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bonny-kookoo · 3 years ago

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Tales from Alcoria: How to make a miracle (JJK x Reader)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Alien!AU, Space!AU, Human!Reader, Catch it! AU

Length: 4k (roughly 15 Min RT)

Tags/Warnings: smut bc we nasty, tentacles but not really because they're not tentacles moving on, pregnancy talk, impreg! Kink and I mean heavily so, He determined, some medical talk sprinkled here and there, teeny tiny angst but not really, Jin being a good doc, Kook being the definition of PROTECTIVE, there's really not much to say that won't spoil the chapter so just read it folks, eat up the crumb

Summary: Jungkook is determined to finally create his family. There's a few issues here and there, however...

Jungkook is excited.

He's full of energy, looking forward to his soon-to-be family. And as great as that is, it worries Namjoon and Jin alike; as the chosen people to take care of you along the way, both of them fear that the young Alcorian may become blind to the obvious risks all of this holds. That he may forget that you're not of his kind- you're not meant by nature to be carrying his child.

But for now, as frustrating as it might be for Jungkook, you weren't pregnant yet. And it would take some time, according to research and Jin as source of information. Its not for the lack of trying for it- no. Jungkook is eager, as he moves around, filling you up yet again as you whine underneath him. "This time you'll have it. I know it." He says, as he continues his thrusts. "This time it'll work." He tells you, and you nod, while he smiles. "And if not, I'll just fill you up again. And again, and again, hm?" He teases, and you agree again, holding onto his arms as you come undone.

Jungkook is always extra careful afterwards.

And as he holds you close while catching his breath, you can't help but wonder, if he really had been right. Maybe this time it worked.

And if it didn't- he'd just try again until it would.

"They're getting more and more aggressive these days." You comment, as you watch the group of people walk along the streets with signs and loud voices. "Why are we humans like this.." You say, sigh, as Jungkook holds your hand a little tighter.

"You're not like that. There's good ones too." He tells you, and you shrug. Were you really that much different? If you didn't have Jungkook, would you be one of those people, yelling for your freedom and fighting for justice, as they said? Maybe. You didn't know really- because you've never had to think about it until now, simply because what you and he had was a happy life. "Think about us for now, okay? I'll keep you safe." He tells you reassuringly, gently leading you away from the windows. He doesn't want you to become worried about things his own government would hopefully soon solve.

"You're probably right." You mumble, as you want back towards the couch in the living room, yawning as you go and curl up with the blanket still laying there. Although you've been sleeping enough tonight, you feel increasingly tired today. As if you can't sleep enough.

"Should I call up Namjoon?" Jungkook asks, as he sits down beside you, having noticed your behavior as well. "Just to check. See if you're coming down with something?" He says, and after a moment, you nod, making Jungkook mirror the action, his hand moving some hair away from your face. You shake your head after second, and Jungkook nods, accepting your decision for now, to simply lay beside you.

You fall asleep soon after, his warmth enough to soothe you.

"You shouldn't be out and alone like that, you know?" A voice calls out for you, as you groan after your paperbag had ripped- groceries falling out and on the street, where you eagerly try and fit them into the smaller bag you have for emergencies like that. "Let me help." He says, as he bends down to you, pale hand helping you to put your things away. You're wary, as you look up, but also surprised to find another human in front of you.

No collar, no markings- nothing to identify himself.

"Yeah, I'm alone if that's what you're looking for." He tells you, and you nod. Jungkook had told you to not go outside that much anymore; the riots and people on edge, and he can't have you in between that mess when he's not there. But you wanted to pull your own weight too- there was no use in you staying at home like a hermit. "You should probably go now, there's probably other groups rioting here soon." He says. "Police has trouble identifying the claimed from the strays." He advises, and you nod yet again, standing up.

"What's your name?" You ask, and the stranger shrugs, looking at you with piercing dark eyes.

"Forgot. Maybe I never had one in the first place. Who knows really." He tells you, and you give him a kind smile in return, not at all fazed by his rather sketchy demeanor and rugged appearance. For all you know, he could be part of the movement as well.

"You'll find your place soon." You say. "I'll pray for you." And at that, the human chuckles.

"You sound like an Alcorian." He says. "But thanks. I Appreciate it." He says, waving a little with a small, lazy smile as you walk off.

The next time you turn around, he's already gone.

"Jin, come here." Namjoon asks, showing something to his Partner, as Jungkook furrows his brows. You're asleep again; this time laying more comfortably on the living room couch after Jungkook had put a blanket over your form, and brough a small pillow for your head. "Fascinating, isn't it?" Namjoon says, eyes wide and sparkling with interest, as Jin's eyes widen.

"Is that.?" He asks, and looks through some of your paperwork the two kept, before the oldest laughs, looking at Jungkook. "It is! This is crazy- you're really something else!" He says, as Jungkook still seems to have trouble grasping whats going on. "Jungkook, do you understand this- this is absolutely amazing!" He says, and it takes a moment for it to really hit.

Jungkook thinks for a moment, completely still as his eyes widen. It's weird, now that it had begun; while he had always imagined and daydreamed about it, it had ultimately always stayed a dream of his. He'd refused to hype himself up too much, just to keep his own heart save from breaking if he was to not make it, if he was not compatible with you. The chances of you actually becoming pregnant at all are painfully slim, the chances of being compatible enough for your body to start adjusting even slimmer. But now, with Jin and Namjoon excitedly showing him numbers and proof his brain couldn't quite process, it felt real.

"Oh no, why're you crying?" Jin teases, as Namjoon laughs. Jungkook hasn't even noticed himself that he had started to become emotional at all, having a hard time processing it at all. He wipes at his eyes, pouting as he hits his friends playfully after noticing he hadn't been crying at all.

He was going to be a father.

He was going to have his family.

He was determined, now more than ever.

"I'd inform you about everything right now- but I feel like you should calm down first." Namjoon says, playfully hitting the younger one's back. "Jin will visit you during the week and bring some stuff." He tells Jungkook, who can only nod, resting his hands against the kitchen counter for support.

"I'll leave these here." Jin says. "These are basic vitamins, nothing special. But she might appreciate them, while her body changes." He tells Jungkook, before he joins his partner who's already putting on his coat again. Together, they silently walk out of his front door, as silence envelops his apartment again.

He doesn't even notice how long he's in the kitchen for, until he notices your hand, small and delicate, on his back, your voice bringing him back. "Jungkookie?" You ask him, as he looks at you. "Everything alri-"

"we're mates." He blurts out, and your eyes widen, as he repeats it, as if to make it real. "You're.. like, compatible with me." It comes out even softer the second time, and you start to smile, warmly so, as you hug him, his arms instinctively moving to place themselves around your form. "I mean, I knew it already, but now that Jin had told me your body is changing to prepare for possibly conceiving my child-"

"I'm happy." You say, and Jungkook starts to laugh.

Happy is an understatement, he thinks.

As beatiful as you look, as Jungkook tells you every day, even he can see how exhausted you look.

He's incredibly proud of you, and with every visit of Jin, who has been keeping a hawk eye on you ever since you've started changing, he grows more and more in awe of you. He's always thought of you as so delicate, and small, and fragile, that nowadays, he's absolutely blown away by the way your body handles the strains of preparing to creating another life.

While Jin and Namjoon both warned Jungkook about the negative effects- and those were plenty- and Jungkook had listened to them every time. At first, of course, he didn't listen too well however; thinking that they were just overprotective, and didn't know you at all. But after a situation, in which you had almost fainted in the kitchen after simply standing for a little too long, he had caved in. While it was surprising you didn't have any form of nausea, you did however seem, well, exhausted.

"You're adjusting well." Jin says, eyes warm as they look at you. "You're doing a great job your body is a little too fast however, which explains your dizziness and changes in blood pressure. Any other changes?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I've been sleeping a lot more." You say. "But I'm trying not to because it gives me headaches." You say, and Jungkook sits behind you on the couch, while Jin nods.

"That's sadly normal; your body is after all going to struggle to fulfill the needs of an alcorian child, and since your hormones and body functions change." He tells you, and you nod, leaning against Jungkooks chest. "I'm very certain you're going to do great, however." He tells you, and you nod, before you look at Jungkook. He nods, and you look ahead again as well, Jin smiling. "Have you already thought about a gender?." He says, and Jungkook can't help the smile of happiness.

He's told you before already that he'd wanted a girl; a little princess that looks just like you, he'd said. Of course he'd be happy with either- but one can wish, of course. "A girl. I bet she'll look just like you.." Jungkook mumbles, leaning his head against the top of yours for a moment, as Jin chuckles.

"Apart from your bloodpressure, everything else looks great. Please always make sure to not overwork yourself, okay? If anything changes, you have my number." He tells you, and you nod, as Jungkook helps you lay down on the couch after the eldest and him get up from it.

At the door, Jin seems a little more serious than before, as he looks at Jungkook. "Please look after her Jungkook. Her bloodpressure is worrying me- not to mention that she's changing a little too quickly to really call it healthy anymore. Most-" He starts, but Jungkook huffs out, eyes dark as he feels threatened. Just like you, Jungkook himself had gone through changes as well- Alcorian men naturally adapting as well, as they prepare to care for their young as soon as they arrive. He's a bit more emotional, more sensitive, as he looks at Jin with piercing eyes.

"I'm taking very good care of her Seokjin. She's not just anybody. She'll be just fine." He tells the eldest, who sighs as he nods, knowing it to be fruitless to try and talk some sense into the younger one. He can understand it of course, although he's never experienced it himself before. But he knows how protective he himself can get over Taehyung and Jimin, and after all, he's experienced some pregnancies before, alcorian and human alike- so he lets it rest for now.

"I know." He simply says, as he puts a hand on Jungkooks shoulder, before he leaves.

Back inside the apartment, Jungkook instantly seeks out your already half-asleep form on the couch; carefully moving you so he can hold you close, your warmth a constant reminder of your presence, as he falls asleep with you.

He's been having nightmares lately.

Jungkook blames it on his own hormones and body adjusting, tries to pay them no mind as they keep him awake at night. It's always the same, always involves you, and his baby, both of you being taken away from him as he tries to reach for you. He can't scream, can't call out your name, can't make a sound as he has to watch.

It's a bad omen in his culture.

But he tries to keep positive around you, even when he can see clearly how you struggle to continue day-to-day living while your body seems to can't make up its mind. Are you sleepy? Are you hungry, or just thirsty? Do you need fresh air, or are you too cold for that? It continues on and on each day, leaving you frustrated to no ends. Jungkook brings you a glass of water as he sits down next to you, rubbing your back as you're yet again unsure if you have to throw up, or not. "Do you need help?" He carefully asks, as you shake your head.

"It's okay." You say, and Jungkook looks at you. "I'm fine" You say, as another wave makes your face turn painful again- small yet stinging cramps sometimes making you hiss out. If Jungkook could, he'd take over this in a heartbeat for you; but he can't, can only watch as you keep up every day. And he's grateful that you do, in awe that you're able to still smile and joke around even when he can see you sway and struggle here and there whenever you move around.

It's painfully obvious. And Jungkook hopes you make it through okay.

As much as he'd like to not be, Jungkook is still restless.

He can sense it with you too- your desire to conceive now fueled as well with your body eagerly awaiting the day. You're different this time as well; clawing at Jungkooks back while he's inside you, skin glistening with sweat while he tries not to get too rough. He knows you don't care in that moment, hell, you tell him every time these days- but he's aware of what you can handle, he knows you're still just as fragile as before. And he'd never hurt you.

"Be patient." He growls out as he bites the skin of your shoulder, suddenly moving around; his hands and ferons alike re-positioning you to lay on your back instead of riding him, arms now pinned above your head as he has his way with you. You whine and mewl underneath, uncaring about how you may sound, and its music to his ears. "I can't wait for you to carry my child." He growls yet again, slowly pushing himself inside you again, skin on the inside of your thighs slick- making it easy for him to move. The sheets are probably stained and ruined, but in that moment, there's no single braincell of yours that could occupy itself with a though about that. "I'll make it this time, I know it." He tells you, and you nod. "You don't have to beg- you'll never have to, you have all of me." He promises, thrusts a bit more eager, a bit more forceful as his ferons wrap around your legs, spreading them a bit wider for better access. You should probably question why you can see them this time around; their blue-ish color and glistening appearance new to you; but you cant.

You finally come undone, hands gripping air as you gasp, Jungkooks own movements turning sloppy as he swells inside you, cum filling you up. By now, its not painful anymore; its become somewhat satisfying even for you, as he slowly moves, holding you close against him so he doesn't pull and hurt either of you. You can feel his extra limbs carefully moving over your skin, and its now, while you come down from your high, that your hand reaches out, touching one of them thats softly moving. It moves back a little at your touch, before coming forward again, letting you run your fingers over it. Jungkook opens his eyes a bit, tired himself, but he can't help his curiousness.

"They're so pretty.." You sleepily tell him, voice small and breathy, as he chuckles. You watch as the limb moves around together with the others, their color shifting ever so often in shades of blue and purple. It looks like they contain their own galaxy inside them, you think; and its weirdly fitting to Jungkook himself, you think to yourself. "They look like they'd belong to you." You randomly say, and Jungkook smiles, before his brows furrow in confusion.

"Wait." He says, before he opens his eyes. "You can see them?" He asks, and you nod, making him look surprised as they move yet again, slowly retracting out of sight. "Since when?" He wonders, his hand pulling you a little closer by your hip.

"Dunno. I noticed today." you said. "Is that normal?" You ask, and Jungkook shrugs, fingers drawing patterns on your skin.

"I don't know.. Never heard of it." He mumbles, before he yawns.

"They're still pretty." You say, as you close your eyes.

When you walk inside the apartment after having taken a small walk outside, Jungkook calls from his spot in the kitchen. "Babe, who'd you bring along?" He says, as he walks out, seeing you looking at him sheepishly, as you take off your shoes. You're confused, and Jungkook seems to be as well, before his eyes widen, pupils contracting in their signature cat-like way. "Don't tell me." He mumbles, walking closer to you as he gets down onto one knee to place his hands onto your stomach- nothing seeming out of the ordinary as he stares at it as if it's the universe's secrets. "Its-"

"Jungkook what're you doing?" You giggle, before he looks up at you.

"Its her!" He says, eyes wide. "I can feel her- she's there, I can- Oh god I need to call Namjoon!" He says, almost slipping as he gets up too quickly, running into the living room to fetch his phone, quickly sending a message with probably way too many typos. But he doesn't care, as he smiles, face absolutely ecstatic as he picks you up when you walk inside as well, holding you close as you laugh.

"I don't understand you!" You say with amusement, as he sways you from side to side.

"You're pregnant." He mumbles against your head, and you're about to ask how he knows, but he beats you to it, explaining with a soft and warm voice. "We can.. my kind can feel our young as soon as their heart starts beating. We have a connection with them from the very start- thats why I know." He tells you, and you tear up. "Oh no, why're you crying baby?" He asks, wiping away your tears with careful hands.

"What if I'm going to be a bad mom?" You say meekly, and he tilts his head to the side, confused. He's aware that you're emotionally a bit all over the place, but it doesn't make sense to him why you'd think that. It rather pains him that you're having these thoughts in the first place.

"Because I won't have that connection." You say, looking down. "I didn't even know she was there- I didn't even realize, Kook, I'm already a bad-" You say, but he places a kiss to your lips, holding your head in his hands as he rests his forehead against yours.

"You're not. You'll never be." He tells you with a warm voice that actually makes you feel quite calm, as if he's a witch putting a spell on you. Is this another one of those tricks he's developed? Everything is changing, and you can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. "You're already so incedrible. I don't think you understand how.. just how rare this is. How special this is." He tells you, and you can see his eyes sparkling with unshed tears as he looks at you. "Don't talk yourself down, love, you're way more than you think of yourself." He says, and you nod, sniffling.

"How come she's not showing any signs yet?" Namjoon asks Jin, wo carefully draws a tiny vile of blood under the very watchful gaze of Jungkook. Now that you're confirmed pregnant, he's become more and more bitey towards others touching you; and it didn't matter who it really was, anymore. As long as it wasnt himself, he was painfully observant and on edge. Jin didn't seem to mind however, as he pulls out the needle, pushing a small cotton ball onto the spot. Jungkook instantly takes over without a word, and you simply watch, not wanting to interfere.

"The baby is seemingly adjusting as well; its quite remarkable." The eldest explains. "Technically, she should be way bigger than she currently is; but she's slowing down her growth to not overwhelm her mother." He says.

"How do you know its a girl, by the way?" You ask Jin, and he shrugs, smiling.

"I don't. But he does." He says, nodding towards Jungkook, who doesn't smile- but the way he sits a little straighter oddly reminds you of a proud cat after it had pushed a vase off the windowsill. "Alcorian men and their baby's have a connection, right from the start. It's necessary, since in our culture, its them taking care of the kids, not the mothers." He says.

You simply nod, and Jungkooks eyes soften, as he places a hand on your shoulder. "She's going to be a good mother, isn't she?" Jungkook asks, and you embarrasingly hit his hand without intent to hurt, as he smiles. Jin simply laughs.

"Oh but you already are!" He says. "Hardly any human wants to go through all that trouble for a child. And you're doing absolutely great." He says, careful to retract the hand that wants to touch you; aware that now, he won't be able to do so more than necessary.

"I'll babysit!" Taehyung exclaims, already on his way towards you after walking downstairs, before Jimin pulls him back by the hood of his sweater, scolding him gently.

"We don't touch her, remember." he says. You look at Jungkook questioningly, as Namjoon answers, walking inside the room after having heard the two.

"It's forbidden, now that you're pregnant." He explains. "Its a cultural habit to not touch a pregnant woman at all costs as a man. Only Jin is allowed to, to an extend, because he's taking care of you medically." He explains, and you nod, understanding and noting it down inside your mind.

Jungkook puts your thin jacket over your shoulders as both of you stand up. "We'll be going then. Thank you." Jungkook tells Jin, as everyone waves you goodbye. His hand holds yours securely but not too tightly, as you walk home instead of driving. You need the fresh air, and the exercise as well- although Jungkook always makes sure you don't overdo it and take breaks here and there. In a quick moment, you swear you see the pale human again, standing close to a streetlight- and you stop walking, making Jungkook pull your arm a little. "Everything okay?" He asks, and you nod, after a moment-

the man nowhere to be seen.

You walk home that night, sleeping soundly in Jungkooks arms; dreaming of roses and a little girl who's face you can't quite see calling out to you.

Her hand being held by the nameless man.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts reactions #bts fic #jungkook #Alcoria AU

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myfanfictome · 4 years ago

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Your Drunk! Kakashi x drunk Reader

Pairing: Kakashi x reader

SUGGESTIVE FLUFFINESS- if thats even-

Warning: a little suggestiveness and a small smooch 8) oh and the reader gets drunk.

You decide to join in on a celebration of a recent victory at a bar, with a good amount of people. most of them were Sensei’s like Kakashi or just close friends You didn’t know why you came, you didn’t want to decline the invitation. but it wasn’t really your scene

you were relieved that Kakashi came, one of the few people you knew at the party. you and Kakashi knew each other for some time and were close friends with each other.

you were about to get up to walk towards Kakashi but he gets occupied by Gai, “KAKASHI!! I CHALLENGE YOU TO DO SHOTS WITH ME, WHOEVER DRINKS THE MOST WINS!!” Gai says with determination

“Haha, sorry Gai I don’t don’t feel up to drinking that much right now, maybe another time,” Kakashi says in his usual calm demeanor reverting his attention back to his book

“KAKASHI don’t tell me you won’t accept my challenge!! ARE YOU INTIMIDATED THAT I MIGHT DRINK MORE THAN YOU!? HAHa!” Kakashi sighs “Oh yes..I am sooo afraid..” he says in his most monotone voice, eyes still stuck to his book

“Was that sarcASMM? I WILL CHALLENGE YOU AGAIN LATER KAKASHI! BE READY!!!!” Gai spins around and sees you “HAHAHA! Y/N! I challenge you to do SHOTS with me”

“shots?.. .like alcohol?” you say with hesitation

“don’t tell me you’ve never drank before!” Asuma chimes in

At this point, Kakashi has everted attention away from his book to observe the situation

“um no, I don’t think I’ve ever drank before” you say in your normal tone “is that strange or something?”

and then suddenly your on a stool with a line of shots in front of you and a bunch of tipsy people chanting “DRINK DRINK! DRINK DRINKK!!!”

you have never had alcohol before, though if this is the time to have some, it would sure be memorable. ‘why the heck not’ you think, ‘It wouldn’t hurt anything let's do it

you suddenly chug on one of the shot cups “BELGHHH that's DISGUSTING!!” you shout after ingesting the beverage

Everyone keeps chanting to drink so you chug another one to please them your cheeks start to flush a red tint “BlEGhh! ok OK, that's the laft none Im'n Drinkingg!”

the whole bar starts laughing as you look around confused “Whast evryone laughing ambout??” Even Kakashi gets a good chuckle at the situation

you fumble around talking and laughing hysterically, jeez who knew alcohol made you this social.. at this point, Kakashi is basically babysitting you for the whole party, you know preventing you from face planting numerous times.

its been at least an hour at this point, and few people have already left You were growing tired and Kakashi noticed you yawned at least ten times in the last two minutes

“Hey Y/n, You think you're ready to go? You sound tired” Kakashi asked “mmm, okay! as long as your with me..tehee,” you said giggly towards the end

Kakashi takes no notice of the flirty tone of your voice and escorts you out of the bar and you two start walking towards your home...

there's somewhat of an awkward silence walking to your home before you speak

“Kakashi ᶦ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁻⁻.:” you say, too quiet and slurred for him to understand. He leans in closer to hear what you said, “hm?” he says wanting you to repeat.

“I want to,” you say as you pull his mask down and suddenly kiss him, catching him off guard, the kiss lasts longer than it probably should’ve,

Kakashi finally snapping out of it and pulling away and quickly pulling his mask back up

“kiss you..” you say breathily after you two break apart

he’s utterly shocked to his core, staring at you in disbelief you stare back at him with a half-lidded drunken smile

he finally starts speaking..barely speaking in words stuttering. he finally finds composure and looks back at you with his closed eye smile, blushing like crazy under his mask.

“That's sweet y/n, but your drunk. you're not in the right state of min-“

“Did youu not llikke it?” you cut him off drunkenly, looking at him with sad eyes

He doesn’t know what to say he starts looking off to the side, he looks like he’s deep in thought

“We have to get you home, it's getting late.” he states before you can speak and starts walking away swiftly getting ahead by a fair amount

you follow, trying to catch up. “wait but didnnt say if yoou liked-“

“we’re almost a few blocks away” he quickly cuts you off

he’s walking REALLY fast you have to start jogging to catch up almost face planting you start to mutter “But you-“

“and we’re here.” he cuts you off once again Wow, you're already at your front door? jeez, that was quick...

you were panting and getting dizzy, almost falling in the process of going up the steps to your door. Kakashi behind you holding his hands out ready to catch you if you fell.

when you got up to your front door you look back at Kakashi, already starting to walk away

“waittt” you tug his sleeve stopping him in his tracks he turns around looking at you cautiously

“Can you stay Kakashi? I don’t feel very good” you slurred towards the end looking at him with doe eyes

He walks closer to you putting the back of his hand on your forehead “hm, you are hot” He states

( Hehe, thanks Kakashi (8,I am hot )

he starts contemplating before replying “fine I'll stay, only to make sure your okay”

“Yayy!!” you say happily

He walks in and gets your shower ready for you. he walks to the kitchen and reads his Icha Icha as you shower

15 minutes later

“I'm done!” you yell from your bedroom “Okay! come out and ill make some soup”

And so you did

he was squatting looking for a pot in the bottom shelf before standing up and locking eyes with BOOM

you, y/n in a SHEET a white thin SHEET

“Y/N!” he almost yells “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” “Kakashi~ what's wrong?” you say innocently

He starts frantically nudging you back into your bedroom while covering his eyes

he closes the door behind you, turns around, and starts trying to comprehend what he just saw, he is FLUSTERED. blushing from ear to ear...

when he finishes recovering for a minute he knocks asking if you're dressed “Yeah I am!” you say

He opens up the door “NO YOUR NOT!!”

“But you said to put something on, I did~!” you say while your obviously in your BRA and PANTIES sitting on the bed

He has his hand over his mouth staring over his shoulder in shock trying to gain his composure, he is so glad you can’t see him blushing underneath his mask right now.

he takes a breath “I'm going to get you some water okay? put something over yourself please”

you nod in reply

He walks out and closes the door behind him he gets the glass of water, still in his headspace

he opens the door and comes to your bedside placing the water on your nightstand.

he tucks you in very gently,

like this man should be a part-time mother or babysitter…Oh wait, he kinda already is for Naruto and Sasuke

he saw that your eyes were closed and he started to leave before he could walk away he feels his arm being tugged he looked back at you

“Kakashi~ please stay with me,” you say sleepily

“Sorry, I have to go” he replies

he feels himself being pulled towards you

you are really close to him now, you start nibbling and kissing his neck, it felt a little weird for you since he had his mask on

“Y/n, your drunk” he states a bit flustered trying to move your hands away

“No I’m not~~” you say sounding obviously drunk

you start to get frustrated at his mask

“mmph..stupid mask” you mutter starting to take off his mask inching it off his face, your other hand settling on his neck

he could smell the alcohol on your breath now

Right before you could take the mask off his face, he firmly moved you away from him... He looks serious now

“Y/n, If I want to continue to be a respectable man I can’t let you do this, it's hard to control myself when you're so close to me. you don’t know what your doing"

you look up at him a bit intimidated

He softens his tone “I'm going to go now alright? get some sleep”

He tucks you back in and gets up to leave

“I'm sorry Kakashi,” you say quietly before he walks out

He looks back at you before leaving out of the window “It's okay y/n” he gives you his sweet signature smile

you smile back and roll back over to sleep

then he finally takes his leave

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“hey Kakashi, I do anything weird when I was drunk last night?”

“hahaha nahhhhh nothing at all nope hhaah.....”

HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FIC 8)

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morimakesfanart · 3 years ago

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Sindria's Prophet #17

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[AO3]

*In this house we stan string theory and multiple dimension theory *Also, this chapter gets a little preachy, and delves more into my interpretation of the series so to make up for it I made a lot of art.

~POV Sinbad~ "If you're willing to talk about the future, does that mean you are finally ready to explain about those calamities you mentioned in Balbadd?" When Ja'far cut in he was in a rush; he didn't want to miss this chance. Sinbad had underestimated Ja'far's concerns; he had been too preoccupied with the Prophet. All the same, "I don't know if this is the time for that conversation. This is Mori's first meal with everyone after all." Wait. He knew that look. Ja'far wasn't actually asking to have that conversation now. He was pressuring Mori so she would have to agree to tell them soon. "I'm fine. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. As long as everyone else is willing to talk seriously for a few mins, I don't see the problem." Mori was wearing the same stern expression she had the morning of the coup in Balbadd. When Ja'far had cut in with his request he could have tried to sound a little nicer but it didn't warrant the cold response Mori gave in return. There had been rising tensions between Ja'far and Mori since Balbadd, but both seemed to get along most of the time. "Wait really? You're agreeing this easily?" Ja'far's shock also spoke for the King. She obviously didn't want to talk about the Calamities even when she promised to tell them, so why now? "A promise is a promise." Mori almost felt like a completely different person compared to the coy way she was teasing them all just moments ago. "Besides, this will just continue to be a point of contention until I explain."

--- King Sinbad was finally eating with his Generals and Prophet, but this was nothing like he had planned. Mori sat straight with both hands on the table interlocked. "The 1st of the 2 calamities occurs in about 2 years. As you know, there's a few countries that currently have rising tensions." Which countries? The Kou and Riem were prime contenders since they were already Empires causing trouble for other countries. There was also Magnostadt which has been becoming increasingly hostile to other nations, and seemed to be encroaching on the Kingdom of Actia. "In 2 years, 3 of them are going to go to war. A massive amount of black Rukh will be released, and the same type of magic used to make the Dark Djinns will be used to make a humanoid monster the size of a mountain." Of course, Al Thamen would be involved. "The amount of black Rukh it will have will make it a Medium for opening a black spot and letting Ill Ilah connect to the world which is Al Thamen's ultimate goal. Once Ill Ilah connects it will destroy all of the white Rukh in the world -bringing death." It sounded just like what Falon had described as her plan all those years ago. The same thing that happened in Parthevia a decade ago is going to happen again in only 2 years? "The Medium is destroyed before that can happen thanks to all of the current Metal Vessel users and assimilated Household Members coming together to destroy it. The world is saved but in the process one of the Magi will have to commit one of the ultimate taboos of this world. That taboo is what will eventually lead to the 2nd Calamity. If King Sinbad and the Metal Vessel users of the Seven Seas Alliance, which were the last to arrive, can show up sooner then that taboo and the 2nd Calamity might be something that can be fully avoided especially since I already know the Medium's weakness." It was clear that Mori knew more. Sinbad would have to talk to her about it later; he wasn't sure how much he wanted to talk about this tonight -they were supposed to be celebrating and getting to know each other light heartedly. However, there was one question he couldn't hold back from asking. "What is this taboo?” Mori sighed like she had expected that question. She looked to the ceiling. "Honestly, I didn't want to think it was a taboo when I first learned it, but after seeing what happens I get it now." She looked back at them. "I hope you can accept me not telling what it is. I don't want to even try to explain the 2nd Calamity because I'm not sure how without explaining the taboo. You see, the taboo involves information, so if I explain it to you I will be committing the taboo myself. I can only hope that the world isn't endangered because I know it." The air in the room felt thick. All of the Generals were waiting for his decision. Sinbad tried to read the Prophet's expression. It was serious, and determined; it seemed like fear and remorse were hiding right under the surface. What information could be dangerous on its own? "Alright," he agreed. "We don't want to take any unnecessary risks. However, if we are unable to prevent the taboo from being committed you will explain the 2nd Calamity." Mori attempted a half-hearted smile. "I was already planning to do that." She glanced around at the Generals. "Are there any other questions?" Sharrkan grumbled. "This is all really complicated stuff." "Yeah. Pretty scary, huh?" Pisti agreed. Drakon and Hinahoho were sharing a look while thinking.

"You still haven't told us where this is going to happen." Ja'far decided he would ask the next question. "Are you withholding that information on purpose?" Mori's expression was blank. "I'll tell you the countries involved after King Sinbad returns from the Kou Empire. I don't want to influence how the negotiation goes by giving him too much information he wouldn't normally have. I'm doing this for Balbadd..." Mori withholding vital information was the entire cause of Ja'far's distrust of her. "You took too long to tell us what was going to happen back in Balbadd, remember? If we know what their next target is then we can stop it before it ever happens." "The 1st Calamity has nothing to do with Al Thamen." "What?” that question was asked by all except the Prophet. Mori explained, "That country has refused contact with them and been building towards this for the past 10 years all on its own. All of the Black Rukh that has been accumulated there is like a trap waiting to be set off. The people currently in charge are not people who would be willing to accept change, or to listen to the arguments of the people here." That definitely narrowed it down. Riem was already having meetings with them, and it was only a matter of time before they formed an alliance. They already had the peace treaty with the Kou, and King Sinbad was about to go negotiate with them for Balbadd. That only left Magnostadt as the center of the conflict -the country they knew had increasing disparity between it's upper and lower classes. Mori was staring at him. He wasn't the one she was actually hiding this from. Since it didn't seem to be an avoidable Fate, she was preventing Yam from learning the Fate of her home country for as long as possible. Mori was trying to be considerate. "How is that possible?” "If they aren't behind it then how could such a thing happen??” Mori gave a sad smile. "It would be so much easier if all of the bad things in this world really were all caused by that organization. I had wrongly thought that was how this world works in the heat of the moment back in Balbadd, but I know better. I've read this world's Fate after all. Even in this world it is a mistake to hold onto the hope of total altruism too strongly." It almost felt like she was calling them all naïve with that last statement. She looked down at her hands. "Sentience, experience and free will make us all imperfect. All people are shaped by their past and everyone has a vice. There will always be people who think they are above everyone else, people who think they are right because of their feelings, people who think that they deserve something just because they want it or that they can do something because it is available to them," she looked back up and made direct eye contact with her King, "people that think that their luck or privilege is a sign that they were chosen by Fate, that they are the only one who can do something because they are special and that that means they are righteous and their failings mere stepping stones when in reality they are all normal people just like the rest of us." ///She knows nothing about being a Singularity. There's no greater proof of being chosen by Fate!/// Since the Fall of First Sindria, Sinbad had been hearing a voice periodically. It was like stray thoughts -many were opinions he didn't really have. The fact that the voice felt the same as him in this made a pit form in his stomach.

Mori gestured at him and continued. "Even his Majesty being a 'Singularity' is only something rare. You aren't the first, and you won't be the last. You know I can read the waves of Fate as well, so it's obviously not the type of thing that you or Al Thamen makes it out to be. There is no 'chosen one.' No one is immune to human fault or failing. 'Fate' is the history of how all of our decisions affect each other.” It was like she was reading his thoughts. There were other Singularities? Mori could also read the waves but- The waves in the room were over flowing. This was greater than when Mori changed things in Balbadd. They were far off topic now, but this was more important. ///She doesn't understand anything. I've read Fate!/// Those stray thoughts hated Mori and how she was changing things since the beginning even though when Sinbad read the waves around her he liked the direction they were going. Her waves wouldn't stop him from reaching his dream. If that voice was this against what she was doing then he had to know more. "Mori, please tell me, what makes you so sure? You say you've read Fate; how can you say there isn't a grand plan? Can you really deny that the Rukh guide us?" Would they have to agree to disagree? Was this something he could afford for the Prophet of his own country to not see his way? She watched him and the Generals as she thought. "There is a 'plan,' but it isn't absolute. I read more than one 'Fate' for this reality. If Fate was already fully decided then in Balbadd Judar would have defeated all of you instead of being crushed by Ugo, and Cassim would have married Princess Kougyoku instead of dying, but that didn't happen, now did it? When I read Fate, I read how it was changed from it's original design by the people of this world. And as I've already said, I couldn't be here if everything was already decided.” ((these are things that are said to be in the og draft of Magi, but got changed when actually making the scenes)) They had been changing Fate's course before Mori arrived? Was that even possible? Mori wasn't the type to lie out right over something like this. Between her demeanor and the waves, he could tell she wasn't lying. He had to know where this new path was leading and asked an obvious question. "Isn't it just as likely that those 'changes' were supposed to happen?" Mori scowled at that. "Anything is true somewhere. There are infinite realities where any Fate is true. Every moment infinitely more form to account for every possibility -every decision, and unexpected change, even an asteroid coming and destroying the planet. If you can imagine it, it is reality somewhere." Sinbad had read Fate in the waves, of course he knew about there being other possibilities. Were there really other realities where he had followed one of the other paths? Mori didn't wait for him to comment. "There's no way to know which destiny or Fate we are following until it's already happened. Being able to read the waves has helped me narrow it down to 2 or so of the Fates that I read for this reality, but it can't account for everything. Since I can't read my own Fate I can't know how my presence will affect things." Mori continued, "When I read this reality's Fate, I learned how it functions on a fundamental level. Everything is made up of Rukh and is dictated by the Rukh and magoi. The Great Flow of the Rukh 'guides' the living but it is also affected by the wants and desires of the living. It sees all those wishes and creates opportunities for people to realize those dreams based on how many want that dream to become real. But it's still up to the living how they react. The Great Flow creates opportunities and makes suggestions, but it can't make your decisions for you. And" Mori paused while looking for the right words, "and the more magoi directed at a certain wish the more likely the Great Flow will try to help." Mori waited for them to absorb the meaning of her words. That meaning made Sinbad nervous. If she wasn't lying... Drakon broke the silence. "That would mean that someone with

a lot of magoi would have a greater affect on the Great Flow." "It does." Mori confirmed. Was that really how the Great Flow of the Rukh worked? How Fate worked? Mori stayed silent again, reading them as much as they were reading her. The waves were still high. Yam was the next to comment. "I know the amount of magoi a person has defines how strong of a magician they can become, but it sounds like those born with a lot of magoi also have an amazing privilege when it comes to the Great Flow." "Exactly." Mori agreed. "The people that Fate seems to favor aren't chosen by Fate or particularly special. They are born lucky just like those born rich." She paused. "All Dudgeon Capturers have an above average amount of magoi. A Djinn won't select a King that doesn't even have enough magoi to use their power. The more Djinns a person has, the more magoi they need to have. King Sinbad, you were born with a rare ability, and the equivalent magoi of a large city or small county -even before all that Rukh merged with you in Parthevia. If you didn't, there would be no reasons for the Djinns to cut you off from trying to capture more Dungeons." "What?" Sinbad's question slipped out of him in an airy gasp. He knew he had more magoi than average, but this would make him no different from those that grew up as royalty thinking that they were inherently better than their poor subjects. He wasn't sure if he could believe her, but the waves of Fate had never lied to him. The Prophet's waves were overwhelming the space, encouraging him to believe her. It was obvious how this information would change things. King Sinbad had more than the waves, he also had a sharp intuition. There was something hidden in her words. Some truth about his future that she hadn't told them yet. Even if he had been intentionally given these privileges by Fate, Mori had already stated that his decisions were his own. When Mori had said there were people that conflated their privilege with a righteous roll given by Fate it definitely included him. But if he wasn't chosen by Fate, if they had been changing Fate all along, then what was what happened in Parthevia or Riem? Mori's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Not being chosen by Fate and everyone having free will is a good thing if you ask me. It means when someone chooses to do right by others it is because they chose to, not because someone is forcing or directing them. I like to think that everyone thinks they are doing the right thing, and only act out against others because of strong emotions and ignorance. The cure for most negative emotions is a stable environment ((including medication for those who need it)) and the cure for ignorance is education. These are things that Sindria and the Seven Seas Alliance are able to provide. "All of you are using your privileges and talents to help people, and to bring peace to the world. Regardless of whatever mistakes you made in the past, this country and the current state of the world are a direct result of your choices. These choices you've all made are even more admirable because you made them on your own. Isn't that why so many have sided with Sindria already? It's also one of the main reasons I chose to become Sindria's Prophet in the first place. With your help, we can greatly reduce the disparity of this world and raise the quality of life for everyone." Her smile was soft and confident. Mori's waves overtook his own.

The King had a thought that shook him, but it was Hinahoho that asked it, "You didn't just tell us some of the taboo information, did you?" "What? No." Mori was shocked by that question. "His Majesty and others would have figured this out all on their own in about 5 years -not to mention those that already know it." He could try to deny it, return to the path he was on, but he would know deep down that she was right. And apparently, he would figure this out in the future anyway. There was no reason to hold himself back then. He could see that now -there was no going back. This was one of the changes he had felt in her waves from when he first met Mori. ///How can she say such foolishness?? This woman must die before she ruins everything!!/// A chuckle slipped out of Sinbad. That voice really did hate his Beautiful Prophet. His waves were changing. He was changing. But he still had the same dream: to create a world without war or poverty. Mori's goal was to remove disparity. Even their goals worked well together. Why had he been so sure that being a Singularity made him some special chosen one? When had that started? It was members of Al Thamen that had told him that. They were the enemy yet he still believed their manipulation so completely. Sinbad knew why deep down. If he was chosen by Fate then his actions would be righteous and the awful things he experienced were stepping stones. Like a child learning to take responsibility and step out of the shadow of their parents, in this too he would have to take ownership for his place in the world. He would be thinking about this a lot in the coming days. All of this information was invaluable. Why did Mori choose to follow him if she knew all this? There was no way she didn't know how he viewed himself and the world before this conversation or the mistakes he had made. Was it thanks to opportunities that the Great Flow gave him that he was able to seduce her to his side? No. Mori already knew what was going to happen. She knew the future more clearly than what the waves could show. She knew him and his methods as well. She knew that the Kou Fleet had been on it's way. That meant Mori would have been deciding where she wanted to go and weighing her options from the beginning. Mori made her decision, gave him a slow drip feed of what she was capable of, and made sure each request he had of her was given a price. She wasn't just withholding her help due to a lack of trust; she was leading him to make the best possible offer. She knew that he would try to bring her to his side if he knew her value. He had played into her hands not the other way around. Why didn't this realization upset him? This new information wasn't going to stop him from achieving his dream. In fact, now that he had a better idea of how the Great Flow worked he could consciously use it to his advantage. He got what he wanted and it was mutual -not simply Fate. They both wanted this. This was making him excited. The smile on her face was one he recognized. He had worn it when he was young whenever he had convinced others to his side. Mori was cut from the same cloth. She had agreed to have this conversation not just because of Ja'far's insistence; she was after the opportunity to clear up his misunderstanding about Fate. ((plz ignore that I forgot to draw my freckles in most of the shots and am too lazy to fix it.))

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mrskodzuken · 3 years ago

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pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader

wc: 535

tw/cw: timeskip!Kenma, established relationship, FLUFF (yes, in all caps stfu grrrr <3).

a/n: was kinda based on this ask I've sent to my baby moot @/love-amihan hours ago, which reminded me of this scene from the hit Korean drama, My Love From The Star, which was first aired on Philippine TV a few years ago (hence the Filipino dub names used, Matteo/Min-joon and Steffi/Song-yi) which spawned a Philippine adaptation that garnered equal recognition/accolades like its Korean counterpart iirc; a Thai adaptation also aired on Philippine TV, too btw ^^;; AND YES I MISSED WRITING FLUFFY STUFF YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~ ; u ; special thanks to my wifey @miss-minty-writes for beta-reading this! ILY 3000 <3

“This never happened in my life! If you were human, how could you not react to me?”

You were grinning like mad watching an episode of My Love From The Star on your PC that you didn’t notice your boyfriend Kenma entering your shared room.

“Eh? You’re watching that Korean drama again, kitten?” he softly asked from behind you, his chin perched on your shoulder. You jumped back in response, startled (also accidentally hitting Kenma’s chin in the process), and turned around to face him with your cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

“Ow…”

“H-how long have you been standing behind me?”

The gamer rubbed his hurt chin, staring coldly at you with his golden cat-like eyes, pouting. “A little. And goddammit, Y/N, that hurts… I think you’ve dislocated my jaw.”

“What?!” You rushed in front of Kenma and gently cupped his chin, a worried expression etched on your face. “Does it hurt? Does it really hurt? Oh God, Kenma, I’m so sorry!” Your boyfriend, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a bit squirmish under your cute sorry gaze, red blooming across his cheeks.

“...if you didn’t walk behind and scare the shit out of me, I wouldn’t jump and hit on your chin.” Tears started to peek out from your eyes, making the former Nekoma setter panicked.

“Ah ah, don’t cry please! I was just joking about my jaw dislocating, I’m sorry! But it really hurts, kitten… maybe if you’d kiss it, the pain will go awa-ow! Let go!”

You gripped Kenma’s chin reeeeeal hard (more like pinching); his hand gripping back around your wrist, trying to pull it away. “No! I hate you, and I’m taking back my apology for earlier, baka neko!” You peeked out your tongue at him annoyingly.

He finally pulled your hand away from his more-than-aching chin and, looking at you adoringly, placed a soft kiss on the palm of your hand, which made your breath hitch and heart jump. You can’t hate your introverted gamer of a boyfriend-you love him!

Kenma smiled. “I love you, too, my Y/N.” He let go of your hand. “Now, answer my question: why are you watching My Love From The Star again? And that episode… that scene…”

“My nickname is the Fairy of 15 Seconds. I mesmerize people in 15 seconds of the commercial.”

Your fingers twirled on a loose strand of your hair, your own eyes looking down. “Eto… I-I just wanted to binge-watch on it again,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, sure. You were kind of grinning like a madlad a while ago.”

“Shut up, you!” You turned back in front of the PC and continued watching as Steffi set up her phone’s timer to 15 seconds and started making cute, alluring poses in front of her manager and neighbor Matteo. You noticed Kenma staring at the PC screen, watching the scene unfold too.

It was after the kiss when he finally spoke. “Wanna try it, kitten?”

You looked at your boyfriend, confused. “Pardon?”

He quickly whipped out his phone, a few finger taps, and showed you the timer on the screen being set to 15 seconds, smirking. “Can you endure a pretty setter like me for 15 seconds?”

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shwazzberryswriting · 3 years ago

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Twisted, Act 3

*Day 25*

Haechan😘🙄☺️: gd morning babe hdyf need me 2 go 2 target

Lawan: Babe I got big news

Haechan😘🙄☺️: ?

Lawan: I have to buy new bedsheets CUZ MY PERIOD CAME LAST NIGHT my sheets are ruined I spent the last 20 min scrubbing my mattress

Haechan😘🙄☺️: alot of tmi babe but does this mean i can take u out for shots wanna smoke a celebratory blunt

Lawan: 🙄 its not even 9AM yet babe

Haechan😘🙄☺️: where r u getting bedsheets

Lawan: you were saying something about Target?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: want me to come get u we can go to 119

ill help u finish cleaning

ill make u lunch

Lawan: see u in 20?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: 15

Lawan: 😘

Lawan watched Haechan in the driver’s seat of her car, his blue hoodie covering his messy brown hair. He looked at home singing along to the music as he adjusted the volume to the sound system. His confidence in parallel parking made her grateful that he offered to drive them as they were out running errands.

She needed a bit of a break. She’d woken up early to find herself looking like she was in a horror movie, her pajama shorts and blue bedsheets were ruined with large red period stains. Currently, her room stunk of all purpose cleaner and antibacterial spray. She had been nearly done with cleaning her mattress when Haechan had texted her.

“So you’re not pregnant but your bedsheets are ruined,” Haechan said, turning the car off.

“I’d rather have a crappy morning cleaning my mattress than have a baby in like, 8 months or something.”

They shuddered together before exiting the car. 119 was a tea shop that opened early on the weekends. Haechan enjoyed going to 119 for the free upgrades. A couple of his NCT frat brothers worked there, and that morning Mark was working. It was easy to talk him into giving them discounts.

“Are you going to get a milk tea or fruit slush?” he asked her as they stood in line. She rested her hands over his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Coffee milk tea or strawberry milk slush?”

“So you’ve been keeping track of my orders?” she said, trying to keep her eyes open as Haechan kissed her cheek.

“We spend so much time together babe, I just know what you like,” he said, resting his head against hers. “What will I order?”

“Coffee milk tea or white grape slush,” she replied. His hold on her tightened for a second.

“I think you like me more.” His voice had made her nipples hard, which caused her cheeks to grow hot.

“Haechan?” a familiar voice said from behind. Loosening his hold, Haechan turned his head over. Lawan followed, and felt her whole face turn hot. Renjun, another NCT frat brother, was arm in arm with his girlfriend, Alexandria. “Hey, Lawan.”

“I knew it,” Alexandria said with a wide grin, shaking Renjun’s arm. “Renjun, didn’t I tell you last night that I thought they were, like, hooking up?”

“You were gossiping about us?” Haechan asked. Lawan wanted him to release her. It was hitting her that she and Haechan were legitimately dating. As in, their friends would know that they’d been doing more than just watching movies in each other’s rooms. He held her firmly against him as her nerves made her feel like her knees would give way. “But yeah, I guess you can say it’s official.”

“How did you two go from bickering about homework to...this?” Alexandria asked. Her eyes were shining bright as the corners of her eyes crinkled up and her mouth widened into a big smile.

“We’ve been getting along better,” Haechan replied, giving a shrug.

“Why? Because you were hookups first?” Renjun asked. He broke out into an innocent smile as Haechan let go of Lawan, his eyes narrowing.

“Hey! What’s up, guys?” their cashier, Mark, greeted them, relieving the tension in the air. “Yo, dude, my manager stepped out for the day. Johnny came in here and piled on the free shit. You want a cookie with your order?”

“We’ll just get our drinks,” Renjun said stoically, but began stuffing a few individually wrapped cookies into his leather bag.

“Don’t mind Renjun,” Alexandria said to Lawan, resting her body against the counter. “I’m happy to see you two together, but I do want to know how this all happened.”

“Haechan bought me a pineapple daiquiri,” Lawan replied before trying to rub her tongue up against the roof of her mouth. It felt like rubbing a sponge up against a brick wall, her mouth parched. “He’s helped me a lot lately.”

Haechan handed her a sugar cookie decorated to look like a pineapple with royal icing, distracting her and Alexandria. Despite Alexandria smiling at the gesture, Lawan didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to find the gesture sweet, but she worried that Haechan was only doing so to look good in front of their friends. The idea sounded absurd, but she couldn’t stop herself from worrying that Haechan was only putting on a show.

“Um, dude, I think that’s overdoing it,” Mark said, reaching over to stop Renjun from grabbing all the treats placed on display.

“So you like Johnny more than you like us?” Haechan asked.

“What if I told you I could double the boba in your drinks?” Mark replied.

“Not Dria’s, please,” Renjun said. Haechan seized the opportunity to tease Renjun for being so caring about his girlfriend’s drinks preferences.

As Haechan and Renjun heckled Mark, Lawan thought about what she and Haechan would say to their friends about how they became a couple. They hadn’t exactly lied, but Renjun’s joke had Lawan sweating for a second, thinking that he knew their whole history.

She was able to feign a smile and banter with their friends about why they were up so early. Renjun and Alexandria were trying to beat the large crowds at a new art museum that was featuring a collection of works done by Frank Stella in the 1970s through to the 1980s. By the way Haechan nodded passively to Renjun’s excited ramble, Lawan felt relieved to know that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know who Frank Stella was.

Alexandria invited them to join, and take advantage of their student discounts. The first weekend of the month meant the tickets were discounted by another 5% on top of the 10% student discount. After thanking Mark for the free upgrades and cookies, Haechan and Lawan declined to join. She spent the rest of her day with Haechan, but she still struggled to let go of her worries.

*Day 30*

The lunch rush had been busy and frantic, but she’d gotten a lot of large tips. There was a tech fair near the university campus, so the out-of-town visitors gave generous tips. Since she’d worked 3 days in a row, Lawan had her entire weekend off. It didn’t mean much since she was stacked with homework.

“Lawan, can you check the front locks before leaving?” Ruby asked from the back office in the kitchen. They were the last people in the restaurant, the pair to clean up and set up for the dinner shift.

“All right,” she called out as she put the strap to her purse over her shoulder. Ruby and Lawan had done the lunch rush so often, they’d come to clean up in less than 30 minutes with their routine. “See you later, Ruby!”

“Bye.”

Her eyes were shut as she sighed when she exited the kitchen to check the front door’s lock. She was going down her list of errands before heading home. HMart for rice and produce, bank to withdraw money she owed her roommates, and then home for dinner and homework. She needed to take some aspirin for her headache and sore feet.

When she opened her eyes, the last thing she wanted to see was staring her in the face. She stopped in her steps as she stood beside the back end of the restaurant’s bar. Seated at the second to last chair nearest to her was Haechan, two pineapple daiquiris in front of him. Her face turned hot as his gaze was steady, his expression did not change as he turned his body toward her direction.

“Are you trying to ghost me?” Haechan asked.

She pressed her lips together and looked down at the daiquiris. Of course, Ruby wouldn’t warn her about Haechan paying her a visit. They hadn’t talked about Haechan when Lawan said she didn’t want to, but the fact that Ruby brought up Haechan at all was telling enough that Ruby liked Haechan and Lawan dating.

Seeing him in the flesh made the guilt she’d tried ignoring come rushing forth, making her whole face hot. Pulling out the metal chair before her, she sat down beside him, and set her purse down onto the bar counter. After the day she got her period, Lawan had gotten cold feet and ignored Haechan’s texts, telling herself her schoolwork was more important.

“I need time to think,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the daiquiri sitting closest to her. The maraschino cherry was slowly sinking into the deflating whipped cream.

“You could have texted me that,” he replied, his tone remaining level. “I would have understood.”

“Right, because you’re the perfect boyfriend,” she said with a scoff. Guilt clouded her vision immediately and she shut her eyes before looking up into Haechan’s face.

“I don’t have to chase you, Lawan,” he replied, his expression unmoved. “If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine. Just don’t be an asshole about rejecting me.”

“Haechan,” she said, feeling her throat tighten. She blinked away the tears that threatened to come. “I’m sorry. I like you, I’m just...feeling insecure. You deserve better.”

“What’s up?” he asked, turning his body toward her, touching his knee to hers. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“That morning we ran into Alexandria and Renjun, I just,” she paused as she looked away. She felt ashamed to think about the judgment her mom received for being a young mother. The world felt more modern than old patriarchal standards of her grandparents’ age (hell, even her mom’s), but the threat of potentially being knocked up while in college scared the shit out of Lawan. “I don’t want people to think you and I were stupid that day we hooked up. It all came from such a cynical place.”

“You think our relationship is cynical?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. He grabbed one of the daiquiris and took a drink from the red straw.

“You really wanted to date me after we hooked up?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Like, you really think we would have begun dating had the condom not broken?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Life didn’t work out that way. Maybe I was feeling horny and you were too, and that was supposed to be it between us, but like, come on. I know my concerns for you weren’t cynical, especially last week. Is that how you see our relationship? You only dated me because you don’t want people to judge you for being a horny idiot? Condoms break all the time.”

“Haechan,” she said with a laugh, furrowing her eyebrows as she sat up straight. She looked around despite knowing that they were alone. Reaching out to touch his wrist, she apologized as she saw him frown, his jaws tightening. “I like you. I like you so much. Every night I’ve been going to bed, crying, thinking about you, knowing I can’t just stop talking to you. I haven’t been fair to you, I’m sorry. It’s not you that is the problem, it’s me remembering how tough it was to grow up seeing my mom struggle a lot. All that hard work she put into raising me, and I could have been in a similar situation.”

“I would never walk out on you,” Haechan said, leaning closer to her.

“It’s not about you,” she replied. “It’s about me. It’s about how scared I was. I just...I needed time to sort through my feelings. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“So you shut me out?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, standing up. He had a point. It was a shitty move not to consider his feelings. “I really am. I’ll need to communicate with you more. I want you to be my boyfriend, Haechan. I want to be your girlfriend. Will you forgive me?”

He sighed and shut his eyes. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and it was her turn to sigh. Whenever he scrunched his eyes shut and opened his mouth into a wide grimace she knew they were crocodile tears. Instead of calling him out, she kissed his tears away and combed her fingers through his hair. She planted two kisses onto each of his beauty marks, one near his eye and the other on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” she said softly, pulling him into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted his head to plant a kiss onto her neck.

“Let’s go home,” he said, standing up with her. He draped his arm over her shoulder.

As they began on their walk to the NCT frat house, Lawan pressed herself closer to Haechan. His body was warm, and his hold was comforting.

“Are you always this forgiving?” she asked. She’d expected him to do a little more guilt tripping. Perhaps go on a scripted monologue about how she iced him out with her cold heart.

“No,” he replied, looking down at her for a second, “but I did make a promise to you at Costco, do you remember?”

“You did?”

“If I was your boyfriend,” he said plainly, “I’d never let you go.” They were just a few steps away from the driveway to the frat house.

“Don’t finish that,” she said. They’d stopped walking. Despite herself, a smile was growing on her lips, hurting her cheeks. “You’re my boyfriend. You don’t need to-”

“Keep you on my arm, girl-”

“Stop. I don’t like this Bieber song.”

“You'd never be alone.”

“Donghyuck, I mean it.”

“And I can be a gentleman, anything you want.”

“Haechan.”

“If I was your boyfr-”

She shut him up by grabbing his face and kissing him.

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xjoonchildx · 4 years ago

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guarded | jhs x reader | chapter one: fan mail

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 2.8K

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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You stare at the words for a moment before folding the paper in half and slipping it back into the envelope you pulled it from.

Honestly?

It’s not the first time you’ve gotten a threat. It happens from time to time in this line of work.

But this note plucks a chord of anxiety inside of you. Must be the eleven missed calls you suspect go hand-in-hand with your little love letter. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing for a half-hour now.

“Are you okay?”

Hyejin’s voice filters through your thoughts. She’s taken stock of the strange look that crosses your face in the split-second before you school your features back into a mask of calm.

She’s observant like that.

“Oh yeah, it’s nothing,” you say, shaking your head. “Just some fan mail.”

Your phone buzzes against the papers on your desk -- again -- and Hyejin raises an eyebrow.

Make that twelve.

“Tell you what,” she says, standing to stretch her legs. “I’m ready to go blind from reading these files and I could use an Americano. You want one?”

“Actually yes,” you exhale. “That’s exactly what I need. You’re a lifesaver.”

She gives you one last are you sure you don’t need to tell me anything? look before opening the door to your office. You reassure her with a soft smile but the second the door to your office closes, you blow out one long, heavy breath and reach for your phone.

you: what the hell? [ 3:15 PM ]

namjoon: this can’t wait [ 3:15 PM ]

you: clearly [ 3:16 PM ]

namjoon: come in ASAP [ 3:16 PM ]

You groan.

Namjoon knows you avoid that place at all costs.

It’s not a good look for you to be seen there -- and so as a rule -- you’re not. Your brother is usually understanding about your stance on the matter. But it’s not like him to push so there’s probably a damned good reason why he’s summoning you to his office like some wayward employee.

You glance back at the stack of files on your desk, riddled with notes and highlights. Even after a morning spent tag-teaming with Hyejin, there’s still a shitload of work to be done. But then you look back at that envelope sitting on your desk and pick up your phone again.

you: give me thirty minutes [ 3:19 PM ]

namjoon: okay [ 3:19 PM ]

Paperwork is going to have to wait.

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You’re not a moron.

You know what people say about your family, what they say about you.

You know what they whisper when you show up to charity galas and fundraising dinners. You know what they murmur the second their false smiles fall and you turn your back. They say that the money that paid for your prep schools and top-notch legal education is blood money; paid for by one of Seoul’s oldest and most powerful crime networks. They say that you took a job prosecuting crime to assuage for your family’s sins.

They’re not wrong.

Your father -- your cruel, unsophisticated father -- shelled out top dollar to put you in fancy schools and fancy clothes and fancy riding lessons. He threw elaborate birthday parties where he showered you with extravagant gifts in front of guests who were only there to celebrate because they feared turning down the invitation.

So others saw your material good fortune and mistook you for a pampered mafia princess. None of them had to come home every day to the stench of death and destruction. None of them had to endure the gossip and the looks and the cold shoulders.

That was a burden you shared with only one other person.

You and Namjoon huddled together during your lavish and turbulent childhood, leaning on one another for strength because no one else understood. He was the only safe harbor you had in the storm you both lived every day.

And then you left.

You walked away from your father and the Gajog and crossed the country to study law. Far from the vicious gossip and prying eyes and violent drama that always awaited you in Seoul. You walked away and decided that you weren’t going to live that life anymore.

But you also walked away from Namjoon.

Now it’s a cold comfort, seeing your brother seated so naturally at the throne of power your father vacated when he died. The old-school brute-force organization your father ran for decades is a thing of the past. In its place, a well-oiled, highly-organized machine -- making far more money and far fewer mistakes.

Namjoon single-handedly pulled the crime syndicate into a new era, dusted it off and dressed it up. He legitimized parts of the business, took up residence in one of the city’s most expensive buildings, and basically dared law enforcement to come get him.

They still haven’t.

And there isn’t a day that Namjoon doesn’t cross your mind.

There isn’t a day that you don’t pray that the menace that existed inside your father never takes root inside of your brother. You pray that he can shoulder the burden of his responsibilities without rotting from the inside out.

If anyone can, you tell yourself, it’s him.

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Namjoon cuts an imposing figure behind his grandiose wooden desk.

He’s seated when his assistant first opens the door to his secure private office, but as soon as you follow her inside he makes to stand.

He looks so tall now, you think -- as though it’s been years since you’ve seen him.

In reality, it’s only been a few months since your last brief encounter, but it’s still hard sometimes to recognize the handsome, polished man in front of you as the kid you grew up with. You’re hit with a pang of regret that it’s been so long since you’ve seen one another face-to-face.

Two men stand guard on either side of Namjoon’s desk, which doesn’t surprise you. Your brother is always surrounded by guards these days.

The only one you recognize is Min Yoongi, who gives a slight bow in your direction as you cross the broad expanse of the office. You’re certain you’ve never seen the second man, who stands eerily still on your brother’s other side. You can feel the stranger’s stare from a distance and avert your eyes.

You bow to Namjoon and take a seat in the plush chair facing his desk. A fond look passes over his features but when he opens his mouth to speak his tone is businesslike, serious.

“I know you don’t like coming in here,” he begins carefully, “and so I have to apologize for asking you to make an exception. I hope you understand this can’t be helped.”

“Yes, of course,” you say softly. “Sorry it took me a while. I’m buried with a new case.”

Namjoon nods.

“That case is the reason why we’ve run into a bit of trouble in the past few days,” he admits. “Some of our friends across town are pretty upset about it. Apparently very agitated and hoping to leverage the fact that you’ve been assigned to this case to their advantage.”

“I see,” you murmur.

You knew the men you’d been assigned to build a weapons trafficking case against were part of a rival organization -- but on paper they were low-level foot soldiers, considered expendable in a business like theirs. Why the Ssijog were so worried about losing a couple of nobodies from their ranks was a bit puzzling.

“I guess that explains this,” you say, reaching into your bag for the letter delivered to your office.

You hand it to Namjoon and he reads the words with a tight expression before turning it over to the man you don’t recognize. It’s a relief when the stranger’s focus moves away from you and onto that paper. You take the opportunity to get a closer look at him.

The first word that comes to mind is sharp.

Everything about the man is sharp -- from his meticulously tailored suit to his severe jawline to the angles of his body. Intense dark eyes set in honey gold skin and black hair carefully styled off of his face. You’re caught staring when his eyes snap up from the paper and back to you.

You clear your throat, gaze darting back to your brother.

“They want you to make this go away.”

You sigh.

“I can’t do that. I don’t have that kind of authority. And besides, it would attract all the wrong kinds of attention to me and -- “ you pause, choose your next words carefully, “ -- to my ties to this organization.”

Namjoon concedes your point with a slow bob of his head.

“Right. So we have a problem,” he admits. “Because the message we’re getting is that they’re willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want. And it’s been made quite clear to me that hurting you is not off the table.”

You take in a deep breath.

“This is Jung Hoseok,” Namjoon says after a short silence, motioning to the stranger at his side. You straighten when the man acknowledges you with a barely-there bow.

“I’ve assigned him to your detail.”

“Detail,” you repeat slowly. “Like a bodyguard.”

“Exactly like that.”

“Namjoon, I -- “ you look away from the man to turn your attention back to your brother, “-- I can’t have one of your guys following me around. People are going to talk.”

“Amsaja,” he sighs, “They talk anyway.”

You bristle at his use of your childhood nickname.

You know it’s meant as an endearment but it still feels infantilizing in front of his men -- one of whom hasn’t seen you in years, one of whom knows nothing about you at all. You’re a grown woman, a successful prosecutor, and more than just Kim Namjoon’s little sister.

“Joon -- “

There is annoyance behind the way you fire off his name and one of your brother’s eyebrows lifts in warning. A silent reminder that in this room, in this building, in this realm, he is the absolute authority. You swallow back the argument on the tip of your tongue.

“Namjoon,” you start again, this time with a restrained calm. “Please. Let’s have this conversation in private.”

He drums his fingers across the surface of his wooden desk before nodding his agreement and raising a hand to motion his guards out the door. You wait until both men are gone and the heavy door to Namjoon’s office clicks shut to speak again.

“You’re putting me in a terrible position here,” you exhale. “I’ve worked so hard to -- distance myself. I can’t walk around with a reminder of my family history at my heels.”

Your brother stands from his seat and walks to an ornate sideboard, pours liquor from a heavy crystal decanter into a highball glass. He takes a slow drink before speaking.

“You are worried about your image; I’m worried about your safety. Those two concerns are not equal. Not to me.”

Your face heats at the kernel of truth in your brother’s assessment.

Certainly, it’s about how it looks, but it’s so much more than that. It’s about the life you’ve worked so hard to build away from the drama surrounding your family name. It’s about a future that depends on the burial of your past.

Namjoon leans against his heavy wooden desk, arms crossed.

“You should know me by now,” he continues. “If I thought these were empty words, I wouldn’t have bothered you with them.”

“I know that,” you admit quietly. Doesn’t make the pill any easier to swallow, though.

“Hoseok is under orders to stay with you at all times. Obviously, he won’t be physically at your side while you’re working, but he will be close by. And he will be staying at your apartment for the time being.”

You blink. “In my apartment?”

A flash of irritation crosses your brother’s face. “Yes, in your apartment. I’m privy to information you don’t have.” He takes a long drink from the highball glass. “It’s necessary until we have this situation under control.”

“I don’t know this man,” you argue, and that eyebrow lifts again at the rising heat in your tone. “Can’t you give me Yoongi or Seokjin or someone else?”

“No.”

“Thanks for considering that, Joon.”

You don’t even bother to hide your displeasure now, climbing out of the plush chair and walking over to the massive window that makes up the back wall of your brother’s office. You look down at the street. From this height, the cars below look like toys and the people look like ants.

Namjoon joins you in front of the window, drink in hand.

“I don’t want to fight with you, I want to protect you. Jung Hoseok has worked for me three years now and he spent many more years serving in the military. He is the man I want for this assignment and I need you to trust me on that, too.”

You say nothing, staring out the window and feeling suddenly exhausted. You hate everything about today -- the letter, the case, this arrangement you now have to endure. You hate that this is the first real conversation you’ve had with your brother in months and you’re locking horns.

“Okay,” you whisper after a while, reluctant to let the tension escalate. Your brother has asked so little of you since you severed ties with the Gajog -- and effectively, with him. You swallow past the taste of guilt when you turn to look him in the eye.

“I’ll play ball, Jaegyueo.”

Your brother seems to soften when you use his childhood nickname in return, shoulders relaxing as he takes another sip from the highball and looks out over the city he basically runs.

“Thank you, Amsaja.”

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Hoseok

“Has she seen this?”

Hoseok stares down at the glossy photograph in his hands.

There’s little to be gleaned from the details in the picture. There are no shadows, no reflections, no personal items to give away any clues as to who took it or when.

You are asleep, one bare shoulder peeking out from underneath your plush bedding -- your hair spilling out onto your pillow. You appear blissfully unaware of the danger standing just a few feet away.

“Hell no,” Namjoon exhales. “And I would like to keep it that way. She’d probably never sleep again if she saw that shit.”

Hoseok hands the photograph back.

“I need the two of you to figure out who got into her apartment. And then I need you to bring him here.”

Namjoon doesn’t finish that train of thought -- he doesn’t have to. Hoseok and Yoongi hear clearly everything he hasn’t said.

“We’ll find him,” Yoongi vows, and Hoseok nods his agreement. “It’s gonna be handled.”

Namjoon scrubs a hand down his jaw, eyes still glued to the picture on his desk.

He’s an uncharacteristically even-tempered boss, particularly in this line of work. Seeing him this unnerved is unnerving to Hoseok, who’s seen him handle countless shitty situations with an unnatural calm.

“She’s my sister,” Namjoon says quietly. “I don’t expect any of you to understand our dynamic, but I need you to know that her safety is my top priority.”

“Understood,” Hoseok murmurs and in that moment, the heavy door to the office opens wide. Namjoon shoves the photograph into his desk drawer.

Hoseok studies you as you trail Namjoon’s assistant across the length of this massive office.

The first word that comes to mind is small.

You’re much smaller than Hoseok imagined you’d be, basing that assumption almost entirely on Namjoon’s tall and solid frame. Physically, you are nearly the opposite of your brother, delicate features set in smooth skin, any appearance of height owed directly to the high-heeled shoes you’ve carefully matched to your business suit.

Hoseok notes that you have the same stubborn set to your jaw, though -- a defense mechanism that slips momentarily when you lock eyes with your brother. He catches the brief flash of sadness in your face before you manage it away.

In the years he’s been with the Gajog, he’s only heard your name a handful of times -- almost always followed by hushed exchanges and pained expressions. Never once has anyone breathed your name in front of Namjoon, though. That appears to be an invisible line everyone understands not to cross.

But now you’re here, in the flesh. One piece of the puzzle revealed.

Hoseok watches your exchange with Namjoon with curiosity. It’s not the easy back-and-forth one would expect to see between a pair of siblings -- but there is an underlying affection between the two of you. A quiet respect.

Amsaja, Namjoon had called you. Lioness.

Hoseok doesn’t see a lioness when he looks at you, though.

He sees a rich girl desperate to prove how much better she is than her own flesh and blood. He sees a social climber so eager to make a name for herself in this city that she walked away from her own brother to make it happen.

This is the moment that Hoseok decides that you’re not the kind of person he could ever respect.

Because unlike you, he would never put ambition above loyalty.

Never.

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laventae · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu boys - Pretending to be your boyfriend

Akaashi Keiji

Summary: Oneshot stories of random situations where the boys pretend to be your boyfriends, but y’all also kinda like each other?

Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Gn!reader (I tried my best to make it gn, if there are any mistakes though, please let me know)

Genre: Fluff?

Word count: 6.4k words

Warnings: Mild cursing

Becoming close friends with Bokuto when you got into Fukurōdani Academy a year ago was probably one of the best accidents that happened to you since you moved into town. Because you weren't very extroverted and had a hard time making friends whenever you got into a new school or was put in a social situation, you thought moving to Fukurōdani meant that you'd become an outcast once again. That, however, totally changed when you were assigned a seat next to Bokuto in class on your first day. And ever since then, you've been as close as ever. You can also definitely say that, because of him, it was much easier and much more comfortable for you to put yourself out there and be able to make friends and get along with many different people. You couldn't even express the amount of appreciation you felt towards him for helping you through it all. But, its moments like these that you just question if you should feel thankful or just straight up want to kill him. Your right leg shakes as you anxiously wait for the bell of your last class to ring. ‘Just a few more minutes’ you think to yourself. And surely, a couple of minutes later, the bell rings. You hurriedly grab your things and wave goodbye to your friends as you leave class. "Really? Nothing??" You exclaim as you look at your phone to see if Bokuto replied to any of your messages or calls. "Fine then" you say as you head to the gym, where you know he definitely would be.

-~-~-

You open the gym door slowly, and try to look for Bokuto. Your eyes scan the gym for any signs of him and then you spot him standing and talking to some of the guys from the volleyball team. ‘Gotcha’ you think as you make your way to him. You greet some of the guys on the team as you pass through the gym court to get to Bokuto. "Hey Bo!" you loudly call on him as you cross your arms while facing his back.

You see him stiffen and start turning around slowly, the boys laughing and wishing him luck. They probably know he’s done some shit again this time, and frankly, they're not surprised.

“Oh hey, y/n,” he scratches the back of his head nervously, “what brings you here?” he asks innocently.

“Oh, just missing you,” you answer. You see his shoulders relax and take another step towards him, “and wondering why you haven't been answering my texts or calls”

He puts on an innocent smile on his face and reaches for your head, ruffling your hair and trying to hug you “Oh, you're missing me? You’re missing your daily dose of Bokuto to re-energize your-” you swat his hand away before he finishes his sentence.

“Stop trying to act cute,” you say as you start fixing your hair, “explain”

“Oh, my bad, did you text me? I was just busy with practice and all, didn’t have time to check my phone.”

“Since yesterday?” you ask, unamused.

“Yesterday? Hmmm...” he pretends to start thinking about the last time he checked his phone.

“Quit it, I know you’ve been avoiding me and haven't started working on your part of our history project”

He gives you puppy dog eyes and reaches for your arm in a way where you know he means “can you help me with it?”

“It’s due in 3 days, you know that, right?” you ask, unamused, yet again.

His round, golden eyes don’t waver as he silently begs you to give in.

‘Goddammit, why does he have to be so cute’

You sigh, “fine”

He immediately gets excited and raises his fists in the air as if he won a game.

“But just this once, idiot” you say, and you can’t help but smile at how excited he gets.

“You say that every time, you know” you hear Konoha say teasingly and you send him a glare.

He quickly raises his arms as if to say “sorry” and you laugh.

You turn your attention to Bokuto again, “Today, after practice, I'll be waiting for you at our usual café, do you understand?”

“Sure, sure,” he says as he drags you to the court, “now toss me a ball, let me show you how much better my spike has gotten!” he exclaims excitedly and you can't help but give in, yet again.

A couple of minutes after you start tossing balls for Bokuto to spike, you feel someone staring at you. You turn around and notice it was Akaashi, but he looks away as soon as you notice him and continues chatting with another team member.

You grab another ball to toss Bokuto, “You know, I still don’t think Akaashi necessarily likes me” you quietly tell him.

He looks at you confused, “Here we go again, why do you think that?” he asks as he spikes another ball you threw his way.

“I don’t know, I always feel like he’s glaring at me when I look at him” you say slightly disappointed, “do you think I accidently did something wrong to annoy him?”

Somehow, you always found it hard to talk to him or get close to him. And it wasn’t a surprise since you weren’t the most extroverted person, but you were still able to get along with most people, just, not really, him.

“Hey, I'm sure that it’s just all in your head, he doesn’t hate you” Bokuto says as he waits for you to toss him another ball.

“It’s just so hard to read him, I can never know what he’s thinking”

“Then just ask him”

“It’s not that easy, you know”

“Why would it not be easy? What? Do you like him or something?” Bokuto says teasingly.

Skip

Your heart skips a beat.

‘What? Me liking him? That’s ridiculous’

I mean he’s very attractive, don’t get me wrong. He has the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. And your eyes can't help but follow him when watching the team play during matches. He always looks focused and serious and h-

‘What am I even thinking right now?’ you curse yourself in your head and turn to answer Bokuto but find him with a surprised look on his face.

“Wait! DO YOU ACTUALLY LIKE-” Bokuto yells before you put your hand on his mouth to stop him from finishing his sentence.

“OH MY GOD, NO!” you whisper yell before you turn around, and once again you see Akaashi turn his head away.

“No, stop being a weirdo” you tell Bokuto again as you remove your hand from over his mouth, hoping nobody heard what you guys were yelling about.

He eyes you suspiciously for a few seconds before asking you to toss him another ball.

“Well anyways, I don’t want my two best friends to be awkward around each other, so you guys better start getting along” he says as he spikes another ball.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you sigh, relieved that Bokuto isn't pressing on the matter any further.

‘Wait, why are you even relieved, it's not like you actually like him’ you think and unintentionally laugh out loud.

“Hey weirdo, stop laughing and keep tossing the ball”

You spend a few more minutes tossing the ball for Bokuto before leaving to get your stuff ready to meet him at your usual café nearby.

-~-~-

You check your phone as soon as you get in the café.

1 NEW MESSAGE FROM ‘Baka-to’: “Sorry! With coach! Be there in 15 mins!”

You sigh.

“Didn’t expect much from the king of tardiness,” you say to yourself quietly as you chuckle and find a seat for the both of you.

You sit at your usual booth and start taking out your laptop and other books you need to help with the project.

You hear the café bell jingle and you look up instinctively to see who came in.

‘Fuck’ you think as you look away and try to hide yourself when you notice your ex walk in with some of his friends.

You try to hide behind your laptop, “he didn’t see me, he didn’t see me” you quietly tell yourself but hear him excusing himself from his friends, “he didn’t see me...”

You feel someone towering over you and you look up from your laptop.

“Hey y/n”

‘Goddammit... not now’

“Hey Azami” you reply as you put on a fake smile.

“What're you doing here?” he asks as he rudely takes a seat in front of you.

“What do you want, Azami?” you say getting frustrated and ignoring his question.

“Ouch,” he says pretending to be fake hurt and laughs. When he notices that you haven't even cracked a smile, he continues, “you haven't been answering my calls or texts”

“Well, we did break up months ago, and I told you not to contact me anymore, so I don’t know what you were expecting” you answer annoyed and check your phone to see if Bokuto sent you anymore messages about when he was getting there.

“I already apologized for what I did, y/n,” he starts, “it didn’t mean anything, I swe-”

You cut him off, “okay, I don’t have time for this,” you say getting fed up already, and you get up and start packing your stuff.

He grabs your wrist, “Wait, let me expl-”

“Don’t touch me!” you exclaim as you cut him off again and try to get him to let go of your wrist.

“You’re not even listening to me, I-” he is cut off once again, but this time it wasn’t you.

Someone grabs his wrist and snatches it off yours.

You look up and notice Akaashi standing next to you, “Is there a problem here?” he asks in a serious tone. Even with his unreadable face, this time you can feel how serious and annoyed he looked.

‘What is he doing here now’ you think, feeling embarrassed that he caught you in this awkward situation.

Out of any situation you could've been in, this is how you guys accidentally run into each other. Figures.

Azami quietly chuckles, visibly annoyed, “I’m just tryna talk to y/n, so,” he glares at Akaashi, but keeps an innocent smile on his face. He then looks back at you and before he says anything he gets cut off, once again.

“Well, it seems like y/n doesn’t want to talk to you right now, so,” Akaashi replies back.

“What’re you? The boyfriend or something?” he says seemingly getting more annoyed.

“Yes” you reply without thinking and curse yourself in your head.

You just wanted Azami to leave quickly and you didn’t think about it when you answered.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid, why would you even say yes’

You feel Akaashi stiffen and both of them snap their heads at you.

You look at Akaashi apologetically and turn to face Azami, “So just leave us alone, will you?” you try to confidently say, and hope Azami hasn’t noticed the confused look on Akaashi’s face.

Azami just stares between the both of you for a few moments before he sighs in frustration, “Listen, I just wanted to talk to you and apologize again, about everything, so answer my calls sometime, alright?” he says as he turns around and goes back to his friends before you get the chance to reject his request.

As soon as he leaves, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

‘At least he’s gone, for now’ you sigh to yourself.

“Oh,” your head snaps to Akaashi, and notice him still looking at you, “I’m really sorry about that” you tell him embarrassed and look down.

“It’s fine” he sighs and takes the seat opposite of yours.

You look at him confused before you sit down again, placing your bag back down next to you, “Wait, what are you doing here?”

“Bokuto told me you wanted to meet us here” he says casually and starts looking over the menu in front of him.

“Me?” you ask, even more confused, and he just looks up at you.

‘Fuck, he has such pretty eyes’ you think to yourself.

‘Wait what am I even thinking right now’ you curse yourself again and look away, feeling your face turn a bit red.

“Was I not invited?” you hear him ask, disrupting you from your thoughts.

“No, it's not that-!” you answer quickly.

“I’ll go order something then, you want anything?” Akaashi says as he gets up.

You feel a pair of eyes staring at you. You turn and find Azami glaring at the both of you. He doesn’t even turn away when you notice, and just smirks.

“I’ll come with,” you tell Akaashi as you get up as well.

He just nods and you head to the counter.

You tell the barista your order and then Akaashi starts ordering.

You can’t help but feel eyes on you again and you turn to Azami.

But this time Akaashi steps back and blocks your line of sight and you look up at him.

“You know, if you want him to stop looking, you should stop as well” he says as he looks at you with his piercing blue eyes.

You feel yourself slightly blush under his gaze and look away as soon as you notice how close your faces were.

“Yeah, you’re right...” you answer quietly and try to look at him from the corner of your eye. You notice him smirking.

After your orders were paid for and done, you grab your drinks and walk back to your booth.

It gets quiet, except for the occasional sips you both take from your drinks.

You awkwardly shift in your seat and feel the need to break the silence.

“Thanks, by the way,” you start and he looks up from his drink, “for you know, helping me out, and not saying anything about not being my actual boyfriend”

“It’s nothing,” he says casually as he looks out the window next to your booth, and you can't help but notice a small blush appearing on his cheek.

‘What... what even kind of expression is that? He looks so fucking cute? I didn’t even know he can make that kind of expressi-’

“Hey kids!” you hear someone say as they run over to you, dragging you back to reality, and making you choke on your drink as you notice what you were even thinking about.

Both you and Akaashi notice it’s Bokuto when he gets to your table, then he pushes you to the inside booth seat.

“How are my best friends getting along with each other?” he asks you excitedly.

‘Ah, so that was his lame plan of getting us to get along better?’ you shake your head at him.

“Hey Bo, I thought we have a history project to finish here” you glare at him and he smiles innocently.

“I thought Akaashi could help us as well, considering we have so little time” Bokuto tells you, getting even more excited for some reason.

‘Ah... if only he knew he actually put Akaashi and I in an even more awkward situation than we were in before’

“Uhm... I’m actually pretty bad at history...” Akaashi quietly mentions as he looks at you and awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute he looked right then.

Both of them look at you confused.

“Anyways, we should start, shouldn’t we?” You ask Bokuto and he just sadly sighs.

-~-~-

A couple of hours pass by as you try to finish the project but you were all sharing laughs and jokes in between, which would explain why it was definitely taking more time than is needed for it to be done.

But honestly, it was the first time you felt like you and Akaashi were getting along easily, so even though you were annoyed with Bokuto inviting him without telling you, you were still grateful it gave you both a chance to get to know each other better, or just enjoy each other's company.

It wasn’t much, it wasn’t like all of a sudden, you became besties, but it was definitely better than before, when you both could barely keep a conversation going.

It was mostly the both of you sharing funny and embarrassing situations you’ve been through with Bokuto, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. And honestly being able to get a laugh or two from Akaashi, definitely made it worth it.

‘No wait, why did I even think that’

“Excuse me guys, I'll just head to the restroom for a bit” you say as you look at Bokuto, motioning him to let you out of the booth.

“Nooo... don’t leaveee! The story’s just about to get better!” he whines as you push him off his seat to leave the booth.

“I'm literally coming back,” you shake your head and look at Akaashi, “Keep him in check while I'm away, yeah?”

Akaashi just chuckles and nods while Bokuto pouts at you.

“Come backk!” you hear Bokuto jokingly cry as you head to the restroom area and you shake your head at him.

You pass through the café to a hallway where the restrooms are located and feel someone grab your wrist, “Bo, I literally told you I'm gonna go ba-” you turn around and notice your ex standing there instead.

You instantly stiffen and push his hand off your wrist.

“Stop touching me” you snap at him.

He looks down, “I'm sorry, y/n, I just honestly want you to know that whatever you saw happen with that girl at the party, wasn’t my fault. She pushed herself on me! I promise!” he desperately pleads.

As bad as you wanted to feel pity for him, you couldn’t. “That doesn’t explain the texts, DMs, and everything else you did while we were still together. We both know that probably wasn’t the first time you did it. It was just the first time you got caught.”

He looked up at you, speechless for a moment, “But I've changed now, it’s different” he says as he slowly tries to reach for your hand once again.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you hear someone say sternly, then you notice Akaashi walking up behind Azami and puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from grabbing your hand again.

“Babe, you should go ahead” Akaashi says as he nods to the restroom area.

Skip

You nod, and Akaashi just shoots you a soft smile before Azami pushes Akaashi's hand off his shoulder. You turn around and slowly run to the restrooms.

You wash your face.

Once.

Twice.

‘Babe?’

‘Did he really just say babe?’

‘And why did your heart skip a beat again when he did??’

You wash your face again and look up at the mirror above the sink.

‘And why the hell are you getting flustered like this?’

You chuckle at yourself.

“This is ridiculous,” you sigh to yourself as you turn off the tap, “you don’t actually like him, do you?” you ask yourself as you look at the mirror again.

I mean that might explain why you found it hard to talk to him at school, or trying to keep the conversation going when you did. Maybe it wasn’t him that was the problem, it was... you?

“I’m just overthinking this,” you sigh to yourself again.

You grab a paper towel and dry your face off.

“Okay,” you clear your throat as you reach for the door handle, “don't overthink things, you're barely even friends as is” you whisper to yourself as you open the door.

You notice Akaashi leaning against the wall in the hallway where you left him and Azami earlier. He looks like he’s intently thinking about something.

‘Pretty...’

Skip

You clear your throat as you close the door behind you, which looks like it also snapped his attention back to you and you notice him smile softly.

‘Don’t smile at me like that...’

“Were you waiting for something?” you ask him as you slowly walk to him.

“Yeah, you” he says as he straightens up and turns back to head to the café.

Skip

-~-~-

It was starting to get late, and you and Bokuto were almost done with the history project at that point, after hours of half working and half messing around with each other and Akaashi.

Even though at the beginning, you were iffy and kind of annoyed with Bokuto for sneakily inviting Akaashi without telling you, you couldn’t help but feel thankful for him because it turned out to be a fun hangout.

Even though your ex was there, and usually, even the thought of him would sour your mood, if not your whole day, this time you actually felt somewhat safe? You knew that Akaashi was definitely the reason for that, even with the occasional feeling of stares you felt, it didn’t really bother you as much.

Though this hangout made you also realize you might have a thing for Akaashi, you tried to push that thought away every time your thoughts wandered.

I mean you guys were finally getting along, and you didn’t want to jeopardize this blooming friendship between you guys for something stupid, like your heart skipping a beat every time he would look at you and smile, or the way he laughed, or the accidental touches you would have when he would point out something on your laptop screen.

That would just be stupid.

“Alright Bo, all you have left is to add the citations at the end of the report. I saved all the sites and documents we used here” you tell him as you point on the screen.

“Y/n, you literally are a life-saver!” Bokuto exclaims as he jumps on you for a hug.

Your eyes accidentally land on Akaashi and you notice him looking annoyed as he looks at Bokuto. Your eyes meet and he looks away.

‘I’m just making this up in my head at this point, right?’

“Alright, alright, Bo! Get off!” you chuckle as you push him off you, “Just please promise me you'll finish your part in our final project on time”

“No promises” you hear Bokuto quietly say.

“HEY!” you laugh as you hit him on the back of his head.

“I’m joking, don’t hate me~” he laughs as he links his arm with yours.

“Stop trying to be cute” you say, pretending to be annoyed with him.

“Yeah, stop that” Akaashi says seriously as he continues to look away and take a sip from his drink.

‘Is he actually pouting right now?’

“Why are you pouting right now?” Bokuto asks Akaashi, as if he heard my thoughts.

“I’m not” Akaashi says finally looking up.

Bokuto just shrugs it off, but doesn’t notice the slight blush on Akaashi’s cheeks.

“Anyways,” Bokuto checks his watch, and his eyes go wide, “Oh my god, its 11pm already, I have early practice tomorrow!”

“We’re done anyways, so you can go” you tell him.

“But... I won't be able to walk you to your dorm...” Bokuto says as he pouts.

“Hey its fine, it isn't far anyways, I can walk back alone-”

“I’ll walk you back,” Akaashi interjects out of nowhere.

Me and Bokuto both look at him.

“No, it’s fine, I can-” you try to reply but get cut off again

“Right, you both live in the same student dorm accommodation, don’t you?” Bokuto says as he suddenly remembers.

‘Do we?’

You don’t think you've ever seen him go there, though they usually do finish volleyball practice late so, that might be the case.

“Yeah, we do” Akaashi replies casually.

“That’s perfect, thanks Akaashi, look after y/n for me, would you?” Bokuto says and Akaashi nods as a reply.

“Guys, seriously, I'm ok-”

“Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Bokuto says as he gets up and hurriedly grabs his things, “and y/n, send me the project with the links so I can finish it off later, alright?”

I nod and he excitedly runs for the door before he waves us a final goodbye.

You sigh as you check the time on your phone, “time passed by really fast, huh?” you say to yourself but you hear Akaashi agree with you.

I guess time really does go fast when you're having fun, and honestly, you really didn’t want the night to end yet.

You turn to Akaashi as you get up and start packing your things.

“How did you know we live in the same dorm accommodation? I don’t remember ever seeing you go there” you ask him curiously.

“Bokuto mentioned you stay there a couple of times,” he continued, “and I usually go there late, around this time maybe? When I'm done with practice or schoolwork”

Ah... just as you thought...

“You really don’t have to walk me back, by the way, it’s fine” you say. Though that’s not true, you were kind of happy he offered.

You cursed that thought.

“We are going the same way anyway, wouldn’t hurt to make sure you get home safe while I'm at it” he says as he smiles at you.

Skip

‘Get that sweet smile off your face right now’

“Thanks,” you say as you look away flustered.

You hear him chuckle.

‘Is he purposely teasing me right now?’

“Why are you laughing?” you eye him curiously.

“You just look cute, when you get all flustered” he says smiling as he grabs the rest of your books from the table.

“I'm- I'm not flustered!” you say, quite flustered.

He chuckles even louder this time.

“Whatever” you say quietly, as you look away from him, pouting.

“Ready to go?” Akaashi asks when you grab everything.

You nod and try to take your books from him.

He just moves back, and takes the bag you were holding instead and throws it over his shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he says as he starts walking to the door.

You try to catch up with him, feeling confused.

He opens the door and motions you to leave first, as he smiles.

You walk out the door and he follows you right after.

You keep following him with a confused look on your face and he nods towards the café, where you find your ex staring at you both.

“Oh... I didn’t even notice he was still there” you say quietly.

“I guess that’s a good thing, right?” Akaashi smiles at you, and you both start walking to your student dorm accommodation.

When you’re finally out of your ex’s sight, you reach for your bag again.

Akaashi doesn’t let go of it, however.

“It’s fine, he can't see us anymore” you tell him.

“I’m sure you’re tired, I don’t mind holding your things” he replies casually.

Skip

‘Ahh... stop being so nice to me, I can’t handle it’

“It feels like I’m taking advantage of you now” you reply sadly.

He just chuckles, “I want to do it, you're not forcing me”

You sigh.

“I wanna apologize,” you start and Akaashi just looks at you, “and thank you again for helping me out today”

“It’s no big deal,” he looks back straight ahead “I'm glad I could help”

You walk for a few minutes in comfortable silence, when Akaashi speaks up again.

“I accidently overheard you guys,” he looks at you again and you look at him confused, “in the hallway, when you talked about what happened between the both of you”

“Oh...” you sigh as you look back on the street ahead of you.

“Hey, you did nothing wrong you know,” he continues, “actually, I find it quite attractive that you stood your ground and didn’t stay, or fall for his sorry bullshit”

Skip

‘Not right now, stupid heart’

“Thanks,” you say trying to sound calm but you can feel your heart beating fast.

‘Did he just say he found me attractive? No wait, he said he found the action attractive... but I mean, if you think about it, it was me who did the action so-’

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt Akaashi gently grab your hand to stop you.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks worriedly, “I’m sorry if I brought up something you didn’t wanna talk about, I don’t even know why I mentioned it, I was-”

“No, it's fine,” you interrupt his rambling, it wasn’t like it was his fault your ex was there. If anything, he helped you get your mind off of it all. “I was just thinking about something else” you say as you look down and notice his hand was still holding yours.

Skip

‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god’

He lets go of your hand as soon as he notices you staring at it, “sorry,” you hear him mumble as he starts walking again.

‘What are you 5? SNAP OUT OF IT’

You run to catch up to him and notice a small blush on his cheeks even though he was trying to look away from you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?” he says as he looks at you.

“You just look cute, when you get all flustered” you say, quoting his line.

“Hey, you can't use my line against me” he pouts, and you couldn’t help but chuckle again, and he joins in seconds later.

After about ten minutes of walking, and small talk, you get to your dorm building.

‘Dammit... I wish it were further’

“So,” you sigh as you stop and turn around in front of Akaashi, “this is me, I guess.”

‘Stop me, stop me, I know it’s late but stop me...’

“Right,” he says and you notice him hesitate.

You mentally sigh.

“Yeah, well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow” you smile and he nods.

You turn around and start walking to the building.

“Wait!” you hear Akaashi call out.

‘Yes!’

You turn around excitedly and notice Akaashi taking off your bag to hand it to you with your books.

‘Wow, I'm a fucking idiot’

“Right, I forgot,” you say and chuckle nervously. He smiles as he hands you your things.

You shove the books in your bag, and throw it over your shoulder, slightly disappointed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you manage to smile then turn around, embarrassed and try to rush to get inside the building.

You then feel him grab your hand and gently pull you back, “Wait,” he says again, before you accidentally bump into each other in the process of him turning you around to face him.

“Sorry,” he quickly says and pulls you into his chest before you start to fall back from the force of the both of you bumping into each other.

Skip

He takes a step back, “You okay? Sorry if I pulled you too hard” he asks you worriedly as he stares into your eyes.

‘I told you not to look at me like that...’

“It’s okay, I’m fine” you say as you quickly look down, flustered, and notice him, for the second time that evening, holding your hand.

‘It’s so warm, I don’t wanna let go...’ you think before your thoughts are interrupted with him trying to let go of your hand as soon as he probably noticed you staring at it again.

“Sor-” he starts before you boldly grab hold of his hand again, not allowing him to let go.

‘Why... why did I just do that??’

You feel your face heating up, but you don’t feel him letting go. You slowly try to look up at him and notice his face turned away.

‘Is his face red right now as well?’

It was too dark to fully tell but you were sure there was a tinge of red on his cheeks.

Skip

You didn’t want to let go but you were too embarrassed, and you weren't even sure if he felt anything or was just standing there shocked or flustered.

“Uhm, my bad...” you say flustered, and try to let go of his hand this time.

“Fuck it,” you hear him whisper to himself, but it was still audible to you. Probably because it was so late and nobody can be seen or heard outside, in that moment everything was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

He interlocked his hand with yours before you had the chance to let go and pulled you to his chest again.

You look up at him, shocked, and you were met with his piercing blue eyes yet again.

Skip

‘So close... So pre-’

“Pretty” you hear him whisper, as if he was completing your thought.

‘Wait, is he talking about me?’

You feel your face heat up again, and your heart beat like crazy, not that it died down since the last few minutes.

You see him smile softly, “you’re getting all flustered again” he says with a smirk on his face.

“Are you teasing me again?” you say looking away as you try to push him back but he pulls you back again.

“No,” he chuckles and you can feel his free hand touching the red of your cheeks, “It’s cute”

Skip Skip Skip Skip

You meet his piercing gaze again with a look of bemusement on your face. And this time you can see it much clearer, the redness of his cheeks as well.

‘What’s happening right now, there’s no way he...’

You feel his hand cupping your face before you get to finish that thought.

“You can tell me to stop, if you don’t like this,” he says, staring at your lips, as he slowly starts leaning down.

Skip Skip Skip Skip

He stops right before your lips meet; and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

He looks back at your eyes for a moment, and when he doesn’t see any hesitation coming from you, he closes the space between your lips.

You close your eyes and feel the warmth of his lips travel like a shiver all across your body. You could swear that if he wasn’t holding you this close, you would've passed out.

It wasn’t even deep, it was short, warm and sweet, but somehow you feel like it was something you’ve been waiting for, for a very long time.

After a few seconds, he pulls away and you open your eyes, dazed.

You notice him smiling and then he bites his lip, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, actually” he says quietly as he stares into your eyes.

You somehow feel your face get even hotter, “same” you quietly whisper.

You notice you said it out loud and you quickly cover your mouth with your free hand.

He chuckles, and you push him back lightly, “You’re teasing me now” you tell him as you look away, pouting.

“I’m not, I promise,” he says as he guides your face with his free hand back to face him, “I mean it.”

“I thought you didn’t like me...”

“Me?” he asks, looking confused.

“I don’t know, I'd always find you glaring at me when we pass in the school halls, or whenever I'm with Bo during lunch or during his practices...”

He just chuckles softly, “I guess I understand why you’d think that,” he says, looking like he’s thinking seriously about it, “I think, I just found it hard trying to get close to you, or try and get your attention. I mean, you're friends with Bokuto for god’s sake, the king of attention,” he says and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘That is true, no one can beat Bokuto at attention seeking’

“And by the way,” he continues, “I wasn’t glaring, I was admiring”

Skip

You look away, getting flustered again and you hear him chuckle. “I swear you're doing this on purpose” you sigh and you hear him chuckle louder.

You look down and notice his hand still intertwined with yours, but this time he doesn’t let go when he notices you staring.

‘This is too much for my heart right now.’

‘If this is a dream, however, then I don’t want to wake up yet...’

“I should, head back now, though. It's... getting late, so...” you say as you look back at him.

“Right,” he says as you both slowly start to let go of each other's hand, “I can, uh, pick you up before school, tomorrow, you know, so we can go there together, if you'd like” he says, or asks(?) as he scratches the back of his head.

‘God, he’s so fucking cute...’

“Sure,” you answer him, trying to sound cool and calm on the outside but you're actually freaking out on the inside.

“Alright,” he says looking happy, and he nods towards your dorm building, “I’ll watch you go in”

“Alright,” you don’t really know how to say goodbye, so you just turn around and take a few steps towards the building

‘Do it coward. I mean you just kissed why are you even getting embarrassed now. Wait did we just kiss??? Okay don’t go off topic, just... fuck it’

You turn back and run to where Akaashi’s standing, he looks at you confused but you just reach for his face and place a kiss on his cheek.

You feel him stiffen at first but then relax as he gives you a flustered chuckle, “BYE!” you half scream before you run into the dorm building without looking back.

As soon as you reach your room, you throw your bag on the floor, jump on your bed and start screaming onto your pillow.

After a few minutes of you trying to calm yourself down, you flip over and stare at your ceiling.

‘I can’t believe this just happened...’

You take out your phone to text Bo, not necessarily to tell him what happened, but to share your excitement, and you notice 2 new text messages.

2 NEW MESSAGES

You open the first one.

FROM ‘Baka-to’: “Hey, idiot, did you get home safe? You still haven't texted me. Anyways sorry for surprising you with Akaashi today, I just definitely thought you guys would get along, and you did, didn’t you? Didn’t I do well? Hohohoho anyways text me back, idiot”

You shake your head at him, but cant help but agree.

REPLY TO ‘Baka-to’: “You were right, as always, I love you dumbo. And I got home in one piece, no worries”

You then open the second message.

FROM ‘Akaashi Keiji’: “Hey pretty, I’ll be waiting for you at 6:30 a.m tomorrow morning, see you then. Sleep tight”

You grab your pillow again and scream into it.

‘I never want to wake up from this dream’ you think as you slowly drift to sleep.

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julie-thefatones · 4 years ago

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Ghost of You || Luke X Reader || Part 1

Hello everyone!! welcome to my first Fanfic pretty much.... im really nervous about posting it, and really hope you guys like it! Im going to warn you that there are some punctuation mistakes, and probably some misspelled words, and run on sentences... but nobodies perfect eh? lol anyways Enjoy! please let me know what you think, I am already writing part 2 so if this goes well ill post that soon :)

A/N: Your best friends with Julie, since the stamp was removed from the boys they are able to be seen by lifers at choice and can touch lifers at choice, but are still ghosts. You and Luke grow closer and closer starting to go from friends to more than that and everyone starts to notice, it just takes a little longer for you two to figure it out.

Word Count: 2,352

First day of school is always hard, especially senior year.... big deal or its supposed to be. You have always had a hard time with school because it was just hard for you to focus, you were always thinking about what you would rather be doing like painting, singing, taking a walk, and most recently learning guitar which Luke had been more than happy to help you with. Luke, Luke Patterson he was a member of your best friend Julies ghost band, Julie and The Phantoms, which included members Luke, Reggie, Alex, and of course Julie. You always knew they existed but it wasn't until recently that you were really able to get to know them your self because until recently only Julie could see them. Ever since they had that curse of a stamp removed from them, they pretty much can choose whenever they want to be seen or touch anything. It has been nice, because now you can really be apart of your best friends new world, you also got to make 3 new really fun and funny friends, they were just as chaotic as you and Julie. You and Luke really clicked from the moment you and him were able to actually see each other, well he has always been able to see you, but this way was much better. Since you and Luke hung out all the time, you found your self spending hours with him a day. In fact thats where you were before school, was with Luke, you guys had this little place by a lake you loved to hang out at, which caused you to be late for your first day.

So deep in your thoughts you didn't even realize you made it to your locker until you heard the all so familiar tone of your best friend calling out your name as she approached your locker "y/n!!! I didn't even see you pull in" Julie said as she now rested against the lockers next to you "Hey Jules! sorry I over slept and was late" Julie rolled her eyes "On your first day! man you really setting the bar high this year" she said laughing at you, You laugh too at the obvious sarcastic tone in her voice "alright, alright!! ms setting the bar high, we better get to class" you say punching Julie playfully in the arm before heading down the hallway to class.

As you sat in class, you started to feel really bad about lying to Julie about the real reason you were late to school today, you just didn't know how to explain how much you and Luke have been hanging out with out her asking a million questions, but its not like it was a big deal. Trying to get out of your head you try to focus on Mr. Berty who was describing the different factors of algebra which you never understood anyway, so you just write notes in hopes that when you study it later you'll understand it.... which never happens either. As you're writing notes you notice something in the window, in the corner of your eye, not really thinking anything of it until you notice that the thing is jumping up and down and no one else is noticing which could only mean one thing. You look to the side and you see Luke in his orange beanie and Rush tank top jumping up and down waving his arms in order to get your attention with the biggest smile on his face, you laugh to your self, and then realizing he must want something, looking at the clock you realized you still had 40 mins left in this class *Oh my gosh! for real its only been 20 minutes!* you thought to yourself; quickly looking from the clock to the window where Luke was still jumping, you raise your hand "Yes ms. Y/L/N" you bring your hand down faster than you want to, slightly hurting it on the desk "May I use the restroom please?" you ask hesitantly, eager to know what Luke wants, Mr. Berty sighed with annoyance "If you really need to, I suppose, but make it fast ms. Y/L/N" you stand up a little to excited "Thank you mr. Berty" you said as you scurried out the door.

When you made it outside Luke stopped jumping, but his smile remained. You loved his smile, it was contagious, you noticed you were smiling too "Luke! what are you doing here" you said punching his arm playfully, he laughed and grabbed his arm pretending that the punch hurt him "Wow the abuse Y/N" with a smirk he continued "Someone help!!! im being abused someone help!!!" you roll your eyes and smack your hand over his mouth "Not that anyone can hear you, but shut up! that did not hurt" you say with a small laugh, as he is laughing underneath your hand "What are you doing here Luke?" you say with your hand still on his mouth, you feel his smile grow bigger underneath your hand "Well, Y/N, Im here because I got something for you!! but you have to come with me to get it" he said with pure excitement, still with your hand on his mouth, then he licked your hand to get it off, you pull away in knee jerk reaction, he smiled "Sorry! as much as I love your hand on my mouth we need to go!" he said eagerly, you laughed and rolled your eyes "Luke, you do realize im at school right?" he grabbed your hand pulling you across the school field "Yeah! but if you really cared about that, you wouldn't have come outside would you" he said, still with the biggest smile on his face, you rolled your eyes even more and gave in knowing he was right "Alright! but where are you taking me" you exclaimed, speeding up to be side by side with him instead of him dragging you, he looked at you, and bit his lip still excited "aha! you'll just have to wait and see" he said and you both smiled. As you kept walking you realized never Luke never let go of your hand from when he was dragging you..... not that it meant anything, it felt nice though.

It took about 15 mins to walk to you and Lukes usual spot by the lake, still holding hands you approached the tree you guys likes to sit by, or sit in depending on if you wanted to climb, which about 90% of the time Luke did.. also doesn't help he can just teleport up there if he wants to, where as you had to do it the hard way while he just laugh at you trying to climb up. This time Luke wasn't going up the tree, he let go of your hand, which kind of made you sad, but then you saw the look on Lukes face, which was pure excitement "Stay right here Y/N!" he said firmly grasping your shoulders to make sure you stayed in place, as he hopped over to the tree "CLOSE YOUR EYES!" he yelled from behind the tree grabbing something, but you obeyed closing your eyes and before you knew it he was in front of you, you could feel it "Alright, you can open" he said softly, you opened your eyes, and there Luke was with the same smile, holding an acoustic guitar, you could tell it was a nice one, just from the shine on it and how pretty the strings looked, you didn't even realize your mouth was wide open until Luke laughed "Ya like it?" he exclaimed, and you just looked at it "Is that for me?" you asked shocked and excited, Luke laughed "Is that for me?" Luke mocked you "Yeah its for you! ya dork" he continued as he hopped over around you, to get behind you so he could place the guitar in front of you for you to hold, you could feel his arms brush against you... which you like as much as the hand holding but, a little more ... again it didn't mean anything, he was just a friend... and Julies band mate. Luke continued talking taking you out of your trance "Ya never answered me though, do you like it" He said still behind you, but now you were holding the guitar, you just looked at it in awe "Where did you get this Luke? How did you get this?" you asked still in shock, Luke just laughed "Don't worry about that!" he said with a mischievous tone, and then you got worried "Luke you didn't ?!... you didn't steal this right!" you asked with actual concern, you wouldn't put it past him, he just laughed and in a teasing tone said "Ouch! you think I would do that Y/N.... Im not that bad!" and then he continued but more serious this time "No! I didn't steal it, Since I have this new found power of choosing when to be seen and stuff, I picked up a small job at the music store downtown, thought why not earn some money.... and then when you asked me to teach you how to play guitar, I wanted to get you your own.... sooooo I have been saving up ever since" he said in a soft tone and then you felt him come closer to you from behind, but now he was putting his hands on the guitar softly playing a melody, while pretty much holding you, as he played the melody you could feel his breath on your neck.... you guys have never been this physically close before, right before you got to lost into your thought Luke continued talking "You! still haven't answered the question though!!! do you like it??" he exclaimed with a teasing tone once again, which caused you to laugh, and you turned around in his arms making the current position pretty much a hug but Lukes holding a guitar "Of course I like it you dork!!" you said excited and continued "This is the nicest thing anyone has done for me...." you looked into his eyes and with a soft tone said "Thank you" he smiled, a soft smile, and his whole face became soft as he relaxed the guitar down by both your sides and looked deeper into your eyes "Of course...." he said softly, both of you just looking deeper into each others eyes, you felt some kind of connection, and you felt like you both were getting closer and closer to each other and then a voice came from behind both of you, causing both of you to shake out of the trance you both shared "Hey! Y/N! Luke! what are you guys doing out here?

You and Luke both jump, moving away from each other as you see Reggie come out of the trees eating a meatball sub. You and Luke look at each other confused as crap as to why Reggie was there and how he knew about it "Hey Reg!" Luke said a little nervous putting his hand behind his head messing with this beanie, you looked flustered flashing your eyes from Luke to Reggie and back to Luke who continued talking "the real question is what are you doing out here buddy?" and Reggie just chuckled a little, while taking another bite off his sandwich "Well, I went to the school to see Kayla like I always do, we like to eat lunch together, then I saw you two run off and thought I would follow" Reggie said with a full mouth, you and Luke shared a look "So you have been here the whole time?" you asked, wondering how you guys didn't notice Reggie was behind you guys the whole time, Reggie smiled a meatball smile since his mouth was still full and he answered "Yeah!! but I wanted to eat my sandwich so I decided to sit down in those trees and eat it" Luke looked at Reggie with a confused look "But Reg, isn't that your sandwich?" Luke asked still confused, and Reggie looked at him, again with a meatball smile "No! this was supposed to be Kaylas sandwich but since I didn't see her, because I followed you guys... I decided to eat it!" You and Luke laughed and Luke stepped forward patting Reggie on the shoulder "Kayla is one lucky girl Reg!" Luke said teasing Reggie, you laughed in response, and then Reggie went back to his initial question "So what are you guys doing out here?" he asked taking yet another bite of the sandwich, in which Luke got nervous again and answered Reggie with a slightly nervous tone "Hey! shouldn't you be getting back to the school, Kayla is gonna be wondering where your at bud" Reggie stopped chewing and his eyes grew big and he looked at Luke "Youre right! awww man, im gonna have to go get another sandwich" Reggie answered in a high pitched nervous tone "Ill see ya guys later!" Reggie said while running away nearly tripping over his own feet. You and Luke sighed and looked at each other, Luke smiled "Well should we get you back to school as well?" Luke asked you with a soft tone added with a light chuckle at the end, you nodded "Yeah, Lunch is gonna be starting soon and Julie is gonna be wondering where I went" you responded, and then looked at your guitar and looked back at Luke "I love my guitar Luke, I really love it!" you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug, he responded by wrapping his arms around your wait pulling you in tighter, when you guys released from the hug you shared another look, quickly shaking it off with Luke responding "I cant wait to teach you some more chords on it!" he said back to his excited state from when you first got there, skipping forward grabbing your hand again as you guys walked back to school together.

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If you’re still doing prompts !!! #80 “I didn’t drive all this way to say ‘hey’.” :)

Hello!! 💕 Thanks for the prompt! I wrote this today instead of thinking about the fact the finale is tonight! 😩

Idk how I feel about this, but it’s a booty call fic set in season 1 if Beth had kicked Dean out and he had stayed out...you can read it on AO3 here or on here if you want :)

80. “I didn’t drive all this way to say ‘hey’.”

Rio is in her kitchen.

That’s not really a shock because she did invite him here. And it’s not like he hasn’t been here before. But still. Rio is in her kitchen. Groaning out a pleased sound while eating one of the cinnamon cookies leftover from when she had baked them in a frenzy to send with the kids when they went to Judith’s with Dean earlier.

The cinnamon cookies that she’d eaten about six of that evening. When the door shut behind Danny, the last straggler, she ate a cookie. When she went to straighten up the kids’ rooms and found them empty. Another cookie. When she flipped through the channels and found nothing to watch. Time for a cookie! When Dean called to fill her in on how the kids were settling in and to try to guilt-trip her into letting him move back in. TWO cookies.

She’d needed to get a hold of herself before she ate any more. She’d needed a distraction. And a bourbon.

So she’d gone on Netflix and flipped on some early Grey’s Anatomy. She wanted something juicy so she picked the episode where Izzie cuts the LVAD wire because she always loved Denny, but then all of a sudden Meredith and Derek were having passionate, adulterous sex in an exam room. And Beth got swept up in the tension of the argument about the way McDreamy looks at her and how he’d pulled her panties down and the way they had just wanted to devour each other.

And, well, it had gotten to her. And then she had been hungry for something other than cookies and she’d had a couple of bourbons and so what if she’d texted the one person in her phone that had come close to looking at her that way?

B: Hey

R: Yeah?

B: Can you stop by? It’s urgent.

R: 15 min

And, true to his word, he’d been there fifteen minutes and one bourbon later. And now he was in her kitchen, standing on the other side of her island while she leaned against the sink, finishing up the cookie. Licking the crumbs off his pink lips and looking at her expectantly.

“Ain’t you got some urgent business you gotta tell me about?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

And, oh god, she had not thought this through. He has no idea why she summoned him here tonight. What was she thinking? She doesn’t know how to follow through on a--a booty call. And that’s what this is, isn’t it? She’s never done this before. She’s a booty-call virgin!

And she’s wearing leggings and an old tank top! Aren’t you supposed to get all dolled up to try to seduce the person? She only has on the mascara and lip gloss she’d swiped on to go to the grocery store earlier to grab some more flour for the cookies. And then she looks down and realizes that there’s evidence of her stress-baking left behind on her shirt, flour coating her beat-up tank top like a big sign that says “I’m an unsexy mess.”

She puts on her best prim smile, pushing through her doubts.

“Yes of course. Very urgent,” she chirps, lying out of her ass.

He grunts something out, seemingly not convinced of its importance.

“Um, did you want another first?” she asks, pointing to the plate of cookies and trying to buy some time. “I could make you some coffee!”

She turns towards the coffee machine and starts to fiddle with it, but, shit, she hadn’t thrown out the grounds that morning. She’s about to hastily rectify that when she hears movement and turns to find Rio circling the island to stand across from her.

He’s looking at her with his head tilted, face neutral.

“Hey,” she breathes out.

And, god, what is she doing? Greeting him like he hasn’t been here for 5 minutes already. But he’s so much closer now and she can smell his cologne, see some stray lint on his peacoat.

He breathes out a chuckle, looks down, and smiles before looking back up.

“Yeah, I didn’t drive all this way to say ‘hey’ and have snack time, darlin’, so I’m gonna need you to spit it out,” he says, impatient and sneering.

And, okay, that’s dramatic. It only took him 15 minutes to get here.

“Spit what out?” she squeaks.

She really should’ve come up with an actual excuse for him to be here. But she’s just intoxicated enough by the combination of the bourbon and his scent that coherent lies have become inconceivable.

He takes another step forward, and she has to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. He seems so unaffected by her presence. Oh god, what if she had made it up in her head? What if all the teasing flirting was manipulation? What if he never looked at her the way she thought he did?

“What it is that you need,” he answers, voice low and husky and delicious.

She’s about to call it off—maybe fake getting an emergency text from Annie as an excuse—not wanting to risk the rejection. But then. Then his hooded eyes dip down from her eyes to her neck and down to where her cleavage peeks above the neck of her tank.

Her heart rate picks up as she watches him lick and bite at his bottom lip as his gaze drifts down the rest of her curves the way she always thought it did.

She hadn’t made it up.

She swallows and pushes her chest out a little more, lets her glossy lips fall open in a subtle pout.

His eyes return to hers and he rasps out, “Ain’t seen you in something like this before.”

He reaches out and tugs at the hem of her shirt. He’s looking at her in a ratty tank top like she’d put on her best lingerie for him. She shivers and lets out a breath from her mouth.

His eyes glance down to her pouting lips and that’s all the encouragement she needs.

She tentatively leans forward and up slightly onto her tiptoes and captures his lower lip between hers, kissing him softly.

He feels him stiffen for a second before he melts into it and grips onto her hips, pulling her toward him, deepening the kiss.

And his hands. His big hands that she touches herself to. Thinking about them touching her. Those hands are all over her, kneading at her ass, and tangled in her hair and gently feeling up her breasts like he if he’s too eager, it may all stop.

And his mouth. His lips and his teeth and his tongue that she always imagines licking and nipping all over her body and down between her thighs. They’re battling with her lips and teeth and tongue.

It occurs to her that she hasn’t kissed someone other than Dean in more than 20 years. It occurs to her that it had never once felt like this. She feels like she’s on fire. Feels the heat everywhere. But especially low in her gut. Wetness pooling between her legs.

He’s groaning into her mouth, a pleased sound. Not unlike the one he had released when he was eating the cookie that she can taste on his tongue.

And she could kiss him for hours, days, years of her life, but she needs to breathe. So she pulls back and gasps in air while he does the same, hands gliding under her tank top to feel at the soft skin of her waist.

“Damn,” he breathes out.

“Yeah,” she agrees.

“This the urgent business you called me over here for?” he asks, breathless and teasing her, pinching at her waist.

“Shut up,” she responds, lurching forward to kiss him again.

She nibbles on his lower lip and slips her tongue in his mouth and pulls a moan out of him while she drags her nails over his head. She drifts her hand down from his black t-shirt covered stomach to his groin to discover the hard line of his erection. He grunts into her mouth as the length of him twitches against her hand.

She wasn’t the only one that was hungry.

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