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gimmethatagustd · 11 months

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needy | jjk (ft. myg)

Jungkook refuses to admit that he has feelings for you, but he's slowly cracking under the pressure. Will his bright idea of asking his friend to seduce you be the final thing that helps him get over his interest in you?

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x f!reader x yoongi (from babydoll)

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | fwbs | smut

↳ wc/date: 4.3k | July 2023

↳ warnings: marijuana (is it really a jai fic without weed??), a failed attempt at cuckolding, humiliation, degradation, yoongi and jungkook are kinda like "good cop, bad cop" except jungkook is more of a sub than he thinks he is, soft dom!yoongi, sub!reader, sub!jungkook, vaginal fingering, blow jobs (crying, throatfucking), cunnilingus, oral sex between yoongi and jungkook so if that's not your thing ya better exit outta here, protected vaginal sex, reader gets fairly non-verbal during sex

↳ notes: i highly recommend reading babydoll first, but this can be read as a standalone. i think i covered everything in the warnings? but if i didn't list something, pls let me know. i'm really tired lmfao

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? like i would - zayn

“Hey, love. Can I call you love?”

You give Yoongi a bashful smile and nod your head. He brings his hand to your thigh, softly running his fingers along your exposed skin.

The three of you sit in Jungkook’s apartment, with you and Yoongi on the couch and Jungkook in a chair on the other side of the room. Jungkook nurses a half-finished blunt between his lips and allows the marijuana to fog his memories of how he’d gotten here.

You giggle at whatever Yoongi whispers in your ear, your freshly manicured fingers pressing against your lips. Jungkook undoes the button at the neck of his dress shirt and shoulders his suit jacket off. He’d forgotten he was still wearing it.

Leaning back, Jungkook watches you squirm when Yoongi’s hand reaches the hem of your skirt. You stare at Yoongi with heavy red eyes. His eyes match yours, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your sorority formal was a bust, not to Jungkook’s surprise. Spending the night in a seedy nightclub, humid with the stench of sweat and beer, with a bunch of wasted college kids wasn’t exactly Jungkook’s idea of fun.

He told himself a thousand times that he wouldn’t agree to go with you. Yet Jungkook put on his only suit and slicked back his hair, which was getting to be a bit too long. He spent an hour pregaming with your lame friends, who Jungkook believes really shouldn’t be your friends, and another hour and a half dancing at the nightclub that was just as terrible as he knew it would be.

Had he had fun? Absolutely the fuck not. The moment you started grinding your ass on his dick when more sexually explicit music started playing, he’d quickly snatched your wrist and dragged you out of the club. Now you’re in Jungkook’s apartment, stumbling home in the middle of the night, all dolled up and looking prettier than Jungkook has ever seen you.

It was just a coincidence that you ran into Yoongi, Jungkook’s neighbor and decent friend, in the hallway of their apartment complex. The thing is, Jungkook saw the way Yoongi eyed you in your little black skirt that just barely covered your ass and the swell of your tits bubbling out of your corset. He saw the way Yoongi licked his lips, pausing longer than necessary to chat with the two of you as he fumbled with the keys to his apartment.

Jungkook still isn’t sure what he was thinking when he invited Yoongi over when it had been clear that he was dragging you home to fuck you, but you didn’t protest when your night turned into a smoke session with Jungkook’s friend.

A few blunts later, Jungkook had pulled Yoongi into the kitchen while you lounged on the couch.

“You want me to what?”

“Fuck her.”

“Like, right now?” Yoongi had taken in a sharp inhale as his eyes widened. “Does she like me?”

Jungkook had rolled his eyes in response, passing the blunt to his friend while he searched for words. It wasn’t fair to act like Yoongi was the idiot here when Jungkook asked something highly unexpected out of him, not to mention that Jungkook wasn’t being honest about why.

“Yeah, I know the face she makes when she’s interested. She keeps looking at you like that.” Had he been lying? Maybe. Yoongi is cute, objectively. You probably think so, too. The fuck if Jungkook knows.

All Jungkook knows is that he needs his favorite hookup to get the fuck out of his head. He’s tired of seeing your face when he fucks other people. He’s tired of opening and closing Instagram just to refresh your profile. He’s tired of caving whenever you text him to come over, always staying the night despite Jungkook’s no-sleepovers rule.

Yoongi is a good friend. He’s consistent, reliable, and open-minded. Plus, weed makes Yoongi horny anyway. Jungkook is honestly doing him a favor.

But something stirs in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach when Yoongi finally slips his hand beneath your skirt after playing at the hem. Compared to Jungkook, what Yoongi lacks in size and strength he makes up for in the softer features Jungkook knows girls like: large hands, plush lips, and gentle eyes. Yoongi’s ass might even be a tad bit fatter than his, too, but Jungkook isn’t looking at another dude’s ass.

“You’re cute,” Yoongi murmurs.

“Th-Thank you,” you say with a small sigh.

“Wanna give me a kiss, love?”

When your lips connect, Jungkook turns away. The soft moan that falls from your mouth shoots like electricity straight to his cock, but Jungkook struggles to lift his eyes. He has no desire to watch his friend shove his tongue down your throat.

But isn’t that the point? Perhaps Jungkook has forgotten what he’d wanted to gain from this.

“Is our Jungkookie feeling left out?”

Yoongi’s light teasing brings Jungkook out of his head. He finally looks up to see you’re now straddling Yoongi’s lap, arms loosely wrapped around his neck. You turn back to look at Jungkook, and he sees something akin to guilt flash in your eyes. It disappears once Yoongi runs his tongue up your throat, the sensation making your head fall back and lips part.

Jungkook squeezes his fists against his thighs. His eyes lock with Yoongi’s, and the other man gives him a wink as he suckles the skin below your jaw.

I asked for this. I asked for this. I asked for this.

Jungkook is beginning to feel lightheaded. He shifts in his seat and realizes he isn’t breathing. His heart pounds so violently in his chest that he feels he might go into cardiac arrest.

“Y/N, get the fuck over here,” Jungkook growls. His voice is deep and tight and cuts through the quiet living room as sharp as ice.

You shoot up, re-adjusting your skirt from it being shoved around your waist. Yoongi watches with cat-like eyes as you wobble over to stand between Jungkook’s legs. He doesn’t utter a word, only cocks his head to the side and keeps his eyes on Jungkook.

Jungkook makes a point of ignoring Yoongi. He turns his attention to you, grabbing your wrists and pulling you forward so you meet him at eye level.

“Is he turning you on?” You tremble, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. He pulls on your wrists again, tightening his grip on you. “Use your words.”

When you still don’t speak, Jungkook reaches under your skirt to rip your thong down your legs. He slides his fingers through your pussy, toying at your entrance. When he pulls away, a sticky string of your arousal attaches to his fingers before eventually breaking off.

“Look how wet you are for him. You fucking slut.”

Jungkook hears Yoongi make a surprised noise from the couch, but he doesn’t bother looking. He keeps his attention on you because you’re all he ever wants to focus on.

“Yes,” you finally admit. You stare into Jungkook’s eyes with swollen lips bitten between your teeth.

“You want him to fuck you?” Jungkook squints at you, already knowing the answer. But he wants to hear you say it. He needs the confirmation that you want someone other than him, that someone else can pleasure you, potentially even better than he can. He needs you to tell him that you don’t want him.

Jungkook pulls down your skirt to let it pool around your ankles with your underwear. You let out a small whimper, but he knows you know better than to stay silent.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Jungkook lets go of your wrists to rip open the lace corset you’re wearing. Your tits spill out, and he fights the urge to bring his mouth to them.

“Yes, I want him to fuck me.”

Jungkook twirls you around so you have your back to him. He pulls you into his lap, positioning his knees between your legs so he can force you to spread open, on display for Yoongi.

“Do you want to fuck her?” Jungkook’s jaw muscles twitch beneath his skin as he bites into his molars. His hands snake forward to caress the inside of your thighs, daring to swipe his fingers through your dripping folds. “She’s a needy little slut.” He spits the words more for you than for Yoongi.

Yoongi is hard. His already skin-tight jeans stretch across his groin so tightly that Jungkook is sure even pinching the fabric between two fingers would be impossible. He can relate to his friend: Jungkook’s pants are too tight around his hips from his erection, but he ignores his arousal.

“Fuck, yeah.” Yoongi’s voice comes out hoarse and low, and Jungkook feels you clench your thighs when he speaks.

“Great.” Jungkook grits his teeth. He pushes you off of him and rises to his feet.

You stand between Jungkook and Yoongi, eyeing both men with a hint of… curiosity, perhaps, in your expression. If you’re confused by what’s going on, then you aren’t the only one because Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. He assumed you would put your clothes back on and go next door to Yoongi’s apartment. The two of you would fuck, and Jungkook would force himself to take a cold shower and think about how you were Yoongi’s now.

But Yoongi doesn’t move, and neither do you.

“Well?” Jungkook knows gritting his teeth is bad for him, but he can’t help but seethe with irritation – largely at himself, but you and Yoongi are perfect scapegoats even though Jungkook did this all on his own.

“You don’t want us to stay here?” Yoongi’s eyes drop to the bulge in Jungkook’s pants. He licks his lips and returns to Jungkook’s face.

It hadn’t ever crossed Jungkook’s mind that staying was an option.

When Jungkook doesn’t respond, Yoongi turns to you. He gives you a gentle smile, softer and prettier than Jungkook has ever given you. “What do you want, love? Do you want JK to watch?”

Drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you grin as you bite your lip and nod. “Yeah, I do.” Your eyes drift from Yoongi’s to Jungkook’s, and your expression falls momentarily. “Unless you don’t want me, too, JK.”

Jungkook shakes his head, speaking before he can stop himself. “I always want you.”

It might feel like the wrong thing to say, but it makes you happy, and Jungkook is realizing too quickly that making you happy is what he wants the most out of everything else.

So when he finds himself standing beside his bed, shirtless, watching Yoongi removing the last of his clothing, Jungkook wonders just how much this is going to fuck him up in the head. Because there’s no way he’s walking away from this the same as he was when he went into it. Even though he’s frustrated and high and ready to prove something to himself (what, he doesn’t know), Jungkook can’t shake the thought that maybe he’s going about all this wrong.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi, oh my god,” you squeal, throwing your head back into the bed. Yoongi sucks on your clit, and how his jaw works against your lips tells Jungkook that he’s likely lapping at your clit with his tongue.

“She tastes so fucking good,” Yoongi moans with glistening lips.

Jungkook’s mouth starts to water. He knows. Fuck, he knows. You’re sweet and creamy and so fucking warm.

“Why don’t you come over here?” Yoongi turns his head to the side to lock eyes with Jungkook as he slathers his tongue through your folds. He licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, purposefully gathering your arousal on his tongue so strings of it attach to his lips when he pulls away – all the while keeping his eyes on Jungkook. “Taste her with me, Jungkookie.”

Joining them hadn’t been the plan. Even watching hadn’t been the plan. Yet Jungkook finds himself maneuvering around Yoongi, so they both can settle between your thighs.

Yoongi lowers his head to run his tongue around your entrance. The new position makes more room for Jungkook to lean forward. Keeping his eyes on you rather than Yoongi, Jungkook tentatively flicks his tongue against your clit.

A moan rips from your throat as you feel the double stimulation of Jungkook licking and sucking your clit while Yoongi plunges his tongue inside you. You immediately buck your hips, but Yoongi holds them down firmly. It’s easier than he expected. A stupid little voice in his head comments that he and Yoongi work well together.

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” Your moans sound strained and wet.

With your legs spread between Jungkook and Yoongi’s shoulders, it’s impossible for you to close your legs. Jungkook’s eyes fly open when he feels Yoongi dig his fingers into his scalp. Holding a solid grip on Jungkook’s hair, Yoongi maneuvers his head for his tongue to hit your clit just right, sending you over the edge. You cum with a scream that’s muffled by Yoongi’s free hand pressing against your mouth.

When Yoongi finally allows Jungkook to lift his head for air, he maintains his hold on his hair. Your arousal glistens on Jungkook’s lips in a thick, sticky layer. Before Jungkook can catch his breath, Yoongi pulls his head forward to crash his lips against Jungkook’s.

Jungkook inhales sharply as Yoongi’s tongue glides along his lips, licking off your slippery arousal and leaving his spit behind. When Jungkook’s lips part slightly, Yoongi’s tongue finds its way in, licking at the inside of Jungkook’s mouth. Yoongi grabs Jungkook’s thigh for support as he leans in, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his briefs. It’s alarming, but it feels good. Surprisingly good, to let his friend suck his bottom lip into his mouth.

“So pretty,” Yoongi hums, pulling Jungkook’s head back to let his eyes roam over the younger man’s features as his cheeks turn bright pink. “Pretty boy.”

You whine from being neglected for too long, and Yoongi quickly lets go of Jungkook to cradle your face in his hands and kiss you instead. It’s gentle and soft, just like Yoongi had kissed Jungkook.

“Would you like it, love?” Yoongi speaks softly to you, his long fingers tracing hypnotizing patterns into the soft skin of your thighs. “Want to watch me suck our Jungkookie off?”

“Oh.” Jungkook feels like he got punched in the gut.

You give him a sly smile as you nod your head. “I do. I really do.”

Jungkook tightly fists the sheets with both hands as Yoongi leans down to kiss the head of his cock through his briefs, right where a large wet spot is forming. He flinches slightly, but the action has him bucking into Yoongi’s face rather than pulling away.

Everything in him screams that this is not how the night was supposed to go, but he still lifts his hips as Yoongi drags his briefs over his ass and past his thighs. His heart nearly leaps out of his chest once his briefs are completely pulled off his legs, and Yoongi is reaching up to take Jungkook’s cock in his large fist.

Yoongi keeps his eyes locked on Jungkook’s as he slowly sticks his tongue out and gives it a few light taps with Jungkook’s cock. The dark, heavy eyes Yoongi watches him with have Jungkook’s face heating up.

“Not the cocky dom anymore, are you, Jungkookie?” Yoongi purs smugly.

For a moment, Jungkook forgets that you are sitting beside him, waiting with your legs open for him to play with your pussy. All he can do is watch as Yoongi slips the head of his cock into his warm mouth and swirls his skillful tongue around the ridge of his head. Jungkook gasps when Yoongi gives him a hard suck and slips more of him into his mouth until the head of Jungkook’s cock is nudging the back of Yoongi’s throat.

“Fuck,” Jungkook moans, one hand reaching down to grab a fistful of Yoongi’s thick hair and the other reaching over to slip two fingers inside you. When Yoongi swallows around his throbbing cock, more profanity spews from Jungkook’s open mouth. “Ohh, shit, oh shit.”

Smug, Yoongi lifts off of Jungkook’s cock and turns toward you, pulling you into a kiss by the back of your head. With his grip still on you, Yoongi guides you toward Jungkook’s cock.

“Your turn, love,” Yoongi murmurs roughly, and it takes all of Jungkook’s self-control not to bust a nut right there.

His cock is shiny from Yoongi’s spit. You wrap your lips around the tip, suckling it. Yoongi massages your tits as you bob your head, and Jungkook spreads his legs, his thighs pressing against your and Yoongi’s chests.

“Shit, wait,” Jungkook huffs, trying to push the two of you away from him. “Gotta stop.”

He’s honestly a bit flustered by all the attention, which is a new feeling for him. Having never experienced a threesome before, Jungkook doesn’t quite know what to do with himself – especially with another man involved. Especially when that other man is his friend.

“Let’s give our love some more attention, hm?” Yoongi reaches for you with a gentle touch.

You lie flat on your back and lift your legs as Yoongi kneels between them. He squeezes the backs of your thighs to push your legs to your chest and hold them open.

While Yoongi maneuvers you into a comfortable position, you tilt your head to look up at where Jungkook kneels beside you. His cock dangles near your face, and it embarrassingly kicks up when you give him a small smile. It used to piss him off and still does, but he’s become familiar with the ache in his chest when you give him that look. Adoration isn’t something he deserves, and he knows it.

“Ready, love?” When Jungkook looks up, Yoongi is holding the base of his cock as he rubs the tip between your slick folds. You let out a breathy “Yeah” that Jungkook just barely registers.

Something like jealousy, but not as envious and more aggressive, rumbles in Jungkook’s chest. You and Jungkook never wear protection because he knows he’s the only person fucking you, and Jungkook always wears protection with everyone else. There’s trust between you, which developed organically as you learned about each other over time. Even though this was all entirely his idea, the sudden realization that someone else is about to fuck you raw has Jungkook grinding his molars so terribly he might need to see a dentist.

He’s about to say something when Yoongi lets go of his cock for a moment, and Jungkook can better see that he’s wearing a thin, clear condom.

Whatever the fuck was going rabid inside of Jungkook’s chest settles down at that realization, though his nerves are starting to get the better of him. That is, until your hand glides up the side of Jungkook’s thigh, bringing his attention back down to you.

“Hi,” you whisper.

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth twitch as he whispers a greeting back. It’s such a juvenile thing to say when he’s got his cock in your face and Yoongi’s rubbing his own in circles around your clit. But Jungkook doesn’t care. Internally, he chastises himself for growing soft. Not his dick! But his heart. He’s emotionally soft, and it’s everything he said he wouldn’t let happen.

“Are you ready?” Your eyes are attentive and bright when you ask, and Jungkook feels himself falling deeper into whatever part of himself is reserved just for you. He’s not ready. But he has to be.

Yoongi can hear; he’s right there, but he politely waits for your small interaction to run its course before he says anything.

“Ready?” He repeats himself, but it’s quiet and nowhere near impatient.

“Mhm, please,” you beg, and it sounds so much different when you beg for Yoongi than when you beg for Jungkook. Yoongi coos and praises you and gives you rewards for begging. Jungkook realizes he uses your desire to punish you.

Interestingly, you get off on both.

You let out a breathy moan as Yoongi slides inside you, your mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering. But you keep them open, even as your eyelids grow heavy so that you can stare into Jungkook’s.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hears Yoongi curse.

Your body jolts forward when Yoongi bottoms out and then pulls back to snap his hips against yours. Every thrust brings you closer to Jungkook. He watches you with a burning stomach as you hold out your tongue, pressing the tip to the underside of his cock to lap at the precum dribbling from his slit.

“God, you’re so fucking,” Yoongi lets out a string of curses, but Jungkook has all his focus on the way your face contorts as Yoongi starts pounding into you.

“Harder.” You moan the request to Yoongi – who obliges – but you stare into Jungkook’s eyes as you do it.

Tilting your head further, you lap at the underside of Jungkook’s cock again.

“Jungkookie.” The sound of Yoongi moaning his name makes Jungkook’s stomach flip. “She’s being such a, fuck, good girl for us. Give baby what she wants.”

Yoongi’s cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat. For a moment, Jungkook gets lost in examining Yoongi. Even though he’s intensely pounding into you, there isn’t anything aggressive about his technique. He caresses your legs, kisses your calves, and moans little praises.

“Oh my god, Yoongi. Oh fuck, right, r-r-right there, please don’t stop.” You scramble to hold onto something, your nails eventually digging into Jungkook’s thigh. He hisses but doesn’t tell you to let go.

“Shit.”

It’s a delayed response, but Jungkook finally moves closer to your face. With one hand holding the base of his cock and the other cradling your chin, he guides his cock into your mouth.

“That’s it,” Yoongi groans, one hand pressing against your abdomen. “Fuck her throat, Jungkook-ah.”

It’s so dirty the way you moan against Jungkook’s cock as he fucks your mouth. He keeps your head angled in a way that doesn’t hurt you and does his best to time his thrusts with Yoongi’s. It takes a few attempts before the two men find a good rhythm, but once they do, Jungkook honestly isn’t sure how long he’ll be able to last.

It’s loud and sloppy, fucking your throat as you drool around his cock. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of your face. Tears slide down your temples, and your throat bulges with every thrust, but it’s the vibrations from your moans as Yoongi fucks into you that really shoot electricity up Jungkook’s cock. Everything is wet and warm, and even the sound of Yoongi’s moans gets to his head as he spirals.

A hand presses against Jungkook’s chin, tilting his face up and away from looking down at you. His hips falter slightly, but he maintains a shallow, slow thrust that allows you to catch your breath. It’s Yoongi beckoning Jungkook. His fingers dig into Jungkook’s jaw as he leans forward, his hips pushing harder against yours to capture Jungkook’s lips in his.

Jungkook feels you pull back slightly, and your tongue swirls around the head of his cock while your lips suckle him. At the same time, Yoongi slides his hand up to grab a fistful of Jungkook’s hair and tugs it.

“Are you gonna cum, baby boy?” Yoongi whispers against Jungkook’s lips, and Jungkook chokes out a moan as bright lights explode in his vision.

He cums into your mouth with a moan that’s swallowed up by Yoongi, who continues to fuck into you. He lets go of Jungkook’s hair and brings his fingers down to play with your clit, ensuring you reach your orgasm before he eventually does. Jungkook hardly notices any of it; he’s too exhausted to do anything but sit back on his heels and let his head hang forward as he waits for his breathing to regulate.

Yoongi gets up and slips down the hall, discarding the used condom in the bathroom trash and bringing back a warm, damp washcloth. He’s careful as he massages the inside of your thighs, even more so when he carefully lifts Jungkook’s cock to clean him up, too.

Jungkook lets him, now sprawled on his back on the bed beside you, tells himself that this doesn’t have to mean anything even though his heart feels full and his body is buzzing with a warmth that feels like more than just an orgasm.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you say softly. Yoongi boops your nose with his index finger.

“Don’t need to thank me, love. I had fun.” Yoongi eases onto the bed, lying on his side next to you. “I had fun with both of you.”

Jungkook has two pairs of eyes on him, searching for something in the same way he’s searching your faces.

“JK?” You reach up to run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook lets out a small hum, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling. “You’re not too bad, I guess,” he says with as nonchalant of a tone as he can. But his poker face turns into a grin when you slap his bare chest, and Yoongi chuckles from the other side of the bed.

“You’re so full of yourself, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook still doesn’t know what to do with you, but now he’s got Yoongi, too. He’s realizing maybe it doesn’t have to be as hard as he’s making it out to be.

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queers-gambit · 8 months

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Affirmation King

prompt: ( requested ) attending university as a full-time student is hard, but your boyfriend makes some of the stress worth it.

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

word count: 3.1k+

note: author gives unsolicited advice in the form of sharing a citation website to make college essays a little easier! this is not meant as promotion or anything, it's just your author trying to share a resource they know of.

warnings: cursing, small hurt large comfort (reader snaps a little at Carmy but he handles it like a fucking pro), author gives unsolicited college advice in the form of a recommended website, reader is in a masters program and not undergrad, fluff.

The 16 inch screen glared into your retinas, fingers feeling numb from the hours pounding away at the loose keyboard. When the screen started to warble and darken, your head ducked down slightly to try and preserve your visual; glaring up at the offender when they pressed the screen closed after forcing you to retract your hands.

"You're cute and all, but not so cute as to interrupt me like that," you deadpanned, eyes wide and burning from your lack of lubrication via blinking.

"You've been sat here for hours, it's time for a break."

"Funny when I say that to you, it's always, 'Get outta my kitchen.'"

Carmy smirked, "Come eat something."

"Let me finish this essay and - "

"No, it's time for a meal."

You felt your irritation spike, narrowing your eyes slightly, "I'm on a deadline, Carmen, so either be fucking helpful and productive or get the fuck out of my space. I've got work to do and you're just slowing me down."

He offered a patient look, asking, "Is that what you really wanted to say?"

You paused, then shook your head, "No... May I try again?"

"Of course," he nodded.

"I appreciate you trying to... Alleviate some of my stress," you spoke slowly, stringing the sentence together in realtime, "but this project isn't something I can ignore right now, so, I'd like to finish this thing before we do whatever else."

"Better," he teased, knowing you ran a short fuse when stressed out and overworked. "What's got you riled up?"

"I have this 20-page paper due."

"20 pages!?"

"It's not that bad, honestly, once you have your thesis together," you chuckled dryly. "it's just time consuming and meticulous."

He frowned and stepped forward to press a kiss to your forehead, mocking in a sarcastic tone, "You're doing amazing, sweetie."

"I'm so tired," you pouted up at him. "Do I really need this degree? This is so much stress for such a little thing such as a piece of paper that cost me $50k just to say I'm allowed to join the work force."

"Hey, hey," he laughed. "Just remember what you're working towards. You're one assignment closer to your internship turning into a full-time gig, right?"

You nodded, "You're right. I want that job so bad... I just hate how busy I feel - it's like, how can I remember to eat let alone write 6 different response posts to my classmate's work?"

Carmy nodded with empathy, "Just remember that end goal, baby. Keep grinding, keep moving. Almost at the finish line, right?"

"Right," you nodded with a smile. "Thank you, angel face."

Carmy smiled at you before softly asking, "Want me to bring you anything? Something to eat, drink, a condom?"

"Stop quoting Mean Girls at me!"

His hands shot up in defense, deflecting, "I was just trying to be a gracious host. If the missus wants anything, I'll make sure she has it."

"Pretty sure 'missus' is a term used for wives - " His groan made you laugh lightly, then covering, "No, thank you, baby, I'm okay. I should only be about another hour or so...?"

"All right, yeah, sure. I'll start dinner in 30, okay?"

"Sure," you smiled, already distracted again as you lifted your screen again to stare at the Word document that had been haunting your hard-drive for about 3 weeks now.

"Hey," he interrupted, "don't forget your glasses."

"Thank you," you mumbled, reaching for the special, blue-light filtering glasses Carmy had gifted you when you first started your Master's program. He claimed staring at a computer screen was going to cause long-term damage (he read an article) and got you a pair, which, you had to admit, made a huge difference.

Your hair was raked into a new bun as you reread the last of your essay, trying to get back in the academic mindset in order to finish the last bit of your assignment. There were textbooks spewed around your work table; laptop plugged in, highlighters and pens and notebooks within reach and a nearly-finished bottle of water was set to the side. You wrote ferociously once you got back on the right mental track, feeling your headache stir to life as you blindly reached for your water bottle.

However, when you picked it up, you blinked in mild shock when the bottle was heavier than before. Glancing over, you realized Carmy had replaced the bottle because there, under where it had sat, he left you a handwritten note:

replenish what you lost from crying!

You chuckled, knowing you were a stress cryer and when tackling big assignments like this, you were ten times as stressed as usual. Still you worked, even putting your headphones on to play soothing background noise - like rainfall. Your neck cramped, back ached, temples throbbed, and hands were cramping. Still you worked, using sticky notes to flag the important quotes you wanted to use from your textbooks and notebooks. Your stomach growled, your eyes begged for reprieve, chest felt tight, and shoulders were too tense.

Still. You. Worked.

Deadlines were important to you, and while you were a professional procrastinator, you always turned everything in on time - no matter your mental state. You could smell whatever Carmy had started cooking, focused on writing as you only used spellcheck as you went - and still you worked. You knew you surpassed the hour limit you told Carmy, but you couldn't stop, you were so close to finishing, it almost put tears back in your eyes, but this time out of relief. You only paused to look at online sources and apply chapstick, cracking your tightly-wound knuckles, and when you finished the last body paragraph of the essay, grinned to yourself.

All that was left was your conclusion, to create a bibliography, and to edit - but you were almost home free!

Suddenly, you jumped in fright when a hand planted on your shoulder; whipping around to see your boyfriend's own startled expression. "Sorry," Carmy apologized with a wince when you removed your headphones, "didn't mean to scare you, just wanted to check on you."

You nodded, 'Yeah, no, I'm almost done. Like give me 20 minutes, almost done-almost done."

He smiled softly, "Dinner's ready when you are."

"I'll be there soon, thank you, angel face."

"Can I help with anything?"

"Uh," you cocked your head, "you know what? Maaaaybe..."

"Really?" He grinned, perking up. "You never let me help!"

"It's not really work, per se," you amended, "but would you mind letting me read this out loud to you - see if it makes sense? The mark of a good writer is to act as if the audience knows nothing about the subject and make them understand, and you're exactly that."

"Lemme hear it," he nodded, taking a seat, "I might not be much help but I can still try."

You agreed and finished typing the outline of your conclusion, then scrolled to the top of your word document, and explained to him what your class was before starting to read. He listened intently, sitting on a spare stool with his elbows resting on his knees; keeping him leaned forward to provide his undivided attention. You managed to reword a few sentences, only noticing they didn't make sense when you read them out loud. Once or twice, Carmy even offered an alternative phrasing you liked - making the changes and rereading, then continuing through your assignment.

By the end, you were able to beef up the conclusion and Carmy was grinning at you in pride. "That's real good, baby," he complimented, "it all made sense and rolled nice together. I think that has to be an 'A'-worthy paper."

"You should be the one grading theses, my professor's the worst," you frowned. "It's why I got so in my head, I got a fucking 76 on my last essay and need to do really well on the next few to help average my grade."

"What about the tests?"

"We don't have any, this class is all about writing material and turning it in," you pouted.

"Hey," he spoke seriously, making you look at him in question, "I'm really proud of you."

You giggled nervously, "Oh, yeah? Why? What for?"

"For doing this," he nodded to the desk. "Look at all you're doing, baby, there's no way I'd ever be able to keep up with this kinda shit. You're doing such a great fucking job - I want you to remember that. What you're doing ain't easy, but you're handling this like a pro."

"I cry, like, everyday..."

"So what? You still get shit done while emoting - call that multitasking, baby."

"Got me there."

"Seriously, though, you're not told enough what a fantastic job you're doing; how strong and resilient you have to be to deal with this kind of stress day-in and day-out. I see the hard work you put in," he promised, "and I want you to know how fucking proud I am of you. It's all gonna be worth it one day, but until then, I love watching you grind through school. I might not take the classes with you, but I'll help however I can, whenever I can."

"Thank you," you whispered. "It's really nice to hear... I feel myself burning out and it's nice to be reminded that what I do now will influence my future. Validates me in feeling stressed out, you know? Sometimes, I feel silly 'cause, like, there's so many bigger things to be upset about and here I am, stressed out at a place that's guaranteed to stress me out..."

"It's not silly, it's normal. College ain't easy," he reminded, "and you're just trying to keep yourself afloat."

"Yeah, but there's bigger things in life than something trivial as my education."

Carmy scoffed at you, shaking his head, "Ain't no way."

"What?"

"My girl just said her feelings are trivial... Nah, she said her emotions about her education is trivial," he shook his head again. "Should wash your mouth out with soap - talkin' crazy like that. Baby, you know, first and foremost, your education is high on our priorities list, but your emotions? You think they're trivial? Nah, if anything causes you to have any emotion, it's valid - it's not something silly or redundant."

You pouted slightly, "You always know what to say."

"Hungry?"

"You're the perfect man," you laughed, looking at your document again and humming. "Okay, so, lemme just cite my sources and turn this in."

"Then you wanna have date night?" He smirked.

"No, no, I'm so tired - "

"I meant we can stay in."

"Oh, then count me in!"

"Change into something cozy when you're done, we can watch a movie with dinner. Yeah?"

You agreed, accepted his kiss of encouragement, and then took his leave to reheat the dinner that had surely cooled off. It didn't take long to cite everything when you used an online citation source website - that IS N O T plagiarizing! It's a handy-dandy tool you discovered your undergraduate freshman year by an actual professor. It was as simple as choosing which style, APA or MLA, and then to either paste the URL of the website you need sourced or you type in the book's information. Hit the generate button and BAM! A perfect citation for your bibliography every single time.

Or if you didn't like that, you could always just Google citation examples and do your best to write it out yourself. But the website, Citation Machine dot net, was a great tool. After perfecting your in-text citations and saving your work, you uploaded it to your university's assignment portal, crossed the essay off your to-do list, and stretched on your feet.

Cleaning up your space minimally, you hustled to your bedroom to get a quick hot, relieving shower, change, and then met Carmy in the kitchen. "Hey," you sighed with a soft smile.

"Hey, doll. All done?"

"For tonight," you groaned, "but tomorrow's a new day with new assignments."

"That's a future problem we'll handle at a later time," he eased, showing you your dinner plate. "Ta-daaaa!"

You grinned, "Oh, baby, this looks amazing!"

"Yeah, well, I kinda figured as a full-time student right now, nobody was gonna remind you what incredible job you're doing, so, I'm more than happy to step up to the plate. And what better treat than your favorite meal, huh?"

"Thank you," you whispered, pecking his lips.

You often thought his love language was "food", but then you realized it was technically under the acts of service and quality time. He loved cooking for you - it was like a gift. He loved cooking with you - it was time spent bonding. He loved introducing you to new dishes - it's a present! He loved when you let him give you a culinary lesson - it was time well spent.

"C'mon," Carmy lead you to the living room, both crashing on the couch you had been gifted from your grandmother's house when she was put in a nursing home. Normally, you wouldn't have splurged on something like this, but considering it was free, you and Carmy were happy to use it. Settling together on the couch, you got cozy under a shared blanket and Carmy flicked some movie on for background noise, but instead of watching, he just asked you about your coursework.

You told him what you could, shaking your head and huffing about how annoying your program was. How hectic. How jam packed and fast-paced it all seemed to be. How your head felt like it was spinning. How you couldn't nail down workable coping mechanisms and just felt totally out of control. You were spiraling.

You needed this rant session.

Carmy listened intently.

He never once tried to say, "oh, but if you had time management," or anything like, "if you do THIS instead..." or some bullshit, "my way works better." His bright and wide blue eyes watched you the entire time, sighing when you got to the end of your meal and vent session.

"It just feels like, I turn in one assignment, I get three more right after. Turn in those three, and all of a sudden, there's another 10!"

"Does the syllabus say anything about that?" He wondered.

"No, it just said what our reading schedules were and when major assignments are due. But those dates all got shuffled around that it feels like a train wreck. You know, if the original schedule was kept from the syllabus, I wouldn't feel so worked up! It's the rearrangement and added assignments without warning that's throwing me off."

"That doesn't sound easy," he validated. "Anything I can do to help?"

"No, you're doing more than enough," you whispered, pecking his lips. "Thank you for dinner."

"I made dessert, too."

"No!" You gasped with a grin.

"Mhm - wait here. I'll grab it."

"Wow, dinner, movie, and dessert?" You teased, "I'm being spoiled tonight."

"You've been working your ass off for weeks now," he smirked, standing from his seat to pick up your plates, "this is the least I could do. I know I said it, but you know how good a job you're doing, right? Damn, baby," he chuckled, "ain't no way I could ever handle shit like that on the regular."

"I could't do what you do, either."

"We all balance our crazy different. Want some tea? Wine?"

"Tea would be great."

"Comin' up."

When Carmy returned, you pulled the blanket back to let him sit again with the dessert plate between you both; two steaming mugs of tea sat on the coffee table. "What's this?" You wondered, seeing a sort of pastry.

"Marcus told me 'bout this," he chuckled. "Kinda like a poor man's version of this one thing he makes. So, look, it's Pillsbury Crescent Rolls, right? In the middle, there's raspberry preserves - or jam if you want that instead. It's baked then drizzled in melted white chocolate."

"Wow, you got all fancy on me," you beamed.

"Hardly, more like I was a little impulsive after hearing your essay. Figured you could use some dessert - you really earned it, baby. You always earn dessert," he grinned, "but tonight, you were kickass. Know that? Hear me?"

You shook your head, "This is nothing compared - "

"Hey, hey, nah," he interrupted, "nah, nah, don't do that, don't try to invalidate or downplay yourself. Look, shit is always hard in college, right? But you handle it so well, I can see the work you're putting in and the little reward you receive in return, and know that shit's gotta add up for you. But my baby just keeps cool, does her work, and does what she can to earn the grades she does. Right?"

"I mean, I try to..."

"You succeed. C'mon, lemme hear you say it. 'I kick college's ass.'"

"I kick college's ass."

"'I work hard.'"

"Carmy - "

"Saaay it!"

You huffed, "I work hard."

"'I'm an incredible hard worker.'"

"I'm an incredible hard worker."

"'I am only human.'"

Another breath in, repeating, "I am only human."

"'I am a success.'"

"I try to be a success."

"That wasn't the quote."

"Well, I don't know if I'm succeeding because grades aren't finalized yet and I have - "

"No, no, no," he smirked again, "you're still successful 'cause you're doing such a kickass job. You could get a fucking 'D' on something, and guess what? You're still successful 'cause you don't let this tear you down, you learn from mistakes and apply whatever lessons you learn to your upcoming assignments. Some people say you might even learn more from losing and failing than from undisputed success. Look, I'll be honest, I thought my job was hectic as shit, but hearing your essay tonight? Goddamn, you're not just beautiful, but so fucking intelligent, too. Baby, I was shook - that sounded like some academic paper that college kids need to defend their thesis or some shit. Something scholarly, not some assignment you gotta hand in by a deadline so you just wrote down whatever. So, give yourself credit and tell yourself you're a success."

With a long, deep breath, you answered earnestly, "I'm a success."

"Good girl," he muttered, handing you a fork finally. However, unlike Mikey all those years ago, you didn't launch your utensil at anyone and used it to cut off a corner of pastry.

You moaned when you tasted the gooey goodness. You managed through a mouthful, "Mmhhh! Mhm! Mhm! If you make this every time I have some assignment pissing me off and stressing me out, I'm afraid I'll get used to this treatment."

Carmy grinned, "You deserve whatever dessert you want, whenever you want. Huh? Yeah? Lemme hear you say it."

With another grin, you mused, "I deserve whatever I want, when I want it... And however I want it!"

"Atta girl!"

"You're so fucking corny," you laughed lightly, feeling as if you were falling in love with him again, "but thank you, my Affirmation King."

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melliiaahh · 11 months

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⚝Blue Lock Boys being jealous over you⚝

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How they act when someone it hitting on you!

Word count:1.8k

Warning: Swearing, mentions of sexual interactions and feminine descriptions

Featuring : Bachira, Kunigami, Chigiri, Isagi, Sae, Nagi and Reo

Genre : fluff, Jealousy

Notes: more of a short story/HC. If you ever want more characters feel free to ask !

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Yoichi Isagi

He was probably walking towards you from behind with the food he bought for the both of you and notice a guy he didn’t recognise trying to ask for you number. When he realised what was happening, jealousy quickly built up in him.

He didn’t want you to see him this way so he stood behind you and DEATH GLARED the shit out of the other guy until he got really uncomfortable.

You obviously told the stranger than you have a boyfriend so the guy put 1+1 together that Yoichi who looked like death itself was your boyfriend and quickly ran away.

Once the guy left Isagi revealed himself from behind you and gave you your drink with a grin, trying to hide the fact that he was right behind you the whole time witnessing the conversation.

Of course you being oblivious to it, you explained to him what just happened even though he already knew. He grabbed your hand and brought it close to his face before giving your hand a quick kiss on your knuckles before replying to you “ well too bad to that guy, you’re already taken” <3

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Meguru Bachira

Although feeling a bit jealous and possessive he would let his ego get in the way a little and make it into a game or just straight out embarrass you to get the other guy uncomfortable-_-.

He would say stuff like “ oh? You want y/n? Sorry~ she is taken. You can have a look at the marks on my back or neck she left on me last night? She’s really good at-“ he got pushed away by you from embarrassment of him mentioning the festivities from the night before…

but he quickly wraps his arms around you before turning back to the guy and stating “ so back off. She’s mine”

You both walk away before smacking his arm “ Megggg, you didn’t have to mention all of that! I was just about to tell him I was taken you know?” You said still flustered at what just happened. “ yeah I know but I like showing you off to people who wish to be me you know? Plus I love telling people that you’re my girl<3”

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Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri would be a little jealous but not as bad as the others , He would have been coming to pick you up from the store when he saw you getting hit on and CLEARLY looking uncomfortable, just trying to ignore the guy.

He hated the smug look the stranger had on his face while trying to talk to you, because of that he didn’t felt jealous at all, more so irritated at the thought of the guy even thinking he had a chance.

Stepping out of the car, Chigiri walks up towards you till he’s able to put his arm around your shoulder before kissing you on the head.

Chigiri would then just look at the guy with a DISGUSTED glare and would not stop until the guy walks away.

He wouldn’t even have to say anything he would just stare… when the guy FINALLY left he would go up to you and just pull your face into a deep kiss.

After the man nearly SUCKS THE SOUL OUTTA YOU he would grin at you puzzled and flustered face before saying “ I’m yours and you’re mine, no one would ever be able to change that my love. Especially not that ugly guy”

(power couple fr, y’all don’t even say anything to the guy. Y’all’s faces were enough to scare him away)

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Rin Itoshi

Would be a mix of Chigiri and Isagi tbh. Rin isn’t jealous per say he is more disgusted/angry at the thought of another guy trying to win you over

He would be walking towards your normal meeting spot when he noticed you were there with an unfamiliar face. Immediately displeased at the sight he listens in and realised the stranger was asking for your number.

Becoming even more agitated at him trying to get your number by cornering you into the wall he quickly grabs the back of the guys collar and flings him away (obviously because he’s strong as shit)

When the guy turns around to see why he was flinged away from you, he’s met with the dark presence of RIN ITOSHI. Rin then glares at him before saying through gritted teeth “ Piss. Off. People like you who are lukewarm disgust me, She’s with me”.

Immediately realising that he fucked with the wrong person (because of course Rin would be very popular in town both for his looks, soccer skills and his mean demeanour) the stranger quickly runs away.

Rin would then turn to you “ Are you okay?”. He would make sure you’re okay and that the guy didn’t touch or hurt you before speaking again “Stop associating with people who are lukewarm. No one can have what is mine. Got it?” Then taking your hand and walking to your favourite shop<3

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Sae Itoshi

Like Bachira, he would turn it into a game of course. He isn’t the least bit jealous cause he knows that you’re loyal to him however he would 100% but the other guy in his place.

Sae would see you getting hit on by a stranger and immediately walk over towards you. Sae spins you around to look at him instead of the other guy and he would hold your chin before saying “ Hello sweetheart, who’s this lump of shit talking to you? Should I get rid of him, Hm” Sae would proceed to look him up and down while you explain to him that the stinger was asking for you number.

Sae then responds by saying whilst looking into your eyes with a huge grin on his face “ so love the man wants your number huh?… are you gonna give it to him?” You obviously shake your head no saying “ Sorry I’m already in a relationship with Sae..”

Sae then smirks before going towards the guy who is obviously scared out of his mind for trying to get THE SAE ITOSHI’S partner

“You heard the lady, She’s mine and no small minded lukewarm piece of shit like you is gonna take her away. We clear?” Sae says in a low voice with the clear venom in his words, showing off his dark demeanour similar to his younger brother (just with a lot more words lol).

After the guy literally runs with his tail between his legs he turns to you to make sure you’re okay before grabbing your hand to walk back to the car. “ to think that guy thought he had a chance with you is astonishing. I would never let anyone as lukewarm as him to get between us” <3

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Seishiro Nagi

I feel Nagi wouldn’t notice it at first until it was blatantly obvious (or if someone straight out tells him that someone else is flirting with you) he would be more so annoyed that someone was taking your attention away rather than jealousy. He would also just scare the guy cause mans is BIG

“ Y/nnnnnn what are you doing?… lets go.. we are gonna be late to the release of (video game title)” Nagi grumbles while walking towards you, not realising the other person there

“Sorry my love ill be just a second okay?” You say before turning towards the stranger who had the AUDACITY to ask for your number “yeah sorry I really don’t want to give out my number, I already have a boyfriend” you say before pointing at the literal titan that is standing behind you.

Nagi glares at the stranger and he is JUST NOW realising what is happening then puts his arm around you shoulder then clicks his tongue before saying “how bothersome… y/n is my partner, so can you get lost? We have places to be you know…”

He then grabs your hand, spins you around so you’re facing him and gives it a quick kiss on your knuckles before walks away before the stranger could even say anything.

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Kunigami Rensuke

Kunigami would be a lot nicer than everyone else ( unless after the wildcard then he would be like Rin or Chigiri) He also wouldn’t be the type to be jealous unless the guy was making like MADDD advances towards you, He’s more so protective <3.

In this case he wouldn’t have noticed what was happening HAHAH. He walked up to you and the stranger and quickly put his hands around your waist, He’d quickly introduce himself as your man but then realise the guy looked shocked when he mentioned that.

Kunigami then realised after you explained to him that the stranger is hitting on you and trying to get your number so he says “well its nice and all that you have the guts to ask for someones number but I’m afraid y/n is with me so if you can refrain from hitting on her id appreciate that buddy”

then he’d grab your chin to make you look at him and gave you a deep kiss while low-key glaring at the guy till he got uncomfortable and walked away, He then smirked and continue to give you a long and heart-warming kiss just to remind you that he would protect you and love you forever and no guy could compete with that <3

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Mikage Reo

Mans has some jealousy ISSUES FR. When he notices what’s going on Reo would step in-between you and the guy, glare at him and say “ you’re a ballsy guy aren’t you? Trying to hit on them? Well you see I have an issue with that one since they’re with me. So hands and eyes off buddy or we are gonna have a serious problem.”

Once he finished speaking he’s in the mans face ready to punch his square in the eyes. But was quickly pulled away by you since you didn’t want to cause any problems at your boyfriends fathers company party.

“ You don’t have to do that you know? I’m not going anywhere Reo” you hold his face to look at you and not at the guy who was probably shitting his pants from pissing off the CEOS son .

“ Maybe I should get you a necklace or something that has my name on its so people can take their eyes and hands off what’s mine.. you’re my love and I would never want to lose you to any of these low lives” He will then grin at you, before quickly going on his phone to order you that necklace

If getting you a necklace with his name or jersey number on it, is what it takes to tell people that you’re in a relationship then he would gladly do it for you in a heart beat, because to him you’re all that matters to him<3

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darlingsfandom · 7 months

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Oooooo what about sweet butterfly reader always picking up rocks, twigs and flowers she thinks are cool and hands them to Steve. He thinks nothing of it, until she’s outta town and he misses her; so he finds himself going out in the woods picking up rocks, twigs and flowers he’d think she’d like 🥺

this is adorable 🥺 fun fact: collecting rocks and flowers is good for the soul! ( I said so!)

"Steve Steve Steve !!" You yell down from the path as Steve was slagging behind you rubbing his eyes. It's not that Steve didn't want to go, Steve was just tired. He ended up covering for Robin at Family Video because she had came down with a stomach bug. He had promised you a sunset hike for awhile and because of the business of his job, it had been awhile since you had any real alone time.

"What is it sweet pea?" He asks sleepy as you're running back to him holding your hand over the other one. You smiled ear to ear before showing the black shiny pebbles, dried up flower petals and small rock. Steve smiled at you and nodded.

"Pretty, just like you !" Steve poked your nose with his index finger and smiled before a small yawn left his plump lips. You put the items in the bag you carried before grabbing Steve's hand in yours. His finger ran over your knuckles as he lead you to edge of skull rock. You laid your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you, pulled you closer and kissed your head as the sun set in front of you turning the sky from pretty orange and purple shades to dark shades of plus with twinkling little stars splattered across and the moon hanging high.

"It's so beautiful." You whispered as Steve swayed you in his arms. Steve kissed the top of your head before you heard him yawn again. You turned to face him and kissed him softly before taking him back down the path, picking up some more rocks along the way towards his car. Once you two were buckled up Steve got the two of you back to your cozy one bedroom apartment. You helped Steve inside and watched as he slumped against the couch rubbing the bridge of his nose. You felt bad that Steve had been working so hard. You grabbed the blanket from the chair and draped it over his lap only to notice the soft snores leaving his nose.

The next morning Steve woke up on the couch with the blanket on him. He yawned, stretched and scratched everything. He pulled back the blanket before he walked into the kitchen to find your note.

"Hi Stevie,

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye this morning. You looked so peaceful and sleepy. You've been working so hard and needed the rest. Please take care of yourself while I'm gone! I'll be back in two days! I love you so much!

- y/n <3 "

Steve wiped his eyes and pouted before he went on with his day. He ate, showered, cleaned up a little, checked in on Robin and told her about how your back home taking care of your parents home while they were out of town. Steve did a small walk around the park for some fresh air when something caught his eye. It was small, shiny and purple. Normally steve didn't care about rocks or anything nature but since he met you, that's changed. He found himself picking up the shiny rock and examining it before putting it his pocket that way when you got home he had something as beautiful as you to give to you .

#Steve Harrington #steve harrington blurb #stranger things #stranger things steve #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n fluff #emsblurbs

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OKOK… a fic with sodapop curtis x reader alright? but, soda is part of the rodeo and he’s getting ready to hop on the bull while reader is just totally hyping soda up, and once he finishes he runs back all giddy and stuff and just hugging reader and SQUEEZING them? idk but just in general, all i need is a rodeo sodapop x “cheerleader” reader. ty smm i luv ur writing btw <3

taming a bull ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x reader

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rkfkekddkek this is literally such a cute req, but i know almost nothing about bull riding so forgive me if i got anything wrong 😭😭

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mentions of a bull, bull riding, and the bulls horns, and kissing (eww 😒)

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“y’can do it.” you rubbed soda’s back as he hyped himself up, jumping up and down to circulate his adrenaline even more.

“and next we..” you both heard the announcer say through the giant speakers, the muffled audio from inside the dressing room distorting his voice.

“alright, it’s time!” sodapop said, jogging out to the door. you were turning to grab your bag and exit to the crowd before you felt a hand grab your arm and lips crash against yours. before you could fight it, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend, giving you one last kiss before he went out.

you tapped his cheek, signaling for him to get a move on. once he had pulled away, he looked you up and down with his sea blue eyes.

“you gonna be m’cheerleader out there?” he asks, tilting his head.

“you know it.”

he beamed at you before he heard one of the crew tell him to come out. he gave you a quick wave and jogged out the door again.

you walked out another exit, making your way into the sea of people who were already cheering once soda had come out, half because of the sport and the other half because of soda’s good looks.

you watched with a smile as he searched for you in the crowd, saddling up on the bull while his crew secured him and the flank on the animal.

his eyes met yours, quickly crinkling with his grin before he was given the okay and braced himself as the gates open. soda grabbed onto his hat as the bull bucked its hind legs vigorously.

you cheered and clapped intently as you counted the seconds for how long he was on, already nearing eight seconds.

the bull shook its head along with his body rapidly, horns pointing in every which direction trying to buck soda off.

you and everybody around you whooped and whistled as the time finally hit eight seconds, and right after, soda finally flew off. he broke his fall as he shifted into a roll and clambered away from the bull to avoid injury, his back and pants covered in the light brown dirt from the ground.

his head turned quickly in every direction, eyes scanning the audience for you, and when he laid eyes on you, you’d think he was seeing an angel.

he ran up to you as you leaned over the railing, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt and pressed a kiss to his pink lips, a little rough probably from licking and chewing on his lips out of anxiousness.

“c’mon, baby y’gotta get up.” you whispered to him, eyes landing on the bull who the staff was trying to contain but all soda could do was look at you and smile.

once you had snapped him out of it, he climbed over the white spherical railing and the tall pieces of wood painted with ornate murals and graffiti that separated the audience from the dirt.

all sodapop can do is laugh and rush over to you, arms coming around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. his grip on you was tight, rocking you side to side subconsciously as you mumbled praises in his ear, him pressing kisses to your cheek.

“y’wanna get outta here? maybe go to the dingo or som’?” he asked, pulling away but keeping you at arms length so he could hold your shoulder and look you in your eyes, those eyes he adored so dearly and those eyes who had supported him from the day you had met him.

you saw how soda was practically vibrating in place with energy, you wondered how his cheeks didn’t hurt with all the smiling he did.

“or y’know, we could head home or get some tickets for—“ you cut his stammering off with a kiss, holding his face with your hand as the other one found his hand. you heard a multitude of whistles behind you in the crowd at your interaction with your boyfriend, but you didn’t care.

it felt like those scenes in the movies, where everything went dark and you and soda were the only two people in the world, the announcer’s voice being tuned out in the background with the rest of the crowd. you and him were the only people in the world right now, it felt.

and that was all that felt right.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ soda’s literally my bae 🤭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #fanfiction #x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop blurb #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis #sodapop imagine #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop the outsiders #ambrozjas #kiss kiss

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anisespice · 1 year

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How about walking around in booty shorts to get your man’s attention❤️❤️

you got it, anon! thank you so much for your patience and for requesting !! i took wayyyyy too long to do this lol wasn't sure who you wanted for this, so i figured i'd just make it into an "insert who you want" kind of scenario. hope you enjoy :))

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. talks about posteriors (lol), suggestive themes, and i think that's all.

notes: been sick these past few days, so had to put a hold on the next part of "the fuck it list" :((( but hopefully i'll have it up sometime tomorrow, didn't want to leave you guys high and dry sooo !! hope you enjoy ♡♡♡

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 ∵ The ones who are caught completely by surprise, needing to do a double-take at them double-stacks attached to your spine to make sure his eyes were playing tricks. You didn’t normally wear them around the house, at least not without a big shirt that usually covered everything, so clearly you were baiting him for something; and consider him hooked. It didn't matter what he was doing before you walked into the room, consider it DROPPED + IGORNERED + NONEXISTENT. On the game with the guys? Dropped. Typing up a work email? Ignored. Watching a show? Nonexistent. Won't put his hands on you right away, his mama raised him better than that, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But he will side-eye tf out your ass until you eventually have to say something—He looked like he was finna pass out if you didn’t.

"You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?"

"Thank FUCK, I thought you were gonna torture me forever - please come over here now please, thank you.”

TAKEMICHI, kakucho, chifuyu, angry, SHINICHIRO, kazutora, kyotani, kenma, aran, kageyama, deku, kirishima, tamaki, twice, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ∵ DOWN BAD AND PROUD OF IT. Utterly shameless, eyes waste no time honing in on your ass the second you walk past him, indulging his intrusive thoughts by giving you a light smack on that thang just to watch it jiggle. Wearing a shit-eating grin when you turn to playfully glare at him; he fucking knows you love it. Doesn't even care if y'all got company either, I mean shittt - you didn't when you decided to walk around with them shorts on. Absolutely will follow you around, feel you up and everything, homie cannot keep his hands to himself to save his life. Not his fault you look so damn tempting, he just couldn't resist. Good luck trying to get anything done now, and prepare to be absolutely SICK of him. You wanted his attention, you got it.

"Oh my goddd, boy, leave me aloneee."

"Nah, don’t get shy on me now, babe. Nowhere close to being done with you."

SANZU, hanma, rindou, RAN, smiley, baji, mikey, MATTSUN, maki, tanaka, nishinoya, SUNA, ATSUMU, HINATA, bokuto, sero, denki, mirio, HAWKS, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ∵ Won't look like he's phased at all, you could be walking around in your underwear and he won't break a sweat. Honestly, he'll have you feeling stupid at first, thinking you weren't as irresistible as you thought. Fret not you sexy thing, that's just how it appeared on the outside. On the inside tho, that man was having some rather... depraved thoughts. He wasn't born yesterday, he knew you were trying to get a rise outta him, but he really needed to focus on his work right now. But, don't worry...once he's done, he got something for that ass later.

"You didn't think I was gonna let your little stunt slide, did you?"

kokonoi, WAKASA, izana, draken, MITSUYA, ushijima, KITA, daichi, kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi, osamu, sugawara, oikawa, TODOROKI, bakugou, shinshou, shigaraki, dabi, [ insert anyone you want ].

#🍁wasabi #🍁allspice #tr #tokyorev #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revenegers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev smut #hq #hq headcanons #hq scenarios #hq smut #hq x reader #mha #mha scenarios #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha smut

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Tired Turtle Doves

♡ pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader x Mykola Hohol

♡ synopsis: Fyodor decides to sleep in with you and Mykola.

♡ wc: 1.2k

♡ cw: None! Fluffy! (Fedya and Kolya do tickle you for a sec but it's supposed to be cute)

note: I got this idea from um nothing in particular. No I was not inspired while roleplaying a romantic scenario with AI versions of the characters, I can't believe you would ever think that. Also reader works with Fyodor and Mykola (work isn't specified but like...I guess they're a member of the DOA lol) Apologies for errors.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a busy man. Such was a consequence of being a crucial part of multiple criminal organisations. Technically, you and Mykola were in the same boat, but you weren't the ones planning and coordinating absolutely everything from behind the scenes. These circumstances led to a tight schedule for Fyodor, meaning he unfortunately didn't have a generous amount of free time like the two of you did.

You were never bored around Mykola- you weren't sure if that was even possible- but over time you grew more and more dissatisfied with Fyodor's absence. All you wanted was to spend some down time with the both of them. You missed the small things, like the quick pecks you'd give the two of them before leaving your home, or even just mundane conversations you shared in your spare time.

One morning, as was generally the case, Fyodor was the first to rise from his slumber. Sitting up in your shared bed and slowly stretching his arms, he glanced down at you and Mykola with a smile. You both appeared to be sound asleep still, or at least that's what the rhythmic breathing emanating from your parted lips indicated.

Fyodor stared at the wall in front of him, momentarily dissociating as he ran a hand through his raven black hair, a little tangled from his sleep. Before long though, he shook his head and noted he'd have to look into that; it had been happening more and more these days. For now he ought to get out of bed and quickly freshen up.

Suddenly, though, he felt a small pull, and turned to find your barely conscious figure glancing up at him with heavy eyes.

"...don't wanna get up..." you mumbled, tugging at Fyodor's shirt. "C'mon, Fedya..."

To be fair to you, it's not as if you could really move. Behind you was Mykola, whose arms were tightly wrapped around your torso as he slept. His chest was flush against your back, and you could feel his warm, consistent breathing on your collarbone. Though you were still half-asleep with a clouded mind, you were still adamant on achieving your goal; getting Fyodor to sleep in with the two of you.

"My dear, you know I can't stay here-"

"Fedya...!" You whined with a tired frown. "You're always outta bed by the time we get up. And I miss you."

"I have work to do, myshka."

"Screw your work," You muttered, irritably. "We are more important than work. Do you love work more than us? How could you do that, Fedya..."

You trailed off as you closed your eyes again, fingers still gripping the hem of his shirt. He placed his hand atop yours, and you yawned.

"You know that isn't true," he answered calmly, knowing that your frustration was a result of your fatigue. You weren't the type to accuse him of something you knew was false and he knew it.

"So please, then? Please...?" You continued, lazily making grabbing motions towards your black-haired partner.

"...you are both frustratingly endearing," he sighed. You poked his arm, his cold, pale skin barely deterring you by this point in your relationship.

"Mhm...sleep, Fedya..." You attempted to pull his arm closer in order to get him to tuck himself back under the sheets. "Please?"

Fyodor sat still for a moment, before letting out a relenting exhale and giving you a smile.

"...alright, myshka." In response, you gave his arm a squeeze of appreciation and smiled back at him. His form was shadowy, the sun shining through the translucent curtains behind him. To anyone else he might have looked somewhat frightening, but it was different for you. There was affection for you in his gaze.

"Mm..." You heard a quiet groan and felt a small vibration against your neck. "...morning, Dove..."

"Hi, Kolenka." You let out a quiet giggle, moving your hand to place it in his snow-white hair. "Guess who's here with us?"

"...hm?" He buried his head further into the crook of your neck and planted a few kisses. "What's happening?"

"Open your eyes!" You encouraged, turning to face him. He lifted his head up to open his eyes and meet yours, before noticing the man on your other side.

"...Dos-kun?"

"Good morning, Kolya." Fyodor smiled, his magenta eyes creasing so slightly. "Did you sleep well?"

"...Dos...!" Still half out of it, Mykola reached his hand over you to touch Fyodor. In his sluggish movement, all he did was lazily paw at Fyodor's stomach, but he was clearly happy to see his second beloved still in bed. Fyodor chuckled, taking Mykola's hand and pressing a chaste, soft kiss to his palm. You watched the scene with your lips upturned, still a little too lazy to grin all the way.

"Perhaps I should sleep in more often?" Fyodor mused. "You two are so sweet while half-asleep."

"Uh-huh..." You absentmindedly agreed as Mykola's body weight pressed against yours, his hand still in Fyodor's. "So stay."

"I am staying, my dears," he reassured you. "Just for today, though."

"Yay..." Mykola replied, sleepily. Fyodor chuckled and laid back down, positioning himself in front of you. You happily buried your face into his cool chest while he wrapped his arms around you and took Mykola's hand in his. The two were effectively caging you with their bodies, but you didn't mind at all.

"Warm..." You muttered contentedly. While Mykola hummed in agreement, Fyodor let out a small, amused snicker. "We should do this more often. It's nice."

"It is nice, yes," Fyodor replied. "Hm...perhaps this type of relaxation is just what I've been needing."

"You're welcome, Dos-kun," Mykola teased as he narrowed his eyes. "It took you a while to realise how lovely and therapeutic we are."

"He's been too busy being scary..." you yawned, and Mykola chuckled. Fyodor sighed in exasperation, though you could still see the corners of his lips upturned.

"Do you find me scary, myshka?"

"No, you're like a tiny baby kitten to me." Fyodor raised an eyebrow at that. You countered with a devious grin.

"Nooo, Y/N, Dos-kun is scary...!" As he cooed with a carefree lilt to his voice, Mykola pinched your side. You yelped in surprise.

"Hey, what the hell?" He didn't answer; he just let out a chuckle and tickled you more. You began laughing and shuffling about in bed trying to pry his fingers off your waist. Fyodor laid before you both, watching in amusement. "H-help me, Fedya!"

Fyodor did reach out, but it was not to help you. There was a reason he was known as a devil. There was nothing you could do besides fruitlessly writhe around while Fyodor and Mykola both tickled you in such a manner that made you wonder if they'd planned it. The two always seemed so in sync, but that wasn't always a good thing. Especially not now. Regardless, the three of you were all laughing in unison- yours a little more raucous than the others.

When they finally relented, you quickly wiggled your way out of the blanket and sat on top of it, legs crossed so you could quickly leap away should the two demons decide to strike a second time.

"You're both the worst!" You panted, earning a giggle from Mykola.

"You love us though," he grinned deviously, and it was true. You really, truly did love them.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #mykola hohol #bsd mykola #mykola x reader #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol #fanfic #bsd fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #bsd x reader #x reader #bsd fluff

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thefourthwifeoftengenuzui · 29 days

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Hiiii bonten Rindou hc???? Pleaseee. Love him frr

To be honest, I intended for this to be almost exclusively for haikyuu… BUT FOR YOU MY FRIEND! *pounds chest* I SHALL GIVE YOU THE RINNY OF YOUR DREAMS. Also you didn’t specify what kind you want so ima give you my finest shit, which happens to be my head cannon prowess. (Totally not because I hate writing dialogue, no,no, that’s so stupid 😳) Also important side note: I aint spend days finishing the Tok rev manga not to use it tf outta here. Tokrev and Jjk content is welcomed proudly.

idk if I’ll make a part 2, but on the off chance I do, look foreword to girldad Rinny content.

status: unedited

warnings: cursing, slightly sexual situations (but no smut), mafia bs, blood? Fluffy bullshit, Rindou being a dick hole, the ick, my bad Spanish

💜Bonten Rindou Hataini. Headcannons~💜

The first thing off the bat, I definitely think he is on the demisexual spectrum. I know everyone else be saying that he would be all about just sleeping around like that, but to be honest, I think that that’s more of a Ran thing. I feel like the only reason he would go to strip clubs and shit like that for work, and would actually be really grossed out when people would coddle him. If he was to have a significant other, it would have to be someone he has known for a long time, or from his old delinquent days. My best idea would be a calm friend who would give him the notes from his skipped classes. And in return he’d take them out for food or some shit. Somewhere along the way y’all would just be like, “we’re totally together right?” “Duh, why else would I put up with you.” Yeah he a lil bitch.

Any way, as for him as an adult, all I gotta say is “Mmmm Papí ¿quieres una besito?~”. Like Jesus Christ man has no right being this freaking fine. Sexy Jellyfish ass boy

Yakuza Daddy🥵. This man will spoil the everlasting shit outta you, and go to Walmart for his own shit. But had does it in the most obnoxious way possible. He gets you a necklace? “Hey babe, gotchu this, your old one was musty af, take better care of your shit.” Awww you want a new dress? “Sure babe, but just know that thing barely covers shit, and will be gone by the end of the night.” You want something just random? “Wtf am I a walking ATM? No, pick it tf up, I’m buying it, you can’t stop me. Quit arguing before I buy you 3 more.”

But when it comes to himself? Yeah he only indulges in suits and Jordan’s. Other than that, he has an avengers shirt he had since he was 12 and a pinball machine. That’s the extent of his possessions. Well that and the watch you got him for his birthday, but shhhhh he can’t let you know he cares ewwwww.

Man is literally the biggest (for lack of better word) Tsundere. Like Top three in anime. Like you got 1.Kageyama 2.Sasuke 3. Him. Like manz would rather die than say he cares. His love language is quality time and gift giving, so he’s more show you he loves you, but won’t say it first. The kinda mf that when you say I love you to them say, “Yeah I know, I love me too if only there was someone out there who loved you.” Like manz is so obvious I wanna kiss him to shut him the fuck up. (I think I have a type.) like bro the me love you tf?

In terms of icks there is one thing I no for fact. This mf wears socks to bed. And not the cute fluffy kind. The musty ass crusty socks he wore all day, then stepped in water, and now you gotta deal with it while yall cuddling. I hate this mf.

On a more serious note, because of his Bonten Bs, he doesn’t have a lot of time for us. So we make time. His time. We just barge in during his meetings, lay across his lap, watch TikTok’s, while everyone (him) are just looking like “is this bitch serious!?” >:|

Anyways, because he’s so busy all the time, the majority of what he wants to do when he gets home is just to sprawl out on the couch and just stay there. You can cuddle with him too or whatever he doesn’t mind🙄. But fair warning, he’s the kinda dude who is only ever in the mood for either ww2 documentary’s or like deep sea documentary’s. Like mf has the same movie taste as my dad, I can’t with him. It’s a good day when you can convince him to try something actually entertaining. And you know what he picks? The Fucking exorcist. He’s an asshole. The kinda dude to pretend he’s unfazed, but his left leg physically won’t stop shaking.

speaking of movies, I know I say this every time, but scream Halloween costumes. Yes. Give me Rinny as ghostface please, I’ll freaking sell my soul. Especially if it’s not the robe but one of the like dry fit and leather harness- *incomprehensible pterodactyl noises* 🥵

anyway back to cuddling, his go to position is literally the Hakari and Kirara thing. Like this mf will always have a hand on your ass. He doesn’t like PDA but this? Yeah you can’t stop him. He is an ass guy, it’s just where his hand naturally gravitates.

I cannot explain the urge to play daddies home by usher every time I see him. Like he and my baby daddy Gojo have partial custody over that song. Like bro. Yes.

Tbh I don’t see him having a big wedding. Or any wedding. I think his thing would be just handing you his debit card and saying “pick some shit out. No, don’t worry bout the price I’m rich for a reason.” And after that yall just elope to some tropical place across the planet for like a month.

speaking of travel it’s a pretty common thing for you. Just that it’s always last minute. Like bro don’t even give you time to brag to the your friends. Man just pulls up 10 minutes before y’all need to go to the airport and says, “get ready, we’re going to France. How long? Idk a month? Boo hoo bitch. Stay home then. Mhm that’s wtf k thought”. Manz is such an ass but you gotta love a walking wallet.

My last thought I’m gonna share is how he physically won’t use nicnames. Like babe is the physically most he can bring himself to do. Maybe baby. He gives himself the ick every time he thinks of doing anything else

all in all, he’s the one who is always there for you, and expects the same. He’s a great guy, under all the stress and yakuza bs. Treat him well, or I’ll treat him better😤

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sorry this took me so long to write, I’m working on another request too, and more importantly, my final exams for collage, love that. But even do, if you liked this, please like and request something, and I will definitely be posting. Love y’all so much, I’ll see yall later.

#tokyo revengers x reader #toko Revengers #tokyo revengers #tokrev timeskip #ran haitani #rindou haitani #Rindou x reader #rindou x you #tokrev rindou #tokrev headcanons #request #haikyuu #tokrev fluff

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majimasleftasscheek · 10 months

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Have you played Yakuza 6 yet? If so ya got any kazumaji head canons based off the events of the game?

I absolutely love your ideas for them and I am beyond upset that Majima was barley in the game. Or even mentioned that much.

They did the boi dirty in this game, I swear.

*clenches my ass hard enough to shit diamonds*

oh I have OPINIONS about 6 I'll tell you that but it is good fodder for the kazumaji agenda 👀 I'mma be kinda rambly in this but I promise it all ties together kdjfjkldfkldf

so we all know Kiryu goes off to find Haruka and because I'm a big fan of dadjima, I can only imagine Kiryu lets him know while he's stuck in jail and Majima's just like WHAT

so Kiryu does a lot of self reflection but acting upon it is another matter. I can see Majima chastising him, saying she ran away cuz that's all Kiryu ever does (part of him is still pissy about him leaving in y3) and she's never had a healthy role model other than the king of hypocrisy. Kiryu would go on about how it's just to protect people yada yada but Majima would be like my guy, you left a bunch of kids in the care of your daughter who should not be parenting for you. you refuse any and all help because you think you can do it all on your own. you left me with Daigo who you said I wouldn't be babysitting AND YET—

I just want Majima to absolutely rail into him about how self serving he's acted despite better intentions. like of course Haruka ran away, look how much pressure she was under, what she went through in the idol bizz (maybe I'm a loser but I did not like Haruka's part in y5 that shit icked me), what you (Kiryu) do every time you feel like a burden to people. how naïve it was to think any part of Kiryu's past would leave him behind just because he wanted it to. how his lone wolf thing impedes on everybody else. how in 5 he literally says he needs to stop running from his past and he does it anyway. this game FRUSTRATES ME rrhrrhhrhrr KIRYU FRUSTRATES ME ACK. but also I have a thing for Majima just being angry at him, to actually lash out and spew all those feelings of being left behind or being refused to let help because Kiryu's stubborn. how he let himself be used all those years to help Kiryu out just because he asked and now once again Kiryu's off on his own, never changing his tune about how he doesn't wanna rely on people. Majima's not perfect either and frankly he communicates like shit too but I just want that RAGE to get out and explore how Kiryu would hear him but never listen. makes it all the more tragic when he finds out Kiryu "died."

*tho I must note, as much as it does irritate me, 6 makes sense entirely for Kiryu's character lol. nothing he does in it surprises me in the slightest so while I'm not a fan of the story, it's pretty fitting for him since he's the downfall of his own story half the time. and it's not so simple as just saying Kiryu's to blame. he's constantly forced to deal with shit just as much as he wants to be left alone. he struggles and he tries hard I'll give him that. I don't think he's a bad person for what he aimed to do in 6 but he's not infallible either. and sometimes it's just par for the course. like how he makes the compromise at the end of the game to disappear so his family can be at peace all the while in his history, he's had major problems doing what he's told - never truly disappearing anyway, going about whatever's gonna happen in gaiden. could you imagine if Haruka caught wind that some resting bitch face motherfucker is beating the shit outta armies somewhere? could you imagine her finding out that Kiryu left again?

honestly I think his character is really interesting cuz of this. he has good intentions and I feel like to him there's some expectation that people should understand this, that people should accept his choices. I think it's fun to explore how others react to that - how it's in a way offensive, that Kiryu thinks he knows what's best and how to handle it as if he has all the power and say. how pissed people feel about him shoving them away for the sake of their safety, etc. I don't think he'd listen to Majima tbh but I think it's important that someone unafraid of Kiryu's dumbassery would lay it out how it is to him in a way that cuts, more so than Haruka, Date or like Akiyama could.

ANYWAY, Majima's mad at him lol but can't really do anything atm due to the surrounding circumstances. I like to think he's got some of the Majima family watching out for Kiryu and Haruka if they happened to see them. Nishida at least cuz ain't no one gonna arrest a cutie patootie like him. it's not much but it's a little peace of mind. Majima knows Kiryu's reckless as all hell so he's worried and doubly annoyed that Kiryu doesn't care (about his own safety or that other people are concerned for him).

so since Majima has a fat 5 minutes in the whole game, there's not much to say about his involvement overall (other than oopsie stuck in jail) but I've had some thoughts about what all the jimas³ are doing in the meantime.

all the jimas are grouped together because I said so even tho realistically they'd prolly be separated lol. Daigo and Saejima are handling things well enough but Majima's bouncing off the walls in boredom and nothing irks him more than being stuck in one spot while Kiryu's out probably getting hit over the head with a stop sign and refusing medical attention. Daigo's losing his mind but he can agree Kiryu's bullheaded and talking about that keeps Majima distracted. Saejima does his part in trying to get Majima's mind off things now that they have all the time in the world to catch up on whatever.

time passes and I'm rewriting the part in 6 where they show up at the end cuz I live in a fantasy world.

Kiryu "dies" and suddenly the three of them are released early, no doubt knowing his death had something to do with it. Daigo gets Kiryu's letter and Majima makes some joke about Kiryu's literacy but a quick scan of the letter makes Daigo's face drop. he reads it and Majima doesn't think it's real. he doesn't know how to feel. even Saejima is in disbelief. but the letter is vague. it's conjecture written by Kiryu of his own death so there's a chance he's fine. Kiryu's fine, he's always fine. he's been shot and stabbed a million times, he's fine.

but it's not long till it's confirmed by Date. Daigo's skeptical cuz his inner punkass doesn't trust cops. Saejima's on the same page but Majima's in full denial whilst also believing it to be true. his reaction is immediate and violent. he wants something to be done, he wants revenge but Daigo wants to follow Kiryu's wish to avoid war. Majima's so outraged he frankly couldn't give less of a shit about Kiryu's wishes so it's up to Saejima to wrangle him back *insert a dramatic fight here.* Majima gets his ass beat and he's just a mess. things move fast though - the fate of the clan is up in the air and he just couldn't care. but Daigo needs him and for that he pulls it together, just barely.

fast forward to when the jimas go into hiding. they get set up in a lil safehouse via Nick Ogata. I like to see it as a basic bitch type of place, very out of the way, very ignorable but the inside is nice enough. they have to stay cooped up as much as possible and it drives Majima insane. he's fidgety, always pacing. Saejima tries to calm him down and it works for a time until Majima falls into another slump and repeats.

they took a few things with them that they could, mostly small stuff, some clothes and the like. Majima brought along a few of Kiryu's things, namely some pocket cars and a shirt. he wears it often, being very against washing it. Daigo's too stressed to notice but Saejima watches Majima just break down into someone he doesn't know. he's tired, closed off, guilt ridden. Saejima starts to think this is who Majima was after getting out of the Hole. a shell of a person taking blame for things out of his control. losing the will to care for himself as some sort of self imposed punishment for not doing more. seething in silence in the powerlessness.

his beard grows scraggly, his hair is unkept and the circles under his eye grows darker everyday. his behavior mimics his Sotenbori days where everything was for Saejima, all he could think about was Saejima, how he failed him, how if he tried hard enough he could see him again. it's not the case with Kiryu though. he didn't even get to see the body himself.

he's always on his phone reliving memories through photos and conversations. he freaks out when anyone touches the pocket cars and eventually the shirt gets worn out. he's spiraling while the others look on, unsure how to deal with someone whose entire personality revolves around having a fake one.

Saejima takes initiative. maybe he's seen Majima like this before or maybe he hasn't. doesn't matter because he gives Majima a bit of tough love, telling him to get a grip. telling him that Kiryu wouldn't want to see him like this and, under his breath, he needs him in better shape so they can beat the shit outta whoever was responsible. it's not easy of course. it takes Majima awhile to learn how to live again and frankly he doesn't want to talk about Kiryu but Saejima forces him to - to get comfortable with mentioning him, enjoying the memories they had. letting him know it's okay to be vulnerable. it's not a kind or pleasant recovery but it's there. it's helping.

and perhaps some time under supervision, he goes to see Haruka and meets Haruto for the first time. he tries to keep a strong façade for her but she can see right through him and gets one of those rare moments where he's just quiet. where he's real. she catches him up on things and it's a rough one for the both of them, especially since he has to keep the visit short. she doesn't bother asking him where he's going afterward but he promises to keep in touch and that he does. she sends him a lot of photos and videos of the family and he backseat-parents Yuta whenever possible. Haruka's never been a fan of always having Kiryu at arms length but this arrangement helps her deal with the long distance since there's effort on both ends to stay close.

Majima's not used to having others around to help him cope but he eases into it decently enough without the Tojo Clan on his shoulders. he even gets along better with Daigo who has time now to focus more on himself and the grunge within his soul. he's a silly lil dork and that charm reminds him of Kiryu but in a way that doesn't send him spiraling. he starts to see all reminders of Kiryu in a more hopeful light, one that brings back his energy. for most of their home confinement, Majima wouldn't even go out as Goromi since half his confidence came from Kiryu's support. but now and then, with Saejima and Daigo backing him, he can tiptoe a bit back into his fav dresses, ones that Kiryu gave him, ones that hurt to put on because of the baggage they carry. he doesn't even have his wigs anymore so he assembles what he can, how he can into something he knows Kiryu would have called pretty regardless. it stills hurts but it helps.

but, he'll always dip back into the pain of it all. missing intimacy and things taken for granted. he regrets his last words with Kiryu were criticisms knowing he's not perfect himself. maybe he's faced with realizations that he can't survive without certain people, that his attachment issues are brought to the forefront for everyone to see. it's ugly and embarrassing and for the first time in a long time he feels very seen. death's always been a reality for him and he's never cared much for it in regards to himself but losing someone so close, so suddenly? without closure or goodbyes? he's forced to deal with the frailty and mortality of someone he thought was invincible.

and it scares him.

#oughoghg messy messy messy #postLAD I imagine the mess is even worse and love it so much even if it makes me shit and cry and throw up #my hcs #kazumaji #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #saejima taiga #my art #dojima daigo #goromi

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mchlgayser · 10 months

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MY MAN! ft rindou haitani ( ✮ )

synopsis: he just loves it when you take full control of the situation.

warning: languages

nana's note: HEYYY!!! How're you guys doing? It's been months and I missed you all so much! I've been busy with studies and exams these couple of months I could not find any time to write :(( As a special, sorry gift, I'm writing this for you guys. tell me if there's anything I should explicitly mention if I happen to forget any and happy reading mwahh!

The room packs of men and women, sweats drenching and drunk with heavy alcoholic drinks. The spacious room is dimmed-light but illuminated with red, purple, and blue hues.

You make your way inside the hall strutting to the bar and take a seat as you order yourself a drink. You were enjoying yourself, sipping the hard drink as you look around for familiar faces.

You could make out familiar faces of a certain lizard-looking guy and the pink-haired. Sanzu smirks smugly at you as he skips to you enthusiastically.

"'Fuck is goin' on with you?" Your face confronts in disgust at the stinging smells of alcohol on him "You smell so bad asshole, get away from me." He laughs at your insult, openly taking a seat beside "Where ya' man at?" You roll your eyes at him "You guys are the one with him the whole day, why are you asking me?"

Kokonoi abruptly interrupts "He's with Ran. Mikey ordered them to handle a meeting somewhere. Be back in a while." You absentmindedly hum at the information.

After some time, the two left somewhere, one going to handle the club's money and the other to mess around with the rest of the lingering prostitutes. A woman seemingly in her mid twenty walks toward you, chest and head standing contemptuously. Her dead curly blonde wig sways from behind as she takes a seat beside you. She ordered herself a drink and shamelessly told the bartender to put it under your bill.

"Know your place, the fuck you think you are doin'?" Her fake lashes battle on you "Whoops, sorry. Anyway, your name is Y/n, right? You are RinRin's girlfriend, yes?" Your left eye subtly twitches in annoyance at the used nickname.

"What is it to you?" She giggles, tucking a strand of her to the back of her ear "Nothing just... I didn't expect you. I mean for a guy like him to settle down for a woman like you? It doesn't make sense at all. Unlike me, a woman of a high fashion sense and ladylike. I could see why he came crawling to me every night. Oh whoops, slipped out." Your face raging with fire and a comical mark appears on the side of your temple.

"What a low-life bitch. Self-proclaiming my boyfriend to be crawling to you? Do you realize how pathetic you sounded? Rindou would never settle down for a woman that sells their body for money like you. You can drag your plastic ass outta my face, hoe." You give her one last glance before you stand up and left the scene.

You were walking to a vacant place when all of a sudden, you were pulled to a nearby secluded place near the restroom. You almost twist the doer's hand but stopped at the familiar tattoo design.

Rindou stood before you, hair chiseled, collared tee undone almost all the way you could see his bare chest and stench in dried blood. But that's not what concerns you, his smug smirk does. "The fuck happened to you? You got into a fight during the meeting or sum'?" He shakes his head, eyes still staring down at you "Me and Ran got ambushed by some low-level organization. Nothing we couldn't handle but what's more is how you shut that woman just a few minutes ago."

You scoff, hand folded in a sassing manner "I still hadn't asked you whether what she said is true or not, right? I can't just blandly dismiss her. Don't you feel the need, to be honest and tell me whether what she said is true or not, RinRin?" He groans at you, eyes moving from the woman from earlier than you "You are seriously considering believing her, come on-" His sentence gets cut off when you punch him in the gut making him grunt in pain.

"Ouch, fine, fine." He smirks again, leaning closer to you "Of course not, do you think I would consider her? Be honest, I'd do better-"

You glare at him, eyes as if challenging him to further speak. Rindou mentally drench in sweats as he coughs "Fine, sorry." Unlike his words, the smirk didn't flatter but instead grew intense.

"I just love it when you are like this." He chuckles when he notices you roll your eyes out of annoyance. "We better leave... Where's Ran?" He look around, shrugging.

"Making babies, maybe?" You snort, giving your boyfriend a short hug and a small laugh before you drag him out of the club. Rindou, however, turns back once in a while to look at a woman and before you two could disappear from her sight, Rindou gives her his majestic middle finger.

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live-love-be-unique · 8 months

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But It’s Home To Me

Summary: Eddie was meant to be the next metal god but things didn’t work out and he ended up a mechanic stuck in Hawkins, but with you by his side, that might not be such a bad thing.

This was inspired by a line from one of my favourite songs, Tomorrow by Shakey Graves, that just screamed Older Eddie to me:

Well, you love this heart and this six string, girl, oh

But they've been outta tune yeah for some time.

Parings: Older Eddie Munson x f reader

Warnings: none.

The dull ache that had started in his left shoulder as he drank his morning coffee had steadily traveled its way down into his lower back throughout the day and then, by the time he headed home it had reached his knees. I’m not old enough to have shitty knees, he thought, running a hand over his tired eyes, I’m only in my thirties.

As he drove home he remembers Wayne working the same long hours at the same garage, returning every night to the same trailer park the same ache in his bones and the bitterness returned as it always seemed to do lately, it was a sharp buzzing sound that filled his brain with a familiar doubt.

Eddie reached over and turned the radio up as Metallica filled the cabin of his old van, he could feel his grease covered fingers tapping out the familiar guitar chords. He still played of course as a way to keep connected to his dreams, and to make a little extra money on the side. Tutoring some of the kids in Hawkins was fun but not as fun as being on stage.

Corroded Coffin, his old band had traveled to Chicago to submit their demo tapes to a big music exec, who took their tapes and gave their music to another band without even giving them a chance. The band had broken up a few years later, he still kept in touch with the guys of course, getting together for regular jam sessions, they all had families of their own so those jam sessions were few and far between.

We could have been up there with the greats, the bitter thought invading his brain as the final notes of Enter Sandman die out. I should have put this shithole town in my rear view mirror years ago and never looked back.

He hadn’t though, he needed the money so Wayne had pulled some strings and gotten him some shifts at the garage and he never left. His shoulders felt heavy and the buzzing in his brain got louder as he pulled into the trailer park. Can’t even afford a proper house.

He’d met you on his first day, the world's prettiest receptionist he’d thought, he couldn’t even get the words out when you smiled at him at the end of his first day and asked how everything had gone.

He was smitten, so he went to Steve the next day for advice about how to ask you on a date. He tried to be smooth, he had a whole speech planned out, but when he saw you, he’d shyly stumbled out the words “would you want the movies…with me?” He cringes to this day at the memory. But you just smiled and accepted and that Friday night you were sharing popcorn as you watched Michael Myers disembowel teenagers, and later, when he dropped you off at your house he kissed you and asked you to be his.

You were his for two years, you were his own personal sunshine, he’d pick you up every morning and drive you home every night just to spend more time with you, you were never apart. Things were perfect, but that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty, like he was holding you back from something or someone better, someone like you deserved so much more than what he could offer, so he did what his father had done, he ran.

Fuck, Eddie thought, I was a fucking idiot, letting the best thing that ever happened to me slip through my fingers. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition, he slumped down and leaned his head against the steering wheel, hands still tightly gripping the wheel.

His friends had told him that he was an idiot, he’d agreed of course, told him to get you back and somehow after six long months you had cautiously let him into your life again under the condition that he wouldn’t break your heart again. That was four years ago.

He looked up and glanced towards the kitchen window of his trailer and there you were, cooking dinner and swaying to some music. A soft smile graced his worn out features as he watched you sway along to the music playing.

Dropping his bag by the door as he entered your small trailer, chuckling a little at the familiar strains of your current favourite song playing softly. Eddie made his way to the kitchen. He watched you for a while as you cut up vegetables for dinner, you were wearing that little sundress he loved so much, god, he thought, you’re so gorgeous, he moved forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, he smiled as you jumped in surprise. Eddie pulled you tighter against his chest as his head dropped down to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Missed you baby” Eddie mumbled against your skin. He ran his hands over your swollen belly, your son would be here in a few short months.

You ran your nails along his arms eliciting goose bumps, the shine from the small diamond on your left hand catching his eye. He’d felt bad about not being able to afford anything more, but you didn’t care about that, he remembered fondly that you had squealed with joy when he proposed. You never complained about not having more, you always said you were happy with your life, with him.

Eddie stayed like that while you cooked, needing to feel your comfort. Whatever shitty things happened at work always evaporated whenever you were around.

“Daddy!” A tiny voice came from behind the two of you as your daughter padded into the kitchen in her little Snow White princess dress. Eddie turned and scooped up the tiny little girl with the same unruly dark curls and dark eyes as his.

“Hi pumpkin” he smiled as he shifted the little girl in his arms, holding her on his hip as she wrapped her tiny, chubby arms around his neck.

“I made you a picture” your little girl, Evie, proudly informed him, showing him the finger painting she’d made clutched in her tiny hands.

“You did?” Eddie asked, taking the paper and examining the drawing “I love it pumpkin!” he said, putting it on the fridge.

“Steve called, wants to have us over for a barbecue this Saturday” you mention, placing dinner on the small table. “I was thinking of making potato salad”.

Eddie places his daughter in her high chair and takes a plate from you, “it would be good to see everyone again”

He smiles as he watches you feeding your daughter, the feelings of comfort and warmth of his little family slowly replacing the bitterness he felt earlier.

“What?” You smile up at him and his heart skips a beat, the same as it did the first day you met.

“Nothing” he smiles, maybe not being a rock star isn’t so bad. It’s not much, but it’s home to me.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson imagine #older eddie munson #eddie munson x you

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daizthecraze · 11 months

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Watched the new Helluva Boss episode that we waited forever for.

Honestly at this point I give every episode without Stolas at least 1 star automatically because I'm so tired of him. He’s as complex as a wet paper bag and it amazes me how he's so popular in the fandom.😭😭

Kesha’s character, whatever the fuck her name is....Queen Bee? Yeah her design confused the absolute hell outta me, more specifically her hair cuz it's like she had a patch of normal-ish hair then the designing team was like “SHE NOT INTERESTING ENOUGH!” and then just slapped that lava lampish kind of shit on her and it just didn't work for me at all.

I also had no clue she was the ruler of the gluttony ring until I read a post here on Tumblr and I just.....WHAT?? she just seems like a regular ass hell hound that they slapped some random goofy shit onto to make her look more “special” and like I read on another post here...SHES DATING A HELLHOUND!? Who are seen as lower than Imps so what the fuck makes Stolas and Blitz relationship so dire and special in the first place!? Like according to levels of authority Blitz and Stolas’s relationship should be better then Queen Bee and Vortex cuz Stolitz level of authority are more closer together than a ruler of the rings and a hell hound..?? This really annoys me cuz with how the show is going I really doubt they're even gonna talk about what's going on with that and why one is acceptable and the other isn't.

Like at least with Fizz and Asmodeus it seems they're keeping their seemingly more romantic side hidden from the general public which looks like it's gonna be addressed in a later episode but with Queen Bee’s relationship she's just public about it...??

Also another note...am I the only one that was confused with what the hell was up with Lonna during the beginning of the episode? Like she seemed nervous then ran into a random ass group of girls who she apperently knew who made her more upset after shoeing a emmbarring photo. Like ok I get what she was upset for with that…but then that ends and she’s continues to be upset through the rest of the first half and I’m like why is she still upset throughout the whole song?? I wish they would give her some fucking dialogue to talk about her emotions other then be so god damn vague cuz I had no clue what the fuck she was thinking and it felt like they wanted her to be upset for random conflict without giving us a reason as to why she’s acting the way she is. After she meets Queen Bee she can’t even be completely shocked and upset cuz she already knew Vortex had a girlfriend cuz he told her in episode fucking 3. The only thing she would be surprised about was that he was dating a leader of the ring….but we don’t specifically understand what the fuck she’s so upset about…

I don’t know. It just really bothered me cuz I was expecting to learn more shit about Loona but I have to remind myself that this show really has a terrible time writing female characters.

Also the ending with Blitz and Loona would of been a decent moment if we didn’t already see that she completely physically beats him and acts like a massive bitch the first time we see her in the next season so 🙃🙃🙃

Episode didn’t really feel all that special….

#helluva boss rant #helluva boss critical #helluva spoilers #rant #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss

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nerdyjournals · 2 months

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SCORPIUS

Genre: mystery

Y/N Notes: they/them, female presenting

Ship: DECIDED BUT SECRET

Summary: After one friend is reported dead and the other reported missing, the remaining 7 have to put together their last actions in order to figure out what happened.

The group settled back into their seats as their phones dinged with a new message.

"How do we even know this is Minho?" Seungmin asked. "For all we know, this could be someone using his phone."

"But what if it's not?" Jisung hummed. "He may not be as active as we are, but I know Minho. If he's pressed for time, he's sending everything at once."

"What about these errands?"

"Y/N always talked about her G.O.D bag and Info-folder anytime she was about to go somewhere sketchy or meet a date off the internet. She drilled it into our heads every single time."

"G.O.D bag?" Felix asked.

"It's her Get-Outta-Dodge Bag. It has clothes, toiletries, and copies of all her documents in case she couldn't take them."

"As cool as it is they're prepped for doomsday, I think we're overlooking the high implications of something," Jeongin said as they turned to him. "Y/N's alive."

"If she's alive, where is she?" Felix turned to Chan. "Any ideas?"

Chan wasn't listening. His fingers were already typing in the number. His heart pounded against his chest, feeling like it was trying to burst with all the anxiety and worry filling him.

His laughter confused them. They couldn't understand how he was so giddy right now.

"Chan?" Jeongin caught his attention again. "What's our next move?"

"Do what he says." He slid his phone down the table, letting them all read it as relief began to fall on their faces. "We're about to play a game."

Felix and Seungmin pulled up to the Han River, silently scratching their heads. The place had over one dozen tteokbokki stands. How were they supposed to find the right one?

"Anything?" Seungmin asked, pulling out his phone.

"Nothing yet." Felix looked around before scrolling through Y/N's social media again. There wasn't much to work off of, but he believed there to be a hint hidden in there. "There!" He pulled up a photo. "It's the stand near the bridge."

"How certain are you?"

"Like 70%."

Their feet slapped against the pavement as they ran towards their next clue.

An older woman was closing up her stand for a break as they approached. Seeing their frazzled look, she waved them down and held out a small laptop case.

"You two are friends with Y/N, yes?" She asked as they nodded. "Her boy came and said you would be by for this. Told me to tell you 'fruit cove' too. Whatever that means."

"Thank you ma'am." Seungmin said, as Felix took the case. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

They walked back up to their car, settling in before Felix looked into the bag and pulled out a file.

"Min, you're gonna want to see what they put in here."

Han rocked on his feet half an hour later, watching as trains roared through the station. Y/N's duffle hung from his shoulder, filled with all her essential G.O.D items.

Someone tapped his shoulder. He froze before recognizing the familiar pattern being pressed into the muscle.

Turning around, he felt relief as Minho stood there with his hands in his pockets. The man was covered in bruises; one stemming from his left cheek bone and another blooming around his right eye. His knuckles were wrapped in gauze that still had speckles of blood covering them.

"Are you okay?" That was the first question out of Jisung's mouth. "How's Y/N?"

"They're safe. Alive and safe." He watched Jisung deflate with a deep exhale before holding out on arm. "Come here."

The boy melted into his side.

"You guys are gonna give Chan gray hair."

"Too late. I've seen them." They laughed as Minho took hold of the bag. "I gotta go. Y/N needs me."

"Why can't we go with you?"

"The less people who know about her right now, the better. Besides me, it's only her family and now you guys. Which brings me to the most important thing I'll say today," he grabbed Jisung by the face to make him pay attention, "DO NOT talk about them out loud after leaving here today. Someone is looking to finish what they started and if they do, it won't be pretty for anyone."

"Can you at least tell me why the secrets?"

"Not right now. Just go to the fruit cove with the others when you can, okay?"

With one more pat on Jisung's head, Minho went to board a waiting train and disappeared into the distance.

The boy on the platform reached up to tug at the chain around his neck. It brought him a sort of comfort to feel the two magnets on the side of the charm, knowing exactly who wore the matching pieces.

'Fruit cove,' he mouthed before gasping out in realization.

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UNTIL I FOUND YOU PT. 1

PART 1: CHAOS

summary: she saw him for who he truly was, and that’s all he never wanted

pairing: Rafe Cameron x black!reader/OC

AN: no use of YN. Rafe isn’t a murdering psychopath

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GENESIS HATED ALCOHOL AND ANYTHING DRUG RELATED. It was never her thing, vowing to never pick up a cup or abuse anything because she just genuinely hated the thought of it. So she opted for weed, spending part of her weekly allowance to buy some. She always bought enough weed to last her until she ran out, which was always around a week. She sometimes shared with her friends too which was another reason why she ran so quick, but she never minded. They were her friends after all.

Her family was known around OBX to have “old money” as people would say. she was a kook, born and raised Atlanta, Georgia. They had just moved to Outer Banks around 3 years ago and she immediately started community college. Her family owned a few businesses in outer banks as well as a few other places across the states. Her parents also operated and owned The island Club. She was an african american, spanish speaking trust fund baby who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth from the day she was born. But she never looked at herself as that. She was just a girl from the rich side of the water who never had problems with anyone, and smoked weed everyday with her friends. Very few kooks got accepted by pogues. Sarah and Genesis were fortunate of the few. Pogue life made Genesis look at where she came from as boring. She loved her parents, and she always thanked them for giving her and her 3 year old sister a life of privilege, but she knew there was more to life than just putting up a show for a bunch of snobby rich people who think that people less than them are nothing short of insignificant. Her friends made life worth living, bonding over their disdain for kooks and their love for weed.

Genesis was minding her business, smoking a wood she had rolled up with her friends at a keggar in the boneyard the first time she was noticed by rafe, his family basically had owned figure 8. Her parents knew where she was and allowed her to go as long as she came back at a reasonable time. She wore a simple outfit that worked with her aesthetic. He had been wearing a collar shirt with the first half of the buttons loose, mindlessly listening to his friend Topper talk his head off, probably about nothing. The pair locked eyes, him never taking his eyes off her of as he took a sip of his drink. High as hell, Genesis wrote it off as her imagining things. No way rafe was staring at her. They never had any interaction before because her and sarah had JUST started hanging out and she had never been over her house. Rafe staring was something she wasn’t use too, especially when he wouldn’t stop looking so shamelessly. She hadn’t heard good things about him. Her friends told her about the things him, Topper and Kelce would do to them. Nonetheless, she never judged anybody because that just wasn’t the type of person she is. She shook the thought of her outta her head and focused on having a good time with her friends. She was always told to stay away from Rafe Cameron, because he’ll break your heart, fuck you and leave, never to talk to you again.

“I’m so high right now, how many woods has it been?” Genesis asked, leaning against JJ, as he passed her the wood. He shrugged his shoulders, embracing her as she leaned into him. If it were any other person, they would’ve gotten pushed off immediately, but Genesis was soft, she had a delicate aura to her, but not too much to make her seem weak. She got active a few times in defense of her friends because of kooks picking with them. JJ made a mental note to himself to never get her angry, wanting to avoid the other end of her rage.

There was a community college in town that Genesis went to, opting to finish there to get a nursing degree before heading to nursing school. It had been her passion to help others since she was a little kid. Since community colleges typically last for two years, she can officially say she was going into her last year. Now she wanted to spend the summer with her friends before her life was consumed of studying and, senior seminars.

“That’s the 4th one you’ve rolled up and we’ve only been here an hour Ge.” Sarah told her friend, watching in slight shock as the older girl before her opened her small backpack and pulled out a huge bag of weed and another backwood. She smiled at Sarah as she continued to roll another one, an even thicker one this time with 3x the weed. Her fresh french tips were used as an aid to keep the weed in tact. She threw her bohemian braids over her shoulder and got to work as her friends watched

“Woahhh, how much are you planning on smoking?” John B asked, leaning up from the log he was leaning on, Sarah no longer leaning on him as she leaned up too. Genesis smiled, knowing once she light it her friends will smoke again. She didn’t say anything, only passed the blunt to him as a way to shut him up. He happily obliged and took a long drag from the wood.

“I’m loving you all over again. You always have the best dope.” JJ sighed dramatically, in a playful manner, putting his hand over his heart as he slumped into her embrace, watching as she pulled the smoke through her nose and blew it back out through her mouth. Genesis chuckled and pushed his head away playfully, not paying any mind to his words because that’s how their relationship was; playful, but she knew he looked at her as a sister as she looked at him as a brother.

While everyone bickered in their small group, Genesis’ eyes fell upon the blond haired boy just feet away from her, leaning on a large bark just in the other side of the boneyard, Topper now drowned out completely as they locked eyes one again. She sent him a small smile, watching as sent he one back with a small wave. Genesis was the first to look away, her chest beating fast. She knew better, and she wasn’t going to let herself go down that hole.

“Hey hey… eyes over here. He’s a menace! I wouldn’t get caught up with him if I were you.” Kie voiced, playfully snapping her fingers in front of Genesis’ face, taking her out of her trance. She took one last look at Rafe, before turning to Kie, luckily a couple beside him were arguing so she opted to use that as an excuse. Everyone knew Genesis was never the type to listen to orders anyway.

“He doesn’t seem that bad…” She mumbled, putting the roach to the last to finished blunts in a small bag in her purse. She had enough of rolling, and smoking for tonight. She was high enough to say she was high. Pope nudged her and gave her a smile once she looked at him, to watch she returned.

“Anybody mind getting me some more beer?” A slightly drunk JJ asked, as he flimsily held up his hand, holding his cup. Genesis sighed and snatched the cup outta his hand, dreading walking over to the keggar, where Rafe and his posse were hanging out at. Part of her agreeing to get JJ more beer was because so Rafe would notice her, but she made sure not to make it obvious. Another reason was because she just knew nobody else was going to do it and she couldn’t say no to JJ at times, but she was going to make sure this was his last cup.

She took a deep breathe and start making her way to where the beer was, ignoring the thank you’s and cheers from JJ as she moved further and further away from the group. As she looked around, she noticed that more and more people were starting to show up, and that always lead to something bad because someone always had to start something first. Right now her focus was getting her drunk friend more booze and going back to her designated spot.

Once she made, she started to work on filling the cup, rafe just a few feet away from her. He had taken his eyes off her a while ago, going back to his own world of friends. He hadn’t noticed her again until she came by that keggar to get something to drink. Before he knew it, his legs were carrying him over there, his eyes never leaving the unknown goddess before him, trying to get her before she walked away. He watched as she waited patiently for the beer to come out, as it was almost gone. She looked around mindlessly before her eyes landed on Rafe, them going wide as she watched him approach her with a undefined smile on his face. She didn’t know him like that so she wasn’t sure what the smile meant. She tried her best to keep her composure as he gotten closer, eventually he was barely an arms length away from her, wanting to be close but not too close to where it would scare her.

“Need some help with that?” She heard a voice behind her, in the midst of her struggle to tilt that large silver contain because of its contents almost being empty. She turned around to find Rafe Cameron, almost towering over her, with a smirk on his face. He was handsome no doubt, and he knew it too. It was something he always used to his advantage. She tried not to stare so hard but ultimately failed once she seen the smirk on his face grow.

“Oh—uh yea, please. It’s kinda heavy and I hate the smell of beer on my fingers.” She spoke nervously, stepping back and handing him the cup so that he can finish filling the cup of for her.

“Not much of a drinker huh princess?” Rafe asked, finishing up the cup and handing it to her. She took it, giving him a small thank you before answering his question. He gaze was strong, filled with intent, but she didn’t k ow which kind of intent. She knows her friends will come looking for trouble once they find out the two of them are talking, despite her conversing with someone with the same amount of wealth as her, but she was always told she was a pogue at heart, despite her status economically.

“Oh i don’t drink. Don’t really enjoy the after effects. I’ll stick to the weed.” She chuckled, shivering. As the sun started to set, it started to get chillier and now she wished she had brought an extra jacket, but Rafe noticed she was cold and quickly engulfed her in a spare jacket he brought. People around them watched the exchange, even her friends, who were whispered amongst themselves. She knew it was only a matter of time before one of them got fed up, and marched over to where they were.

Genesis thanked him for the jacket as she put her arms in, holding the cup of beer in each hand as she put the other in the jacket sleeves. He was nice, that was the first thing that took her by surprise. They he quickly offered up his jacket when she showed even the smallest bit of her being cold. Something was telling her to hurry and go back to her friends before they come and start trouble, but another part of her wanted to stay.

“I’m Rafe. Rafe Cameron.” He introduced, holding a hand out for her to shake. He had a ring on his pinky finger, as she examined it, wanting to make sure it wasn’t a joke. Hesitantly, she took his hand in her, surprised by the softness of it but she didn’t show it. Rafe gave a firm grip on her hand, never once breaking eye contact until they both shook. She maintained eye contact, letting him know she wasn’t shy by any means. He had a hefty reputation on the island, whether that he girls, his family, or just him acting like a complete asshole to pogues.

If he didn’t make it obvious before, it damn sure was now. He wanted her, in every way possible. He was a patient man, never one to push himself upon a girl. He wanted her to come to him willingly, but that doesn’t mean he was gonna stop popping up. His mind was clouded with cocaine, and it was taking everything in him not to sneak off to do another line, but he knew she didn’t like that. He knew her before she knew him. Genesis was a closed off female, but never shied away having a good time. She always hung out with those god awful pogues just like Sarah but he wasn’t in the liberty to say anything. He knew her disdain for alcohol and drugs, Sarah spoke about her a lot, always good things. She was rare, and he wanted to be part of her life, but he came with baggage, heavy baggage. He didn’t want to run anybody away.

“Genesis St. James.” She responded, smiling at him. Rafe gave her a cheeky smile. He knew exactly who she was. He had heard about her family, probably the wealthiest family in Figure 8. She was one to hang out with Pogue’s like his sister Sarah so he never saw her. She was just as beautiful as he thought she was. Skin like no other, body like no other. Face like no other. It almost made him wonder what else was like no other.

Before he could respond, John B, and JJ were all marching towards the pair. Topper and Kelce, who were just in the back ground, immediately moved up in Defense of the claimed “Kook King”. Genesis turned around and ran towards her friends, standing in front of the to try and stop them but as they moved foward, she moved back with them, trying not to get them to go up to the three behind her. She glanced behind her and watched as Rafe smirked, crossing his arms, waiting for them.

“Pope, stop them!!!” She pleaded as she ran towards the little area she once were. Pope shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to do because he wasn’t a person to pick fights nor try and stop them. Once John B and JJ made their mind on something, that was it. “We were just talking!”

“You know what they say, Gotta protect our own.” He replied with a cheeky smile , not taking his eyes off the scene in front of him. She glared at him turning around to run to the scene.

Everyone had noticed now. Pogue vs Kook. Everyone knew how it was between the boys but nobody dared to stop them. She frantically ran back over to the boys, stepping in the middle of them. trying to push John B and JJ back but it didn’t work as they stood their ground, unmoving. She looked around, watching in desperation as everyone had their eyes on the train wreck that was about to unfold in front of their eyes.

“Please don’t do this! We were just talking! He didn’t do anything! You don’t even gotta do all this shit. Y’all stay causing a fucking SCENE!” She snapped, looking at her friends. Everyone was looking at them, waiting for the next move. If anybody made the first punch, the entire boneyard is going to be a shit show. Her chest was heaving up and down quickly, trying to regulate her breathing.

“You better listen to the pretty lady. Isn’t it past your bed time right now pogue?”

Rafe’s words was all it took. JJ pushed Genesis out of the way and landed a heavy punch on his face, making her fall on a sharp piece of wood and cut her arm. She looked down in shock as her hand was now covered in blood, and the chaos around her started. They were throwing punches left and right, as everyone cheered for both sides. Rafe watched as she cut herself, catching him off guard for a second which gave JJ the perfect opportunity to sucker punch him in the face.

Genesis marched over to Pope, yanking him by his shirt, blood nearly dripping down here arm at this point but the adrenaline was rushing thru her so she didn’t feel a thing. Her eyes were fierce and filled with rage.

“Go stop the fight! Now!!” She gritted angrily, tightening her grip on his shirt. With wide eyes, Pope frantically nodded his head, rushing over there once he was let go as Kie and Sarah tended to the wound on Genesis’ arm. The blood wouldn’t stop, so Sarah ripped the bottom of her shirt and tied it around the hole, to keep more blood from coming out. She watched as pope grabbed JJ and pushed him back, and fought between Topper and John B to separate the two angry boys.

As the fight died down, everyone started to leave, Genesis looked around for Rafe, wanting to say sorry on her friends behalf since she knew they weren’t going to do it. Both John B and JJ walked back over with scratches and messed up clothes along with bruises and cut up legs. She wanted to punch them so bad right now, but the pain in her arm was starting to show up and now all she wanted to do was go home and lay down. She knew if she didn’t go to see her mom (who was a doctor luckily), she was going to pass out.

John B was the first to approach, about to open his mouth but a tired Genesis stopped him with her arm that wasn’t injured, her hand quickly creating space between them. The boneyard now almost empty, she looked past his shoulder as she watched Topper and Kelce help Rafe back to the car they came in, Rafe making sure to take another look at her. She gave him an apologetic smile and turned her attention towards her friend. She was barely able to get a conversation out of him before they started becoming over protective.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go across BOTH OF YALL HEADS!”

Both John B and JJ groaned, moving their faces away from Genesis. Her words falling dead in their ears.

“Of all the people to talk to, Rafe, really Ge, him? You’re even wearing his fucking jacket! God!” JJ spat, glaring at the all black ranger rover that just pulled off. Genesis looked down and noticed she very much still had on his jacket. She made a mental note to give it to him once she saw him again. That gave her an excuse to go and see him at Tannyhill.

“She got hurt because of you JJ. You pushed her. Stop being an ass for once and think about your friend who you injured because your an egotistical asshole.” Kie snapped. She didn’t like the eldest Cameron sibling either, but no matter how much she didn’t want Genesis talking to him. She was grown, and Genesis got hurt because of her two other childish ass best friends. That was her main focus as of right now.

“Hey, we didn’t mean for you to get hurt. Honestly when we seen him shake your hand we kinda flipped, but we’re sorry.” John B apologized, nudging a quiet JJ as he started off at the beach with a glare on his face, mumbling a small “sorry”. They both were bruised, cuts all over their faces, sand in their hair.

Genesis sighed for the thousandth time that night, her high officially gone away, “It’s fine, I’m about to head home. I’ll see you guys later.”

She hugged everyone, John B and JJ included, giving JJ a small kiss on a cheek as a way of saying he was forgiven. He smiled at her, giving her hand a small squeeze before letting go. She knew she couldn’t stay mad for long, JJ was only doing what he felt was right, and she couldn’t fault him for trying to protect her. Genesis walked towards her car, hopping in and drove the distance home in silence. Rafe weighed heavy on her mind, and she never got a change to apologize properly on her friends behalf, but that was a conversation for another day.

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AN: how was the first chapter? It sort of has a slow burn but I promise they get better as the chapters go on.

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