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#i could probably type out more elaborate thoughts on this but of course as soon as i sit down and go post. thoughts gone.
in-love-with-srk · 8 months
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The Thorpe Dilemma #7
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It was outreach day. You really didn't see the point of it all. Why would you bother helping a town that glared at the sight of outcasts?
As if the stripes on your uniform signified you were some sort of criminals for existing. Even though the mayor clearly acquired 'funds" from Nevermore.
And shouldn't "volunteering" be voluntary. Either way, you did your part at the park that glorified the colonists. How ignorant could one town be...
And then to no one's surprise, you snuck away while Wednesday along with Eugene looked through the meeting house for any information on Joseph Crackstone.
At least that's what you thought until you saw Wednesday talking to Tyler at the weathervane. "What are you doing here cousin?" you ask pulling her away.
"I'm here to figure out where the ruins of the original meeting house are. There is probably no tangible evidence there, but a vision could fill in some gaps."
"And you asked Tyler? Before you get defensive, I'm not trying to imply anything, but like you said earlier we haven't crossed anyone off our suspect list and just keep in mind who knows where you are. Ok?". she nods in response.
"Y/n I thought you were working at Pilgrim World?" Xavier says. "I saw my chance to escape being dressed up as a colonist and I took it." you say still looking at Wednesday.
You and Wednesday glance at Tyler and he smiles at the both of you. Only you reciprocate slightly.
Then you turn around and see Xavier glaring at the back of Tyler's head. "You too cousin." she says subtly moving her head towards Xavier. She leaves and Xavier decides it's safe to talk now.
"Were you and Wednesday talking to Tyler?" "Just her, she needed his help with something.". He waits for you to elaborate but you don't. He figures it would be best to change the topic.
"So are you here to see me?" he asks smiling a little. "Maybe... It seemed like a better way to spend my time" "We'll I'm honoured' he replies putting his hand to his chest.
"Would you like some Coffee?" he asks you. You tell him your order before sitting down in a booth. You open up another book on the types of outcasts.
Xavier puts your order on your table. Without thinking, you shift and make room for him. He sits next to you and puts his arm behind you.
"I went through a bunch of books too. I didn't really get much though" "Hmm" you reply absent-mindedly.
Xavier is a little nervous you sense. His leg is moving up and down slightly and he is struggling to look at you.
"Do you plan on going to Raven? With someone, I mean..".
"Not as of now. Kent asked me yesterday. I don't understand why he did even after Thing punched him and I threatened to. Maybe he's a masochist."
You look to him for a reaction and he seems a little angry. He rolls his eyes looking away from you slightly.
"Yoko asked me too. That surprised me even more, but apparently she has liked me for weeks now."
"And what did you say?" he asks in a blank tone. "Do you really think I would be sitting here with your arm around me if I had said yes?" you ask in a teasing tone.
You look at him in surprise as you feel his hand on your thigh. "It's not that surprising to me. It is very easy to like you."
He starts drawing shapes on your thigh. "If I were to ask you to the Raven. Hypothetically of course are you free that night? Or are you planning to explore something obscure in the woods?"
"I would say that, I wanted to explore something obscurely in the woods but Weems wouldn't let me sneak out after my accomplices and I set fire to Crackstone's statue. So I'd have to settle to going to the dance with you.".
"Lucky me," he says leaning in to kiss your cheek. You look around to see if anyone saw that. Thankfully today was not the day that anyone but him can see you get flustered.
"I have to go soon. Weems said I have to play the piano at the town square."
"I didn't know you played the piano." he says interlocking your fingers.
That's when you hear the bell on the door jingling and you see Enid and Ajax walk in. Xavier doesn't seem to notice, still looking at your hands. Enid points at Xavier's arm around you
"You do have the hands for it." he says pulling your hand closer to him and inspecting it. "You have very pretty fingers.".
He lets go of your hand and stands up. He gestures in front of him giving you room to walk.
"Ever the gentleman," you say sarcastically. Before you can walk away he pulls you back by your hand and brings you closer to him
He kisses your hand and doesn't let go. You can hear Enid's happiness. "You're slightly overdoing it with the PDA "
"Sorry, I'll remember to do that only when we are alone next time." He says seemingly smug
Enid follows you out, forgetting that she came to get coffee.
Ajax heads towards him. "Looks like my boy finally grew a pair." He says patting his shoulder.
"You're one to talk. Did you say anything to Enid?"
"Yeah dude, I have a date tonight." He says as he rings the belll, making Xavier roll his eyes. "Wait, what did they mean they were going to set fire to Crackstone's statue-"
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steves-strapcollection · 10 months
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W-W-W-W-W-W-WIPPP WEDNESDAY: here i have found some peace of mind [WIP Snippet]
Heyyyyyyy it's WIP wednesday and I'm graaaadually getting closer to a point where I think i can start posting this fic but ANYWAY for anyone new this is from my modern rockstar!Eddie/group housing coordinator!Steve AU where Steve thought Eddie's name was Chris for a while due to Shenanigans And Such once this fics goes live, it'll be uploaded to my writing blog @gerrystamour PLEASE accept and enjoy this snippet ;p
So, Steve typed in “Eddie Munson Corroded Coffin” and waited for the search to load. As soon as the first images popped up, Steve knew he had made a huge mistake googling him.
Eddie Munson had to be one of the most attractive men Steve had ever seen. Granted, the first images were from a very suggestive photoshoot he’d done at some point, but there was only so much that could be credited to make-up and editing.
Eddie had long, curly brown hair and a soft face, his eyes big and brown and wholly captivating. Steve was struck by how… sweet Eddie probably would look if he wasn’t smirking to show off a pair of fangs with a heavy-lidded stare. Even his curly hair was messy in a way that oozed sensuality.
In the photo, he was wearing sinfully tight leather pants and nothing else as he knelt in front of a pew, and the laces of the fly were tantalizingly undone. Eddie leaned back with his elbows on the bench, accentuating the long, tattooed line of his torso. There was a guitar propped up against the pew next to him, and his left hand was wrapped around the neck of it loosely, suggestively even. His fingers were blackened, with dark veins traveling up his forearms and up his neck. Belatedly, Steve noticed that Eddie had horns in the image as well, as if he was some sort of demon.
Quickly, Steve looked at another image, but it was just another photo from the same shoot. He was still only wearing a pair of leather pants, except this time, Eddie was sitting on an elaborate altar with his legs spread wide to accommodate a man—a priest kneeling between them. One of Eddie’s hands was holding the top of the priest’s head while the other was holding a rotting apple up. There was a snake wrapped around his bare shoulders and traveling down the arm holding the priest. Eddie’s head was tilted back, a maniacal, toothy grin on his face and dark eyes staring down the camera. The horns coming out of his forehead were bigger, more elaborate and his shadow against the back wall had massive, bat-like wings.
Steve stared at the column of Eddie’s throat and only snapped out of his stupor when he choked on his own spit.
With a groan he tossed his phone away from himself and covered his eyes with the heels of his palms.
Of course he’s fucking gorgeous, it was just Steve’s luck. If Steve had known before he told Eddie to fuck off, he might not have been so quick to decide sleeping with him wasn’t worth the risking his job.
Even as he thought that, he knew it wasn’t true, but he was hurt and Eddie was hot. Blasphemous, and hot. Honestly, the blasphemy made him even more attractive.
Picking his phone back up, Steve went back to looking up the band, and quickly discovered that these images were part of the promotion for their latest album, and the image on the altar was a still from one of their music videos. He saw a few shots of the other band members, and Steve was a bit overwhelmed at how attractive all of them were.
It was when he clicked through to the music video that Steve remembered Eddie talking about their YouTube channel. The music video itself started with heavy guitars and Eddie crawling out of a hole that looked like a red, gaping wound on the ground, wearing nothing but the mud and viscera that clung to him. Steve knew for his sanity that he couldn’t watch that music video, so he clicked through to the channel instead.
Do i desperately wish for those images of Eddie to be drawn??? Yes. Yes I do. If I had the money to commission them.............my god i would be unstoppable. ANYWAY Hope you enjoyed this!!!! Please consider reblogging and such!!! Taglist! @indigohightide, @mylilplanet, @inairbinad, @patchworkgargoyle, @steddieas-shegoes, @scoops-stevie, @scarcrossdlvrs, @sidekick-hero, @afewproblems, @matchingbatbites, @xenon-demon
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Soft!Touchstarved!Billy Russo (Part 2)
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Part 2 because there's a character limit (part 1 here)
Billy gets nightmares about what he's done and seen
Like 9/10 times he can deal with it just fine
But this one occasion sets off something inside him
He jolts awake, frantically looking for you, for the comfort you bring him
His movements wake you up and when you notice his quick breaths and scared gaze, you immediately know what's up
You're holding him, gently rocking your bodies
"Deep breaths, baby, deep breaths. It's okay, Billy. We're alright."
(TIP: it's good to match the breathing of a panicking person and gradually slow down. They will automatically follow your breathing pattern)
The situation gets worse when he wakes up and you're not next to him
An air raid siren is going off in his head
Soon, Billy finds you in the kitchen or walking out of the bathroom
And he just latches onto you, making you nearly fall over
Picks you up and carries you to bed, wrapping you in his limbs
(no escaping that one tho)
You know it's not easy to intimidate him, so for a nightmare to get him like this, he must've dreamed about something truly awful
To some degree, you're thankful he doesn't talk about it
Billy might tell you to not scare him like that again
Since we're talking about Upset Billy™️, let's elaborate on the low-key insecurities he has
Like in the memorable merry-go-round sequence where he yells to Frank that no one will mourn them should they die
And that they are not good people, never have been
They're meant to just follow orders, fight the old men's wars and die
So as I have stated in Dating Billy Russo, he genuinely believes that an apple pie life is not for him. He accepts that as a fact.
Therefore, there are two strong forces inside him: on one hand, he sees himself as a person unable and/or unworthy of romantic commitment, while on the other hand, he desperately wants it after meeting you
It's like dipping your toes in the water to see if the tide takes you
And although such insecurities are not visible on an everyday basis, there are moments when it's clear, when he's doubting your relationship
Because you're wonderful! Billy wonders if you weren't better off with someone more meant for a family life
It's still a new sensation to Billy that you want him and all he brings with him
Of course you would mourn him!!!
"Billy, if you die on me, I will bring you back and kill you again myself."
This is like the most sentimental thing anyone has ever told him, really
It's just hard for him to wrap his head around that idea
He knows he's loved (you do say it quite often) but doesn't know just how much
And the odd realizations make him go uncharacteristically soft
Although he might try to play it off
But let's be honest, he can't fool you
This boils down to the two of you holding each other, whispering your mutual affections and exchanging soft pecks
"You deserve the world, Billy"
He lives a pretty hectic life, especially emotionally-wise
Billy is the quiet frustrated type, drinking his drink and staring off into space
Anyone who comes at him in this state should be prepared for sultry words
But if it's you, he's gonna give in
You're silently holding his head against your torso, gently caressing the side of his face
And his frustration is slowly fading away
Besides, he'd rather wrestle a hippo than hurt you in any way
Another thing is Billy’s worried for you
It’s not the cutesy odd thoughts about your partner during the day
It’s a legit fear nested in reality
Because he’s done shit and any day someone might try to take him down
And what easier way could there be to hurt or have a leverage on Billy than hurt the person he loves?
Although nothing has happened yet, he knows it’s highly probable it will, at some point
So when you don’t answer/return his call or don’t text him back for a long time, he gets worried
At first you thought he was being a little paranoid and controlling but you have realized that it’s you who’s downplaying the situation
When you come home (ya know, alive and well) after basically going radio silent for whatever reason, Billy is clearly upset
He’s giving you a lecture as you’re trying to calm him down
But it always ends the same: Billy is holding you, his face’s in the crook of your neck and he’s expressing his genuine worry for you
Out of curiosity, you have once asked him how much he can lift
And Billy’s a little bastard so he picks you up with ease and says ”Enough”
Bathing together, sitting between his legs and leaning against him
He wraps his arms around you and kisses your shoulder
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bootlegfrank · 7 months
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I got that picky eater autism the way I don’t even know what food those things you mentioned are DDDDD: you like them so they must be good asf hehehe cooking for me would be fun bc there’s sm stuff I haven’t tried!! My favorite type of food is Italian probably and (this is so fucking stereotypical of me) I really love burgers and fries and steak😭😭😭😭😭 I’m going to ask the stupidest question okay do you guys have Olive Garden? I’m not asking because I think its peak Italian food rather I’m curious if you guys have it hehehe OMG THE HUMAN MEAT THING HAHWJWJDHD you being unhinged towards me I love it<333 I know you tell me to not hold back but you better not be either okay;) I’m actually really sensitive when it comes to taste like I can tell when things are off so I would know something is off, but I don’t think I would suspect it’s human meat but knowing you maybe I actually would. Your eagerness STOPPPPPP JUST LIKE HANNIBAL and just like Hannibal, you know a lot about human meat cooking AKAKSJDJDJDJ HOW DID YOU LEARN ALL OF THIS? I find it very interesting though, so thank you for sharing hehehe SEE that’s why we love Hannibal and Will they’re fucking insane together<33333333 they’re making me so much worse it’s bad LMFAO I’m so unhinged now kill me before it gets worse
DAMN RIGHT THEY SHOULDNT MESS WITH YOU<3333 PLAYFIGHT WITH ME!!!! I haven’t in so long JUST NO BREAKING MY GLASSES if someone broke my glasses when I play fought with them, I think I’d actually murder them props to you for not doing that ALSO SAME people underestimate my ability as well when it comes to play fighting >:)))))) OH YEAHHHH I kick hard as fuck too hehehe OOOOO you thought about me while reblogging that?????????? AaaaaahHhhHhhajajshdhdh that makes me so !!!!!!!!! I love that you thought about me while reblogging something:] my cute lil vampire<33333 ribs are cool!!! I saw this wild gif the other day of like…the organs expanding in there I was like 👁️ I’m so disconnected from the idea that these organs are in me like the other day I was like (PLS DONT ROAST ME THIS SOUNDS DUMB) “oh my God there’s literally a skeleton inside me right now. What the fuck” I swear I have this realization every couple of months, freak out and then forgot about it until I freak out over it again BAHAHAHAHA it’s such a weird thought to me. Awee nooooo it’s so hot there you must be excited though bc it’ll be colder soon!!! And then you can wear your more elaborate fits:] I think all of yours are cool baby even the more “basic” ones you probably look so good in your oversized band tees<3333
I’m glad you liked it so much;) Of course you do you’re perfect<33333 and all mine<333333333 Look at you being so good for me and knowing you belong to me. That’s better<33333 Damn I should’ve stopped holding back my possessiveness ages ago fuck haha if I knew you liked it like this I would’ve goddamn. You know tonight I was thinking about you again (let’s be real when am I not) and I was thinking about how I want you to ruin me until I can’t think straight. I had my shirt in my mouth and I realized later that I bit hard on it without even realizing hehe there was this big bite mark on the shirt WKQJWJSHDHDHDH like you could see the teeth n everything it was crazy I didn’t realize I was biting that hard oops >.>
Hehe I've got picky eater autism too, but that's why I love cooking so much, I get to decide exactly what is in my food! I'd love to introduce you to new foods! I can make you some delicious Italian gnocchi <3 I loove me a good home-made hamburger too, me and my housemate make the most delicious hamburgers, she gets to put her hands in the ground beef and mix everything together while I tip the ingredients in x) It's not a stupid question! Olive Garden isn't a thing here, but many American fast food chains don't exist here :( (We don't have Wendy's cuz there's one singular restaurant in the country that trademarked the name before Wendy's could xD That restaurant is also a front for a weed shop btw) Hehe I promise I won't hold back either cutie <3 I've always been morbidly curious about cannibalism, but I started researching it in earnest for my Serial Killer Cannibal Frank fic. I've got some graphics saved, but most of my 'knowledge' is just me extrapolating information I know about cooking other meats hehe. Human is very similar to pork in the way that it's prepared and how the fat renders down and such, so all you need is to compare human cuts of meat to where those cuts would exist on a pig and take the fat content and muscle denseness into account :] They're sooooo insane together and I fucking love it, not enough characters get to be insane like that <33
Yesss I wanna playfight with you, see how much strength you've got in that cute little body of yours <3 I won't break your glasses if you don't break mine xD I think about you a lot hehe, whenever I see something that reminds me of you <3 Ohhfuck that gif sounds so cool! Yeah it's kinda insane to think about what's going on inside of you. I got kind of a slap in the face the other day while I was talking to people who stopped taking biology somewhere in high school, cuz they didn't realise there's a different fluid between your cells than blood. They thought your body is just kind of a blood sack, and I don't think I could live with having that little knowledge of what's going on underneath my own skin haha. It's so so soooo hot :(( I'm sweaty and ill every day because of the heat :( Can't wait for it to be winter so I can think about you cuddling me to keep warm-- and another methods to keep warm ;) <3
All yours, baby <3 Just like you're all mine <3 I'd love to ruin you, want you to be delirious, can't think straight, can't even say proper words <33 You're so cute with that bitemark on your shirt <33 If I'd put my fingers in your mouth would you bite down on them like that too? Leave me a nice little mark to run my fingers over and look at? You'd be the cutest all ruined by me like that, with your pretty noises for me and pretty eyes looking up at me, do you think I could make you cry, cutie? I bet you'd look so pretty. I'd wipe away your tears after we're all done and taste them, I want every part of you <3
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grimoirering · 2 years
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Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk
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unnerving-presence · 3 years
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Hi I'm the anon that has send the request about the reader killing the killers, and I loved it!
Can I ask for a part two? Where the entity takes notice of how powerful the reader is and makes them her vessel of sorts, giving them powers and whenever Killers are misbehaving, she sends the reader to..... "teach" them a "lesson"
Same Killers please if you could 🥰
Wow I am so messed up
Of course :) I resisted the urge to elaborate on the readers power but the entity basically merged with them so they have the power of the entity in a way and they’re not as sympathetic so it’s easier for them to put the killers in their place
I love this concept so much I literally have to hold back from writing too much. if you couldn’t tell i love torturing the killers lmao
warning: graphic depictions of violence and gore. this is basically just torture stuff so if you are not comfortable with it please do not read!
Part 1
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Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni:
As brutal as you were, Kazan never expected the Entity to make you it’s servant. He hasn’t talked to you much ever since you’ve been restricted from going into trials, so the only way he would really know about you serving the Entity is if another killer told him, or if you had to punish him yourself.
For the first time in his life, he’s actually been afraid of someone. Nobody has been able to (alone) take him down. Now seeing as someone like you can? He’s not terrified, if anything he sees you as a little badass, but he does not want to get on your bad side.
He’s never seen you punish a killer, but he has seen the aftermath. The Hillbilly, better known as Max Thompson Jr., decided that he wouldn’t listen to The Entity, decided that he’d kill the survivors the way he wanted. All of them died too quickly for The Entity to feed on their fear, and she was not pleased. Needless to say that the poor man’s cries of pain could be heard for miles, and Kazan would never forget the way Max was desperately trying to keep his organs in place as he struggled to get back to his realm. You wouldn’t even give him the sweet release of death after you were done with him..
This is nothing like when the mob attacked, not even close. This was a new type of pain, pain that makes you wish you were dead. Kazan was never one to give up so easily, but in your grasp he feels so helpless. He doesn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore. He feels so vulnerable with his mask off, with his armor tossed to the side. His jaw is now broken, and his ribs feel like they’re going to snap at any second. You’ve barely started, and you’re already making him regret his actions in his last trial.
“I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to make it hurt.”
Michael Myers/The Shape:
At first, he doesn’t really seem to care that much. If he’s not the one in pain, it’s not really his problem. He still holds a bit of a grudge against you, meaning he stalks you, so he’s known since the start that you’re serving The Entity.
He’s surprised that you’ve gotten this far just from killing him, though he is a bit jealous. You don’t really scare him that much considering your small stature. If anything it’s kind of cute to him. Just a little thing like you running around and giving killers a little bonk on the head for not doing good in trials is a thought that almost makes him smirk. Of course those thoughts were before he’s seen you punish a killer. Now that he’s really seeing it in action, he understands why The Entity made you it’s servant. Though he is far from scared of you, he is a bit impressed at how the other killers feel a bit more uneasy when they see you pass by, some even fleeing to their own realms.
Michael can do almost anything he wants in The Entity’s realm without being punished. Hell, he even kills the survivors too fast for the Entity’s liking and comes back from a trial unscathed. Now with you by The Entity’s side, Michael isn’t as free as he used to be. Michael doesn’t know that however, and doesn’t really seem to care. Atleast he didn’t seem to care until he was the one in all those other killer’s shoes.
It’s been what seemed like hours and Michael looks like he’s on the verge of tears. With his own knife, you’ve managed to do quite a bit to him. His mask is removed, face terribly bruised with a nose bleed that seems like it could go on forever. He’s lost a couple fingers, and the remaining digits no longer have nails. His arms and chest are littered with large and small stab wounds alike, ones that you dig your fingers into when it seems like he hasn’t quite gotten the message that he isn’t in charge here. Michael’s vision occasionally blacks out, only to be woken up by a bash on the head with the handle of the knife. You’re not sure how much he can take, but you are sure that Michael will never forgive you for this.
Summoning a sharp tendril, you swiftly pierce it through Michael’s leg, waking him and receiving a loud grunt as he stares up at you with a tired but furious gaze.
“Wakey wakey Michael, I’m not quite done with you yet.”
Danny Johnson/Ghostface:
This man is so jealous. He was a killer way before you did anything special! Technically he does serve The Entity, but not in the way you do. Danny probably thinks you’re not all that since he’s probably still mad as shit that you embarrassed him like that.
He hears some of the killers talk about you like you’re a nightmare come true. Of course Danny calls it all bullshit and says you’re probably not as ruthless as they say you are. Honestly he just isn’t ready to accept that fact that you have more power over him than he does, and he’s not very fond of the fact that he can’t be an asshole to you anymore.
Danny has never heard nor seen you give one of the killers a lesson, but he has been given shockingly precise details on just what you can do to them. He’s never heard of a survivor having this much power over the killers. Well I guess he couldn’t call you a survivor anymore now, could he? Nonetheless he seems to forget that there are consequences for his actions, especially after a trial he didn’t do so well in.
Danny hasn’t known fear until this day. He displeased The Entity, and now he pays the price. He can no longer see, but he can feel. He can feel the way you pry his mouth open and slowly cut his tongue open. He can feel just how strong your bond is with The Entity, how much you’ve changed. His throat burns from how much he’s been yelling in agony. He coughs up blood as it travels into his lungs, making it more difficult to breathe by the second. It was already worse having you kill him in a trial when you were a survivor, now this torture?
“I love that look of despair on your face.”
Frank Morrison/The Legion:
As if you couldn’t get any scarier to him, now you’re serving The Entity. He hasn’t talked to you ever since you last saw each other so he really has no idea of what you’re doing with The Entity until somebody goes up and straight up tells him.
From what he’s recently heard, you’re now going around teaching killers not to displease The Entity? Sounds odd that all of this is happening in such a short amount of time but it doesn’t make it any less scary for him. He hates being scared, but knowing that if he tries doing things his way will get him punished makes him kind of worried as he tends to go a bit overboard in some of his trials.
His friends are lucky enough to not experience the horror of being tortured into submission, but they have been told what it feels like. He tries his best to comfort Susie and tells her that as long as she does things the way The Entity wants, she will be okay. Needless to say The Legion is very scared of you. Please go easy on them they’re only teenagers (except for Frank of course)
It was bound to happen someday. Frank got too angry at those pesky survivors and wasn’t thinking straight. Not even in a trial, he managed to kill 2 of them. He would learn soon enough that killing isn’t allowed outside of trials. The rest of The Legion are huddled up in a corner. Susie is sobbing into Joey’s chest as he slowly rubs her back, trying his best not to look at what’s going on in front of him. Julie can’t seem to look away, pure shock seeming to be the thing holding her still. Frank feels like all of his bones are on the verge of shattering. How is he even alive at this point? His organs aren’t in place, scattered across the hard wood floor, leaving a sour smell behind. The only thing keeping him up at this point is the hook that is impaled straight through his shoulder. He wants so badly to just die, but The Entity is the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. No matter how much blood you spill, it’s not over until The Entity says it’s over.
“Oh Frank, you know this is far from over..”
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viviennevermillion · 3 years
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Answering the entirety of this ask meme for Azul Ashengrotto
Welcome to "the longest fucking post"™
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❤ Are they romantic?
Definitely. Azul is the type of guy who fits the whole roses and fancy dinners aesthetic and somewhere along the line he realizes he's actually good at pulling romantic things off. He initially starts with it during the time you started dating because he wanted to play it safe and rely on what was typically considered romantic but he soon noticed it isn't something he has to force himself to do and comes rather naturally once he can put aside his initial nervousness.
Additionally I think Azul is a romantic as a state of mind. Once he feels comfortable enough around you and the realization settles in that the two of you love each other, he has a tendency to idealize your relationship a little (to a healthy level). He has a lot of rather deep and slightly poetic thoughts about your connection (doesn't mean he'd say them out loud though).
🧡 How do they confess that they like someone?
Oh geez this man probably suffers from chronic pining so if you're like, the least bit assertive when it comes to romance, you're gonna be the one who confesses first. In case it's indeed Azul confessing, I see multiple ways this could go:
At the end of a date: You asked him out so he's already somewhat aware that you feel the same, which makes it easier for him to make a move and just tell you once your date is over. Of course he thought very elaborately about what he would say to you when the time finally came. Doesn't stop him from being flustered though.
After ages of waiting he finally confessed: There's a certain amount of time after which even Azul gets sick of the pining, especially because the twins keep teasing him about it and the longer he waits the more they drop unsolicited hints that Azul likes you (cue Jade @-ing you under Azul's Magicam posts). So he plans the whole thing out and casually asks you for a date after class. He'd set up a nice dinner for the two of you at Mostro Lounge (when no other customers are around of course) and eventually confess his feelings to you. Despite his nervousness he keeps his suave businessman persona. Now you either got the option to roll with that or you could point it out and you'd get a flustered octopus who's secretly glad you can see through him and still love him for how he is.
Accidental: Now that accident can be many things. Azul just being dead tired and almost passing out on his desk. Seeing a magical item at the Atlantica Memorial Museum and asking "Why does this show you?" before he reads the 'depicts the person you love' sign right next to it. Or sometimes an accidental confession is just Floyd offhandedly mentioning "Koebi-chan, did you know that Azul has a huge crush on you?~" as revenge for the dorm leader making him do the dishes when Floyd didn't want to and Azul's poor unfortunate soul proceeding to internally die several deaths. Accidental confessions would definitely take this man out and stun him for a while as he anxiously tries to say anything to make the situation less awkward but he composes himself and melts as soon as you tell him you feel the same.
In a crisis: As much as Azul likes to be careful and calculated, he doesn't like to have regrets. So when you two are caught up in a fight together or like, uh, let's say a shady ass research facility in the middle of nowhere (nervous laughter), I could see him telling you how he feels fairly easily. He wants you to know in case something bad happens.
💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?
It's more like that he constantly prompts you to drop hints. He uses every opportunity he can to steer your conversation to the topic of love and dating, of course in a way where you don't notice he's doing it on purpose, to see if you show any signs of being interested in him. Azul doesn't drop hints himself until he's fairly convinced you have feelings for him. If that's the case, he tends to make some ambiguous comments that can be interpreted as romantic but played off as a joke in case you react negatively.
💚 What's their type?
I have a lot of thoughts on this one and I feel like there's several characteristics that Azul is easily drawn to.
Confident and open but with a sad past: I feel like that would be a solid match for him. Azul strikes me as a person who's probably frequently dealing with the trauma-related kind of imposter syndrome where he constantly feels like he has to reaffirm his image and hide a "true self" (which is really just a bunch of insults about his past self which he has internalized to the point where his subconscious believes they still apply). So having someone around who's been through their fair share of hardships in life and has a genuine and healthy amount of self-confidence and especially self-acceptance as well as doesn't mind talking openly about their experiences and feelings would not only help Azul to strengthen the idea in his mind that he has indeed grown from the "dumb, clumsy octopus" people have tried to convince him he'd always be, but it would also help him to realize that opening up to other people and not hiding the parts of himself people have taught him aren't lovable does not equal vulnerability and weakness. And anyone who can inspire a bit of genuine self-acceptance in Azul is someone he'd want to keep around in his life and could probably love very easily.
Kindness: Azul isn't the kindest person himself but I think he will definitely respect and treasure genuine kindness. Probably not if you're naive on top of it or forgive everyone, but if he can tell you truly care about the people who deserve it and gladly make someone's day better, it'd be a very significant reason why he fell for you. Honestly, most people who have experienced a large amount of hatred and cruelty for a long amount of time won't take true kindness for granted and Azul is no exception.
Protective: This one's been a headcanon for a while. Might also have to do with his past but I can see Azul being into a protective s/o. The idea of having someone around who loves him and wouldn't hesitate to jump in and defend him would give him a well-appreciated sense of security and stability, even if your actual strength compared to his would be the equivalent of a chihuahua trying to protect Godzilla.
Rational: I feel like Azul definitely wants a partner who is rational. As in, they have a good amount of self-preservation instincts, their decisions are based on solid reason and they don't indulge things without being as informed about them as necessary.
💙 What is their perfect date?
While Azul does vibe with the whole fancy dinner date aesthetic, I feel like he'd really love movie dates. He canonically likes dark spaces and I think he'd really enjoy watching a movie which interests him with the person he loves, just sitting in a dark cinema, sharing snacks with you, leaning close to you and occasionally pulling you in for a loving kiss. After the movie he'd have a long elaborate conversation with you about the plot while you're snuggled close to him in his bed and he'd gently run his fingertips across your back.
💜 What's their favorite kind of gift?
Your love and affection. To be able to even give Azul gifts in the first place means you'll probably have to sign a contract somewhere that he won't be indebted to you if you give him gifts for free. That aside I don't think Azul is much of a friend of receiving surprise gifts in general, but he'll never say no to a new coin for his collection or a good book.
🎁 What gift would they get their s/o?
He'd give you the whole world wdym? Azul would probably give you the typical romantic gifts. Flowers, chocolate and accessories. Likely something from the Coral Sea.
🖤 Do they enjoy loving or being loved?
Both but especially in the beginning of the relationship I think Azul will be more passive and enjoy receiving and reciprocating affection more than initiating it, because he's still unsure what to do and he also doesn't want to come off as too clingy (because he's fully aware that he's clingy af)
💔 How do you break their heart?
Cheating, playing mind games with him, not telling him if you're dissatisfied with him, being mean to him and betraying his trust are probably the ones that'd hurt him the most.
❣ What makes them blush/gets their heart pounding?
Everything.
Shameless flirting: Oh god, if there's one thing Azul is not prepared for it's this. Just offhandedly hitting on him when you two are hanging out together or meet in school is surely a way to make him a flustered mess.
Affection: Azul isn't used to physical affection and his relationship experience is most likely 0 so in the beginning of the relationship as he gets used to receiving affection he's definitely gonna blush quite a few times. First kisses? His cheeks turned pink. Cuddling with you for the first time? He's flustered and awkwardly wraps his arms around you. Neck kisses? Congratulations, Azul.exe has stopped working.
Being called beautiful / handsome etc.: He never expects this but he appreciates so much. Give this man a confidence boost, he deserves it.
💕 Their future goals in a relationship? How far do they want to take it?
Azul doesn't trust people easily and lets them into his heart, so when he starts dating you, he does so with the intention of making it last. Of course he knows that relationships don't always work out and that few people stay with their first love, but he wants to hope you'll be around to grow old with him. Also I think Azul does want to get married one day. However when it comes to planning his future, Azul is probably one of the most flexible characters in the cast.
💞 How do you win their heart?
Be patient with him. Show him support and that he can lean on you, even if it might take him a while to actually take you up on the offer. Don't shy away from showing him that he's important to you and what you like about him. Make a move towards him. While Azul definitely understands being anxious and nervous about approaching someone you like, he'd be touched by seeing that he means enough to you for you to just be upfront about your feelings for him.
💓 How do they act when they realize they're in love/have a crush?
Not much different than usually. It's really hard to notice Azul has a crush if you don't happen to be Jade witnessing how his gaze lingers on you when he thinks no one's looking. The most that changes is that Azul spends more time around you and asks you more questions about yourself, which could also be interpreted as him just trying to be your friend or wanting to make a profit. So unless you specifically try to prompt some reactions from him, you probably won't notice.
💗 How do they show affection?
Lots of kisses and cuddles. He just seeks your company, asks you to spend time with him and invites you over when he's free. He also stops by at your club or classroom to pay you a short visit during a break and give you a kiss.
💖 Do they like PDA or are they a private person?
Azul is not nearly as clingy in public as he is in private but he doesn't mind a few quick kisses, having an arm wrapped around you or holding your hand in public.
💘 Do they take the time to learn more about their crush by talking/asking or observing?
Absolutely. Azul takes his time to learn things about people in general. He wouldn't have fallen for you as much as he did if he hadn't previously done that. And he'd definitely talk to you more and ask you questions once he realizes his feelings for you, so he can plan how to best approach you and also estimate how you might react to a confession.
💝 Are they more likely to fall for someone if they're friends first?
Definitely. I think the precondition for Azul to fall for anyone is that he feels comfortable around the person. Well, more comfortable than usually that is. So it's likely that he'd consider the person a friend first before he explores any romantic compability or emotions. Or you're like Kalim and just one day declared him your friend and refused to stop caring about him.
❌ Are they scared of being in love?
It's not like Azul is scared of being in love. He's more scared of being rejected and ridiculed. If there's any member in the main cast who has been the unfortunate victim of a childhood crush pretending to like him "as a prank" and then proceed to make fun of him, it's Azul. This is probably a fear of his when it comes to opening up to a crush.
🔍 Do they ask for advice or just deal with their crush on their own?
He would love to deal with his crush on his own if it weren't for Jade giving him advice to tease him all the time.
♒ Do they end up checking to see if their signs are compatible? Or maybe do they do 'love-tests' (enter in your name and see if you're meant for each other kind of thing)?
No but Azul would manipulate a conversation with someone who is curious about these things (probably Cater) to prompt them to whip out a love calculator or synastry report and enter various people into it, for the sole purpose of seeing how you'd react to being matched with him.
🎇 Are the feelings they have like a whirlwind or are they able to keep it under control?
Again, as long as you don't prompt him to get flustered, he's very calm and collected. He may be screaming on the inside but you won't notice any of it.
⭐ Do they believe that soulmates exist?
He didn't at first. He hates relying on something like luck or fate after all. But as time went on and you stayed together, the thought sometimes crosses his mind that maybe it was just meant to be. He still doesn't actively believe in the existence of soulmates though.
🌹 Are they likely to say 'i love you' first?
Oh hell no. Something serious would need to happen for Azul to just tell you he loves you if you never said it before. He's too scared of your reaction. A big thing with Azul is steering conversation and situations in a way that prompts you to say the things he wants to hear or give the types of affection he wants to receive, so he can reciprocate it, rather than having to initiate.
🌸 How often do they say I love you'?
He adjusts to you in that regard. He knows there's people who believe it loses its meaning if said too much. He'd definitely tell you a lot if he knows you don't mind or even better, are happy to hear it, even if it's been quite a few times in the past hours.
💐 Do they enjoy giving compliments or do they like getting them more? What kind of compliments do they give/like?
He likes both but I feel like receiving compliments just means a lot to him and makes him very happy. He appreciates all of them but receiving any praise about the things he's insecure about makes him especially soft. As for giving compliments, it really depends on the atmosphere. It's either the casual ones he tends to give people accompanied by a small chuckle or if you're in a very intimate or emotional situation he'd bring up something more meaningful and special.
🌺 Do they like to tease their significant other?
Not really. Unless you like to tease him. Then he eventually tries to take revenge and make you just as flustered.
🍀 What's their love language?
Out of the classical 5? Giving quality time and physical touch and receiving words of affirmation. But Azul's love for you also shows in trusting you with his feelings and worries. It takes him a long long time to get to that point but if he freely tells you about how he's feeling when you ask or comes to you when he's feeling down, you can see he genuinely loves you very much.
🌼 How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?
Azul views his s/o as someone who goes through life with him. You build each other up whenever you need it and in an ideal case there's a lot of mutual support and emotional intimacy. For Azul the person he loves is where he can unwind after a tough day and someone who gives him comfort by just being around him, even if you both do different things.
🥀 How do they act when falling out of love?
I think he'd talk that out with you. For Azul to just fall out of love with someone there's probably a reason for why it happened and he sees no need to beat around the bush or pretend everything is fine.
🌻 Will they do anything for their s/o? Will the crocodile tears win them over or are they stubborn on not giving in?
Azul would do a lot for his s/o but you can't expect to win him over with fake tears and exaggerations. I feel like he'd be a little angry if you tried to do that. If you're genuinely upset and crying however, he definitely does what he can to make you feel better.
💋 How do they kiss?
Azul's kisses are always full of emotion, even if it's just the small pecks he gives you in between classes. They're a silent reminder that he's grateful to have you in his life and that he loves you. He adores long and slow kisses though. He'd gently cup one of your cheeks with his hand and his thumb caresses your face as his tongue swirls around yours. Azul loves to take his sweet time when it comes to kissing you so at the end of the day he usually holds you close to him and spends some time just spoiling you with kisses. He whispers "I love you" in between them occasionally and you can feel him smiling into the kiss.
👁 What's their favorite part of their s/o?
Everything. Okay seriously, I don't really see Azul as someone who cares much what his partner looks like. He seems like the type to only start noticing a bunch of details about you he finds beautiful the more he falls in love with you as a person. He loves so many things about you, from your personality to your behavior to the way you look, it's hard for him to just pinpoint a favorite part of you. He fell for you as a whole and often when you look into a mirror you'll find him standing next to you or wrapping his arms around you from behind, smiling to himself. He thinks you fit together and look good as a couple and he's so proud to have you by his side.
👀 Are they protective?
Not unless he knows a situation is too much for you. Usually he trusts that you can handle yourself. He's there to support you when you ask for his help but if he thinks you'll be fine he doesn't really interfere or try to protect you.
🤧 How far will they go to take care of their sick s/o?
The most he'll do is send you to the infirmary even if you complain or check in with you during his breaks, bringing you tea and talking to you for a while. Azul has a business to run and classes to attend so that comes first even if you're sick. But as soon as he got his responsibilities out of the way, he takes the rest of the day to stay by your side and attend to your needs, making sure you feel a little better by the time you go to sleep.
☠ How do they react when they find out their s/o is dead?
Oh god, the angst 😭. He'd be so heartbroken. All that trust he built up? Gone. Losing you hits him so hard that it'll take him ages to let someone in again. He grieves for a long time and he'll struggle to keep working and carry on with his routine every day.
🥳 How do they cheer their s/o up when they're down?
Azul is good with words so he knows the right things to say to make you feel a little better. He's also very observant and attentive so he knows what usually works to cheer you up. He gives you your favorite types of affection, cooks you your favorite food and spends time with you to distract you. If he's busy he lets you stay in the VIP room with him and lets you sit on his lap while he does his paperwork, occasionally pressing a kiss to your lips.
😱 What makes them worry about their s/o the most?
First and foremost of course actual danger to your wellbeing. That's a given. Aside from that I think Azul, much to his disliking, worries fast and struggles to move on with his day until he has confirmation that you're alright. There's some things that he can get worried about on the regular, including:
You're bothered by your past or insecurities: Mostly because he can relate to this and knows how much it can ruin your day. He doesn't want you to go through these problems he knows so well and whether it's waking up from nightmares or struggling to focus on your studies and put anxious thoughts aside, Azul will be there to provide the reassurance and support you need.
Not knowing whether you're safe and well: Please for the love of the sea witch, send this man a text message if you're going somewhere and arrived at your destination or made it home safe, so his mind doesn't run risk of circling around thoughts like "What if y/n had a car accident?". Because unlike Vil, he's not going to call you or text you if he's worried, he's just gonna suffer in silence.
🥰 How often do they stare lovingly at their s/o?
When he's pining after you, all the time. The twins tease him to no end about this. After getting together with you it's more like he occasionally glances at you from the side while you're doing something casual like writing things down in class or scrolling through Magicam and he smiles lovingly.
😎 How do they impress their s/o?
Azul usually tries to impress with his knowledge. Azul's partner would be someone he can easily talk to and he tends to throw a lot of little facts he learnt into his conversations. He's very smart so he has a lot of interesting things to say. He also may pay more attention to his outfits when he has feelings for you and try to impress you with being well-dressed and having good manners.
😆 How do they make their s/o laugh?
Azul usually doesn't try to make you laugh, nor does he crack jokes very often. If you're laughing, it's usually about him getting flustered. Other than that the two of you tend to laugh together about the things that happen around you; the shenanigans of other students, funny things the teachers say in class or a funny post you found on Magicam. Azul only actively tries to make you laugh if you need some cheering up. In that case he's capable of some snarky comments about the teachers or people you don't like.
🏵 Do they enjoy Valentine's Day?
Before you know about his feelings for you, Azul uses Valentine's Day as a tool to get closer to you. An excuse to have conversations about love with you, to "accidentally" get matched with you for some Valentine's Day traditions and to be a little romantic with you without it coming off as weird. That aside, as stated before, I headcanon Azul as a romantic so I think he'll keep up celebrating Valentine's Day with you even after you get together. It's an excuse for him to spend a little extra time with you and spoil you more.
🎫 How do they celebrate their s/o's birthday and how would they like theirs to be celebrated with them?
Azul and you definitely attend each other's birthday parties at NRC but you always make a point to spend some quality time together afterwards. He lets you pick what you want to do for your birthday and usually goes along with it. After the guests have left he definitely wants some alone time with you, which usually involves sharing dinner and taking a nice walk together and making out with him
🎀 Are they likely to fall for someone first or is it the other way around?
Really depends on how fast you fall for people and how well you get along with him from the get go. If you get to know him and you're nice and open to him right from the start I don't think it'll take him very long to fall for you. He's not a love at first sight person but he can fall for someone in a matter of a few weeks if you just fit together very well. It's trusting you and actually opening up to you about his feelings that he struggles with and could potentially take ages.
💌 Do they send loving/cutesy texts to their s/o?
He definitely makes a point to let you know he misses you and loves you and occasionally texts you a compliment when you're not around. You won't go long periods of time without being reassured that Azul's thinking of you when you're away.
🗡 Do they try to be a good influence on their s/o or do they not care?
In an ideal case Azul does not care because you won't need him to be a good influence on you. He'd only try to do that if he sees you repeatedly making terrible life decisions or failing to take care of your responsibilities.
🎉 Are they a fan of nicknames? Do they prefer cutesy, traditional or silly ones?
Now I know I'm probably in the minority when I say I can't really picture Azul calling his s/o "angelfish", but I think most of the time he'd just call you by your name or a short version for it, because he has grown to love your name and he likes the way it sounds when he says it. Other than that he tends to call you "my dear" or "love".
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i just reread ll (after seeing that yoongi pic on twt..... loml) AND UGH IM SO MAD AT THAT FIGHT WHY DID HE SAY THAT AND OH MY GOD WHERE IS OC SLEEPING OMG DID SHE STAY THE NIGHT AT TAEHYUNGS (not like that ..... nasties 😑) WHATS GOING ON. WHAT IS JUNGKOOK GONNA DO WHEN YOONGI OR SEOKJIN FIND HIM WHAT IF YOONGI KILLS HIM OR SMTH
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you leave jungkook alone in your dorm after a fight — but at the same time, he gets left alone with yoongi and jin, who still aren't sure what to think of him especially now
aka part two of the ll couple's first fight
"i think i'm gonna crash."
seokjin yawns and says out loud without the knowledge that he's speaking out loud, his hands fumbling for the dorm keys amongst the numerous keychains he has a knack for collecting
"you drank one cup of coffee, jin," yoongi snorts because as far as he recalls two hours ago, jin even made him drink his remaining coffee because he couldn't take any more
yeah well sCREW jin for trying to stay awake the whole day alright!!!! he made a roadtrip out of scouring each individual part he wanted to add to his fancy PC setup he's been saving a pretty penny for
he doesn't say it at all but yoongi carries immense happiness in tagging along with errands even if it serves him no purpose <3 sometimes he just likes being a keychain to his best friends and he's happy!!
"yeah, hot coffee — the worst," jin elaborates his dislike for hot coffee even if both you and yoongi heard it a hundred times before
he's noisily trying to find the right key and he's surprised you haven't woken up and just oPENED the door for them, but he's cluelessly and thoroughly entertaining yoongi aka the guy who hAS his own key yet refuses to use just so that he could see his friend suffering some more
at this point, your neighbors probably think you’re getting robbed but thankfully jin finally manages to put in the right key, a satisfactory sigh leaving him when it finally clicks and turns the right way
the dorm is dark and noT dim like what they’re used to, probably something to be blamed to the hellfire of rain that’s going on outside
jin’s carelessly removing his shoes by his own feet, only stopping when yoongi harshly pinches him on the side before he does it to himselF on the inside of his arm
“ow! what was-“
he soothes the sore spot on his side because yoongi can reallyyyyyy put his two fingers close without pinching and therefore make it hurt even more, eyes all around the place before it stops on a familiar figure
a familiar figure, sure. welcome? not exactly.
"huh. you're still here? are you staying the night?"
seokjin asks out loud to jungkook who’s standing by himself beside the couch with his hands bunched, worried eyes fixed on them
"where's y/n?"
yoongi asks and it’s made evident how the both of them have different intentions to acquire for, but they all boil down to you nonetheless
jungkook’s throat dries because it hasn’t even been an hour that he’s left alone in yoor dorm, not expecting it either that your two friends would come home this quick
"that's the thing,” he mumbles and yoongi picks it up first, slithering around jin to confirm if he’s really hearing jungkook
what does he mEAN that’s the thing???
"y/n left."
jungkook’s with the two of them now but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel cornered even if the two of them are positioned as if they’re trapping him
he feels more alone than he is cornered, fresh tears stinging at the back of his eyes that he doesn’t want to show yoongi nor jin
"what did you just say?" yoongi asks more in confusion than in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at your boyfriend
"why would she leave at this hour and at this weather? not to mention, leave you alone with us."
jin raises a valid point to put into everyone’s head how bizarre the situation is and not to spook jungkook out, but it sounds like the latter to him which is why he snorts at the startled look
"calm down, kid. we're not gonna rough you up if that's what you're thinking," he reminds him because they’re not tHAT unhinged when it comes to you, walking to the refrigerator to down the nearest water bottle, ".... not unless??"
he still carries a playful edge to him because as much as he’s worried about you, atleast one of the three of them in this room should be far from having a breakdown to level the others
yoongi’s not done with his questioning streak because he presses further, sitting at the couch in your exact seat that makes jungkook gulp
god it’s now just hitting him that you left
"why did she leave?"
"w-we fought."
there’s slight hesitance in his tone because he’s not exactly surE if he should be telling that he fought with you to your friends, but he sets aside the possible consequences because after all, it’s you that they’re conversing about
yoongi nods to himself, having a hunch that the both of you must’ve fought and when he looks up at him, he only belatedly realizes that your boyfriend’s now blonde
"what did you do?"
he goes straight for it, startling jungkook
he’s not necessarily offended that yoongi asked him what he did because if you ask him, this is really aLL his fault
"i-i'll get to that but uh shouldn't we look for y/n first?"
...
..... okay that was understandable
yoongi knows where he’s coming from, nodding to acknowledge him
"not the first time this happened," he admits quietly and that leaves jungkook speechless, watching him intently which is why it made sense that yoongi’s not out of his mind panicking just like he is, "y/n left the dorm when she and seokjin fought."
yoongi says it even quieter and jungkook gets why, because as low as his mumble went, seokjin still managed to hear it
it must’ve been a sore spot that jin doesn’t want to tell him all about, atleast right now, because he looks down to his feet as if he’s been burnt
"it was a serious fight, but it was long ago,” he mumbles under his breath and the reminder of their fight which he’s tried to bury in the back of his head throws him off his feet slightly, “she doesn't really leave when it's just a petty fight or something."
yoongi somberly smiles at jin as some sort of apology for bringing it up, not wanting to put salt on the wounds as he just redirects his attention to jungkook
"i'm asking you for the last time, jungkook — what did you do?"
there’s no direct pressure behind his words but the three of them know that it would drastically help if he just said so
there’s no moral compass that he tries to steer because he himself wants to tell yoongi and jin, even if it means having to put the little respect and love they have for him on the line
jungkook doesn’t sugarcoat and retells all the way from what happened with the hoseok situation until he finishes with what happened merely an hour ago, almost scared to look up at the both of them
jin humorlessly chuckles and shakes his head to himself, still perched against the kitchen counter
"low fucking blow, kid."
surprisingly, yoongi became the lenient one
jungkook’s head aches because the two of them switched attitudes in a matter of minutes!!!! jin is the one that sounds like he hates being in the same room as him and yoongi is the one that tolerates hin generally
he could oNLY assume that the retelling of the events must’ve hit jin one way or another, somehow connected to what the two of you fought about long ago
yoongi takes the liberty to speak after jin’s remark, nudging jungkook by the knee to sit beside him
"y/n's hurt, of course, because as much as she had flings and casual fucks and whatnot," he trails around but doesn’t look to jungkook who’s wide-eyed thy he’s even letting him sit beside him, “you're her first boyfriend."
...
....
...... what
“i am?”
jungkook asks in confusion and the regret creeps up to him not a second later, the ringing in his ears blocking out the rain and even jin’s announcement that he’ll call you
he nods and kook knows that he’s not only saying this to pull at his tail, simply because he’s aware that yoongi doesn’t joke around with him
with jin entering his room to call you, that leaves him alone with yoongi and it barely registers in his head that this is the first time it’s only the two of them after that time when he threatened to give him a knuckle sandwich and the sort
"was starting to entertain and like the idea of you in y/n's life — our lives, y'know?"
yoongi initiates conversation and kook gets startled even more, tripping over his words because he can’t grasp at the situation fully
"i'm sorry, yoongi. i-i really am."
"hate to say this but," he clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue, fiddling with his bracelets, "i know you are."
???
jungkook’s confusion at your friend’s words is what distracts him from his remorse, not believing his ears
yoongi believes him??? he knOws that he actually feels sorry for having done what he did??
"y/n doesn't like being accused, i think no one really does," he starts off carefully, “it's not my story to tell but it's for you to understand that y/n, y'know...."
jungkook swallows the lump on his throat for whatever yoongi’s gonna say next, a furrow in his brow as he chooses his words
“she doesn't come from a past wherein assurance is at face value,” he clears his throat, "that's all i can tell you."
jungkook nods and he tries to contain his thoughts because he doesn’t want to assume. he’s only gonna take what you give and he’ll willingly wait for that time you tell him all about his past
he does have a clue about your family because he asked that one time if he’d be meeting your parents because you’re a senior and you’re graduating soon, but you only shaked your head no and said “yoongs and jin are enough” for your ceremony
yoongi feels sorry, but he’s not sure for who :(
all he knows is that his heart aches, even if it’s for the boy in front of him that he swore he’d hate, but is now unconsciously worming his way into his heart
he’s no stranger to what jungkook feels because he felt the same type of territoriality and the insecurity that came along with it — the one he used to have over you, in that platonic soulmate sense he didn’t realize at the time
"it's not my place to tell you either, but sooner or later, insecurity will consume you, jungkook."
the guy in question nods eagerly because yoongi manages to address the struggle he has in his mind, acknowledging the issue at-hand fully
"y/n can't baby you forever,” yoongi sighs, “but you can't be ditched whenever she feels like it either."
:O
did...
did yoongi just take his side.....
jungkook kNOWS in the back of his head that yoongi’s neutral, but it all just registers in his head that for the first time, yoongi’s on his side, even in a sense
"talk it out. just sleep in her room for the meantime. fix it in the morning,” he starts to gather himself to stand, pausing to look at jungkook in the eye, "i'd hate to see my soulmate hurting."
the thing is, jungkook knows that yoongi’s your soulmate :-)
you told him that once and as much as you explained that it was only platonic, jungkook quickly understood it, much to your surprise
he knows he doesn’t know the entirety of you, but he knows that when he looks at yoongi, he’s looking at you too :)
yoongi gives him the ghost of a smile, making jungkook blink twice
"sooner or later, the two of us need to talk."
jungkook’s contented with that, smiling back at him
"good night, yoongi."
"good night, jungkook."
( ♡ )
ok.,.,.
“don’t come home, it’s pouring. or go back to your dorm, whatever. i don’t care.”
okay you dO in fact care!!!
it’s been more or less two hours since you left the dorm and you know this because jungkook’s been texting you without fail, only stopping twenty minutes ago that makes you look at the time
it’s 11 o’clock :O
either he’s asleep like he usually would be at this time, or he walked home
in fact, you don’t even know if jungkook is still at your dorm
your phone rings all of a sudden that it makes you flinch, scrambling to see who it was and you don’t know if it’s disappointment or relief coating you when you saw that it was jin
"and where is my favorite girl at this time of the night?"
you could only chuckle as you share a glance with the person whose dorm you crashed in, sending an eager greeting with his mouth full
"i'm at taehyung's. we're eating brownies right now."
when you knocked on tae’s door just two hours ago, the only thing he greeted you with was with a towel!!
he didn’t ask why you’re practically soaked in front of his doorstep because for whatever it is, it must probably be in good reason
truth be told, you didn’t even knOw where you were supposed to go but then tae popped into your head as the only sane person you know that would let you in at this time of the night without prior notice
it was a simple “jungkook and i fought.” to which he only nodded to, turned on the tv for you, and started baking brownies
"mhmm. what kind?"
you chew on the chocolate fudge, slightly chuckling at what jin’s insinuating
"the kind that doesn't leave you disoriented."
he hums at that and you could picture him swiveling on his gaming chair he bought just a week ago, his phone tucked to his ear closely
"the same kind that makes you able enough to come home tonight?"
"yeah,” you breathlessly agree, fiddling with the matching bracelet you have with jungkook, “same kind."
you could only assume now that they've seen jungkook and he's still saying there, all alone but with them
your heart warms at the thought that indirectly, jin’s making you come home to reunite you with jungkook, knowing that there’s an impending conversation sooner or later
"want me to pick you up? you'll get a cold."
"i'll borrow tae's umbrella. i'll come home when we finish the brownies."
the both of you know that it’s code for you just wanting a little more time before you come back, and also because you really wanna dO finish the brownies that tae warmly made for yoy
"mkay," jin smiled at your response, "i'll lock the door but just send me a text and i'll open it for you."
"won't you be sleeping?"
"i'll stay up. i'm not sleepy."
jin replies just as quick, a complete 180 to what he said when he initially came home that he wanted to crash because of the hot coffee he drank
you wordlessly thank him and he acknowledges it, happy to atleast know that you heeded his concern for you to come home tonight
"get home safe. love you."
it’s not only minutes later than you thank taehyung immensely and promise to take him to the aquarium as your thanks, finding yourself in your dorm that seokjin ushers you into with a peck on your head
you rush to your room and you’re greeted with the airconditioning turned on, seeing a lump beneath your comforter that you automatically know it’s jungkook sleeping
you're still damp from the rain but you change quickly to the first set of clothes you can grab from your drawers, not wasting a second longer
you sneak into your own bed, the same one that’s carrying jungkook
his sleep hasn’t even been the deepest and the moment he feels a shuffle beside him, he’s woken up immediately
“i’m here.”
jungkook realizes it’s you with the way your voice is soft and the way you hold his arm when you climb into the covers, wordlessly embracing him from behind
"i'm sorry. it's all my fault,” he says sincerely as he turns his body so he could face you, caging you in with his arm
"i'm sorry i stormed out on you."
he feels you nuzzle to the crook of his neck and it calms him down, the familiar scent of you enough to make his eyes close without fear
it only hits you now that this is the first time the two of you cuddle, much less share a bed
"love you."
it’s barely audible but it leaves you nonetheless, not expecting a reply in return but you get one anyways from a sleepy yet overwhelmingly-content jungkook
"i love you the most."
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as always, lmk what you think!! i love answering asks :D what do you want to see from the lunchbox lovers next? send them here <3
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Magnolias in Springtime
Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Arranged marriage!AU, ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, fluff, smut, and just a smidge of angst 
Warnings: Talks of arranged marriages, brief mention of polygamy (nothing comes of it, promise lol), oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, knotting 
Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet​! I really hope you guys enjoy it! P.S: There will also be a part two to this fic so stayed tuned for that!
Prompt: While their parents discuss behind closed doors the terms of their arranged marriage to each other, they meet in the blooming garden to go over their own conditions.
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Your pack was your entire life.
Growing up as what some of the elders in your pack referred to as the spoiled only child of the Pack Alpha and the Pack Omega, you were doted on by everyone. As a child, you marveled at the Alphas when they brought back the animals that they had haunted for the pack’s dinner and now as an adult, you were having Alphas dedicate those kills to you as a sign of intention to marriage. 
As a child, you tried to take notes on how the Betas seemed to be able to de-escalate any and all types of conflict, always seeming to have a solution that would placate everyone. Now that you were an adult, you found yourself going to those same Betas whenever you had conflicts with your parents or your best friends, because you knew that they would understand you. 
As a child, you thought that it was the coolest thing when you watched the Omegas essentially hold the pack together. They were the ones who gave birth, they were the ones who mostly took on child rearing and cooking (even though the Alphas and Betas in your pack always helped out as well), and they were always there when you happened to skin your knee as a child or just needed comfort. Once you became an adult and presented, you found yourself gravitating more towards the Omegas as you were also one now, and they took you under their wings as you learned just what it really meant to be an Omega. 
So in short, you loved your pack and you were extremely grateful for everything that they had taught you. Oddly enough, that gratefulness is exactly how you ended up in this situation. 
“We really appreciate the fact that you’re doing this for us Y/N,” your Alpha father, Byung-hoon told you as he, you, and your mother Deiji waited on the edge of the Kim Pack’s territory. 
“I told you that it’s fine Daddy,” you muttered, bouncing yourself up and down on the tips of your toes.
“Taking on this huge responsibility for our pack isn’t fine, but we’re grateful that you’re willing to do it,” Deiji said. Instead of answering her though, you decided to change the subject.
“Their territory really is beautiful,” you pointed out as you looked around, seeing multiple bushes of plum blossoms and azaleas. “At least I’ll have something pretty to look forward to once I move here.”
“That you will,” a deep voice added and when you turned around, you saw a large, muscular man walking towards you and following behind him was an almost equally tall woman who was easily one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. 
“Ah, hello Pack Alpha Ho-jin,” your father bowed and you and your mother followed his lead, holding the bow for a few seconds before straightening up again. 
“Hello Pack Alpha Byung-hoon,” Ho-jin replied as he and the woman bowed as well. “This is my wife, Pack Omega Eun Kyung.”
“Nice to meet you all,” Eun Kyung smiled. 
“This is my wife, Pack Omega Deiji and this is our daughter, Y/N,” Byung-hoon introduced.
“Hello,” Deiji smiled.
“Hello,” you echoed, even though your smile was a bit more forced than your mother’s.
“Oh, you are absolutely gorgeous,” Eun Kyung gushed as she stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing your hands. “Our son is a lucky man.”
“I’m sure that I am lucky as well, Pack Omega,” you replied.
“Please, call me Eun Kyung,” she corrected you. “I am going to be your mother-in-law soon.”
“Speaking of, where is Namjoon?” Your father wondered.
“He went off hunting with some of the other Alphas and Betas in our pack,” Ho-jin explained. “We plan on having a very big feast in order to celebrate their impending nuptials and he decided to go and try to find some extra meat.”
“Yeah, or to avoid meeting the wife that he doesn’t want,” you thought to yourself.
“He sounds like he’ll be an amazing provider and Alpha,” your mother smiled.
“Well, why don’t we all go into my office so that we can go over the terms and conditions of their marriage?” Ho-jin suggested before turning to look at you. “Y/N-ah, feel free to look around our territory and get a feel of the place. This will be your home soon, after all.”
“Of course,” you nodded. “Thank you.” After receiving a kiss on your head from your father and a pat on the hand from your mother, you watched silently as the four of them walk away together. As soon as they were out of sight, you let out a large rush of breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding. Even though you weren’t completely excited about this arrangement, your inner Omega wanted the parents of your future husband to like you and after meeting them, you were happy that you could seemingly not have that to worry about. 
Deciding to take your future father-in-law’s advice, you walked away from the front of their territory and ventured around. You were amazed at how vast their territory seemed to be in comparison to your pack’s, large buildings and houses searching as far as your eyes could see. As you walked, you took notice of what seemed to be a schoolhouse, a building that seemed to be a sort of meeting hall, and even a building that looked like a store front with mannequins in the window.
The thing that caught your attention though, was a large archway that was covered in gorgeous magnolia flowers. When you stepped over to it, you gasped at what laid behind it: A large wall full of nothing but magnolias stood a few feet beyond the arch, a small bench placed in front of it. 
“Gorgeous,” you whispered in awe as you stepped over to the wall, reaching out and gently touching the flowers. 
“Who are you?” A deep voice called out and you jumped up a little, your heart almost beating out of your chest as you turned around to find the source of the voice. Standing right underneath the archway, was a tall, tan skinned man whose presence seemed to command attention. 
“I-I’m Y/N L/N,” you replied, still feeling a little hesitant and the man’s eyes widened. 
“You’re Y/N?” He wondered and you nodded your head. “Well, you’re a lot prettier than I thought you’d be.”
“I’m sorry, who are you?” You questioned. 
“I’m Kim Namjoon,” he said, smiling at the soft gasp that escaped you. “Your future husband.”
“Oh,” was all you could utter in response because holy shit, your future husband was hot.
“Where are your parents?” Namjoon asked as he stepped closer to you. “I assume that you didn’t come here alone.”
“Um, they’re talking to your parents about the ‘terms and conditions’ of our marriage,” you told him and he scoffed out a laugh.
“Of course they are,” he chuckled as he took a seat on the small bench. “Well, I think that while they’re doing that, you and I should probably go over our own terms and conditions.”
“Our own?” You echoed as you sat down on the bench as well.
“Seeing as though we’re both fundamentally being forced into this, I figure that there’s things that you don’t want and that you do want,” he said. 
“That’s..true, I guess,” you nodded. “You go first.”
“Well, seeing as though you weren’t raised in this pack, I’d like for you to learn the ways of the pack and just be a proper wife,” he began.
“I’ve been learning about your pack since the discussions of a possible arrangement started,” you told him. “I have to wonder though, what exactly is your definition of a ‘proper’ wife.”
“Basically, just keeping house, cooking and cleaning,” he elaborated. “As my father plans to step down once we’re married, I’ll be too busy running the pack.”
“Well, sorry to burst your bubble but I wasn’t raised to be a docile Omega and I don’t plan on becoming one once we’re married,” you huffed.
“Why not? I mean, surely you don’t expect to run the pack with me?” He laughed.
“Actually, that’s exactly what I expect,” you smiled. 
“How can you expect to lead this pack when they don’t know you?” He asked.
“Since I’m going to be here for the rest of my life, then they’ll have every opportunity to get to know me,” you shrugged. 
“We’ll talk more about that one later,” Namjoon sighed. “Anything that you wanted specifically?”
“I know that your pack is going to be providing aid to mines once we’re married and as much as I plan on being involved in this pack, I also hope that you don't expect me to never see my pack again,” you said. 
“That’s the custom when you marry into another pack though,” Namjoon pointed out. “Plus, no offense or anything, but your pack is broke in terms of both money and resources and I don’t imagine there to be much to even go back to.”
“I am my parent’s only child and my pack is very close knit so I’d love to still be able to see them and for them to come see me,” you continued. “At least three or four times a year.”
“Alright, I guess that’s reasonable,” he relented. “Especially under these circumstances.”
“Thank you,” you smiled. 
“Oh, another thing,” he said suddenly. “I know that this marriage isn’t exactly something that either of us want but you cannot have any...uh, lovers on the side.”
“I’d never do something like that,” you frowned. “But I hope you know that the same goes for you.”
“That’s fine,” Namjoon nodded. “It’s not my style anyways.”
“In addition to that, I read your pack’s history and the whole taking more than one Omega as a wife thing isn’t going to fly with me,” you stated firmly.
“It’s tradition though,” he shot back. “Every leader of this pack throughout its’ history has had more than one spouse.”
“Your father doesn’t,” you pointed out. 
“Because he didn’t want one.”
“And you do?” You demanded to know and Namjoon just chuckled.
“You really meant that whole not a docile Omega thing, huh?” He wondered and you nodded while smirking. 
“You’re going to be Pack Alpha,” you said. “You have the authority to change tradition.”
“Fine, no additional Omegas,” he agreed. “I hope that means you’re going to be willing to have lots of pups then, since that’s what the whole multiple Omegas rule was for.”
“How many?” 
“At least 5,” he replied and you just laughed.
“5 is a pretty big number coming from a man who’s not going to be pushing them out,” you giggled. “Two, at most.”
“Three?” Namjoon bargained and after thinking for a few seconds, you nodded your head. 
“Deal,” you answered. “Anything else?”
“Just one more,” he added. “No roses at our wedding.”
“What? Why?”
“They’re overrated and cliché,” he shrugged. 
“What about magnolias?” You asked. “Those are my favorites.”
“I like those,” he smiled.
“Well, it’s settled then,” you announced. “No roses.”
“You know, this marriage thing is easier than I thought,” Namjoon said thoughtfully, making you giggle at him. “Do you have anything else you wanted to bring up?”
“Nope,” you shook your head. “I’m good.”
“Shake on it?” He extended his hand out to you and you let him grab onto yours, shaking each other’s hands. 
“Namjoon?” A deep voice called out and Namjoon sighed heavily. 
“That’s my dad,” Namjoon told you. “Should we head out there?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, standing up and waiting for Namjoon to do the same before the two of you walked back towards the front of their territory. As you did so, you couldn’t help but to Namjoon hadn’t let go of your hand the entire time.
“Ah, I see that the two of you met and are getting along!” Ho-jin announced happily.
“I’d say that we are,” Namjoon nodded as he looked down at you, and you nodded as well. 
“Well, why don’t we all move into our house?” Eun Kyung suggested. “We can have dinner and get to each other more.” After receiving nods all around, the group of you began to move towards the large cluster of houses that were a few yards away from where you were currently standing. As you let Namjoon lead you, you thought that maybe all of this actually wouldn’t be so bad. 
..........................................
A few days later, your time visiting Namjoon’s pack was winding down. After the first day, your father had happily told you that the negotiations between him and Namjoon’s father went off without a hitch and that the wedding could move forward immediately so the last few days of your visit had been spent planning your wedding.
“So maybe you and Namjoon can have your ceremony closer to the evening?” Eun Kyung suggested. “So that way we can move right into the reception afterwards.” You, her and your mom were currently in the dining room of Ho-jin and Eun Kyung’s house, going over some wedding details.
“That’s a good idea,” Deiji concurred. 
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Having the ceremony around 5pm sounds good.”
“Great,” Eun Kyung smiled as she wrote some things down onto the notepad that was on the table in front of her. “A later ceremony will hopefully ease some of the anxiety you’ll have that day.”
“Anxiety?” You asked.
“About your wedding night,” Eun Kyung clarified and your eyes widened. “When Ho-jin and I got married, we had our ceremony in the early afternoon and I was so nervous waiting for the reception to come because I knew what was going to happen afterwards and I had never been to bed with anyone before.”
“Oh,” you murmured. Of course, you knew that it was expected that you’d have sex with Namjoon on your wedding night and if it were up to your parents and Namjoon’s parents, get pregnant immediately but you had done your best not to actually think about it.
“Anyways, I think maybe roses for the flowers,” Deiji changed the subject and you gave her a small smile in thanks. 
“Oh, that would be gorgeous,” Eun Kyung gasped. “Namjoon’s grandmother actually has a garden full of red roses and I’m sure that she won’t mind us using some.”
“Actually, no roses,” you spoke up and both older women looked at you.
“I thought you liked roses, Y/N-ah,” Deiji said.
“I do, but Namjoon doesn’t,” you explained. “We agreed on magnolias instead.”
“You both agreed?” Deiji repeated and you nodded your head, making her smile. “That’s great.”
“You know, it’s so nice to see you actually trying to make the best of this whole thing Y/N,” Eun Kyung said. “I know it’s not ideal and you could be fighting this tooth and nail but the fact that you’re not says a lot about your character.”
“Thank you,” you smiled lightly. 
“Alright, magnolias it is,” Eun Kyung muttered as she wrote that down onto her notepad as well. Before the conversation could continue any further though, there was a sudden knock and when you looked up, you saw Namjoon standing in the door way to the dining room. 
“Hey, you all back from hunting so soon?” Eun Kyung wondered, referring to how Ho-jin, Namjoon, and Byung-hoon had decided to go off and hunt right after lunch. 
“Animals weren’t really out,” Namjoon shrugged. “Dad wanted to show Pack Alpha Byung-hoon our warehouse and I decided to come back here to spend time with Y/N.”
“With me?” You echoed in awe and Namjoon nodded.
“I wanted to show you around a little more, if you’re willing,” he offered. Before answering, you looked over at your mother who immediately waved her hands at you.
“Go, go,” she encouraged you. “We’re here for another two days so we can pick this up again later. Right, Eun Kyung?”
“Absolutely,” she agreed, turning to look at Namjoon after. “Show her the river.”
“I got it Mom,” Namjoon chuckled. “Y/N?”
“Sure,” you replied before standing up, walking over to Namjoon and grabbing his outstretched hand. 
“We’ll be back by dinner,” he called out to your mothers before turning around and leading you through the living room and out of the house. 
“Thanks for getting me out of there,” you said as the two of you walked down the front steps and began to walk away from the cluster of houses. “All that wedding planning was starting to get to my head.”
“I figured, which is why I got out of there right after lunch,” Namjoon laughed. “But I also genuinely wanted to spend some time with you too. It feels like I haven’t had a moment alone with you since the first day you got here.”
“I think our families are making sure of that,” you pointed out. “I think they’re afraid that we may realize that we hate each other if they leave us alone together for too long.”
“I think that’s actually a great assumption,” he chuckled. “They don’t have to worry about that though, at least not on my end.”
“Mines either,” you murmured shyly. “So, where are you taking me?”
“Well, even though my mom suggested that I take you to the river, I think that there’ll be plenty of time for you to see that later,” he told you. “I actually want to show you something that I’ve been working on.”
“Cool,” you nodded as the two of you continued to walk and you noticed that he was still holding onto your hand. On their territory, there were a few different clusters of houses and Namjoon was leading you over to a different one, stopping in front of what seemed to be the largest house. 
“What do you think?” Namjoon asked and you took a second to look over the outside, liking how it was painted a light brown color, had a large porch that already had a swing attached to the ceiling of it, and a large set of stairs. 
“I think it’s beautiful,” you smiled. “You built this?”
“Yeah, for us,” he revealed and you looked over at him in shock. “What? I hope you didn’t think we’d be living with my parents once the wedding is over.”
“Namjoon, I don’t even know what to say,” you murmured in awe.
“Want to take a look inside?” Namjoon wondered, reaching down and pulling a set of keys out of his pocket. You nodded your head rapidly and he chuckled before leading you up the stairs and unlocking the front door. Walking inside, you let out another soft gasp as you looked around. 
As soon as you walked into the front door, there was a little open space which could be used to place your shoes and jackets and then a staircase that led upstairs to the second level of the house. On your left hand side, there was an archway that lead into the dining room and kitchen and then on your right hand side, there was another archway that lead into the living room and another room that Namjoon said he planned on converting into a study. Once you went upstairs, you saw that there were a total of five bedrooms and the master bedroom was the largest and complete with an en suite as well. 
“I love it,” you gushed as you turned to look at Namjoon, who was leaning up against one of the walls in what would soon be your shared bedroom. 
“I thought I’d leave the decorating up to you,” he said. “That way you’ll have control over something here.”
“Good, because I already have ideas,” you grinned, deciding to throw caution to the wind and walking over to him, not waiting for him to ask what you were doing before throwing your arms around him. He hesitated for a second before hugging you back as well, and the two of you stood there for a few seconds with your arms around each other. 
“I’m happy that you like it,” he whispered and you craned your neck in order to look up at him. 
“I really appreciate it,” you told him.
“Anything for my future wife,” he smiled and it was when he said that that you realized how close the two of you still were. You dropped your arms from around him and stepped back, forcing him to let go of you as well. Feeling your cheeks warm up from embarrassment, you turned your back towards him and walked over towards the window to look outside.
“You know Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Namjoon began. “Why did you agree to all of this?”
“What, marrying you?” You asked for clarification and Namjoon nodded.
“I mean, I know the basic reason why but I feel like there’s more to it than that,” he said. “A lot of packs run out of money and resources at some point but their leaders usually figure something out instead of marrying off their children in return for more resources.”
“True,” you sighed before turning to look at him over your shoulder. “Long story short, I don’t want my pack to die out just because of my father’s mismanagement. I love every member of my pack and they have all been so vital to how I grew up and how I’ve become the person that I am. If me marrying into another pack will guarantee that those people can continue to live comfortably, then I’ll do it.”
“That’s incredibly selfless,” Namjoon replied as he walked over to stand next to you. 
“I guess so,” you shrugged. “But to me, I’m just repaying the people who gave me so much.”
“That’s amazing Y/N,” he muttered. 
“What about you?” You reversed the question. “Why did you agree to this?”
“Well, my reasoning was a lot more selfish than yours,” he chuckled. “It’s always been my dream to lead the pack and when my father came to me a few months ago saying that he was getting ready to want to step down, I was super excited. However, it concerned him that I’m 26 and not mated to anyone yet so he made it a stipulation that I meet someone and get mated before he allows me to take over for him. Since I planned on getting married at some point in my life, that stipulation really didn’t matter to me so I agreed.”
“Ah, I guess that explains why you weren’t too keen on me wanting to run the pack with you,” you said.
“Kind of,” he shrugged. “Although, after hearing why you agreed to all of this, I have to admit that I’m reconsidering that.”
“Really?” You smiled hopefully. 
“Of course, you’ll still have to get to know the pack and our ways,” he pointed out. “But I don’t think it would be the worst thing to have you by my side.”
“Great!” You exclaimed happily and Namjoon couldn’t help but to laugh from how excited you clearly were. 
“Do you want to go look in the other bedrooms?” He suggested. “Maybe see what you might want to do with them?” 
“Mm, we don’t have to. I don’t want to overwhelm myself,” you giggled. “Why did you make so many bedrooms anyways?”
“Well, for our future children,” he confessed and you felt your cheeks immediately become hotter. 
“Oh,” you whispered. 
“Is that ok?” Namjoon wondered. “I know it might’ve been a little presumptuous of me, especially since I did it before we had our conversation about what we both wanted the other day.”
“No, no, no, it’s....it’s fine,” you shrugged. 
“Oh, I get it,” he smirked. “You haven’t been with anyone, have you?”
“Namjoon!” You shouted in surprise.
“You’re nervous,” he surmised. 
“Can you blame me?” You scoffed. “I mean, it’s already embarrassing to have basically everyone know that I’m a virgin but knowing what’s expected of us on our wedding night....it’s nerve wrecking.”
“It’s not that big of a deal Y/N,” he shrugged. 
“Aren’t you nervous?” You asked him, only to see him shake his head. “Why not?”
“Because I’ve thought about filling you with my knot since the first day that I saw you,” Namjoon confessed. “So if you let me have sex with you on our wedding night, I’d consider myself to be a very lucky man.”
“Really?” You whispered.
“Of course, but I’m not going to push you,” he told you. “If you deicide that you don’t want to, then that’s completely fine. If you do though, just know that I’ll be more willing.”
“Good to know, I guess,” you muttered, more so to yourself but Namjoon still laughed at you. 
“Cute,” he smiled widely as he reached down and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
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A month later, your wedding day had finally come. After spending a week in Namjoon’s territory, you and your parents had traveled back to your pack’s territory where you prepared for the wedding alone. The only other time that you were able to see Namjoon had been when he and his parents decided to visit your territory in order to sign the treaty that would make the connection between your two packs official. 
Fast forward to now, you were standing in the guest bedroom of Namjoon’s parents’ house, getting ready with your mom and your two best friends. 
“I really wish you would’ve let me make you a more form fitting dress Y/N-ah,” Taehyung sighed as he pullzed up the zipper on the back of your dress. Your dress was pure white, with long billowing sleeves, a scooped neckline, and a loose, long skirt with a small train. 
“You know that I hate tight clothing,” you pointed out. “This feels more like me.”
“And you look beautiful,” Jimin spoke up, taking a second to stick his tongue out at Taehyung.
“That you do,” Deiji grinned widely as she placed a crown of magnolias on top of your head. “You look like a dream.”
“Thanks Mommy,” you giggled. Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door. 
“Everyone decent in there?” Your father called out and Jimin walked over to the door and opened it up, making your father gasp when he saw you. 
“Oh Y/N-ah,” he murmured as he paced over to you, setting his hands on your cheeks. “My baby girl.”
“What do you think?” You asked him. 
“I think that Namjoon is a very lucky man to be marrying such a gorgeous woman,” Byung hoon replied, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You ready? There’s still time to back out and we can always figure something else out.”
“I’m not gonna do that Daddy,” you huffed with a smile, reaching out and taking the bouquet of magnolias that Taehyung was handing to you. “I’m gonna do this.”
“We can’t thank you enough,” your father murmured and you just leaned forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek as well. 
“What’s done is done,” you said. “So don’t stress about it.”
“Well, let’s go get you married,” Taehyung smiled as he reached up and pulled your veil down over your face.
“Let’s,” you whispered as you wrapped your hand around your father’s arm and let him lead you out of the bedroom. 
The ceremony was an unrushed affair once you met Namjoon underneath the little archway that had been placed near the large wall of magnolias where the two of you had first met. You found yourself not even paying much attention to what was happening during the ceremony and before you knew it, you were facing Namjoon as the preacher pronounced you man and wife.
It wasn’t the first time that you’d ever been kissed, but it still felt different all the same. Namjoon was so gentle as he reached out and grabbed the hem of your veil, lifting it up and over your head to reveal your face. He then placed his hands on your cheeks, cradling them as he leaned forward and kissed you softly. You found yourself kissing back on instinct, your hands reaching out and grabbing onto his suit jacket. 
The reception was definitely more fun than you imagined it to be. The food was amazing and so was the music, and you couldn’t help but to smile at how everyone in your new pack danced around happily as they celebrated your marriage. You found yourself having fun as well as you allowed Eun Kyung and Ho-jin to lead you around, introducing you to some members of the pack as well as spending time with your own family and friends as well.
Now that the night was over though, you were quietly walking back to your new house with Namjoon, which had been decorated to your liking. 
“Did you have fun?” Namjoon asked and you looked over at him, nodding your head.
“I did,” you smiled. “Your pack sure knows how to throw a party.”
“It’s your pack now too,” he pointed out and you hummed in reply. Once your new house came into view, Namjoon helped you walk up the front steps before pulling out his keys and unlocking the front door. 
“Wait,” he said when you moved to step into the house and before you could ask what he was doing, he leant down and picked you up bridal style.
“Namjoon!” You shrieked as he carried you into the house and you reached out to shut the front door for him. He then carried you up the stairs and into your bedroom before setting you down on the ground.
“What was that?” You giggled as you looked up at him.
“Well, I couldn’t let you be deprived of a prime wedding experience,” he shrugged, making you smile. A somewhat awkward silence then settled over the two of you then and it wasn’t until then that you felt your nerves kick in. You had been successful in not thinking much about your wedding night for the past few weeks but now that the two of you were alone, it was all that you could think about. 
“You know,” Namjoon spoke up suddenly. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
“Namjoon, we talked about this,” you replied.
“We did and I meant what I said then,” he said. “We don’t have to do anything just because people might expect us to.”
“Really?”
“Really. Plus, it’s kind of insulting if you only have sex with me because you’re expected to,” he joked, making you giggle.
“You have a point,” you smiled. “What if I said that I wanted to though, because I want to?”
“Do you remember what else I said to you when we had that conversation?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immensely as you recalled his words. 
“Yes.”
“What did I say baby?” 
“You said that you, uh, wanted to....uh,” you stammered and Namjoon smiled, deciding to take pity on you.
“I said that I wanted to fill you with my knot,” he finished for you. “And I still mean that.”
“You’ll be gentle?” You checked.
“Absolutely,” he stated firmly. “And I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” You knew that this was a big step, losing your virginity. However, something about Namjoon made you feel so at ease and besides, he was your husband now.
“I want to,” you announced, causing him to grin widely.
“Can I kiss you?” He requested and you nodded your head. He reached up and placed his hands on your cheeks before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You immediately moved closer to him, placing your hands near his waist. He then took one of his hands off of your cheek and before you could ask what he was doing, he reached up and took the crown of magnolias off your head before throwing it over his shoulder.
“Someone seems eager,” you teased.
“You have no idea,” Namjoon chuckled deeply. He kissed you again, this time much deeper as he walked you backwards towards the bed. Once you felt the edge of the bed hit the back of your knees, you pulled away from his lips and looked up at him. 
“Help me take this off?” You whispered, taking a second to turn around so that your back was facing him. Without any hesitation, he reached out and pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress. The feeling of his fingertips against your skin made you shiver and when your dress dropped down to the floor in a pool around your feet, the feeling of his eyes on you made you get chills. 
“Did you wear this for me?” Namjoon asked before leaning forward and pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder, referring to the white, lace bra and panty set that you had been wearing underneath your dress. 
“Maybe,” you breathed out, his lips on your skin making it hard for you to focus. 
“Gorgeous. Lay down for me?” He said and you nodded before bending down and crawling onto the bed. When you flipped over to lie on your back, Namjoon was working on taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the white dress shirt that he had underneath.
“You still ok?” He checked in as he climbed onto the bed as well and you smiled as you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. 
“I’m ok,” you confirmed, leaning up and kissing him again. The kiss quickly became heated, your mouth falling open as Namjoon slipped his tongue inside. He then pulled away from your mouth, moving down to press kisses to your jaw before moving down to your neck. 
“Been thinking about this, about you,” he whispered against your skin and you just blushed as you looked up at the ceiling.
“About me?” 
“Mmhmm,” he hummed. “Been thinking about your scent too.”
“What do I smell like to you?” You wondered, doing your best to keep your eyes trained on the ceiling as you felt him start to move down again. 
“Like...pineapples and bananas,” he murmured as he grabbed the cups of your bra, pulling them down so that they sat right underneath your breasts. He then leaned down and sucked your right nipple into his mouth, making you arch your back up from the bed.
“Holy, huh,” you moaned and Namjoon chuckled at you, which automatically made you pout. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized after popping your nipple out of his mouth. “You’re just so cute.” You couldn’t find the words to say anything else because Namjoon reached underneath you and you lifted your back up so that he could take your bra off completely, and he didn’t waste any time before taking your left nipple into his mouth. 
Once both of your nipples had stiffened to a peak, he moved downwards again, trailing his lips across your skin until he made it down to the line of your panties. 
“Lift up for me?” Namjoon asked and slowly, you lifted your hips and waited until he had grabbed the waistband of your panties and pulled them down before lowering your body back onto the bed. Once he pulled them off of your legs and threw them off the bed, you watched as he sat his hands on your knees and looked down at you. 
“Still good?” He wondered.
“Seriously, stop asking,” you giggled. “I’m nervous as hell but I want to do this so I’m good.”
“I just, you know you can tell me to stop at anytime and I will, right?” 
“I know, and that’s why I want this,” you smiled. “Want you to give me a bite.”
“Fuck, ok,” he exhaled harshly. “I want to eat you out first though.”
“Ok,” you nodded and you allowed him to push your knees apart, exposing your folds to him. He laid down on the bed so that he was right in between your legs, and you let out a loud gasp when you felt his tongue make contact with your clit. He used the tip of his tongue to make slow circles around your clit and even though he wasn’t placing a lot of pressure behind it, you felt like you were going to lose your mind.
“Holy shit, that feels...good,” you huffed and you felt Namjoon hum against you as he closed his entire mouth around your clit. The feeling was almost euphoric, and you couldn’t believe that you had been missing out on this for the last few years since you presented as an Omega.
“I’m gonna give you a finger ok?” Namjoon spoke up after taking his mouth off of you and you nodded, wincing lightly when he began to push his pointer finger inside of you. He then began to slowly pump the digit in and out of you, which made you moan lightly. 
“Feels good?” He asked. 
“Yeah. Weird but good,” you told him. 
“Good,” he smirked. “You’re getting wet.”
“Don’t say that,” you groaned. 
“Why not? It’s a good thing,” he shrugged. “It’ll make it easier for you to take my knot.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Good thing you’re stuck with me,” he smiled before leaning down and taking your clit back into his mouth. As he fingered and licked you simultaneously, you found it a little harder to breathe because of the pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach. 
“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” you hissed when he tried to ease his middle finger inside of you. 
“It’s ok baby, we just gotta get you stretched out a little bit,” he whispered and you just decided to be quiet and let him do it. Admittedly, you admired how much time he was taking making sure that you were properly ready and it made your heart soften because you had never had a man (other than your father) be so gentle with you. 
“Namjoon, I-I think I’m going to come,” you whimpered and Namjoon took his mouth off of your clit for a few seconds. 
“Go ahead baby,” he encouraged you before placing his mouth back on you. Sure enough, it didn’t take much longer before your body seized up, your orgasm washing over you. Namjoon continued to stroke you through it and by the time that it passed, you were reaching down and pushing him away from you. 
“Holy shit, that felt good,” you giggled, making Namjoon laugh as well. 
“That’s good,” He replied as he sat up onto his knees. When your eyes trailed downwards, they widened a little at the sight of the bulge in his pants.
“Should I, um,” you stammered as you motioned towards his pants and he looked down, chuckling before looking back up at you. 
“You don’t have to and besides, seeing you come turned me on and I doubt I’d last,” he admitted.
“Oh, ok,” you smiled shyly. He then pulled off the dress shirt that he had on, letting it fall onto the floor before moving onto his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pulling them down. He pushed them, along with his underwear, down his legs and your jaw dropped a little from the sight of his cock.
You didn’t know what you expected, but you definitely didn’t expect his cock to be so thick and long. You had to admit, actually seeing it made you even more nervous.
“Hey,” Namjoon called out and you looked up at him. “It’ll be ok. I’m still going to go slow.”
“O-Ok,” you whispered as he climbed between your legs. He reached out with two fingers and gathered some of your slickness from your orgasm before using it to lubricate his cock. 
“Ready?” He questioned as he positioned his cock right in front of your entrance and once you nodded, he slowly began to push into you. The stinging pain hit you immediately and you yelped out loud, reaching up and clutching onto Namjoon’s forearms. “Y/N?”
“Hurts,” you muttered through grit teeth.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, bending down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He didn’t try to push any further, he waited until you gave him a small nod before pressing his hips forward again. You were almost ready to tell him to forget the entire thing as the stinging pain seemed to become worse the more he pushed into you. Before you knew it though, he had bottomed out and was looking down at you intensely.
“What?” You asked him.
“You just, you look so beautiful,” he complimented you.
“Are you just saying that because you’re inside of me right now?” You joked.
“I mean it,” he laughed. 
“Well, thank you,” you responded and he leaned down to kiss you again. He then slowly pulled his hips back before pushing back in, which caused you to let out a stuttered moan into his mouth. The pain was still thee but as he began to fuck you, it slowly went away and was replaced by what was probably the greatest pleasure that you had ever felt in your life up to that point. 
“So tight baby,” Namjoon grunted after he pulled away from the kiss. 
“F-feels so full,” you whimpered. 
“Good. I’m gonna fill you even more with my knot,” he said gruffly as he looked down at you. “You want that?”
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he instructed you.
“I-I want your.....k-knot,” you stuttered and he literally groaned at your words. He began to fuck you a little faster, making you grip onto him and wrap your legs around his waist.
“Been thinking about this,” he moaned. “Been thinking about how good you would feel wrapped around my cock.”
“Me t-too,” you confessed. 
“Fuck, you’ve been thinking about me baby?” 
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Since you told me that you wanted to...fill me with your, uh, knot. Thought about you calling me baby too.”
“You like it?” He smiled.
“Love it.”
“Then I’ll call you that as often as I can,” he promised. He continued to fuck you, and you realized that you were feeling the same buildup of pressure that you did when he was fingering you. 
“I-I’m gonna come Namjoon,” you announced breathily and he sighed.
“Thank god,” he huffed as he began to thrust into you both faster and harder, and your grip on him became so tight that you were sure you’d leave marks on his skin. “I wanna knot you so fucking bad.”
“Do it,” you encouraged him. “Want you to bite me too.”
“Come first,” he shot back as he focused all of his energy into making sure that you did so. After a few more thrusts, you were coming right onto his cock, your essence covering more of his cock every time that he pulled it out and then pushed it right back in. 
“Ready for a bite?” He asked and you nodded your head numbly. Leaning down, he stuck his face in your neck and began to suck on the skin there. As soon as you released a moan at the feeling, you felt his teeth sink in. 
You had heard a lot about mating bites and how it would feel when you finally received one, but you could truthfully say that the feeling was indescribable. You truly felt like you were now connected to Namjoon in a way that you had never been connected with any one before and the feeling was almost so overwhelming that you almost didn’t recognize that Namjoon’s knot was pushing its’ way inside of you.
“God damn,” Namjoon groaned deeply as his knot fully popped into you, and you gasped when you felt his cum pouring into you right after. You leaned up and after finding the perfect spot, you sunk your teeth into his neck as well, giving him a mating bite too. 
Namjoon collapsed on top of you and the two of you stayed like that for a while, at least 15 minutes, basking in the after glow of your new matching mating bites. 
“No offense or anything,” you spoke up. “But you’re heavy and it’s hot in here.”
“Some offense taken,” he laughed as he lifted himself off of you. “My knot has gone down but it’s gonna hurt when I pull out.”
“Go slow, ok?” You requested and he nodded, looking down in between your legs and slowly pulling out of you. It did hurt a little and you even winced a little bit, but it wasn’t that bad all in all. 
“Y/N-ah?” He called as he laid down next to you and you gently turned over onto your side to face him.
“What happened to baby?” You simpered with a teasing smile, making him chuckle. 
“I’m still gonna call you that,” he assured you. “But I wanted to talk to you seriously.”
“Ok, shoot,” you shrugged. 
“I know that you didn’t necessarily choose all of this and neither did I, but I don’t want you to worry,” he began. “I take this marriage and this relationship just as seriously as if we met in the conventional sense and I really mean it when I say that I can see myself falling in love with you.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he smiled. “Even though we haven’t known each other long, I can already tell that you’re kind, selfless, loving, and the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever met in my life. I’d only be so lucky if you fell in love with me.”
“Well, I think that I can fall in love with you too,” you confessed, making him grin widely. “And I hope that I do.”
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and it turns out Y/N isn’t the only one struggling with the breakup. Category: Smut (18+), Angst Content Warnings: Language, drinking/getting drunk, penetrative/unprotected sex (If I missed anything, please let me know!) Word Count: 5,538
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“My bedtime is the darkest, that’s when I’m brokenhearted. The nighttime is the hardest. It’d be easy, if I hated you.” —FLETCHER, If I Hated You
FEBRUARY 13th
It was Valentine's Day weekend, which sucked this time around. Every year for the past three years Y/N looked forward to Valentine's Day, but that was when she actually had someone to spend it with.
Well, someone she actually cared about, anyway... Whether or not Spencer actually knew it, she did really care about him. She was just stupid and didn't say it when he needed to hear it the most.
And now Valentine's Day was on Saturday and Y/N was still without him. Not alone, but still without the man who'd spent the significant holiday with her for the past three years. Memories of their dates and 'afterparties' flooded through her mind as she got ready for work like a montage, a cheesy love-song playlist she'd found on Spotify acting as the soundtrack.
Eventually she sighed and turned it off, opting for something more loud and obnoxious, and therefore not tainted by Spencer's memory. She applied what was left of her makeup and added a pair of earrings before turning the music off altogether and shoving her phone in her bag alongside her keys and other necessities.
Even though she wasn't emotionally prepared for all the cheesy Valentine's things she'd see and hear and experience throughout the weekend, it was still kind of nice to see that things in the bank never changed during the holidays— Everything in her life was so severely different at the moment, that if Marjorie had somehow decided to throw out all her elaborate decorations for each holiday, no matter how small, Y/N would have thought the world was truly ending.
Speaking of, she was met with Marjorie's brighter-than-the-sun smile almost immediately once she set her things in the breakroom.
"How's my little macaron this morning?" she chirped, Y/N chuckling slightly at the nickname— She brought macarons from the bakery down the street on her first birthday she spent at the bank, and ever since then, the older woman had adorned her with the namesake.
"She's alright, Marj... Better now that she's seen you..."
"That boy still on your mind, hon?"
Obviously Marjorie's intentions were good, but Y/N couldn't stand to think about the situation at all, least of all at work... So, setting her jacket on the rack, turned away so that her coworker wouldn't see the visible discomfort on her face, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and cleared her throat. "So, what are your plans with Geno tomorrow night? Anything special?"
There was a brief pause before Marjorie cleared her throat as well. "Nothing short of our usual dinner plans, my dear. He's been so caught up with work at the Mill lately, I think we're just going to spend the night relaxing."
"Hm," Y/N said shortly, finally turning around and giving her the best smile she could. "Maybe I should take a page from your book and stay in..."
"You weren't going to?"
"No... Britt's been nagging me about getting out there so we're going out tomorrow night. We both haven't been single in a long time, so... Should be fun."
Marjorie didn't look convinced. Either way, she nodded with a smile and walked over to Y/N with something glittery and bright red in her hand— A cheap beaded necklace to clip her nametag onto. She draped it over Y/N's neck and patted her shoulders. "Well, I want you to have fun. And remember that you still have to come to work on Monday. Whatever shenanigans you get into should be reserved for Saturday night only so you can rest properly on Sunday, got it?"
Y/N laughed, thankful for the playful tone in Marjorie's voice. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Oh, I joke, I joke," the older woman said with a bright laugh, turning to walk out of the break room. "A little..."
The smile on Y/N's face only really lasted until after Marjorie was out of sight, then she went into her bag and clipped her nametag onto the red beaded necklace with a sigh.
Was she excited to have a good night out with Britt? Of course. Hell, had it been literally any other day of the year, she would have been practically bouncing off the walls with excitement at the idea of going out to a bar, letting men hit on her until she finally let one of them take her back to his place for the night.
But it just felt like it was too soon.
Either way, she was glad that she'd get to see Britt again, after she'd been on vacation for Christmas and New Year's to see her family and only got back a few weeks ago. She'd seen her on Facetime of course, and they met up once for coffee right after Britt got back from her trip, but a well-needed night out and quality time getting ready together was something that had been missing from their friendship for almost a year.
Y/N knew Britt would most likely spend her time trying to hook them up with end-of-the-night dates, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Even still, sleeping alone the night before was probably one of the worst spells of loneliness she'd ever had. It was normal to be sad spending the first Valentine's Day in years away from a significant other, but knowing how things ended between them—bitter and stained with words left unsaid—this time was just... cold.
And that was putting it lightly.
Y/N laid in bed that night, her eyes wide open and staring at the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars that adorned the ceiling. They used to give her comfort, but now they just reminded her of all the nights she'd spend with Spencer, listening to him tell stories about the constellations. They were some of the most peaceful memories she had.
And now those, too—those stars that had grounded her pretty much all her life and reminded her of the better days—were tainted by her inability to properly communicate.
She almost thought about taking them down.
But if she was really going to get over him this time, for good, then she'd have to learn to make new memories with the stars. Even if it was painful. Even if replacing those memories and writing new ones over them absolutely tore her soul to pieces.
And, as if that pain wasn't enough, that night Y/N dreamt of him, making love to her amongst the stars in every galaxy, only to wake up the next morning cold and alone.
FEBRUARY 14th
She promptly decided that she hated his guts.
It was Valentine's Day, Y/N was respectfully buzzed, and courtesy of two beers and four shots of tequila, she'd just deleted Spencer's number from her phone.
"I'm done," she said, waving a hand at Britt and shoving her phone in her purse. "He doesn't deserve my wallowing."
"Yeah!"
Britt was significantly the more drunk of the two, resulting in a fit of giggles after gaining some stares from the people around them at her sudden outburst.
Y/N smiled, finishing off another shot and shaking her head. "We need more!"
"More shots!" Britt hurried off to grab them, leaving her friend behind with a half-drunken smile that also only felt half-genuine.
Sure, she decided she hated Spencer's guts, but her heart didn't exactly agree well with that sentiment. Even after deleting his number from her phone, after downing all that alcohol, her heart still ached.
Y/N knew deep down that getting over him was going to take some time. A lot of time... But maybe one night of distraction would help.
So the shots kept coming, and by the end of the night, Y/N was just about at her limit.
Which was near black-out drunk. And when you're that drunk you tend to make decisions you wouldn't soberly condone.
Britt got into a cab, and she begged Y/N to come with her, but she assured her friend that she had someone to come pick her up. Eventually the cab driver got tired of their inability to decide, and when Y/N told him to go, he did, leaving her alone on the side of the street at 1am.
Unfortunately, it was incredibly cold, and she didn't really have anyone to come pick her up. And that's where the bad decisions started.
Y/N pulled her phone out, a long sigh escaping her as she dialed the number by heart.
Would he even pick up? He hadn't answered any of her calls or texts before, so why would it have been any different now? Not to mention it was Valentine's Day Weekend. With her luck, he was probably in bed with someone else. Someone who wasn't her. As she listened to the dial tone repeating in her ear, images of him wrapped up with somebody else—sleeping in the bed she'd slept in many times before—clouded her drunken brain and made her more angry than anything.
Her gut twisted, and she almost hung up.
But then the low buzz of the dial tone abruptly stopped and in its place came his voice.
"Y/N?"
Her name on his lips, even through the phone, was grounding, the anger in her system melting away and revealing a coat of drunken relief.
"Spencer! You answered!"
"Yeah... Are you— Is everything okay?"
"Pff, yeah, 'm-fine. Just really fucking cold."
"You're not outside, are you?"
"Duh, I'm outside... I wouldn't be cold in-side... Besides, I didn't call t'alk bout the weather, I need you t'come pick me up."
There was a brief pause, and for a moment Y/N didn't think he was going to say anything she wanted to hear. She swayed on the sidewalk, shivering and praying that he would throw her a bone, even if she'd regret it all in the morning.
"Where are you?" he said finally, and despite herself, she smiled.
FEBRUARY 15th
Spencer couldn't believe he was picking her up at near two in the morning.
Honestly, he'd initially thought about ignoring her call again, but remembering the day it was and taking note of the time, he figured she was most likely in some type of inebriated trouble.
His instincts were right, of course, but he wished that he could have been wrong. He wished she'd only been calling to drunkenly ramble on about how she missed him or maybe how he was stupid and she never wanted to see his face ever again, because that was normal. At least then he could have hung up after she was done and never thought about it again— it was a normal step in any relationship that helped move things along. They could have gotten on with their lives and it would have all been over.
But of course it was never that simple.
Y/N was never that simple.
He pictured her on the street near some bar, alone and cold and drunk, and of course he would have been the only one she could call to rescue her. After all, he'd been pretty much the only thing she'd ever known to make her feel safe.
Still, he wished he was capable of only giving her a ride home and then leaving.
But again, it was never that simple.
It was easy getting her into the car— that wasn't what he was worried about. Rather, it was the fated moment where she'd ask him to stay after he finally got her tucked safely into bed that worried him. Because it was bad enough that it was Y/N... It was her in all her alluring glory, and he'd never been able to deny her anything no matter how badly he tried or wanted to.
Now add on the fact that she was drunk, and most likely sad on their first Valentine's Day apart, and it was a recipe for disaster.
Even if she'd broken his heart, Spencer still cared about her.
Which is why he inevitably agreed to stay, at least until she fell asleep.
He knew her well enough to know all the ways she'd try to get him under the covers with her, so it was a familiar amusement that settled in his being when he was finally able to get on top of the covers with her underneath. But as he entertained her silly little questions with the right answers until she fell asleep, Spencer noticed something else accompanying that amusement.
Guilt.
And then anger for feeling guilty about her sadness— sadness that could have been avoided had she just gotten over whatever was holding her back and either returned his "I love you" or  told him she wasn't feeling the same way just yet.
All she had to do was talk.
He had a right to feel upset about Y/N holding back when he'd been nothing but patient, spending almost every year of their relationship trying to make her see that she had nothing to be afraid of. He'd given her every chance to talk about what she was feeling, whether it was happy or not, and every time she pushed it all away in favor of sex.
That wasn't what he wanted in a relationship, so he ended it. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.
So why was he feeling so fucking guilty?
He blamed his good nature and innate need to please people, to make them feel good and happy. But he also blamed Y/N and her adorable drunken sleeping face.
He watched as she slept, willing himself not to forget the way she hurt him. She'd completely stolen his heart and shattered it at the same time, and if he was being honest, she still held some of the pieces. But he couldn't get them back, not if he didn't want to risk shattering her own heart in the process.
It felt like they were tied together by some strong, invisible force that wouldn't break unless both of them broke right along with it.
So... maybe he could afford to leave those pieces of his heart with her. He'd have to if they were going to get out of this alive. Not unscathed, sure, but alive nonetheless.
Once he was sure she was deep in sleep, Spencer quietly and carefully got off the bed and navigated through her apartment, getting her a glass of water and leaving it on the table next to her bed. And because he couldn't help it, he cleaned up some of the clothes that were scattered around her floor, depositing them into the hamper and straightening out a few more things that were out of place.
He looked over at her sleeping figure one more time, sighed, and then left, keeping her bedroom door open just a crack.
***
Spencer knew he shouldn't have stayed longer.
Despite his better judgement, he'd plopped himself down on her couch after making sure she was sound asleep, hoping to catch his breath and sort through what he was feeling before he got behind the wheel. But of course, it was 2am and he was exhausted, and he couldn't stop himself from closing his eyes and drifting off.
And now he was sitting up, looking around the apartment through the lens of morning.
Though the curtains were sheer, they didn't provide much light, but enough of it showed him just how familiar the space was. Y/N hadn't moved anything around. The same art was on the same walls, the potted ivy plant on her mantle sat un-watered and withering, and every book and record and DVD on her shelves was in the exact same spot as they'd all been the last time he was there in December.
Meanwhile, after the breakup he'd re-arranged everything. He was so sure that they were through for good this time around that he wanted a clean slate. Not that he wanted to rid himself of her memory completely, but if he was going to move on from the hold she'd had on him, he had to do something...
And yet, he ended up at her apartment the morning after Valentine's Day all the same.
He heard the shower running faintly a couple rooms away. You didn't have to pass the couch to get there, so maybe she hadn't seen him sleeping and he could get away cleanly.
Spencer scrambled off the couch, thankful that he hadn't removed his jacket or his shoes and that he could just sprint towards the door without having to find any of his belongings.
But as luck would have it, the second he took a step, the shower turned off. He had to get out of there quickly, but if he did then she'd definitely know he'd stayed overnight. But if he went quietly, he wouldn't have enough time before she caught him.
Maybe I could hide...
He shook the thought with a roll of his eyes, settling on the clearest course of action, which was to make as quick of a getaway as he could. He'd try to be quiet as well, though the creaky door was going to be nearly impossible to get through without a sound.
His hand was on the doorknob when he heard her voice.
"You didn't think you could spend the night and then leave without saying goodbye, did 'ja?"
The pure amusement in her tone made his stomach churn, and it wasn't unpleasant in the slightest.
Spencer turned and smiled softly, avoiding looking at her completely. "Sorry. Didn't want to bother you."
"You're never a bother."
That sentiment held less amusement and more sincerity, which was what guided his eyes to meet the woman who said the words.
His stomach twisted again when he saw her, exactly like he knew she'd be— wrapped in nothing but a thin towel with near-dripping hair cascading down her back. Her legs were bare and exposed, the towel not only thin but short, which meant that her chest was also practically spilling out of it. Despite the obvious and inevitable hungover look in her eye, there was also a good splash of that mischief that'd always been there— the kind that spelled out trouble.
He needed to get out of there.
"Well, um... I'm glad I got you home safe," he said, clearing his throat. "I should... I should go."
"You sure you don't wanna stay for breakfast?"
Spencer could have sworn she was teasing him, dangling her body in front of him like a meal they both knew he wouldn't be able to resist. But then she added, "I've got everything I need for your favorite omelet," and he exhaled with a small smile, exhausted with his own mind for convincing him that she was out to pull him back in.
Still, he declined. "No, I... I shouldn't. But, uh, thank you..."
"You sure?"
This time when he looked up at her, she was closer. She was gently striding forward to meet him, and he half thought about backing up towards the door until he realized he was already there.
"I—I'm sure. Really."
"But you drove around all night just to take me home when I was drunk, the least I can do is feed you..."
"Eh, it's alright. It's... Nothing I haven't done before."
She stopped then, her eyes briefly dropping to the floor. It was like her whole demeanor changed—just for a second—from the prowess she'd always been, to what seemed to be a woman filled with sadness and regret. It didn't last long though, just enough for Spencer to notice it before she looked back up at him with that wicked gleam in her eye and a remark right at the tip of her tongue.
"Still. I feel bad, making you do all that for me... Especially now."
He wasn't sure what to make of this... It seemed like she was sincere, but she was also alluring, calling to him like a siren leading him to his ultimate demise. And while he'd come to know that as merely a part of her nature, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that she was doing it on purpose.
She was in a skimpy towel, after all, and she definitely knew how to use that to her advantage.
It didn't help that he didn't have the courage to leave. Everything inside of him right then longed to drop that towel and indulge himself once more. Putting aside all the heartache and the differences they shared, all he felt in that moment was the need to touch her— to get lost in her and never be found again.
She was his fatal flaw, and it was painfully obvious.
Spencer knew he shouldn't have stayed longer...
He was over to her in just three strides, throwing off his jacket and tossing it aside before cradling her face with his hands and bringing their lips together for the first time since Christmas Eve.
The small whine in her throat signaled that she hadn't expected it, but welcomed it all the same. The moment she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, the towel fell to the floor, and there was no going back.
"What about breakfast?" Y/N breathed out once they pulled away for air.
Spencer contemplated, studying her face, seeing the way her eyes sparkled, and decided on the two words that sealed his fate.
"Screw breakfast."
Their lips were melded together almost as soon as the words left his mouth. And it wasn't long before every other part of their bodies were melded together as well.
Y/N helped him take the rest of his clothes off as they danced around the entryway and the living room. Everything was open, no walls separating the living room from the kitchen, so to compensate for the lack of breakfast they'd be eating, they migrated to the kitchen counter once Spencer had off everything but his boxers.
He trapped her against the cool marble of the countertop, her back hitting it solid and sending a shiver up her spine. Meanwhile his hands roamed her body, unsure of where to be other than on her at all times, whether it be her waist, her stomach, her arms, her breasts, or her ass. He wanted to feel all of her, and quite frankly she wanted the same.
She even told him so, in her own way, by bringing one of her legs up and wrapping it around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she wove her fingers through his hair and tasted his tongue with her own.
The action elicited a groan from his mouth, low and desperate. Spencer settled his hands on her waist and gripped it tight, silently telling her what to do.
So she jumped up and he helped guide her swiftly onto the counter. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist again, and he found himself grinding into her hips, urgent to feel every part of her. And thankfully she was feeling rather desperate herself, because she rolled her hips up into him in return, breaking their mouths apart just briefly to speak.
"Fuck me..."
There was so much he wanted to say to her in that moment— how badly he was feeling about keeping her entertained while he was slowly deteriorating inside from her emotional detachment and rejection, how much she frustrated him, and more prominently, how she was so goddamn impatient and that he was getting there...
But all that he could manage was a broken, desperate whisper of her name.
It was all he'd ever known.
All that frustration... All that anger, heartache, passion, and time apart combined beautifully into those few syllables that made up her name and tore him apart from the inside out.
And his hands were just as destructive.
Spencer deftly dropped his boxers to the ground and pushed forward, almost losing all sense of self the moment the head of his dick finally made contact with her cunt. He made his way inside of her and then used both of his hands to grip her waist and bring her closer, their mouths connecting harshly as they found one another once again.
His grip was bruising— not possessive in any way, but desperate, like he had to cling to her for dear life or he wouldn't live to see another day. He held himself inside her, sighing and whimpering into her mouth as she clenched around him. It was so familiar, so comfortable and exhilarating that he almost didn't even want to move. He thought about staying there, still inside her forever.
But as always, Y/N was insatiable.
She wrapped all her limbs around him and held on, rolling her hips and seeking friction in any way possible when she briefly tore her lips away from his.
"I need you, baby, please..."
Even as his heart started to rumble in his chest, well aware of the fact that she still probably didn't love him the way he loved her, Spencer gave her everything. He pulled out and snapped his hips forward again, setting a strong, steady pace that had Y/N's eyes rolling back, and the payoff of hearing her sigh out his name was more than enough to keep him going.
Her nails dug deliciously into his shoulders, the faint sting adding something reminiscent of gasoline to a fire. The flames grew taller and brighter the more he fucked her, and with each gradual increase of volume and intensity, it was a wonder the whole kitchen around them hadn't literally burst into flames.
That's how they always were.
Together like this, so lost in the high of each others' bodies, it was easy to forget the things that made their relationship so hard. It was easy to let all the negativity slip away into the throes of pent-up, well-needed sex. The high they gave each other was merely that— A high...
A distraction.
And while that's exactly what Y/N needed, what she preferred in most cases, it's what Spencer recognized as completely unhealthy, despite his coming back to it every time.
It's also why he dreaded the moment ending. Because once they came down from the high, all that's left would be sadness, regret... Guilt... Their fire burned hot, brightly and wildly, but in the aftermath would lay only a thick layer of deadly smoke between them— hard to navigate, and nearly impossible to breathe in without suffocating.
So they simply burned and burned and burned...
Spencer gripped her so tight he was sure to leave her with bruising. And in turn Y/N dragged her nails down his back and dug them into his ass, her palm laying firmly over the muscles that aided in fucking her into the marbled surface. She whined out curses and moans, and he cried out broken whispers of her name, pet names, and curses alike.
Even once she'd come, he kept going, willing himself to hold on as long as he could. She whined into his ear at the overstimulation. And rather than keeping her legs wrapped around his body, she decided to spread them wide, perching her heels up on the counter as far as she could go and anchoring her fingers through his hair.
And though she might not have had enough orgasms in her to keep up with him, she welcomed it all the same—She welcomed the burn just as much as he did.
Even still, no fire can burn forever.
All concept of time was lost by the time Spencer finally collapsed forward, completely spent and barely standing on weak legs after coming twice. Y/N held onto him tightly to keep him upwards, lightly massaging his scalp with gentle fingers and closing her eyes as she focused on his breathing— the way it fanned over the skin of her bare shoulder and how it sounded, perfectly in time with hers...
It was the most peaceful she'd been in a long time.
She felt him pull out of her, the both of them groaning at the feeling, and a little at the mess it would make.
Spencer gently peeled his body off of hers, sniffing once and avoiding her eyes. "Sorry... You just got out of the shower..."
"It's fine," Y/N breathed. She begged him silently to look her in the eye, but he remained still... Most likely thinking. She could practically see the cogs turning in his brain.
So, in an effort to lighten the mood a bit, she added with a breathy laugh, "Besides... It's nothing I haven't done before."
The callback to his words—and memories of all the times they'd found themselves in this position before—got Spencer to laugh a little, but he still wouldn't meet her eyes.
Finally, he cleared his throat. "I'll... I'll grab the wipes?"
"Oh. Sure," Y/N returned with a thankful smile. It was hopeful, too, though the moment he was out of eyesight, it turned rather sad.
She'd known that behavior before, seen that hesitation in his movements and that sound in his voice.
It was guilt.
Regret.
Probably a bit of self-hatred, too.
When he returned, a pile of her clothes in hand and the bag of wipes on top, she took them from him with a kind smile and cleaned herself up while he put his clothes back on.
The silence was more uncomfortable than anything either of them had ever experienced.
So much so, that Y/N couldn't even muster up the courage to ask him to stay for breakfast— and she always did after one of their post-break hookups.
Maybe this time really was different.
Spencer was just at the door again when she stopped him.
"Thank you," she said. Her voice was so small, he almost didn't hear it. "For bringing me home..."
But he paused, turned, and finally looked her in the eye.
He almost sunk to his knees right there...
Seeing her, arms crossed like she was trying to keep warm, as her head hung low and she looked up at him through sad, hooded eyelids...
It reminded him of the woman he fell in love with.
But in his peripheral, he saw the towel on the floor and was reminded of the woman who'd shattered his heart.
Spencer cleared his throat. Once upon a time he might have returned her thanks with, Anytime, but... Honestly he wasn't sure there could ever be another time. For his sanity, he'd have to avoid 'anytime' at all costs.
So, he settled on, "You're welcome."
He was glad to see her return his kind smile with one of her own, even if it was tainted with sadness, and a small wave goodbye.
Maybe this time it would stick.
Even still, as he closed the door behind him and made his way to the parking lot, for some reason it didn't quite feel like goodbye.
And some of that deadly smoke that settled in his lungs as he drove further and further away from her apartment was inclined to agree.
***
Neither of them could sleep that night.
While Spencer stared out the window of the jet, a little annoyed to be called out on a case so late but at least thankful for the distraction, Y/N laid in bed, staring at the stars on her ceiling.
The same constellation caught their eye.
Columba.
The Dove.
She hadn't even meant to arrange the stars like that, but one night after a date, they were laying in her bed and Spencer pointed out that the cluster of plastic stars right in the corner of the ceiling looked like Columba.
Y/N fondly remembered Spencer telling her about how it was originally named to represent Noah's dove, which searched for dry land during the great biblical flood and returned carrying an olive branch to make news of its recession— of peace at last.
The memory made her smile. It tugged at her heart and made her dreams of him even more vivid.
All the same, Spencer noticed the constellation outside the jet window and remembered that same night. The smile on her face as he told her the story, the feel of her fingers gliding softly over the bare skin of his forearm...
It was the first night since he'd met her that he thought it.
I love her...
He almost told her then, too, but he was afraid it was too soon. So he refrained.
Looking back, Spencer was starting to regret that— Maybe without that extra time together, breaking up would have been easier. But instead, he gave her more time. He gave himself more time to fall deeper in love with her, and in the end it still wasn't enough.
Now they were both looking at the same constellation, one made of plastic and the other of gas, wondering if their flood would ever recede.
And in the event that it did... Who would be the dove, and what would be their olive branch?
“You know I dream about getting back together in the future, I could focus on you. But if I leave right now, I hope that you don’t find someone that touches you the way that I do...”
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idvlover · 3 years
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Hello! Hope you had a good day :)
Could I request Andrew and Victor (separately) with a gn so whos shy as well but likes to demonstrate love through touch? Like, they'd bump their head on their shoulder or hug them from behind resting their head on their shoulder
Andrew and Victor with shy s/o who demonstrates their love through touch:
Andrew:
Andrew is sort of shy, but mostly just closed off unless you're close to him personally
He's not used to physical affection, so when his s/o leaned on him for the first time he was very stiff. He thought they were tired, but they shyly mumbled: "This is actually how I show my love..."
His face turns red but says nothing. This felt weird at first, but he grew to love it himself
It gives him reassurance that his s/o, who is also shy, is confident and loves him enough to demonstrate their love through touch
S/o is probably shy about using words. So Andrew doesn't mind a hug, head leaning, or holding hands in public
He glares at people when they talk over s/o. It gets on his nerves when people think it's okay to walk over shy people. So he'll just ignore the person and give s/o all of his attention
Behind closed doors. Andrew lays in bed with his s/o reading, and they're just enjoying laying next to him and giving him kisses on the cheek
He'll return some. Might even put the book down to hold them and give them some gentle kisses
He'll be trying to make something to eat and he'll feel someone hugging him from behind. Especially in the mornings
He'll initiate affection sometimes, and when he does his s/o gets so happy about it that he becomes flustered
Whenever Andrew is hurt from a match s/o keeps him in bed by holding onto him. He can move them, but they look pretty content with cuddling his side
Their gentle touches will always be comforting to him. Seeing that he had a pretty rough life, s/o's touches is what makes him feel safe
Victor:
He noticed this quickly about his s/o. He also likes the affection they give as long as it isn't too much
He knows what it's like to be shy. So he'll return the affection at the same moment
He's the type to hold his s/o's hand in matches and completely forgets to let go to kite
The silence between him and his s/o aren't uncomfortable because they're mostly relaxing in their dorm without interpretation
A cuddle session had started, but soon turned into a napping session
Victor would try to return the affection as much as he can. But when there are people around, it makes him nervous. Which his s/o completely understand
Whenever someone is being rude to his s/o for being shy. He will refuse to help them in matches. They can say: "Help me!" All they want, it's not happening. He'll happily send it to someone else
He reads body language quite well. So words are probably barely used. They still communicate of course, but they just seem to have an easier time doing it without words?
He likes being the little spoon. I will not elaborate on this
Let's s/o rub his hand if they are out in public and they can't really express more affection since neither of them is a fan of PDA
He'll be writing letters and s/o is sitting next to him leaning on his shoulder. He'll lean his head on top of their's
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ratmonky · 3 years
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Dividing a Plaything
Word Count: 9.2k
Warnings: dub-con, cheating, gaslighting, manipulation, dacryphilia, unhealthy relationships
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A gift to my two lovely friends, @bacterialheaven & @anti-interesting​  
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With the holidays coming up, the train station was more crowded than it usually was. You didn’t mind hearing the loud and continuous chatter of the people around you, it made you feel less lonely and more included as you waited for the arrival of the train your boyfriend’s brother had taken.
Your boyfriend, Todo had invited his brother over to his place for a simple dinner where the two of you would be meeting for the first time. You couldn’t hide your excitement because Todo spoke highly of his brother, telling you how they spent years of their life and endured so many hardships together.
Todo had been having a rough time at work and seeing a familiar face could cheer him up. He didn’t have anyone other than you and his brother after all. He needed to be with people he treasured.
You had only recently moved in with him after a year of dating because his line of work prevented him from visiting you. Although you were fine with seeing him once in a while whenever he wasn’t busy, he wanted to spend every second of his life with you.
He had convinced you rather easily, telling you about how a woman your age shouldn’t live alone in the city. He told you how your life would be easier if the two of you lived together, shared a bed together, enjoyed meals together, bathed together, and of course, paid the bills together.
In the end, he was right, life was easier when you were together. You liked how much you could trust him and how protective he was when it came to you. When the two of you first met, it had been at a rescheduled Takada-chan concert when the previous one was canceled due to heavy rain. You had gone to the show after winning a ticket in a giveaway and halfway through the concert found yourself being harassed by some creep.
It was then, you heard a clap that was louder than any other clap at the concert and found yourself on the other side of the show. Dumbfounded, your eyes had scouted the entire room to see a muscular-built guy drag the creep who had been harassing you out.
You followed them out, thank this mysterious guy, and asked him if you could show your gratitude by buying him some Takada-chan merchandise.
The rest? History.
“Tokyo Train C arriving at Kyoto B.”
Quickly getting up from your seat, you headed towards the gate Todo’s brother would be arriving from.
You didn’t know what Yuuji looked like but Todo had told you that his brother knew exactly what you looked like from the pictures he would send him. Somehow, you could guess Yuuji’s appearance. Since he was Todo’s younger brother, he probably looked like a copy of him, perhaps shorter and had a smaller build and-
“Ah.” Some pink-haired guy stood in front of you. “You’re Todo’s girlfriend, right?”
There was a moment of silence as you stared up and down at him. “Yuuji Todo?”
He looked nothing like your Todo.
“Nuh-uh,” he chuckled. “It’s Yuuji Itadori.”
Again, silence.
“You’re not his brother?” you hesitantly asked.
“No,” he said, looking at you with the same confused expression that was plastered on your face. “Did he tell you I was his brother?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, shaking your head slightly with a blush. “I’m sorry about the-”
“Oh, don’t worry, he’s like a brother to me anyway. He introduces me as his brother to everyone.” Yuuji offered you a gorgeous smile before reaching his hand out to you. “Let’s take it from the beginning.”
You took his hand and mirrored his smile. “I’m (name), Aoi’s girlfriend.”
“Yuuji Itadori, Todo’s brother.” A chuckle.
The two of you shared a laugh and continued shaking hands but it didn’t feel awkward. His grip on your hand was gentle and soft, you didn’t even notice his thumb caressing your skin.
“I hope you’re hungry,” you said, finally retrieving your hand and turning around on your heels to lead the way.
“You can’t imagine, I’m so tired too.” Yuuji stretched his arms over his head as he matched your steps.
Only then you noticed the huge backpack he had with him. Todo had told you that Yuuji was only coming over for dinner and hopefully that was true. Nevertheless, you regretted not cleaning the place more thoroughly.
~~~
As soon as you opened the door to your apartment and stepped inside, Todo appeared out of nowhere to greet you. A quick kiss on your forehead and then walking past you, he grabbed Yuuji’s hand with a loud clap. The two of them hugged and were busy talking while you made your way to the kitchen to lift the aluminum foil you had put over the dishes to keep them warm.
“Aaah, Fushiguro got a girlfriend? That speechless guy too? I guess it’s only you left now.” Todo was practically yelling when he walked inside the living room. “I heard Mechamaru, no, Kokichi got a girl too.”
“Woah, I wonder how he managed to get a girlfriend.” Yuuji sounded astonished.
“Um, dinner-”
“Probably one of those sorcerer dating websites.” Todo sat on the couch and redirected his attention towards the television.
“Wait, there are websites for that?” Yuuji plopped down onto the couch next to Todo, ignoring you as well. “Is that how you met, (name)?”
“Aoi?” Your meek voice went unheard.
“No, we met at a Takada-chan concert.”
“Takada-chan has fangirls too?” Yuuji snorted, “I didn’t know.”
“(name) had won a ticket through a giveaway, she wasn’t exactly a fan but she joins me whenever I go to Takada-chan’s shows or meet and greets.” Todo smiled to himself, he was such a lucky guy to have an amenable girlfriend like you.
“Does she even like Takada-chan?”
“Not one bit,” Todo replied. “But she likes me.”
Indeed you liked him, he was your hero after all. He had saved you from a creep and as your first-ever boyfriend, Todo was perfect.
He bought you clothes he knew you would like because he had seen Takada-chan wearing them in his favorite photoshoots and he took you everywhere with him. At Takada-chan concerts he kept you close, close enough to be able to hump you while watching Takada-chan and hide it from anyone else’s view.
You were happy to be with him and give him the affection he needed. Although at times he could make you flustered with the way he groped you in public when other guys looked at you, you knew it was just because he loved you so much. He simply couldn’t keep his hands to himself and he was possessive. That was all.
“Aoi.” You tried calling out to him again to no avail. You knew they weren’t going to hear your voice so you walked around the counter and into the living room. Putting your hand on Todo’s shoulder you cut his sentence midway through.
“Yes?” he asked, turning to look at you with a warm smile that never failed to make you flustered.
“D-dinner.”
The two of them had forgotten all about dinner but with your reminder, they got up from the couch to follow you into the kitchen.
Dinner was more than the same, Todo and Yuuji chatted while you listened.
“So what grade sorcerer are you, (name)?” Yuuji asked, reaching for a glass of water.
Both you and Todo looked at each other and laughed. “I’m not a sorcerer,” you said. “I’m just a civilian.”
“She can see curses though,” Todo elaborated.
“I thought you told him about this since you said you talk about me with him all the time.” You were giggling as you took a napkin to pat on your mouth.
“We never had the chance.” Todo put down his cutlery and grabbed his plate before leaving the table to get seconds.
“Yeah.”
“Then what sorta stuff did you guys talk about me?” you asked, still a joyful smile plastered on your lips.
The other two, on the other hand, stopped smiling. They looked at each other and Todo was the one to give you an answer.
“Just about how much I love you.” He was back on his seat and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
You blushed faintly, “You’re lying~”
The mood between the two guys changed after that.
After dinner, while you were rolling up the sleeves of your shirt to do the dishes, Yuuji offered to help. You rinsed the dishes and he placed them in the dishwasher until only the large bowls were left. You were planning to wash them by hand since they wouldn’t fit in the dishwasher.
“How did you and Aoi become such good friends?” you asked while he closed the dishwasher.
“We bonded over our love for the same type of women.” Leaning back on the counter, Yuuji watched you wash the rest of the dishes by hand.
“So, Takada-chan?” you chuckled.
“I wouldn’t say her specifically.” He was about to say something else when Todo draped an arm over his shoulder.
“Yuuji and I have the same taste in women.” Todo grinned, his eyes went in between you and Yuuji a couple of times before he said something that made both of you blush. “That’s why he’s probably attracted to you.”
“Aoi!”
“Todo!”
Both of you yelled at Todo in unison and your boyfriend pouted, raising a brow slowly. “I was just saying!”
Rolling your eyes, you returned your attention to washing the rest of the dishes.
“Oh, Yuuji is staying over so I came here to ask about the clean sheets, where did you put them?” Todo asked the thing you knew he would. You kind of wished he had told you Yuuji would be staying over the night a couple of days ago, the whole apartment was dirty.
“They’re inside the vacuum sealer bags under the bed,” you replied and quickly added. “Uhh, take the green ones though! The white ones are too thick for this time of the year.”
“Yeah, I figured!” Todo left Yuuji’s side and walked past you with a quick pat on your back, thanking you for the dinner.
“I’m sorry for crashing here,” Yuuji said suddenly.
You shook your head softly, “It’s not my house, and don’t apologize please, it makes me happy to see Aoi happy. He doesn’t have many friends.”
“He doesn’t?”
“I’ve been to his class reunions and his classmates weren’t quite fond of him.” You frowned at the thought of the unpleasant memories of Todo’s classmates treating him like he wasn’t there.
Yuuji hummed in thought, “I’d say they’re hard to get along with, they don’t like me either. Todo and I didn’t get along at first either, you can’t make friends with him unless you actually try to make friends with him.”
At that moment, you understood why Todo called Yuuji his brother. Their bond was stronger than blood.
Finally done with the dishes, you patted your hands dry and turned to face Yuuji completely.
“What’s Aoi’s type of woman?” You were hesitant about asking this, perhaps the description was the complete opposite of you. “What kind of woman does he like?”
“Tall women with big ass,” Yuuji didn’t hesitate to answer.
“Oh,” you forced out a chuckle. “I don’t think I exactly fit the description.”
“Maybe,” he said but then offered you a gentle smile. “But having a type doesn’t mean he’d only be attracted to those kinda women. I mean, you’re pretty and I’m sure you’re more than his type. I’d call you his perfect match, not many people can tolerate him you know.”
You were about to thank him for trying to consult you but Todo appeared between the two of you after a loud clap.
“Brother,” Todo sighed. “Isn’t it obvious? She’s the one for me.”
Blushing at the way your boyfriend emphasized the words, you jokingly hit him on the chest. “You’re too much.”
“Shall we go to the living room?” Todo suggested as he grabbed beers from the fridge. “It’s way too cramped in here.”
Nodding, Yuuji followed after Todo and walked past you but not without pressing himself against you. It could have been an accident but the pause was too long, his hand as he walked past you caressed your waist and back as well.
No, you were overreacting. You didn’t want to upset Todo. You were definitely overthinking this.
In the living room, the two of them were talking when you sat beside Todo. You tried joining their conversation whenever you managed to follow the topic but most of the time you were sitting quietly, leaning against your boyfriend while sipping on a beer.
It wasn’t long until you got a little too bored and excused yourself to bed.
After you left, silence fell in the living room for half an hour or longer. At least it was long enough for them to be sure you weren’t awake.
“She’s prettier than the pictures,” Yuuji said, chugging the last bit of his beer. “She’s also cuter than you described her to be.”
“You should see her when she’s talking about stuff she likes, she gets all excited and it’s adorable.” Todo reached for the remote control and turned the volume up enough to suppress their voices.
“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.” Yuuji put his empty beer bottle on the table.
Todo grabbed both of their beer bottles and went to the kitchen to get more beer. “So, what do you think, brother?” he asked after plopping down on the couch next to him.
Yuuji took the beer he was holding out to him and nodded languidly as if trying to consider his words. “She’s… she’s really my type.”
Todo clinked his beer bottle with his best friend’s and chuckled softly, “I told you we had the same taste in women.”
~~~
In the morning, you woke up earlier than your boyfriend and spent a longer time than usual trying to escape from his strong embrace. Eventually, you slipped out of his arms. Although if it was any other day, you would enjoy cuddling with him until it was all toasty in bed, you had a guest in your home.
Changing your clothes, you opened the door of your room as quietly as you could to make your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. You tried peeking into the living room to see if Yuuji was still sleeping but the delicious smell of coffee gave you the answer.
You walked into the kitchen to find Yuuji cooking breakfast. He didn’t notice your presence continued rolling the omelet to make it thicker.
“G-good morning,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself.
Yuuji whipped his head around and flashed you a gorgeous smile. “Good morning! Sorry, if I woke you up.”
“N-no.” You blushed faintly at the intensity of his stare. “I woke up myself.”
“Ah, I hope you don’t mind me using your kitchen. Todo said it was fine but-”
“I don’t mind it!” you said hurriedly, “I don’t wake up to prepared breakfast that often so I can’t complain.”
He returned his attention to the thick omelet and nodded. “Hopefully, my cooking will be to your liking then.”
“I’m sure it is!” You put your hands on the counter and jumped at the same time as you hoisted yourself up to sit on the counter. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did.”
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you after that. You quietly watched him cook, the way his biceps would tighten each time he shook the pan to fold the omelet and his focused eyes were hypnotizing.
He was glancing at you at times when he did something impressive, smiling. You found it a little weird but didn’t say anything regarding his behavior.
“Good morning!”
Todo entered the kitchen, yawning and with messy hair.
Both of you said it back.
He gave you a peck on the lips before grabbing a coffee mug. “What should we do tonight?”
You gave yourself a moment to think. Perhaps you could eat takeout today, it had been a while since you had a lazy night with Todo. Or perhaps drink wine and get in the tub together. You opened your mouth to give your answer but Yuuji spoke instead of you.
“I was thinking of eating beef and watching tonight’s football match.”
Todo smiled, humming happily as he took a sip from his coffee. “Sounds great.” Noticing your stare, he raised a brow. “You don’t want beef?”
You shook your head, not wanting to say anything while Yuuji was there but as expected of your considerate boyfriend, he leaned forward so you could whisper in his ear.
Hesitantly you spoke. “I thought Itadori was only staying the night.”
“Oh, no. Brother is staying over for the whole week. We’re gonna investigate a curse together.”
Your eyes widened, he hadn’t mentioned anything about this to you. However, you could never say anything against it.
~~~
“This one’s my favorite,” Todo said, showing a picture of you to Yuuji. “She’s wearing Takada-chan’s limited edition dress here.”
“Yeah, you sent this to me a long time ago.” In the picture, you were hiking the skirt of the dress up to reveal your bare thighs and pussy with a blushed face.
“Did I?” Todo stared at his phone and smiled at the picture dreamily. “I send so many pictures of her to you that I sometimes forget which ones I haven’t sent yet.”
“Well, I don’t mind receiving them twice.” Yuuji took out his phone to check his own photo gallery. He scrolled down to the album folders and opened the hidden file. He was greeted by a ton of pictures of you, mostly taken by yourself. Each one of them you were awkwardly posing to show off your naked body. In some pictures you had lingerie but those weren’t quite his favorite.
“Look.” Todo pointed at his own phone. On the screen, there was another picture of you. In the picture, you were on top of your boyfriend, it was possibly taken mid-sex. Your bare chest was illuminated by the flash of the camera and your eyes were closed as you were balancing yourself on your hands that were resting on Todo’s stomach, you looked lost in pleasure.
“I don’t have that one.” Yuuji immediately could tell he hadn’t gotten this specific picture.
“Ah, I’ll send it to you.”
~~~
“She likes it when you…”
~~~
“Oh, her weak point is…”
~~~
“You know,” Todo started, wrapping his arms around you once you changed out of your work clothes and into a Takada-chan merch shirt. “I think Yuuji likes you.”
The guy mentioned was running a last-minute errand downtown, the two of you were alone in your room.
You let out an awkward laugh and leaned back on his chest. “Well, I like him too since he’s your closest friend.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” he whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the skin.
“W-what?” You turned your head away from his lips but he leaned down to kiss your neck, not letting you escape.
“I told you we have the same taste in women. He definitely is attracted to you, I can tell.” He pressed his lips on your pulse point, giving you enticing kisses.
You couldn’t hear his words, too focused on his lips instead.
Smiling into your skin, Todo slid his hands up your sides to cup your tits over your shirt. He gave them an encouraging squeeze and you immediately arched into his touch, pressing your ass onto him. “I think you’re attracted to him too, hmm?”
You didn’t answer.
“(name),” he uttered oh so softly before lolling his tongue out of his mouth to drag the wet muscle up from your neck to your jaw. He pressed his lips on the shell of your ear, his hot breath hitting on your skin. “You like Yuuji.”
“Yes.” You could feel him grow larger behind you, he was in the mood.
When you finally gave him the response he had been waiting for, Todo lifted you up to carry you towards the end of the bed.  
A moan escaped your lips when he pushed you face down onto the mattress and pulled your shorts down along with your panties.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” He pushed two fingers inside of you, with how wet you were, his thick digits easily went inside. Twirling them around, he smiled to himself as he pulled them back to thrust inside softly, dragging the pads on his fingers in a specific way to drive you crazy.
Clutching on the bedsheets, you lifted your ass up, begging for more. “Aoi…”
“What is it?” He could tease you all day.
Wiggling your hips, you groaned in frustration while he continued moving his fingers agonizingly slowly inside your wet pussy.
“Use your words.”
You flushed, “I want you.”
“You want what?” He added another finger to the mix, thrusting inside sluggishly despite how wildly your walls were pulsating around his digits. It took him a great among of self-restraint to not pounce on you right now, fucking you frenziedly to feel your insides throb like that around him.
“I want your…” Ah, so embarrassing. “I want your dick.”
Luckily, Todo was more than willing to provide.
He pulled down the front of his pants with one hand while continuing to move his fingers. When he finally pulled out his fingers and pressed the tip of his cock on your entrance you were mewling him to hurry up.
Snapping his hips forward, Todo gave you what you wanted. He was only halfway inside but you were already screaming into the mattress. You could never get used to his size. He was too big for you.
Todo proceeded to push his hips forward slowly until his entire length was inside your pussy. He stilled momentarily to let you get used to his size as usual before tentatively pulling his hips back to surge them forward in a sudden motion.
You moaned audibly, clutching the bedsheets tighter.
He pulled back and thrust in your pussy with a loud clap continuously, the pace didn’t falter once but it was the force of his thrusts that made your eyes tear up and punched the air out of your lungs.
Todo grabbed you by your hips to pull you towards his hips at the same time he was snapping them forward. Moaning at the sounds of your skins clapping on each other, he put his foot on the bed to put more strength behind his thrusts.
His balls were slapping against your skin harshly and he could go a lot deeper in this position. It wasn’t long until his cock throbbed because of your gummy walls clenching around him.
Pulling out of you, Todo flipped you over and held his cock over your face. “Open your mouth.”
Obediently you lifted yourself up from the bed using your elbows to take the tip of his cock inside your mouth.
Todo’s hand around his cock moved faster than your eyes could follow and when his cock started twitching he groaned softly. Soon after you felt him releasing his seed into your mouth.
You swallowed his cum and gently licked the tip to clean it.
“Can’t you try sucking it for once?” he asked sheepishly, eyes hazy with lust as he was looking down at you.
“It’s too big.” Was your reply. It was mostly, you weren’t confident enough to take his cock in your mouth but it wasn’t impossible.
“Won’t you try it?” He placed his hand on your cheek, thumb caressing the skin.
How could you say no to that…
You were about to get in a comfortable position when the doorbell chimed, making both of you jolt.
Yuuji was back.
“Brother,” he sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly, “Why did you have to arrive just as things were getting good?”
“We’ll do it once he leaves Kyoto,” you said, smiling. “I promise.”
Todo smiled down at you and leaned down to kiss you. “You better keep your promise.”
The moment he kissed you, the doorbell chimed once again but this time repeatedly. Giving you a small peck on your lips, Todo tucked himself back in his pants as he walked out of the bedroom to open the door for Yuuji.
You joined them only after you managed to catch your breath.
The dinner was uneventful, the boys cooked the beef and you made some garnish.
After dinner, you prepared some snacks for them to watch during the football match and although you were planning to go take a bath to leave them alone, Todo insisted that you stayed.
That was how you ended up on the couch, staring at the television with a blank expression. You didn’t understand much from the football match they were watching but it didn’t stop you from settling to Todo’s side with his arm over your shoulder.
Feeling his warmth was enough to lull you to sleep if it wasn’t for the narrator’s mundane voices or Yuuji’s excited voice explaining Todo about the opposite team’s players and some other stuff you couldn’t keep up. As your eyelids got heavier and it was impossible to keep them open anymore, you felt your boyfriend’s hand going inside the front of your shirt to cup your tit.
Your eyes immediately snapped open as you jolted awake, eyes wide and in panic.
Todo glanced down at you momentarily with a smirk before returning his attention to Yuuji who was still busy explaining to him about one of the goalkeepers. You gasped and wanted to tell him that his friend was going to see what he was doing but he shut you up once he gave your tit a generous squeeze.
Flushing, you covered your face with a hand, hoping that the guy next to your boyfriend wouldn’t see you like this.
“I’m gonna grab another beer,” Yuuji said, getting up from the couch. “You guys want anything-” His eyes landed on your blushing face and then to the large hand that was groping your tit under the shirt. His own cheeks flushed slightly as he averted his gaze.
“I don’t need anything,” Todo said, the smile in his voice was noticeable. “Do you want anything, (name)?”
You shook your head slowly, you were getting dizzy from embarrassment and also from excitement of being seen like this by Yuuji.
Yuuji nodded and went to the kitchen to grab a beer for himself. When he came back he continued his explanation about the opposite team to Todo, ignoring your mewls and gasps whenever your boyfriend rolled your nipple between his knuckles or pinched them.
Todo pulled his hand away only after the football match had ended, by that time you were a total mess.
“We should go to bed,” Todo said, lifting you up. “(name) doesn’t feel well.”
Yuuji didn’t comment on anything as Todo carried you back to your room, wishing his friend goodnight.
In the bedroom, Todo didn’t waste any seconds to strip you out of your clothes, the excitement of knowing that his friend could be jerking off in the living room was enough to make him cum in his pants but he held back.
“You’re the worst,” you whimpered but it broke into a moan when he took your sensitive nipple in his mouth. Wrapping your arms around his head, you pulled him towards yourself, wanting more. “I hate you.”
He bit your nipple, making you writhe in pain. “Do you mean that?” he asked as he pulled himself away from you.
“Nooo~” you whined. “I love you.”
“You must love Yuuji too,” he said, pushing his fingers inside your pussy. “You’ve gotten so wet. It was because he was watching, right?”
“I don’t know.” You wanted to deny it but he was telling the truth, he had to be. Todo knew you the best, better than you knew yourself. “M-maybe.”
The strings that were holding Todo back snapped one by one. "You were being so loud, you might as well have just gotten on your knees and begged for his attention. You should've moaned his name and begged him to fuck you like a whore on that couch."
“Don’t say that!”
“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” He pulled his pants down and flipped you over to your stomach to shove his entire length inside you impatiently. “Be more honest, will you?”
You shamelessly moaned out loud, arching your back.
“You want Yuuji to fuck you like this, don’t you?” He snapped his hips forward punching the air out of your lungs.
This time without any hesitation. “Yes!”
~~~
“Why don’t you fuck her already?” Sukuna scoffed. “She was sitting there like a bitch in heat, begging to be fucked.”
“Stop talking vulgarly about her like that,” Yuuji pulled his pants down, ignoring Sukuna and focusing on your loud moans instead.
“You should be a man and show her that you want her.” Sukuna wouldn’t shut up though.
Yuuji spat in his palm and wrapped his hand around his cock, “Be quiet, will you?”
“You want her to be yours right?”
It became silent for a moment. The only sounds were your moans mixed up with skin clapping on skin coming from the other room.
“If you don’t act dominant, you’ll never get to have a woman for yourself. Do you always wanna have someone else’s seconds?”
Satisfied the way he got to him, Sukuna disappeared from Yuuji’s cheek, leaving the latter all alone with his thoughts.
~~
Todo was coming home late today. Meaning that you were alone with Yuuji for the time being.
You were cooking dinner for the two of you while he was in the living room watching television
Since this morning, you had been unable to look him in the eye. Things that happened yesterday wouldn’t leave your mind for a mere moment, you were embarrassed and ashamed but Yuuji seemed indifferent.
Perhaps these sorts of stuff were normal between guy friends. You didn’t know. Todo was your first boyfriend ever and this was the first time you were meeting one of his closest friends.
It could be.
“Do you need help with anything?”
You jolted in surprise and glanced over your shoulder towards him. “Um, no but thank you!”
“Hmm, okay.” Yuuji leaned back on the counter, watching you intently instead of going back to the living room.
Although you returned your attention to the food you were cooking, you could sense his stare on your body. His stare was intense, whether it was your sixth sense or not, you could tell exactly where he might be looking at your body from the way your muscles stiffened.
You didn’t want to say anything, freaking out that it might upset Todo if you confronted Yuuji. What if you became that ‘crazy girlfriend’ for Todo and he broke up with you just because you were acting like a prude?
Ignore his staring. That was all you had to do. As long as you kept your distance, you would be fine.
Argh! Last night was too much, you were going insane. This was all Todo’s fault and-
“You’re wearing something that’s similar to Takada-chan’s outfit right?” he suddenly asked.
“Y-yeah.” Oh, as always you were being paranoid for nothing. He was just staring at your dress. “Todo likes it when I wear them because-”
“And he probably only fucks you from behind.”
You dropped the spoon you were holding but Yuuji continued.
“Bull’s eye, huh?” He had a blank expression on his face. “He’s probably imagining Takada-chan since from the back he can’t see your face. Only the flashy pink and red clothes. And I can bet he makes you do your hair like hers too, I guess it looks good from the back as well.”
Dead silence filled the kitchen, you didn’t dare to lean down to pick up the spoon or turn off the stoves.
“But I guess you know about all that,” Yuuji sighed, taking a step forward towards you. “You want him to love you no matter what. Even if it means he’ll fantasize about some idol.” He took another step, you mirrored his movements and took a step back. “You’re pathetically in love with him.”
“Stop,” you pleaded, covering your ears like a kid. “Stop it!”
Yuuji turned off the stoves and gently grabbed your wrists to pull them down. “It’s not a bad thing,” he said. “Loving someone to the point you devote your entire presence to them, it’s admirable.” His eyes had this gentle look in them and you could feel the empathy through them. He had been in this position before. He knew your pain. “You love him even though he uses you for his own fantasies but Todo loves you too. I know he does because I’ve fallen in love with you too.”
Fall for it.
Your eyes teared up, lower lip trembling. “I can’t… We can’t-”
Fall for the bait.
“Todo and I have the same taste in women. He wants us to get along.”
“This isn’t how two friends get along…”
Yuuji pulled you closer to himself looking deep into your eyes. “Todo told me it was okay. He said he wanted to share you with me. He wants someone to love you as much as you love him, so won’t you let me?”
You were trembling in front of him, your glossy eyes and pouting lips were too much for him.
“Itadori-”
“Yuuji,” he said, lifting his hand to caress your cheek hesitantly. “Call me Yuuji.”
“Y-Yuuji.” You tested out his name, smiling sheepishly when he pressed his forehead against yours.
“(name),” he whispered, impatient of all this waiting because he had been yearning to have you for himself for so long. So long. “Won’t you let me kiss you already? I won’t think about anyone else, I will kiss you .”
You couldn’t say anything, your hands went to clutch on his shirt and you nodded falteringly.
He leaned down, closing the distance between your faces until his lips met yours. There were butterflies in your stomach, your heart fluttered in joy, and for the first time ever, even though he had closed his eyes, you knew Yuuji wasn’t thinking of someone else while kissing you.
His lips moved against yours experimentally, testing the waters to see what you liked. He caressed your cheek using one hand and used his other hand to press on the small of your back to bring you closer to him.
You moaned into the kiss and parted your lips.
Just as Todo said you would.
Yuuji was hungrily kissing you, pushing his tongue into your mouth to twirl it around yours and savor your taste. He softly caressed your cheek with his thumb as he moaned encouragingly to get you to kiss him back with the same enthusiasm.
However, you were too timid, barely moving your lips or kissing him back. He slid his hand from the small of your back to under the skirt of your dress to grope the supple flesh of your ass hard enough to make you moan into the kiss again.
This time you opened your mouth fully, shyly letting your tongue move with his as your grip on his shirt tightened.
Smiling into the kiss, Yuuji lifted you up with the same hand that was groping your ass and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the living room.
The way he was holding you so tightly even when he sat on the couch with you on his lap, it was all so tender. He was holding you like you meant the world to him, fragile yet passionate.
Yuuji was feeling this way about you. Only you. Nobody else.
Your heart fluttered but your chest clenched as you hungrily kissed him back. You tasted your tears in the kiss, how pathetic. All that just from him telling you he loved you? Pathetic. Pathetic. You were so pathetic. You wondered if he found how desperately you wanted to feel loved pathetic too.
He didn’t seem to overthink like you, his hands were on your hips, pressing you against his growing bulge and kissing you with the same eagerness you kissed Todo with.
Todo.
Something within your mind revived itself, you pulled back from the kiss while more tears spilled down to your cheeks. Your hands were on his chest as you pushed yourself away from him. “No, I can’t do this. I love Todo.”
Todo?
Wasn’t he Aoi to you?
“Todo said you loved me too.” One of his hands went under your skirt and he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt. You had completely soaked your panties and were still trying to deny the fact that you didn’t want this.
Adorable.
You whimpered when he drew a tight circle over your clothed nub.  “Yuuji, please.”
“Please what?” he raised a brow, face inanimate. “Do you really want me to stop? It’s just the two of us in here, you can be honest with me.”
A blush colored your cheeks and you looked away from him instead of giving him an answer.
He took it as a yes.
Pulling your panties to the side, he let two of his digits slide inside your slick heat. Moaning at the sensation, you covered your mouth in shame, eyes finally returning to Yuuji.
He flashed you a stunning smile. “You’re gorgeous.”
You covered your face with a hand, embarrassed out of your mind as he curled his fingers inside of you, rubbing the pad of his fingers on a sensitive spot he knew about. Your hips bucked against his hand and you whined in surprise.
Only Todo could make you feel this good. Right?
What if you stopped loving Todo because Yuuji made you feel good like him?
An enormous wave of panic washed over you.
“I-I-I changed my mind.”
“Did you?” Yuuji abruptly used the strength of his entire arm to finger fuck you.
Your mouth opened in a silent scream, both hands pressing on Yuuji’s shoulders to balance yourself as he was messing you up. “Yuuji, no!”
It was too late, you could feel the incoming wave of pleasure, your pussy was sucking his fingers deeper inside and clenching around them greedily. You were begging for something bigger and thicker.
Yuuji continued thrusting his fingers inside your cunt and started rubbing his palm against your clit for extra friction for you.
You were getting closer, the overwhelming wave of pleasure was growing bigger, threatening to leave you trembling and whimpering once he was done with you.
Then the familiar sound of a door being unlocked echoed inside the apartment.
The feeling of shame and guilt returned but you didn’t get to push yourself away from Yuuji.
“Stop,” you begged in tears, whimpering. However, your whimper soon turned into a shameless moan when you felt a tongue take a skillful lick against your folds before taking your clit in its mouth.
You looked down at Yuuji and he looked right back at you.
Your eyes landed on the hand that was fucking you. There was something, lapping at your cunt. It was a tongue. You could feel it zealously licking you.
Yuuji didn’t look aware of anything, his fingers moved all the same but what made you break down and lose the strength of your legs was the mouth embedded on his palm.
You met eyes with Todo who had just walked into the living room as your entire body shook uncontrollably and the heavenly euphoric feeling took over your senses. It was impossible to tear your eyes away from him, the sense of guilt was forgotten, you were pretending it was Todo who made you cum, not Yuuji or that thing in his hand.
Yuuji pulled his hand back and you actually caught a glimpse of a grinning mouth slowly disappearing into his skin.
No this wasn’t the time. Todo had… he had seen you like this. He was going to misunderstand.
“Aoi,” you whispered, trying to regain your strength to stand up on your legs. “Aoi, this is-” You nearly fell off from the couch but Yuuji caught you. In tears, you pushed him away and stood up, walking over to your boyfriend. “Aoi, I’m sorry he… he was the one-”
"I knew you liked Yuuji, but I didn't think you'd be this needy for him…” Todo slapped a hand on his face and dragged it down slowly, hiding his grin but keeping a serious expression. “What kind of girl are you really? You came on his fingers as soon as I walked in. Do you like being watched, is that it? Do you like messing with guys who aren't your boyfriend?”
“No!” you sobbed, hands desperately reaching out to hold his hand. “I love you, I only love you. H-he tried to use my love for you against me… It wasn’t my fault, I swear… Aoi, please, it wasn’t me. He kissed me first.”
“It wasn’t you?” Todo raised a brow, pulling his hand away. “Are you going to accuse my brother like that when you told me you loved him? DIdn’t you say you wanted to be fucked by him? You know me and Yuuji have the same type yet you still teased him with the clothes you wear around the apartment, and you let yourself get fondled in front of him mewling like a helpless kitten. What was he supposed to think?”
“I-I only love you, I swear!” You gripped onto his shirt. “Aoi, please, please, please!”
“You know our walls are thin but you still moaned and screamed all night knowing Yuuji was in the room next door." Todo’s brows furrowed, he pointed a finger at your face. "Wasn’t this what you wanted? You said you loved Yuuji, you said you wanted to be fucked by Yuuji and now you're mad because what? He kissed you?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Your face was stained with tears, crying helplessly, begging for forgiveness from your boyfriend.
“Don’t apologize to me,” Todo sighed. “You need to apologize to my best friend and find a way to make it up to him."
“It’s alright, Todo,” Yuuji said, appearing behind you. “She’s right, I went overboard. Maybe I should leave and stay at a hotel for the rest of the week. I don’t wanna be a burden or cause any problems between the two of you.”
If he left now, Todo was going to hate you. He was going to break up with you for accusing his best friend- weren’t you telling the truth- no! You were accusing him.
“No, please, Yuuji.” You turned your head towards him, begging him with teary eyes. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, please, it was all my fault. Please, I’m sorry.” Hysterically crying, you buried your face to Todo’s chest. “Please, please forgive me. Please!”
The two guys nodded at the same time and almost laughed at how your voice was breaking. Almost.
Todo put a hand on the back of your dress and pulled you away from him by gripping the fabric. “Well, I'm glad you could cry out somewhat of an apology but I told you to find a way to make it up to him."
"How am I supposed to-"
Todo abruptly leaned down, staring at you with an intimidatingly blank look on his face. “How would Takada-chan apologize?”
Your shoulders stiffened, your limbs turned to stone but you still were able to shake your head hesitantly.
“What?” Todo’s face had gotten closer. “You’re not sorry, Takada-chan? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Stop it,” you whimpered, fresh tears forming in your eyes. “I’m not Takada-chan.”
“Hey,” Yuuji said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “She said she’s sorry, I’m not hurt or anything. Don’t make her cry like that. I went overboard, I thought she liked me like you said so I should be the one to apologize.”
Todo’s features softened and he shook his head slightly as he turned to face his friend, “Ahh, I’m sorry too. It’s just that… I was sure you two would get along but she went and blew it up.”
“I’ll get along with him,” you promised, wiping your tears, smiling in despair. “Please, Aoi. I’ll even love Yuuji as much as I love you. Please. Just don’t… please don’t leave me.”
Todo let out an audible sigh, he looked distraught, shoulders shaking from what you thought was sadness but he was simply trying to hold back his laughter. “Prove it to me.”
You lifted your head, eyes wide. “Prove what? I’ll do anything you ask me to do-”
Cutting your sentence short, Todo reached out his hand to you and his other hand to his friend. Without hesitation, you put your hand in his and Yuuji did the same. Slowly, Todo brought his hands together and made the two of you hold hands. “Prove that you love Yuuji."
“I can’t let him have my body,” you said, voice breaking after getting an image of what he was implying. “My heart and body belong to you.”
“What about your mouth? My best friend likes the same things I like... and you can't make the same excuses with him that you do with me.”
Oh.
He perhaps knew the reason why you didn’t want to suck him off.
You were terrified of him looking at you, scared that he would dump you if he fucked you even once while looking at you. Although you wanted him to have eyes only for you, it wasn’t possible when his heart didn’t belong to you.
Maybe, only maybe… If both of you started being more honest with each other, you could be the person in his heart, sharing it with Yuuji rather than his favorite idol.
Todo placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward towards your bedroom. You knew what to do.
The walk to your room was awkward and silent. Yuuji’s hand was sweaty and calloused as you dragged him to the bedroom but your trembling hand fit perfectly in his hand. The two of you were a match made in heaven.
Todo followed you inside the bedroom, watched the two of you climb on the bed. You reached to the front of Yuuji’s sweats, pulling them down by hooking your fingers under the waistband.
You were so focused on your task that you hadn’t realized how badly you were shaking.
“(name),” Yuuji said softly, putting his hand over yours. “Do you remember what I said to you?”
You stared up at him for an answer.
“Todo wants someone to love you as much as you love him. Will you let me do that?” Despite your previous hysterical crying, you managed to blush at his words, the pressure on your shoulders disappeared and you got lost within his kind smile that was directed at you.
Nodding, you got on all fours while Yuuji leaned back on the mattress as you hooked a finger underneath the waistband of his boxers to peel them off to release his aching cock. Once his cock bounced free, you were distantly aware of the mattress dipping behind you.
It was Todo. After settling behind you, he hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties down.
“Focus on me,” a voice said, his warm hand lovingly caressed your cheek.
You looked at Yuuji through your clumped lashes, he was pumping his cock sluggishly while looking at you intently. All of his attention was on you, he wasn’t looking through you like Todo. He was looking at you. Only you.
In response, you leaned further down to take the tip of his cock in your mouth. He retrieved his hand from his cock and you wrapped your own hand around the base, moving it along the length with a nice firm pressure.
Bobbing your head, you took more than half of his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you moved up and closer towards the pink tip.
“That feels good,” Yuuji groaned softly, he put a hand on the top of your head, petting it to praise you. “You’re amazing at this.”
His kind tone encouraged you to bob your head and you tried taking him deeper inside your mouth.
“Ahh, you’re so into this…” Yuuji grew harder inside of your mouth and pulled you towards him by your head, his hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to hit the back of your throat.
Behind you, Todo was dragging the tip of his cock between your folds, he was oddly quiet, possibly still upset but you still arched your back for him. You needed to prove to him how good you could make him feel. Only you could make him feel this good. Nobody else. He needed to know that.
Todo pushed the tip of his cock inside and surged his hips forward until his entire length was inside you with a low groan. You moaned around Yuuji’s cock, the vibrations coming from your throat were enough to make him grab a chunk of your hair to steady himself.
Suddenly Yuuji forced you down onto his cock until your nose was touching his pinkish pubes. With Yuuji being deep down in your throat and Todo’s cock completely stretching you out, you had thought you were being stuffed to your limit. It was all too much. You gagged and planted your hands on Yuuji’s thighs to push yourself away from his cock.
You didn’t get the chance though.
Clap.
Your jaw relaxed and your pussy clenched around nothing for barely a second but then abruptly you felt your jaw forcefully open wider around the cock in your mouth. Tearing up, you gagged roughly. The girth was thicker than before and you barely managed to blink when a large hand landed on top of your head to card his fingers through your hair.
“No teeth,” Todo warned.
Eyes widening, you stared up at your boyfriend through your lashes in panic as a pair of hands gripped your hips tightly.
“Ahh, you’re so tight,” Yuuji groaned, tentatively pulling his hips back to snap them forward.
They had switched places.
You were confused but it didn’t take you long to put the pieces together to realize it was Todo’s whatever sorcery was the cause of this.
Glaring up at Todo, you attempted to move your hips away from Yuuji but they both had you trapped between them.
Without a warning, your boyfriend started bucking his hips up into your mouth. As upset as you were, there was no way you were going to let this one slip. There was no possible way.-
“You look cuter than Takada-chan like this,” Todo whispered with a gentle smile on his lips. He was telling the truth, having your luscious lips wrapped around his cock with your tear-stained face and furrowed brows that were looking at him with anger… it was purely erotic. “Can you keep your promise for me?”
Your heart fluttered with joy, anger past forgotten, you bobbed your head. Todo hissed through his teeth, letting you move however you pleased.
Yuuji on the other hand was losing more of his composure every passing second. His hands that were gripping your sides were shaking as he decided to move again. Your walls were clamping on his cock, threatening to milk him dry each time he pulled out and thrust inside your pulsating cunt.
As he was trying to find a rhythm he liked, his instincts took over. Yuuji snapped his hips forward, balls slapping against your skin with a loud clap. His pace was irregular yet merciless. Incredibly vigorous, each thrust deep and penetrating. He let out a growl as your tight walls clenched around him after your boyfriend’s cock grazed the back of your throat.
Yuuji’s nails dug into your skin and he started fucking you almost frantically. With each snap of his hips, you took more of Todo’s cock down your throat. Tears streamed down your cheeks but pleasuring your boyfriend was more important. The pain was nothing compared to keeping your promise to Todo.
“Good girl,” he praised, wiping your tears with his thumbs, “My girl.”
Your pussy clenched at his words, making Yuuji lose himself completely at the sensation. He slammed into your cunt with amazing vigor, forcing you to take the entire length of Todo’s cock in your mouth as the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix at the same time your nose brushed against Todo’s pubes.
Both of the guys moaned while your eyes rolled back to the back of your head. You were getting completely lost in the sweet ecstasy of Yuuji’s cock ravishing your pussy and Todo’s cock was stretching your throat simultaneously.
They were both about to cum.
You felt Yuuji’s cock twitch inside of you as Todo held his hands up and waited before slowly clapping them together.
Clap!
Your jaw relaxed once again but then your walls stretched to the point of your legs giving up under you. Yuuji took Todo’s place in your mouth and came down your throat with an audible grumble. He pulled out rather quickly, letting you take a breath to swallow his cum down.
Todo slouched forward to mount you completely and grunted into your ear as he picked up from where his best friend left. He reached one of his hands under you to toy with your clit, drawing tight circles around the nub. He snapped his hips forward, nosing some of your hair out of the way to grunt into your ear. “You’re enjoying this more than I thought. I think I know why... I think you like being shared, don’t you?"
“Yes, yes, yes!” You nodded rapidly, screaming out his name.
“You love Yuuji and you love me.”
“Yes!”
“You like being shared.”
“I… I-I do!” You weren’t sure if you were saying all of these to satisfy him or you actually wanted them but it didn’t matter. You were ready to do anything and everything to keep Todo happy.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock throbbed, thick spurts of his cum filled your womb and overflowed into your pussy.
Breathless, you desperately held onto Yuuji’s thighs as Todo continued fucking his cum deep inside of you. “Why’d you switch?” Yuuji asked almost like a kid that was about to throw a tantrum.
“I can’t let you cum inside her, she’s still my girl at the end of the day.” Todo’s voice was mischievous, the grin in his voice was also present.
“I was gonna pull out,” he protested.
“I’ll let you do it next time if she’s up to it.” Todo pulled out and retrieved his hands from your hips. As soon as the only thing holding you up disappeared, your body went limp like a ragdoll on the mattress. “What do you say, (name)?”
His cum oozed out from your gaping hole and onto the sheets. You opened your mouth to stutter a single word Todo wanted to hear, “O-okay.”
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yakultberry · 3 years
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✪ summary: it's no surprise that doyoung spoils you on your birthday, but somehow, he still takes your breath away. ✪ pairing: law student!doyoung x reader ✪ genre(s): fluff, college au ✪ word count: 1.5k words
✪ a/n: another birthday fic i wrote, this time for my queen @secndlife !! love you, karol 💖 or should i say horanghae ADJFLAJSDLJF anyway, this is just a little snippet of a college au that we sometimes indulge ourselves with hehehe enjoy!
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“You have something on your lips, baby.”
You look across the small cafe table at your boyfriend, a small smile spreading on your icing-covered lips. “Well, maybe you should help me clean it up. It’s my birthday after all.”
Doyoung, used to your antics, just rolls his eyes as he grabs a napkin and reaches over to wipe at your mouth. “Ah, so you’re doing this on purpose,” he says with a raised eyebrow, his tone stern. But you don’t miss the subtle way his lips curl up at the corners or the way his eyes instantly soften when they meet yours.
“Maybe,” you hum playfully. Not quite satisfied with his reaction, you press on. “I thought you might have kissed it off, though. It’s more romantic, you know.”
He lets out a huff, scrunching his nose at you. “Oh, so now you’re teasing me!” Even after dating for over a year, Doyoung still can’t help feeling flustered whenever you bat your lashes at him (though he definitely exaggerates his reactions just to see you giggle like you are now). Again, he fails to hide the small smile on his own face. “Just eat the rest of your cake, we have to go soon!”
“Fine, I guess the kisses can wait until later,” you say through your laughter, only to double down when Doyoung lets out another exasperated sound. To everyone else, Doyoung is a put-together, intelligent pre-law student, expertly juggling his studies, vice president duties at the fraternity, and his personal life (that’s you). Those who know Doyoung less, might call him uptight, maybe even overbearing-- it is a common misconception of pre-law majors after all.
To you though, you know that underneath his cool, type A exterior, there is a soft, nurturing side to your boyfriend. As hard as he tried to keep up his facade, the boy never really stood a chance against you; and now, all his love simply flows out through each of his actions, constantly enveloping you in a warmth you’ve never felt before. Still, you can’t help but poke fun at him at times, loving the blush that would creep on his cheeks whenever he tried too hard to hide his affection for you.
“Should I let them know that we’re on our way back now?” you ask as Doyoung finishes up paying the bill.
“Wait no, don’t!”
Just as you pick up your phone, Doyoung places a hand over yours, his eyes wide. Your own narrow at him slowly. “...Why not?” When your dear boyfriend tries to only respond with a smile that more resembles a grimace, it is suddenly your turn to be stern. “Baby.”
“Well, I might have told Johnny and Lily that this was going to be a surprise party. Yuta and Daisy, too.”
You blink. “Doyoung, you do know that to throw a surprise party, the person has to be, you know, surprised. Also, you know I hate surprises!”
“Well yes, that’s why I told you that we’re having a party,” Doyoung explains. He takes your hand in his as you exit the cafe, simply walking up the street to get to your apartment. “I just thought it would be funny to tell Johnny and Lily that they had to go to the apartment early to decorate it before you arrive or something.”
“Oh my god.” The both of you meet eyes with mutual shit-eating grins. For the past summer, the two of you had been persistently trying to set up your two friends to confess their (very obvious) feelings for each other. As the months go on, one of your forms of entertainment has been creating situations where they could be alone. “How long have they been there for?”
“Maybe two hours?”
“Nooo, that’s probably the longest yet!” you cackle heartily, squeezing his hand in yours out of habit. “Oh god, this is why I love you.”
“I know, I know, I’m a genius,” Doyoung sing-songs, chuckling beside you.
“Wait, but if we walk in and find them making out on the couch, I will lowkey fight you,” you deadpan, only half joking. As much as you wanted the two to finally get together, you did not want to see them sucking face in your home. Where you live.
“You promise?”
“Shut up!” Your laughter echoes against the tall buildings lining the street.
The late afternoon sun streams between the gaps of the skyscrapers and washes the apples of your smiling cheeks in a warm summer glow. Although the fall semester has yet to begin, there are many young people bustling about, and your shoulder brushes against Doyoung’s as you leisurely stroll up the sidewalk. It’s moments like these that make him stop and remember how lucky he is to have someone as radiant as you.
He lifts your clasped hands to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I love you too, by the way.”
“Hmm, you better.”
It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your apartment, the both of you excitedly talking about your plans for the evening up until you get on the elevator.
“I texted them we’re on the way up, but Yuta said they’re not ready,” Doyoung laughs.
“It’s fine, I already know anyway!” you say, impatient to start the night’s festivities already. According to Doyoung, he had even bought a table at one of the swankiest clubs in the city, and you did not plan on walking in even slightly sober.
“No but,” Doyoung whispers as you approach the door of your apartment. “You still have to act surprised when we go in, okay? They’ll kill me if they find out.”
“Ugh, fine!”
You can faintly hear frantic whispers and a small commotion behind your apartment door when you reach it, even making out a ‘Johnny, you can’t fit there!’ before everything seems to go still. Doyoung opens the door for you after a moment, and there is a short moment of silence before the lights flash on and streamers are popped.
“SURPRISE!” your friends cheer in unison. You place a hand over your chest in your best attempt to look shocked, though a genuine smile does spread on your face when you see them all there to celebrate with you
“Haha, say hi to the camera!” Johnny, a tall guy with a knack for photography, yells, capturing the exact moment you walk in.
Before you can say anything, your best friends, Lily and Daisy, pull you further into the apartment, which is elaborately decorated with balloons and streamers. There is even a shiny inflated ‘26’ hung on the wall. You can’t help but look at your friends with a pout. “You guys did all of this?”
“Of course we did, bestie!” Lily beams at you, clinging onto your arm. “But thank god you’re here, I was alone with Johnny for so long because Yuta and Daisy got here late.” You laugh at the dirty look she shoots over at Daisy, who simply shrugs.
“We were picking up the drinks and got a little distracted when we were on the way over!”
“Oh right, distracted--”
“Anyway, we brought tequila!” Daisy chirps, flashing the unopened bottle to you. You grin back. Your friends really know you. “Let’s get this party started!”
The pre-game starts off strong with everyone taking shots at your insistence. About three shots later, everyone is in a good mood to start getting ready to leave for the club (except Lily, who seems to already be there from the way she is dancing). Johnny attempts to copy her moves, causing Yuta and Daisy to fall over each other as they laugh loudly. You’re about to join the impromptu dance floor when you feel a hand slip into yours.
You barely have time to smile at Doyoung before he twirls you around, leaving you giggling and breathless. Then, without a word, he guides you out onto the balcony, where he pulls you into his arms. There is something sobering about the soft night air, which isn’t quite the vibe you’re going for. Your laugh cuts through the stillness of the atmosphere. “Doyoung, what are you--”
The way he is looking at you with so much affection makes your heart do a somersault in your chest. “Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers in that delicate, melodic voice of his. Suddenly, he pulls away so that you see that he is holding a large, flat case. He hands it to you, eyes sparkling excitedly. Your eyes, on the other hand, suddenly prick with several tears.
“Wh-what is this?”
“A surprise. Open it!”
With shaky hands, you open the case to reveal a beautiful, gold necklace with a simple diamond-encrusted pendant. You gasp. “Doyoung, you--” your voice gets caught in your throat. “You got this for me? It’s gorgeous, but you really sh-shouldn’t have. I--”
“Yes, I should have,” he laughs, seeing how emotional you’ve gotten. Doyoung pulls you into his embrace and presses a soft kiss to your temple before looking down to meet your eyes. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” you whisper hoarsely, leaning up to peck him on the lips. You let out a sniffle. “You spoil me.”
“Of course I do, you’re my baby,” he says matter-of-factly. You giggle through your tears and hug him tighter.
And as beautiful as the necklace is, you can’t help but feel that being loved by Kim Doyoung is the best surprise present that life has given you.
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I want it all Calum Hood x Reader
Summary: reader gives him space while he is on tour and Calum starts to worry.
A/N: alright so I got this from the kissing booth 2, so yeah lol. I usually know what to type in here but I somehow lost how to do it. anyway hope you enjoy and remember feedback is always allowed! love you all! also sorry if this is too short.
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Calum had been leaving for a tour and you just knew every inch of you was going to miss him, you had no idea how the distance would affect your relationship, but you knew that you would have to give him some sort of freedom when he was doing something that he was so passionate about. You trusted him with all your heart and knew he would be as loyal as you were back home.
As he was packing he had asked for your help, you didn't really know how to act, so you just stood quite, cal noticed the small change in your attitude, you were more quiet and this worried cal that tour might be a dealbreaker for you and change your mind but you were actually the complete opposite. You were very proud of him and the band and the support you had was all there, you were just going to miss him which was normal since he was going away, but you didn't want to be that clingy girlfriend.
Cal stopped with what he was doing and was the first to break the silence, “hey, you alright love?” he said as you looked up with a frown, “yeah im okay, why?” you asked as you placed his clothing in the suitcase and he took your hands in his, “i just, uh you seem kinda distant since i told you i was going away for tour,” he said as you sighed, “sorry i didn't mean it to seem like that, i'm just gonna miss you is all cal, i’ve honestly never really experienced this ever, sorry-” you said as he cut you off softly, “no- it's okay, sorry i forget that sometimes, i'm gonna miss you too, so much, you are it for me you know that, i'll come back to you. I promise.” he said as he placed you on his lap as you smiled and pushed his hair out of his face, “i know you will bubs, and i will be here waiting for you, you're the only one for me.” you said as he smiled and took you in a hug wanting to be close to you, close to the point where he could feel your heartbeat.
Ever since he left, your days would go on much slower than usual, you had duke with you since cal wanted you to have some company and you were okay to watch him as well so he could work without worrying. Him leaving for tour wasn't the first time, but you still needed to get used to it. It was normal to have the need to want to see him but you didn't want to bother him while he was one tour. Of course you messaged him about duke and let him know how he was doing, you didn't really talk about yourself or about him. There was some constant communication within one another but it was small and cal wanted more. He didn't know how to ask, but he wanted more than the small texts you were answering. He had even talked to the guys about it wanting some advice. He was worried you were going to break up with him because of the distance.
“I don't know how to ask her i want more, i feel like i established what we are when i left,” he said as ashton nodded, “did you two talk before you left?” he asked as cal shook his head, “no we didn't, things were fine the way i left, we are fine now, but i'm just worried something is gonna happen..” he said as luke and michael were both in on this conversation, “like what?” michael asked as cal sighed, “what if she's breaking up with me, thats why shes not talking to me” he said as luke shook his head, “maybe she's giving you space like, having you worry less about what she may be going through,” ashton said as luke elaborated, “yeah she might think that traveling and going on tour is enough on your plate, she doesn't want to be a bothersome or clingy. Not saying she is, but this is probably what she feels or thinks.” he said as michael nodded, “yeah i agree with that, you two just need to talk and you need to reassure her and tell her what you want and what you are.” he said as calum nodded knowing that he would call you after the show.
“What if she doesn't want to, what if she doesn't answer” he said as ashton spoke, “well text her before hand, tell you her you want to talk before she goes to sleep.” he said as michael nodded, “ask her about her day and stuff,” he said as luke nodded, “yeah and then bring in the conversation,” luke said as cal nodded.
After their show he had called you but there was no answer, nothing from you not even a text back. You on the other hand had seen the phone ring but of course thought the absolute worst and didn't answer the call. The messages, yeah you saw them, again you didn't respond. It was around 12 at night and you were starting to feel guilty about not answering and you texted him first reading the text.
Hey dovey, just wanted to let you know I'm calling you after my show, so hopefully you will answer. @9:00
I forgot the time zones were different, so it's fine. I'll try to call you when you're either free or not sleeping. Love you. @10:34
Hey, it's fine no worries, talk to you soon love you and take care. @12:01
Honestly what could you say. You didn't know what to say at all. You didn't want him worrying about you. He had his tour and that's what you wanted him to focus on. His tour. That's it. He could worry about you when he got back. Your mind would keep telling you to leave him be and to not be clingy so you listened to the small voice, but you didn't know how much it was affecting Cal that you weren't talking to him.
It Sounds so weird to say, but I mean you didn't want to be that clingy girlfriend who just always talked to her boyfriend 24/7. You didn't want to ruin his tour experiences by you always being there. Which was one of the reason why you didn't go on tour when he had asked you if you could come. To be frank you had saved sick days, but you didn't want to bother him, you didn't want him and his friends to feel weird with you being there, even if all their girlfriends were going.
You were at work just finishing up some emails as normal as you saw your phone light up with calum’s name on your screen.
Hey dovey, whats up?
You looked at the screen and just went straight back to your computer not wanting to answer fast and making you seem like you had missed him a lot, again your overthinking brain was doing the analyzing and not you. A couple minutes later it had vibrated again and you got into the chat but didn't type you just looked at the message.
You there?
You sighed and you were contemplating on what you should do, you thought just call him and talk to him, but a part of you was telling you to not call him since he could be busy.
Seconds later your boss came towards you as you frowned, “hey you have a phone call from your dad called, he said it's some family emergency and urgent” she said as you were quick to your feet wondering why your dad called you at work knowing that he had your phone number.
“The phones over there,” she said as you nodded and walked over to the office and picked up the phone, “hello?” you said as you heard his voice, “whats going on with you?” you heard cal say as your eyes went wide as you coughed, “what- what do you mean dad?” you said pretending to be shocked as you looked over at your boss as she looked at you with worry, “why aren't you texting me back.” he said as you tried to find an excuse to leave you alone to talk to cal.“oh-what? That's terrible horrible news about...Aunt...Pepper.” you said as your boss looked over at you, “is everything okay?” she asked as you looked at her with a sad look, “no, uh could i have a moment in private?” you asked as she nodded leaving you in the office alone as you were brought back to the situation, “why are you pretending to be my dad?” you asked as he sighed, “it was the only way i could think to get you on the phone” he said worried as you sighed, “oh that is not true” you said as he shook his head, “no it is true, you barely call and when you text, you send these weird two-word text messages, like you kno, “take care” and “talk soon.” he said as you sighed and he thought the worst wondering why this was happening, “are-are you breaking up with me?” he asked as you were quick to respond, “what no no no no! The opposite.” you said as he spoke back, “then what? Why? Why are you ignoring me dovey?” he asked as you exhaled, “cal, i..i don't know, well i'm trying to be mature and not come off as some clingy girlfriend,”  you said as he frowned, “y/n, i told you i wanted to make this work,” he said as you sighed opening up to him, “yeah i know but people always say that when they leave. I guess I'm just giving you space. you know for tour and stuff, i don't want to bother you with texts and facetime calls.” you said as he frowned, “space for what love? I don't want space, I want you. I want you all around me all the time. I want you right now with me” he said as you smiled at his words.
“Im sorry cal, i miss you a lot, i want you here with me too, i'm sorry i made you worry.” you said as he took a breath in, “don't be sorry dovey, i love you okay? i want you to check up on me with text and facetime calls. I want it all even if you're clingy, I don't care, I want it. You're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend aren't I dovey.” he said as you nodded as if he was there, “yeah you are.” you said as he smirked, “i'm your what?” he asked as you rolled your eyes, “you're my boyfriend.” you said very peachy as he chuckled.
“Now just text me alright, i don't care what it is as long as it something from you, it can even be a meme, but i want you to text me okay?” he said as you giggled, “okay i will,” you said with a smile as he spoke again, “i'm gonna call you after my show, i want to talk to you before you fall asleep.” he said as you blushed a little, “alright i'll be waiting bubs.” you said as you said your goodbyes and ended the call.
Despite your overthinking brain you were left reassured that this man was going to be in your life forever no matter what and the unconditional love will always be there. Cal knew this as well, probably since the first time he met you. You two were perfect for one another and there was nothing that could tell you two otherwise.
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Camboy Rantaro Head-canons
request; Do you take individual requests? If you do, headcanons for Camboy Rantaro? its totally fine if you don’t want to do this, thank you
warnings; sex toys(butt plugs), unedited, dirty talk, camboy!rantaro, praise kink, aural kink, unedited, masturbation(m receiving), mention of pillow humping, brat rantaro???? kinda but not rlly???????, this doesn’t really have a reader present.
note; I love this concept! It stirred up some brain juices in me :0 thank you for requesting this, it was fun to do! aha and I may have gone overboard with this one too-
◊ No one would have expected the Rantaro Amami, known for being very brotherly and often awkward around affection, a camboy. 
◊ It’s the last thing you’d expect from the chill, laid-back guy.
◊ Then again, he was also known for being mysterious, this secret could be one of many.
◊ Rantaro is actually pretty good at keeping secrets, however that doesn’t mean he likes keeping secrets.
◊ I head-canon that Rantaro doesn’t feel ashamed of his career as a camboy. In all honesty, he never has. He’s never found a reason why he should be ashamed; everybody has desires, why shouldn’t he have his own? And why shouldn’t he fulfill his? 
◊ That being said, Rantaro would have the same attitude to others if they had told him a kink they had, or a sexual fantasy and/or desire. Although I don’t think he’d enjoy talking about it so publicly, because even though kinks are a great thing to have and discuss, he thinks it may not be too polite to talk about it so openly.
◊ Although he definitely tip-toed around the subject and avoided it—that doesn’t come up all that often—he’s not ashamed of it one bit. He just doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable with his details of his job, and honestly, it makes him slightly uncomfortable to talk about his occupation.
◊ Now, to the actual camboy part.
◊ I can totally imagine being a pretty popular camboy, his voice and his body combined would kill anyone on sight. But if you ever told him straight-up about how popular he was or just treated him as a celebrity, he’d probably refuse the statement, saying he wasn’t as good as other camboys and girls, even dropping names of the artists he loves. In which, everyone swoons over his humbleness, only starting to praise him more.
◊ That being said, even if Rantaro doesn’t typically accept the statement of being popular, he himself as he actually very well known. And so, I don’t think Rantaro would be able to show his face on camera, as he would probably be recognized instantly. He’s always either always wearing a mask or keeping his head out the camera view.
◊ I think Rantaro would’ve chosen this career due to his repressed feelings he has from being selfless, putting others before his needs. As a camboy, he’s helping others with their own problems, and they’re helping him with his, it’s a lovely exchange. Elaborating on why Rantaro chose this career, I think Rantaro would’ve been lonely, as he lost his entire family. So seeing a few thousand people commenting and talking to him, makes him feel less alone when he’s missing the comfort of people. It makes him happy, and definitely more sure and confident of himself as millions of kinky compliments flood his live chat.
◊ Rantaro mostly does this for leisure, as he is well-off, he doesn’t really need the money. Despite what he says about his fans not having to pay him to do something, as he’ll do it for free, his charming personality definitely ends up getting him more rich unintentionally. 
◊ Rantaro’s comforting and carefree personality has viewers feeling less guilty, and potentially less shameful for indulging in things like this. His voice is definitely a huge turn-on, and a great comfort for many. It’s not uncommon to have viewers beg him to say specific things like, “Good boy/girl.” or, “Keep going, you’re doing so well for me.” Although, Rantaro says many things and moans many things, so he usually doesn’t get too many requests; he always leaves them satisfied.
◊ Rantaro definitely doesn’t end the stream until he knows everyone got off successfully, he’ll hold back and edge himself until everybody cums if he has to. However, the pained, desperate moans get everyone off quick, so he doesn’t have to edge himself for too long.
◊ When Rantaro gets hateful comments, he either tries to laugh it off- but before he could say a word, everyone’s already defending him. He’d be really glad to have people protect him like this, as the older sibling it was always the other way around. Though, he usually tells everyone they don’t have to, instead just blocking the person and moving on.
◊ I don’t think he’d be too affected by negative comments about him, or his body, it doesn’t faze him as much as he thought it would.
◊ I think Rantaro would be willing to try almost everything, he holds his viewers close to him and he doesn’t want them to be disappointed by him not doing a certain action to his body. Within reason, of course. Any request made by them, that Rantaro sees, will immediately put into action as soon as he sees it. It just gets him excited to being told to do something, despite not technically wanting it himself, the fans get what they ask for.
◊ He even sometimes begs them for a specific thing although he’s the one who controls mostly everything, he decided to give the control to his viewers.
◊ Some things Rantaro usually does when there aren’t requests, are just the occasional hand job he gives himself, butt plugs he slowly pushes in himself as he shows everyone more clearly by turning around. He puts on quite a show, sometimes wiggling his ass playfully, or playing with his nipples to tease the viewers. He can be a brat at times.
◊ The man definitely wears rings, even when they may feel cold against his skin, he wears them to show off his hands and, well, he just thinks he looks cool like that so he keeps them on. His fans do not complain, rings are hot now, it’s a trend, deal with it.
◊ The man has definitely given several thousands of people an aural kink. He probably ruined moans for people, his being the only one people can get off to now.
◊ Though he occasionally buys a new toy to try out in front of the camera, even when they aren’t requested, he buys them with his own will as he wants to keep his fans entertained(as well as wanting to try it out himself). What can I say? He’s adventurous, he likes exploring new things! 
◊ Another thing I can imagine Rantaro enjoying is praise. The man has a giant praise kink, you could praise any part of him, his body, his voice, his personality, he will be putty and cum in seconds. His fans know this, and they definitely take advantage of it; sending him praises about how good he’s doing, has whines and groans falling out his mouth as he throws his head back in pleasure of his own hand.
◊ If his viewers asked for it, he’d totally moan into the mic instructions on what he wants you to do to yourself as you watch, his voice soft, teasing but still stern. “Play with your nipples and imagine I’m the one doing it for you, and while you’re at it, go ahead and hump that pillow like a dog. C’mon, a little harder than that, yeah?” Like I said earlier, aural kink. 
◊ I also head-canon most of his fans are ones that are loyal to him, he has a charm that gets everyone attached, and so people who watch one stream of his, get attached immediately. He definitely is the type to recognize usernames, so if you ever came back to him, he’d be extremely happy and say your username specifically, thanking you for coming back.
◊ Since most of his fans are loyal, and regulars, his viewers are usually just the same ones with the same usernames. So he’d clearly notice if there was an unfamiliar username in the sea of the live chat, always making sure to greet them with a welcome whenever he can.
◊ Overall, he’s a very sweet, friendly and switch-type camboy.
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