#i was in class when this happened and i almost busted out laughing in front of everyone

[drefear]

Sister's Mister

Summary: Your sister meets Miguel O'Hara, a smart playboy that goes to your college and you so happen to have a crush on. When the two start to date, he begins to act weird towards you.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

TW: Drinking, insecurity, family, throw up.

“Where’s my curling iron?” Your sister screamed from the other room, stomping around with a clip in her hair and her dress half-tied. You lounged on your bed as she ran around, both living at home still as you were both still in college. She was 4 years older than you, currently getting her PHD in psychology as you were currently in your third year of your undergraduate. Your major was chemistry , wanting to experiment and become a scientist that worked with enhancement drugs. 

You were 21, while your sister was 25, and you two were very close. Sometimes too close. Same taste in tv shows, shared clothing styles, and sometimes even men… 

But your sister was going on lots of dates, while you were woefully single. The two of you differed there. 

She was always out and about, jumping from man to man, while you stayed home and preferred to be alone. 

The quiet of your bedroom was comforting, just your fingers typing your essay on your keyboard as the fan cooled you down in the middle of the summer. You were taking summer classes to get a head start in your fourth year, wanting to hurry it up and jump into a career. 

“Did you borrow it?” She asked again and you sighed, closing your laptop and putting it on your bed. Getting up, you saw her rushing around and trying to tie the back of her dress. 

“No, I hate curling my hair.” You folded your arms as you leaned on the doorframe and watched her bend down to clasp her heels. 

“Come out with us tonight, I heard that super hot guy in your honors chem class is coming.” She wiggles her brows at you. 

Laughing, you shook your head. “Gianna, I already told you, I have to finish this assignment.” 

We both know you’re almost done with it, so hurry up and then get dressed. Gwen’s picking us up soon.” She threw a navy blue dress at you and you just nodded. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. 

It was a bad idea. You felt awkward in between all the sweaty, dancing bodies. You hated how close everyone was to you, practically on top of each other as the bass pounded into your ears. You sipped your gin and tonic, and found a seat at the bar, not wanting to constantly be bumped into by the group of other college kids in front of you. 

Gianna danced with her friends, who took you under their wing and tried to get you to be social, but it didn’t work. You stayed at the bar and watched. 

A hand on your shoulder made you turn and look into the chest of the man trying to get your attention. 

“Hey, you’re Gianna’s little sister, right?” 

 Gianna’s little sister.

That’s how you were constantly referred to, living in the shadow of your cool, popular older sister. You never minded before, but for some reason, it bothered you to hear tonight. 

“Yeah, she’s over there.” You pointed and looked back at his face. 

“She was talking to my friend for a while, he’s around here somewhere. I’m Peter, this is Hobie.” He pointed to the guy behind him and you finally absorbed the two men. 

Peter seemed like the normal straight white dude, light brown hair and a 10 o’clock shadow with the smell of axe body spray and a bright, wide smile. Hobie wore chains around his neck and a fishnet tank top with a black shirt underneath, wicks long and pointing in every direction. His piercings were shining in the club lights and the two couldn’t look any more different against each other. 

And here you were, the dress a bit tight on your front your sister’s thin, model-like frame. You had more plush to your thighs and butt than she did, as well as a fuller bust. The spandex fabric held you tight as you bit your bottom lip, shaking both of their hands. Hobie kissed the top of yours and you flustered a bit, Peter laughing. 

“My girlfriend is around here somewhere, and- oh, there’s Miguel.” He pointed and you watched as his eyes widened. “Oh boy…” You heard Peter chuckle as you turned to look at where he’d pointed and saw your sister in the arms of a big, muscular Greek god. You tilted your head and recognized him. 

“Miguel… O’Hara?” You said out loud. She wasn’t just fucking a guy from you chem class, she was fucking the smartest guy in your whole fucking major. 

“Yeah, you know him?” Peter asked and you just sighed, nodding. Unbeknownst to your dear sister, you’d had a massive crush on him since you saw him the first day, and now he had his mouth on her neck as they grinded against each other. 

The oxygen left your lungs as you felt your confidence deflate. Of course it would be him, you thought to yourself quietly and stood up. 

“Dance with me, girlie.” Hobie instructed and pulled you towards the swarm of gyrating people, not giving you much of a choice. You felt his hands fall on your hips as he guided you to the beat, watching your face as you blushed a bit from the close contact and effects of alcohol. “Relax, I got you.” He spoke and looked around, making eye contact with your sister as she smiled at something MIguel whispered in her ear. Your heart sank a little as you watched and Hobie smirked more, “You wanna make ‘em jealous, get closer to me.” Hobie whispered and you gulped, pressing against him as you saw your sister pulling Miguel towards you. You heard your name as you danced with the punk boy. 

“You know Miguel, right? Don’t you two have a class together?” She asked, and you were about to answer, but you didn’t even get a word out as he spoke. 

“Multiple, actually.” He nodded, eyes scanning up and down your body quickly, before smiling back to your sister. The two of them together looked like a famous couple, something you’d see in an ad for abercrombie. Wth his hand around her waist, you felt out of place, like you were interrupting even though they had approached you. Hobie’s hands slipped around you and you blinked back into the conversation. “Enough chatter, I’ve got a lady to seduce, yeah?” Hobie winked at your sister and pecked your cheek, making eye contact with Miguel. Wasn’t he Miguel's friend? Why would he want to make his friend jealous?

Your sister gave you a small thumbs up as Hobie pulled you away and continued to dance with you, watching Miguel stay focused on you over your shoulder. 

“Why did you do that?” You asked and he smiled down at you. 

“Cause ‘m bored, and Miguel needs a swift kick to the head. He’s blind if he can’t see that you’re the best lookin’ girl in the whole club.” Hobie’s words made you turn red and nod, “just have fun and forget him, he’s stupid.” He added and you leaned in closer, dancing with the rocker boy more. 

You left the club without your sister after watching her practically suck Miguel’s face off in a booth at the club, assuming she’d be leaving with him. And you’d been right, after getting an assuring text from her in the morning saying ‘BEST SEX EVER.’

You couldn’t hate your life anymore than you did at that second. 

Class went by as per usual, but instead of shamelessly gawking at the back of Miguel’s head, you tried to stay focused on anything but him. Which was working until you’d been dismissed and soon heard your name. 

Ignoring him, you felt tension in your shoulders. The last thing you’d wanted was to deal with the awkwardness of him asking for your sister’s number or asking about her life, or if you could put in a good word for him, or anything at all basically. You wanted to be left alone. 

Days later, you watched as your sister seemed to have more of a pep in her step, smiling at her phone all the time and seemingly wearing more perfume. She was definitely obsessed with him, but you also knew his reputation, and he was a player, a fuckboy. He slept with most of the sororities on campus and allegedly, even a few teachers. So when you opened your front door to see him holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing a dress shirt and smelling expensive, your jaw dropped. 

“Miggy!” Your sister called from behind you and jumped into his arms. You watched him twirl her around and just sighed, walking away. This had nothing to do with you, you told yourself, and moved into the kitchen to help your parents finish setting up the dining room table. 

“I didn’t know we were having Gianna’s new boyfriend over.” You glanced up to your mom, who just nodded. “Is this the official meet the parents night?” 

“Well, they’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, so we thought we should meet him.” Your dad added and you dreaded the world. 

The whole dinner felt as if it were in slow motion, your ears filled with white noise until you heard your father say your name. 

“Hello? Earth to the baby of the group?” He called out and your mom laughed, your eyes snapping up to him. “Miguel said you two have had a few classes together.” 

“Uh, yeah.” You mumbled and ate a forkful of whatever-the-fuck your mother made. Looking around, you saw your sister gazing at her new boyfriend, who was staring at you expectedly. “So?” You looked between him and your father, who continued. 

“So, Miguel said that there was recently a boy interested in you?” He asked and your eyes shot to Miguel, who wore an expression that was unreadable. 

“What? Who?” You jumped around mentally trying to think of someone. 

“Just a rumor that some guy has a crush on you.” He shrugged, as if it was no big deal and you shook your head. 

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“So you’re not interested in anyone?” Your mom questioned and you just kept your eyes on your plate, afraid to even answer. 

“Miggy, you should set her up with someone.” Your sister interjected and you just glanced up to her in shock, Miguel’s face mimicking your surprise. 

“I don’t know anyone she’d be compatible with.” He said and you frowned. Were you that unattractive in his eyes?

You continued to stab your food as your family talked, the peanut gallery fading to the background as you thought to yourself and wished that you were anywhere else. 

A text from your phone breaks your concentration and you look down to answer, agreeing to join a few friends for some drinks at their house later. What you didn’t see was Miguel’s eyes tracking your movements, watching you as you texted at the dinner table. 

“Honey, don’t be rude, we’re eating together!” Your mom chidded and you snapped your head up, nodding. “Sorry. I’m gonna finish early to get ready, a friend invited me over.” You mumbled quietly and you stood with your plate, leaving the table. 

Twenty minutes later and you were walking to the door as your family sat with MIguel in the living room. 

“Whose house are you going to?” Your sister asked as you grabbed your purse. 

“Just Miles.” You answered and Miguel’s body stiffened. 

“Miles… Morales?” He asked and your parents both glanced to MIguel, who looked upset. 

“Yeah, why?” You frowned in defense. 

“No reason, I’m just surprised that’s the type of person you hang out with.” He brought a beer to his lips, courtesy of your father, and his eyes challenged yours. Your hands balled into fists a bit and you looked angry. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You argued and your sister sighed loudly, putting a hand on MIguel’s thigh to try and de-escalate the situation forming. 

“Miles lived down the street from us for a long time, so they’re close.”

“He’s basically a delinquent.” Miguel said and your parents visibly began to think, which was never a good sign.

“He is not-” You tried to answer, but he continued. 

“He graffitis the walls near my internship, he skips classes, and he’s always stumbling around like he’s high.” Miguel’s words make your blood boil. 

“I’m sorry he’s not super popular or a frat boy, but he’s a good person and he’s smart, and he’s my friend!” You yelled, tears pricking your eyes as you squeezed them shut, then hating the silence that settled within the room. You looked around between everyone’s faces and found Miguel’s, still hard and on the offense. You sniffled and swiped your keys from the little dish in the doorway, looking at him again. “Shouldn’t you be less focused on me and more focused on banging my sister?” You hissed and left as your parents shouted your name in disgust, not even looking back when you slammed the door. You wiped your tears with your sleeve and ran to your car, getting in and driving off as fast as possible. 

The night was a blur, Miles and Gwen feeding you drinks to make you feel better after you told them you got in an argument with your sister’s new snot-nosed boytoy. 

“Who does he even think he is? Big and fuckin’...” You droned on, slurring your words as you laid your head in Gwen’s lap. She pet your hair as Miles drew something in his notebook, probably his girlfriend who was holding you as you drunkenly vented about your secret crush. 

“Mind if I invite some other friends?” Miles asked and Gwen shook her head while you were too distracted to even hear him. 

The door opened twenty minutes later and you saw Hobie walk in with a 12 pack of beer on his shoulder, and that made you smile. “Hobie!” Gwen got up and hugged the skinny-jean wearing boy, who set down the beers and then dapped up Miles. His eyes found you and he gave you a small grin. 

“Looks like you managed to get loose finally.” He handed you another beer and you happily took the bottle, taking a swig as you nodded. “You look absolutely fit.” His eyes took you in as you did a little clumsy twirl, watching another boy follow behind him. He was either Indian or middle eastern, with shaggy black hair and a big, white smile. “This is Pav.” Hobie introduced you two and he hugged you, taking in your outfit. 

“You look so nice, even drunk!” He added and you just laughed, enjoying the little bits of attention you got, not used to being the center of attention. 

Everything moved fast as you pumped music louder and the room became more and more full of people. Before any of you knew it, the entire place was packed and it had become a house party. Heavy music played and you danced wildly, swaying your hips and rolling your body to the beat as Gwen laughed and danced beside you. Pav and Hobie were currently occupying the couch, as Hobie had a girl on his lap and Pav talked excitedly to Miles about something he saw that day. The feeling of freedom coursed through your veins, intertwined with alcohol. It wasn’t like the night at the club, no, you were hammered and it felt great. The feeling was interrupted by vibrating in your pocket, to which you went to find a quiet place to answer the call. 

Stumbling into Miles’s room, you sat down and checked your phone. 

“Hello?” Your sister’s voice came through and you pouted. 

“‘M busy.” You sputtered out. 

“Are you drunk?” 

“...No.” You hesitated, knowing you were an incredibly shitty liar. Especially while you were trashed. 

“Oh my god, I’m coming to get you.” 

“No! ‘M happy!” You yelped, then threw your body down on the bed and stretched out. “I’m staying. Go suck Miguel’s dick or somethin.” You smiled at your funny joke. You were so funny. 

“No, we’re coming to get you, so stay there.” She spoke and before you could answer, she hung up. Sighing, you furrowed your brows and laid there for what only felt like a minute before you stumbled back out of the bedroom, finding the sliding glass door and making your way to the backyard. 

The grass felt good on your bare feet and you plopped yourself into it fully, laying back and spreading out in the greenery. 

“Get up.” The strong, deep voice was fuzzy in your mind and you just smiled, not recognizing it right away. 

“Lay down with me.” You answered and closed your eyes again, fingers playing with the blades of grass by your sides. “Look at the sky with me.” 

“Your eyes are closed.” He answered and you giggled. 

“The stars are so beautiful.” You rambled, and a large hand brushed against your cheek, eyes now opening to see Miguel crouching by your drunk, splayed out body. 

“So are you.” He answered and you felt your stomach tighten, nervousness pulling at your insides as you suddenly couldn’t breathe from butterflies. 

Not butterflies. Throw up.

And then you were hacking and wreching to the side of you into the grass, coughing up your dinner from before and feeling someone hold your hair back. A soft ‘oh my god’ was heard from the back door and soon you heard the hurried clacking of heels. Your sister bent down by Miguel and squeezed one of your hands, worry all over her face. That’s when everything turned black.

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[cerezajane]

kurona x fem!reader; love at first sight.

kurona falling inlove and being awkward around a pretty girl!! (you)

she was running late, again. how peachy, she groaned internally and huffed at the reminder of what awaited her at school, the image of her beloved teacher going crazy at her all because she interrupted their class was already etched on her mind and she could already predict what would happen.

the young woman ran down the streets but slowed down when she caught sight of a cafe that just opened up recently, she recognized this was one because it was all what her peers would talk about when it was time to go home.

the smell of the baked goods wafted through the air and into her nose almost as if it was luring her to come inside. she was weak to such gestures and when it comes to food, well... she's already late, right? it wouldn't hurt to spend a few minutes checking out the cafe and see what the hype is all about, she'll still end up getting scolded even if she ignore the cafe and continue running.

Oh well, it was one of the rare moments she'll have some free time anyway. she turned away from he direction and headed straight to the doors of the cafe and as she entered the establishment the sight and smell of the food was already making your empty stomach growl with hunger.

the young woman approached the cashier and she swears that her heart almost busted out of her chest from how fast it was beating because of the man with a bright pink hair that had a single braid hanging on the left side of his face and the most adorable pink eyes she had ever seen, and then and there she could only think that the word cute was solely created for him.

"erm, hello..." the male on the counter looked up from his phone and what greeted him was a sight to behold because there stood in front of him one of the cutest girls, if not, the most cutest girl he'd ever seen in his life. she stood there with a bashful smile and judging from her posture, she was feeling shy around him... could it be a pretty girl was getting all shy around him because of... well, him.

"-and that's all I'd like to order, oh! also I'll be dining in." huh? oh, he zoned out. this was embarrassing, he'll have to ask her again and it would make him seem like a fool in front of her. great job kurona, you've done it again and messed up any chances you have with the pretty girl.

"uhm.." you perked up at the sound of the male's voice, it looked like he said something but it was mumbled out so her ears didn't really picked up on what he said, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" god, this was so embarrassing for him, he just wants to dig up a hole and hide in there forever.

"uhm, I asked if it's okay if you could repeat your order?" Kurona sheepishly asked as he tries to play it off by letting out a laugh, "I didn't manage to get what you said since your beauty is so mesmerizing that it got me distracted." her face suddenly seemed to heat up at his words and kurona couldn't help but be concerned if she was alright.

"are you okay? your face is kinda-"

"you think I'm beautiful?" her mouth moved without thinking and suddenly blurted out what was on her mind, she couldn't help but wish that she never existed right then and there.

"what? oh." realizing what he just said to her, his face erupted in shades of pink and red in embarrassment. he tends to blurt out random things on his mind when he's embarrassed or feeling awkward and right now, the situation suited all those qualities and he should've known.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

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[honeysuckleharringtons]

just steve harrington being so selfless and not taking time for himself melting into a puddle if the reader or you or y/n (idk which one to put 💀) just asked him if he was okay a lot (I do that 24/7, this is purely self indulgent) and the many times he said yeah and the one time he said no :(

i was originally gonna do a full fic style blurb on this but words have been very hard for me lately so i'm just gonna do a text post about this! hope you don't mind 🫶🏻

warnings: reader is sorta implied to be fem!reader, allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food, no use of Y/N, lmk if i missed anything!

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I imagine the first time it happens is probably in gym class when you're younger.

You accidentally hit him right in his pretty lil face with a dodgeball ☹️

And Steve being Steve insists he's okay because "I get hit all the time in basketball and football. I've broken bones and nearly busted my teeth out. A lil dodgeball never hurt anyone."

But you can tell he's hurt.

Whether it's him that's hurt or his bruised ego, you can't really tell.

But some part of him was clearly hurt.

more under the cut!

The second time it happens is when you get paired together for a study group during senior year.

Steve struggles with a lot of subjects, but math is probably his worst.

And it's not like he doesn't want to get better, his parents just never sat down at the table and helped him with anything growing up, and when his nannies told his dad about his report cards, it didn't end very well ☹️

But math is the one he's always had the hardest time with.

So when the two of you get paired to study for the calculus final, you can almost immediately tell he's struggling to understand the questions on the example sheet.

At one point, he just kinda places his head in his hands and groans into his palms.

And you're just kinda like, "Hey, you okay?"

And again, Steve is never one to admit defeat.

"I'll be fine. Can you just help me with question four?"

Surprisingly though, after just a few nights of studying together, you become sort of reluctant allies.

He surprisingly excelled in human biology, which you did not. So, the two of you helped each other where you could.

And then it happened a third time, during the summer after you'd graduated.

Steve had had a rather unsuccessful time trying to flirt with the ladies that often came into Scoops Ahoy.

This day had been no different.

He'd really tried his hardest to get the beautiful ginger in front of you to go with him to the movies on Friday.

But she and her friends just moved along, double-scoop ice cream cones in hand, back to their shopping.

"You good?" you asked, nearly on the verge of laughing, as you stepped up to the counter.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered sarcastically. "Just a little bruise to my ego. That was definitely the first time any lady has turned down this beautiful face."

Part of you, though, was hurting. Hurting that, even though you were right in front of him, he'd never bothered to look at you that way.

The fourth time it happened, you really started to question everything you thought you knew about Steve.

Somehow, despite being back in town for a total of two days, you'd gotten roped into something to do with some evil dude named Vecna.

And for once, after everything you'd learned since arriving back in Hawkins for spring break, Steve was the one asking if you were okay.

Also for once, one of you was answering the question truthfully.

However, in the week that followed after, even in the midst of alternate dimensions and weird mutations of bats, you'd learned that Steve might have been causing his previous lady problems on purpose.

And when you saw the painful expression he sported as Nancy Wheeler was reunited with her boyfriend, your own heart shattered all over again.

Still, if there was one thing you were, it was a good friend to Steve.

So, you pulled him aside and asked those three little words.

Steve simply ran a hand through his disheveled hair with a slow nod.

But you could tell he was nearly at the point of breaking.

And the time when he finally answered truthfully, he really did break.

You'd drove with him to the hospital to check up on Max Mayfield, who somehow he'd became friends with despite the age difference.

The room was dead silent, other than the annoying buzzing coming from the lights.

You finally gave him a good once-over as he sat at Max's bedside—his messy hair, his pale face with newly acquired purple spots under his eyes, a small cut under his lip.

And for the first time since you'd known Steve, you watched as tears formed in his eyes.

You were quick to rush over to the other side of the bed, your hand splaying across his back and rubbing soft, small circles against his frame.

"Steve, I know this is a silly question to ask, because we both know the real answer, but seriously, are you okay?"

He knew he couldn't hide. Not any longer. So, he simply let the walls come down, croaking out a small, "No," through his flood of tears.

After crying into your shoulder and allowing himself to finally let go of everything he'd been holding in for all those years, he just simply held you.

Finally, after explaining everything—from the reason why he never told you about the Upside Down, to why he'd used Nancy and all those girls as a distraction from the person he really wanted—he just grabbed your face and kissed you. A sweet and tender kiss, not a desperate or lustful kiss, but a longing one—one he'd waited much too long to give you.

And somehow, even in the midst of all the bad stuff, even in the midst of Steve finally breaking, the two of you could finally find a way to maybe, just maybe, be okay for once. ❤️‍🩹

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[jungle-angel]

Christmas Play Chaos (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You think it's adorable that Auggie has gotten a part in the school Christmas play, but what happens when he goofs a line? Hilarity that could only make Bob blush

Bob shivered a little as he stood at the edge of the driveway, the bus finally pulling streetside to let Auggie off along with a few other kids from the Waldorf school they attended downtown.

Auggie clambered down the steps in his little Carhardt jacket, almost the same as his father's, his boots, hat, mittens and scarf covered in little dustings of snow that had begun to fall a little harder. Auggie cleared the last step as he jumped into the snow, Bob hoisting him onto his hip, backpack and all.

"Thanks Steel!" Bob called to the driver.

"Not a problem Bob!" he called before shutting the doors and pulling down the street.

"Daddy! Daddy! Miss Kay gave me a part in the Christmas play!" Auggie said excitedly, pushing his little glasses further up his nose.

"Oh she did?" Bob asked, excited by the news.

"Yeah I get to be a wise guy!" Auggie exclaimed excitedly.

Bob started laughing when he opened the front door, unable to control himself and unaware that you were in the living room trying to get the Christmas decorating done.

"What's so funny?" you asked him.

"Auggie, tell mommy what you just told me," Bob told him.

"I get to be a wise guy in the school Christmas play!" Auggie exclaimed.

You busted out laughing yourself. "Auggie honey, don't you mean a wise man?"

"Oh," Auggie said suddenly.

As soon as he had his jacket, boots and other things off and hanging up on the coat rack, Auggie bounded up the stairs like a rabbit, leaving the two of you a laughing mess.

"Oh God I'm hoping that he does ok during the Christmas play," Bob said in between his laughter.

"Bob, him and his classmates are only five," you reminded him. "The school Christmas play is the definition of Murphy's Law."

******************

You, Bob and his parents all filed into the school auditorium with Joe carrying one year old Deidre, Irene carrying three year old Patrick and Bob carefully guiding you through the crowd.

"Alright (y/n) it's showtime," Bob chuckled as the four of you sat in your seats.

You groaned a little even as the lights in the room dimmed to those of the stage. Auggie's kindergarten class got on with their performance, each one doing rather well with their parts until Auggie came out.

"I am Balthazar, wisest of the wise men," said the first little boy. "And I come bearing the gift of gold!"

"I am Melchior," said the second little boy. "And I come bearing the gift of frankincense."

"And I am Casper!" Auggie proudly declared. "And me and my friendly ghosts come bearing the gift of brrrrr."

The entire audience was roaring with laughter, most of all your husband and father-in-law. You and your mother-in-law couldn't stop laughing, even on the car ride home that night, yet you and Bob knew that years down the road, it would become one of your funniest holiday memories.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

[fawtyy]

cracks in my ceiling

ran haitani x female! reader

warnings: fluff to angst, more angst than anything though :/, some violence, jealous Ran, mentions of abuse

summary: looking back on your life with Ran Haitani, you try to figure out where your relationship went wrong. only to figure out, none of it was ever your fault.

•••

You met Ran Haitani when you were 15 years old, just a year younger than him. You knew how him and his brother were the infamous rulers of Roppongi. You knew how everyone feared him, terrified by the mere presence of them.

But not you.

Ran took a liking to you when he met you through Rindou. You used to come over and help Rindou study, while Ran would watch you from the living room. He would always give you soft looks, causing a blush to rise on your cheeks each time. “Get with eachother already! I need to pass this test.”

Ran took Rindous advice and asked you out later that night.

You didn’t go straight back to school after graduating. Instead, you moved in with Ran. You cooked for him, cleaned around the apartment, washed and put up his clothes. Ran knew then that you would be the perfect little house wife. You even remember the conversation in bed with him one night.

“You don’t need college, we got everything we need.”

You raised a brow at him, laying your cheek against his chest. “We still live in this apartment with your brother.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

He couldn’t convince you to not go back to school. So he would drive to and from class everyday, never leaving until you entered the building. He was never late, until he was.

A friend from class stayed with you as you waited. And right as Ran drove up, his ride came as well. He gave you a quick hug and a smile, before leaving.

You smiled at Ran, taking the helmet from his hands. “Who the hell was that?”

“Oh, just a friend from class. He stayed with me until you got here. Where were you?”

Ran stared in the direction the car drove off to, snapping out of it when you waved a hand in front of his face. “Gang meeting ran a little longer than it should’ve, it won’t happen again.”

You sat in class the next day, waiting for it to start. Looking at the door, you seen you friend who waited with you. Though, he was definitely not the same.

He had bruises all over him, his lip was busted, his eye was almost swollen shut, and his arm was in a cast. When he seen you, he quickly moved to the other side of the room, as far from you as possible.

You left your last class early, taking a taxi home. When you walked in, Ran and Rindou were sitting on the couch, talking as Ran was putting his shoes. They both looked at you with surprise. “Hey baby, you’re home early?”

“What did you do?”

It was silent as you and Ran stared at eachother. He stood, putting the unlit cigarette behind his ear. “I did what I felt was right.”

“By almost killing him?!”

“Why do you care so much!? Huh?”

“Because you can’t just go around and do that to people! We seen some delinquents hanging around, you were late, he stayed. What’s so wrong with that?”

Ran let out a bitter laugh, getting closer to you as he backed you into the wall. “Some delinquents? Baby, you know every delinquent in this fucking district know to not even look at you. On top of that, he had the audacity to put his hands on you.”

Your jaw was clenched tightly as you stared at him. “I don’t trust all of them, no matter what you tell me. And ‘audacity’? Really Ran? He was being nice.”

He punched the wall next to you, causing a small scream to come from you and for Rindou to jump up. “Ran stop!”

“You’re mine! No one else put their hands on you.” Tears filled your eyes as you glared at him, watching his crazed eyes soften. “Don’t cry baby.”

Pushing him off of you, you ran up the stairs. “I’m leaving!”

“You’re not going no fucking where!” Rindou ran and stood in front of the stairs, pushing Ran back.

“Go calm the fuck down before you do something you’ll regret.”

You remember how you shifted closer to the wall that night once you feel the bed dip in. Ran let out a sigh before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you in. Stuffing his face in the crook of your neck, you both just stayed quiet. “I apologize for I did, it wasn’t right.”

You turned in his arm, Ran slightly smiling at you small pout. “Do you mean it?”

He brought you in closer, holding you to his chest. “Of course I mean it baby.” He brought your face up, giving you a gentle kiss. “I never want to see you cry again.”

That was the second and last time you fought with Ran. Usually you would just bicker back and forth but would laugh it out before it became a big deal.

You graduated college with a writing degree, becoming the assistant to a big time editor in Tokyo. Mikey had formed Bonten, making Ran one of the executives. Ran asked you to marry him, doing it quietly at a courthouse. Everything in your life was going right.

Until it wasn’t.

You remember how it started. You were doing laundry, folding and putting it away. You came across some socks, they were too small to be Rans and you didn’t own a pair like these. Deciding to question Ran on it later, you put them away in your nightstand.

Later that evening, Ran came home, walking to the kitchen as you cooked dinner. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing up your neck, making you giggle. “Ran stop, I’m trying to cook.”

“And I’m just trying to love on you~”

You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and he kissed you deeply. His hands gripped your hips as yours pulled at his hair, moans coming from both of you. He turned the stove off and dinner became forgotten.

As well as the socks.

The second time was when he came home late. You finishing up in the bathroom when you heard the door shut, as well as stumbling around. Sighing, you turned the bathroom light off and got into bed, waiting for Ran to stumble up the stairs.

He walked into the room with a big smile, drunk out of his mind. “Babyyyy~”

Falling into the bed, you cringed at the smell coming from him, sweat and alcohol. You knew he’d be out with Rindou and Sanzu. “You need a shower.”

He looked up at you with a cheeky grin. “Help me?”

You helped take off his clothes, getting the water ready. Turning around, you went to speak before stopping, noticing the reddish bruise that was on his neck. He seen the way your eyes wondered and immediately defended it.

“Sanzu fucking threw his cigar at me tonight, that asshole. It’s fine really, barley hurts.”

You weren’t stupid, by no means. Though he was drunk, and you weren’t in the mood for it. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

The last, and final time, was really the topping on the cake. You were at your desk, outside of your bosses office when one of the new employees had walked to you. She had files, so you were expecting her to hand them to you. “You’re y/n Haitani, right?”

“Yeah that’s me. Do you need me to take those files?”

She giggled slightly, a small smirk taking over her lips. “No actually.” Pulling a gold ring from her pocket, you watched as she set it down on your desk. “Your husband left that at my place three days ago. He’s just so forgetful.”

It was Rans ring. Your initials were on the inside of the band. She walked away as you just stared at the ring. So many thoughts were going through your head.

You went home that night, packed your things and sat at the bar, waiting for Ran. You spun his ring on the counter, your wedding ring sitting near the sink.

The door unlocked and you lifted your eyes, watching Ran walk in. He saw you and smiled, you giving one back. “Hi baby.” He walked up and gave you a kiss, looking around the kitchen. “We going out for dinner tonight?”

You slightly shook your head. “No, I was thinking we just make sandwiches or something.”

He looked beyond confused but nodded nonetheless. He began getting the stuff out, pouring himself a glass of whiskey in the process. You just glared at his back. “Are you missing something, Ran?”

He turned around, seeing you play with his wedding band and smiled. “Hey, where did you find it? I’ve been looking for this for a while.” He took it and put it back on his hand, seeing yours was off. He picked it up, wanting to put it back in your finger.

“I’ll put it on later.”

His eyes narrowed slightly before he nodded. He went back to making the food. “Remember when I was in highschool, and we had just started dating, and you thought I cheated on you?”

He tensed up very quickly, slightly looking back over his shoulder. That was the first you both fought, and it almost led to a breakup. Though just like the second time, he was so in love with you, he wouldn’t let you go. “That was a long time ago, why are you bringing that up?”

You shrugged, tapping your nails on the counter. “I was doing my makeup before going into work, and I just remembered, how hard it was to cover that bruise. You know, the one you gave me. When you thought I cheated on you.”

He slammed his cup on the counter, becoming aggravated. “Why would that be something you remember all of the sudden? You do your makeup every day.”

You smiled at his outburst, amused by it really. “I’m just curious is all. You hit me because you thought I cheated on you. What do I get to do, to you, for actually cheating on me?”

His lips were parted, and his eyes widened at what you said. You raised a brow, tilting your head while he just gave you that stupid look. “Did you know she works at my office, Ran?”

“Baby-“

“Don’t you fucking baby me.” You picked up your ring, throwing it at him while he struggled to catch it. He watched you walk to your room before coming back with suitcases, starting to put your shoes on. “I’ll be back for the rest of my stuff later, probably while you’re at work.”

“No no no, NO NO! You can’t do this!” He pulled the bag from your hand while you just stared at him. Dropping to his knees, he gripped your hands, tears already falling from his eyes. “Don’t leave me please. I can’t do this without you.”

You softly smiled at him, running a hand through his hair, leaning down to his ear. “You’ve already shown me how easily replaceable I am.” A sob broke through his lips as you continued. “I’m sure that blonde bitch would love to live here.” You leaned back up, glaring down at him. “Would love to come home everyday after work, and make you dinner. Would love to clean this apartment every day and clean up after you, because god forbid you clean up after yourself!” You threw him off of you, watching as he fell back. “Or maybe to do your laundry and find another woman’s clothing, or try to help you shower only find a goddamn hickey.”

“It was Sanzu-“

“Sanzu doesn’t smoke cigars!” He flinched as you yelled. “All that dumbass does is take pills.”

You slipped your shoes on, grabbing your bags and opening the door. Just as you were about to leave, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “Please, please don’t leave. I wanna talk, I wanna work this out. Please y/n, don’t do this to me. I just want another chance.”

Tears of your own fell, feeling his arms tighten again. “I’ve wasted 12 years with you Ran. I’ve done so much for you, and you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Nothing baby!” He turned you around, hands grabbing your face as he cried. “You’re so perfect! It’s me, it’s me I swear. I need help, and I need you here to help me-“

“I don’t wanna help you, Ran!” You pushed his hands off of you, watching him stumble back. “I shouldn’t have to help you. I shouldn’t have to go through this. And I’m not going to.” Grabbing your suitcases once more, you gave him one last look. One that made him flinch with how much it was filled with hatred. “Fuck you and a second chance.”

He watched as you left.

And a week later, he came home to an empty apartment.

#ran haitani #fanfic #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #ran x y/n #haitani brothers #reader insert #angst prompt #ran haitani angst

[willowworkswithwords]

Who is Steve Harrington?

For all Robin says Steve’s Steveness is what makes her like him, he wonders sometimes if it wouldn’t be better for him to change. The ex-basketball star who works two jobs now and still takes girls to dates at the same diner every other week, though the dates have stopped since spring break. Something like that now seems so small in comparison to the whole world nearly crumbling for the umpteenth time. He’s still himself, after it all, and a not-so-small part of him wonders if that’s for the best.

Dustin is running out of his house, backpack on one shoulder with the zipper thrown open, books half-crammed in and half spilling out. Steve smiles. No matter what’s changed, he’s glad this hasn’t.

“Hey, you tryin’ to be late three times before the month is out, Dustin?”

“I was trying to find my algebra textbook, I think Lucas took it because I left my notes in it and he can’t figure out the third equation from last week’s test and—”

The drive goes on like that. Steve asks a question or sends a soft, harmless dig at Dustin and Dustin has a page and a half to say back to him. The cool October air whips past them. His fingers itch for a cigarette. There’s not even the ghost of a pack in his car anymore, just the zippo lighter he keeps in his jean pocket. The last run-in with the Upside Down had left Steve with a newfound appreciation for being able to breathe well, so the cigarettes (much to Robin’s delight) went out the window.

It wasn’t easy. But it was a change, and a change, so far, altogether for the better.

Dustin left the car the same way he came, a bundle of thoughts and unorganized books. Steve was laughing as he pulled away from the school towards Family Video, off to shift one of two. And the day was good. Robin was with him his whole shift, and when they clocked out at three, Robin rode her bike off to her community college classes and Steve went to Rick’s.

Rick’s Diner was the new Benny’s, a small building on the east side of town alongside the country road that ran alongside Hawkins from out of town, carrying dozens of people from Ohio, Kentucky, and other parts of Indiana right to the front doors. Tired families and truckers and college students. Most people there were just those passing through, but on occasion he’d see Mr. Clarke or one of Robin’s band friends. It was something Steve never would have thought he'd be doing, but he almost always looked forward to his shifts.

“Steve!”

Steve broke into a grin, spinning his keys on his finger once, twice, before he tucked them into his jeans next to the zippo.

Rick was a small man with a ring of thick brown hair around his head and was never seen out of overalls. He could do everything the diner needed—count the till, greet the customers, flips the burgers, fix the oven—but he’d started to feel the diner needed something, a little nudge. So when Steve had happened upon the diner one day not long after Spring Break, still bearing the bruises from the final showdown that everyone else in Hawkins assumed was a scuffle with the leftover fanatics that believed Jason’s story, Rick had come over with Steve's coffee and hotdog and sat down across from him. By the end of that night, Steve had the job.

Steve didn’t have to think long about accepting, besides telling Rick he’d never cooked at a restaurant before. Rick had just laughed at him and told him it was all about the people, not the burgers. Was he good with people? he’d asked him. He’d given a pointed yet teasing glance at Steve’s busted face. But Steve had told him that if he could survive Scoops Ahoy assholes and airheads, he’d be fine with the random people coming through.

“Hey Rick!” Steve hollered as he made him way around the counter.

“This fuckin’ fryer’s busted half to hell, I have no idea what I did to it!”

He said it was a bark of laughter and a clang of metal against metal.

“Did you turn the knob all the way and then down to four-fifty?”

“…No I did not.”

Steve rounded the corner to see Rick crouched in front of the fryer with a wrench in hand.

“Ok Mr. Fix-it. Do your thing.”

Steve took the wrench, grinned, and got to work.

#stranger things #willow writes #my fic #steve harrington #oc Rick #not Reefer Rick #mention of Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley #there will be others in this fic #i think eddie's up next #we'll see! #This was came out of me this morning at the coffee shop #I was reworking this angsty little thing i'd started a month or so ago #and i think this is a much more coherent kinda look at steve #character study #part 1 of ?

[walkitoffrogers]

knocked me off my feet again | stucky

@redeemablesoldier

One of the things for him to enjoy about his life was his regularly scheduled ass busting sessions with Nat. She was the person he trusted more than anybody as a general rule, as witnessed by the way they regularly beat on each other. He lost as often as he won and he preferred it that way because it meant he was never bored.

Rarely was he distracted, his focus bordering on downright ridiculous at times. Today, though, he'd spotted that guy coming into the gym again. Bucky had a bad habit of getting distracted for a moment  nearly every time he walked in. There just happened to be the unfortunate circumstance of Nat swinging at him right then.

The hit connected before he even really registered it was coming. His ears were ringing and he sat down, blinking blearily up at Nat who was smirking at him. "Shove it," he glared at her with not a bit of heat. "Jesus," he shook his head, trying to clear it, blinking when the color in front of him shifted from red to gold.

--

Mariposa Bay was almost starting to feel normal. Steve liked his roommate and his classes, Ian seemed to be settling in okay, and his job drawing for the school paper was a hell of a lot easier than anything he'd had in Brooklyn. He was a little surprised to have made the baseball team after a couple years of not playing, but he enjoyed the game and sports were a good way to make friends. He liked this gym for its boxing and self-defense classes though, and he tried to come by at least once a week.

Maybe that wasn't the only reason he liked it. He couldn't help the way his eyes immediately searched the room for him, the pretty-eyed one with the cute grin that Steve had never once worked up the nerve to talk to. They shared a class too, so it should have been easy, but he'd never had an easy time talking to people he found attractive. Still, there was no harm in looking, or so he thought. Maybe it was the distraction of someone coming in, but the second their eyes locked, the guy took a punch and went down.

He winced, compelled closer to see if he was okay, even if that had sort of been his fault. The redhead standing over him was smirking, not looking a bit sorry. "Watch over that for me for a minute, handsome? Make sure he doesn't hurt himself," she said to him. He could swear she was snickering as she walked away, Steve assumed to get a First Aid kit. He knelt in front of the guy with an apologetic smile. "Are you okay? That looked like it hurt."

--

Already, Bucky was plotting his revenge, knowing it had to be possible somehow. The problem with Natasha was that she was so damn slippery, but it was one of the things that had turned them into the friends they had wound up becoming. As his vision cleared, he was feeling a whole lot more forgiving at the face that filled his vision, but he still flipped Nat off around him and hoped he didn't see.

"Jesus, if she keeps clocking me hard enough t'make me see an angel, I might have to let her do it more often," his smile was slow before he chuckled. Reaching up, he gave his jaw a wiggle and tipped his face for him to look. "I'm going to have a good bruise, huh?" It let him let his eyes drift over the lengths of him all curled in front of him and he was appreciative before turning to look at him properly.

"Do you often play surprise caretakers for guys who just got knocked senseless by their best friend?" He held his hand out because there was no way he was going to have this guy right in front of him and let the moment pass him by for a proper introduction. "Bucky."

--

"Oh. She hit you hard," he laughed softly, heat creeping into his cheeks. It was clearly a cheesy comment made out of delirium, but it was still sweet. It gave him the nerve to reach out when he tipped his face to him, fingers sliding gently along his jaw to check the injury. "Nothing broken, I don't think. But you should get some ice on it before it swells." Unfortunately, he had a lot of experience being punched.

"More often than you'd think. I'm sorry if I distracted you." He smiled as he let his hand fall away. He wasn't positive about it. It had happened fast, but just in case, Steve never wanted people getting hurt over him. "Steve. We, ah-- we have Victorian Lit together. It's nice to meet you, Bucky." He shook his hand, wondering it that gave too much away. That was exactly why Steve shouldn't be allowed to talk to pretty people. There was nothing smooth about him.

He glanced up as the redhead returned and tossed an ice pack at them. He caught it because Bucky didn't seem to be in any condition for catching right now and pressed it gently to his jaw. "Thanks, Florence Nightingale. Think you can you keep an eye on him for a few minutes? My next appointment is here." He followed her gaze to the person standing rather impatiently on a nearby mat. Her slightly evil smile said they'd be sorry for rushing her. "Of course."

--

"Not that hard," he protested easily, liking the way his cheeks flushed and wondering if it was a regular occurrence. He was hoping he could have the chance to make him do it more often, now that they'd actually gotten to talk to each other. Not his best first showing, but if it already had those slim, strong fingers on his face, he'd take it. He tipped his face a little into his hand because it really did feel nice, callouses in different places than his. "Takes more than a punch from Nat to break my face, trust me," he teased easily, since fights were a regular enough thing.

"Absolutely worth it," Bucky assured him with a smile that clearly said he'd be the best kind of trouble if he'd let him. "I know. You're distracting there too." If the truth happened to work for flirting, it was all the better and Steve was the prettiest distraction he'd seen in a very long time. Considering he'd tried dating Nat and she was terrifyingly gorgeous, that was saying something.

He was grateful Steve caught the icepack cuz he was still just dazed enough it would have been clumsy. "Just go to work, Nat. I bet if I ask real sweet, Stevie here might hang with me til my ears stop ringing. Bye." He gave her a pointed look before narrowing his eyes at the person on the mat who was about to be in for it. "Whatdya say, got time to be my hero for a bit? It is cool if you've got things you need to be doing, don't let me keep you."

--

"We'll see if you think that when the headache sets in," he chuckled softly. Steve definitely wasn't worth getting punched over, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying being flirted with by a punch drunk stranger. He had no way of knowing if he was always like that or if it was a side effect of being hit, but most people weren't in a *better* mood after being punched.

Bucky smiled like he was made of trouble, and he paused, his own smile slow and full of mischief. "So you're saying I'm affecting your safety and your grades just by being around? That sounds serious." The redhead--Nat--smirked and walked away. She was beautiful and terrifying, and Steve could see how the two had become friends. Gorgeous people usually grouped together, but he hadn't met many of them who also liked to beat each other up.

"Sure. Not a lot of opportunities in life to play hero. I'm kinda liking it," he teased, offering a hand. "Think you can stand? Let's get you somewhere more comfortable." He didn't need more invitation than that to cross out the idea of a workout in favor of staying with him, and he was pleased with Nat for making it easy for them. He hadn't ruled out that it was intentional, another appointment or not. She seemed fully capable of reading a room.

--

He automatically pulled a face at the idea of the impending headache. He could ignore it's onset until he didn't have a perfect distraction in front of him, he hoped. And if he could get some meds in him before that happened, he might not have to deal with it until much, much later. If getting punched meant this, he'd take a lot more fists to the face.

Oh, but that devilish smile in that angel's face? It only made him want to keep him around more, to figure out just how deep that mischievous streak went. "Absolutely, it's world-shattering," his voice was serious, but his eyes were dancing as he looked at him, officially in Ignore-Natasha-Mode. "I might need you to help me do something about that," he decided.

"You look like a hero type, it works for you," he smiled as he slid his hand into his again. "We can go to the Trainers' space. I can get some medicine to do some pre-emptive work against the headache and swelling, at least." If he leaned into Steve a little more than was actually necessary, he didn't think a single soul alive would blame him.

--

"World-shattering, huh?" Steve couldn't possibly say that with a straight face, not when his mind went immediately to all the ways he'd like to do exactly that. He wasn't *that* much of an angel, and Bucky was beautiful. "Seems like the only responsible thing," he agreed with a nod. He slowly helped haul him to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him once he was up.

He huffed a quiet laugh as they made their way toward the back. "*You* look like trouble." Steve wasn't thinking trouble was such a bad thing at the moment. He doubted Bucky actually needed his help to get there and into a chair, but he'd been entrusted with looking after him, and Steve took that role seriously whether or not he happened to be a gorgeous human being.

The First Aid cabinet was marked, so he made himself at home looking for the pain killers and a bottle of water from the mini-fridge with the quick efficiency of someone who was used to taking care of others. His mom had been a nurse, and with as often as he and Ian had been bullied growing up, he'd picked up a lot. "What else do you need?"

--

There was no world in which Bucky would turn down having his world shattered by a golden angel with a tarnish on his halo. No one could smile like that and be purely well-behaved, he was just wanting to see more and more how much of not-an-angel Steve was. "Do you always do the responsible thing?" He couldn't help but be curious as he leaned into him.

"Oh, I am trouble," he admitted with a low, dark laugh that was filled with the way he wanted to be trouble in that moment. It was hard not to, with the warmth of him that close and realizing he was drop dead gorgeous no matter what distance he was looking at him from. Up close was dangerous because he could see exactly the spot that made him want to nibble on his bottom lip and he had to rein that thought in in a hurry.

Settling in a chair, he watched him move around the space, his eyebrow raising lightly at how accustomed he seemed to be with First Aid kits. "Your phone number so I can take you out for dinner," he answered without missing a beat.

--

It was a complicated question. Steve had been doing the responsible thing for as long as he could remember, taking care of his brother and his mom, working full time, putting off university until Ian had graduated so they could go together. He wasn't sorry about any of those things. They'd all been the right call. The irresponsible side of him came out in the fights when he was younger, and while he'd learned to pick them more carefully or fight in other ways besides using his fists, there were still things that triggered that hot headedness. "Usually," he decided with a small smile.

Getting involved with a guy he barely knew anything about in his first month of school was hardly the responsible thing, but he'd already decided he didn't care. He didn't care if Bucky was serious about this or if he planned to sleep with him and ghost him, making the rest of the school semester painfully awkward. He was allowed this one thing for himself, right? Even if it wasn't the smartest move? That laugh sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew there was no chance he'd turn that down if it was offered.

That directness took him slightly off guard, but it was refreshing to know exactly what was happening. Subtle flirting had a tendency to go right over Steve's head, and he was really bad at trying to return it. "Okay. Where are we going?" He smiled, putting both bottles in easy reach for him on the table and taking the seat next to his. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid that across the table for him as well.

--

He could tell that the question wasn't actually an easy one by the consideration out of the other. It only made him that much more curious about him, which was helping nothing when it came to him trying to somewhat behave himself. "See, now that makes me really want to be trouble for you," he shook his head, liking the way he could keep bringing honesty into this.

Sure, Bucky was a flirt, and he'd taken a turn or two at the one night stand. It wasn't his thing, not really, and he really didn't like quick burnouts. Could he guarantee this would be anything else? Nope, because he didn't know Steve that well yet, but more and more, he thought it would definitely be worth it to try and find out. He hadn't had somebody make his palms itch with the need to get his hands on them, not like this.

His eyes were trained on his face as he made the request, ignoring the bottles in favor of the phone as that dark smile of trouble crossed his face again. "Indian food, because they've got everything even if you're vegan." He tapped his number into his phone and texted himself so he had his. "Got any plans tonight? I would have asked for a few nights from now, but I don't want to. Screw convention." He handed his phone back before cracking open the water bottle and downing a few pain killers, watching him over the bottle.

--

"I think I could use a little trouble." One night stands weren't typical for Steve either. He didn't usually have an interest in sleeping with people he didn't know and like, but he was finding that first one blurry in this case. He already liked Bucky, and he'd like to get to know him better too. Normally, the kinds of people who tried to pick him up at the gym weren't interested in having dinner, but he was trying not to put too many expectations into this.

"I'm not, but that's considerate of you. I like Indian." He smiled as he heard the answering buzz of his phone and tucked it back into his pocket. "When you're feeling better, Buck," he said gently, shaking his head. "Normally I would agree, screw convention. But you're going to need to rest when that headache kicks in. I'm free tomorrow though, if you want." He didn't really want to wait to see him again either, and since Bucky wasn't being shy about that, he saw no reason to be.

--

His answer pulled that slow smile back across his face, approval and intent to be just that clear. "Then I will be very happy to provide." He'd learned not to have too many expectations, otherwise you were bound to get hurt. But he could make plans and have hope for the best while planning for the worst. Golden boy didn't seem like the type to just disappear on him though, since he got the feeling this wasn't anything he did often, giving in to the guy hitting on him in the gym.

"Okay, good, makes future plans easier," he grinned easily, entirely casual about how he'd decided to say it wasn't just for a one night intention. Sure, he'd happily climb him like a tree and enjoy the hell out of himself for a night, but it wasn't what he was after. "Golden boy," he muttered in resigned disappointment at him being the well-behaved responsible one. He'd be worth the headache. "Tomorrow, then. Early dinner, since you're making me wait," he requested, teasing.

--

"Oh, we're making future plans? In that case, I like Italian, Disney movies, and art museums too." It was impossible not to return that smile, especially with the possibility of more than one date with him. There was no telling if they'd even like each other enough for a second date, but it was nice to know Bucky was thinking there might be one. Usually, Steve was the guy with a plan. It was nice to have someone else thinking ahead.

He burst out laughing at the nickname. It was just so far off the mark, he couldn't help himself. He was a poor orphan from Brooklyn, a nobody. "Sorry, I-- no, I think you have the wrong idea about me. I'm not a golden anything. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn." He shook his head, amused by it even if it was wrong. Steve usually just let people think what they wanted about him, but in Bucky's case, he found himself wanting him to know who he really was. "Early dinner. Baseball practice is usually over by five."

--

"Perfect. I like Mexican, sci-fi movies, and science museums," fair was fair, and he was already tucking the information away to be used at first opportunity. It was hard to imagine not wanting a second date with the guy, if this interaction was anything to go by. It wasn't like there was a shortage of things to do or beautiful people to look at, but no one had caught his attention the way he had, so he wanted to make everything out of it that he could.

Bucky's eyebrow raised slowly at the protest. "You sure about that? Because a guy who drops everything to help someone he didn't know who got cold-cocked and manage to just take care of him despite every advance, we're ignoring your agreement to my date, by the way because that's just sweet, certainly fits Golden Boy to me. Plus, look at you. Damn perfect angel face and I can stare at it for days," he informed him as casually as if giving him directions across campus. "Perfect. I can can pick you up at six, if you want? But you can bet I'll be sitting antsy at five forty-five."

--

"Good to know." He grinned, pleased to learn some of his favorite things. He'd like to make good use of those moving forward. Steve could easily be persuaded for a day of science and art museums. It actually sounded like the cutest date he'd never been on. He didn't really believe they'd flare out after one, not when he'd be glad to just sit here and learn more of his favorites.

"Alright, but I still think you're setting the bar a little low." He shook his head slowly, but he didn't see the point in arguing. The first one Steve considered common decency, and the second was at least as much to his own benefit. He didn't have any control over his face, but he was glad that Bucky liked it. He couldn't help a smile at how damn cute he was. "Then pick me up at 5:45." It wouldn't take him an hour to shower and be ready, especially if he didn't have to get somewhere.

--

A lot of people took a look at Bucky and put him into one of two categories, occasionally lumping them together: Trouble or Jock. Neither was accurate, and that was what made it so damn funny. But spending a day wandering museums and getting to listen to Steve sounded like one helluva way to spend a day and he was looking forward to it.

"My bar, pal, I'll put it where I like," he chuckled, his Brooklyn slipping out like it did when he was relaxed and comfortable. It baffled his family that it still existed and he liked it. He smiled and laughed, "See, now that you said that, I'll be sitting antsy at 5:30 and that's just sad. But, happily."

--

He was getting both of those vibes from Bucky. After he'd hit a growth spurt, he'd had no trouble blending in with the jocks in high school, but there were parts of that culture that Steve, with his complete intolerance to bullies, just couldn't handle. He was one of them, but they weren't really his people. Trouble wasn't his usual, but he could already tell there was more to Bucky than either of those things. He liked science museums, for heaven's sake. That was closet nerd behavior, and he found it adorable.

"You sound like a New Yorker too." He tipped his head, interested. He sounded like Brooklyn, but that was too much of a coincidence, wasn't it? That Steve would find the one person in this city who felt like home? He gave a warm laugh, gently shaking his head. "Then pick me up at 5:30, and I'll be fast." He couldn't go any earlier without inviting him into the shower. As tempting as that was, it wasn't the tone he wanted to set for their first date. Not when it sounded like there would be a second.

--

Sure, he could be trouble for people when he really wanted to be, and he liked sports, but he didn't really think about them. Trouble for the sake of fun for everyone and trouble for clarity were usually what he went for in trouble. But the reality was that he was happiest in a library or a movie theater or a workshop, living his best nerd life. That part, people only saw when they actually took the time to get to know him.

"Brooklyn, but I"m a military kid. So lots of moving happened," he shrugged lightly like it didn't matter. In some ways, these days, it really didn't but there was always going to be a love for Brooklyn he'd never shake. It was on the tip of his tongue to tease him, to watch those cheeks go pink for him, but that could wait. "You make it real hard to say no to that," he chuckled. "Alright, 5:30. At the locker rooms, yeah?"

--

"Sounds rough. Was that your favorite place?" If he'd held on to any of it, it was hard to imagine he'd hated it. Steve had never really imagined leaving Brooklyn until there was nothing left for them there. He still carried the ache of missing it with him and suspected he always would. Even now, he couldn't promise it was permanent and that he wouldn't someday decide to go back on better terms. It was a hard city to beat for art and publishing.

"Yeah." He smiled, already looking forward to it. If Bucky was picking him up there, then half an hour was plenty of time. It would give him tonight to explain it to Ian and make sure he was good on his own for dinner. Steve had dated in high school, but there hadn't been room in his life for anything serious in the past few years. "Now we've got that settled, you feeling okay?" It was slightly teasing, given the way Bucky had steered them off topic last time he asked, but the concern was real.

--

The fact that Steve was from New York, this golden boy who'd caught his attention so damn easily and kept it, even from a distance, made him smile happily. "Yeah, it was. Hard to beat New York as a whole, but yeah," he nodded, always hoping he could go back. Maybe one day to just stay, but that was a fight he was going to have to wage and he knew it, if he wanted it any time soon.

"Perfect," he was trying not to let the ridiculous excitement take over and he knew he was going to have to leave right after he wanted time to just enjoy it and not be quizzed to death by his best friend. "Date with you set up and my ears aren't ringing anymore, so yeah," he chuckled, already feeling the ache of it setting in. "She's gonna give me hell for this for months, I swear."

--

"And Brooklyn in particular," he agreed with a soft laugh. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else if he ever went back to NYC. He had at least four years to decide though, while Ian got his bachelor's. Steve would be out of school in two, but the idea of leaving without his brother never even crossed his mind. That was all the family he had left, and he'd never leave him on his own.

"Except for the getting punched part, sounds like you're winning." He grinned. Steve wasn't sure he was worth all that, but he was just as excited as Bucky seemed to be about the chance to go out with him. "If she left you with me on purpose, that's a helluva wingwoman you've got." He couldn't have said if the punch was intentional for that purpose, or if she had simply taken the opportunity once it was in front of her, but either way, it was... skillfully handled. Almost frighteningly so, if Bucky himself hadn't been so warm and sweet.

--

"Oh, I am definitely winning," he agreed with a laugh, because the headache he'd have in about half an hour was going to be worth every bit of it. Something told him that Steve was very much worth getting punched over. He'd spent his whole life watching people, studying them, picking them apart in his head when he wondered why they did the things they did. Some people just read good and he was definitely one of them.

Snorting, he shook his head slowly. "Natasha does everything on purpose. My screwup was leaving her an opportunity to actually hit me because she will always take it." He would always take any chance he had at laying her out too, so it was entirely fair. He just hadn't found what was going to distract her yet, but someone would, eventually. "But yeah, she's the best."

--

Steve didn't know if he was good, but he always tried for good, especially for the people he cared about. Whether or not he hit the mark was another matter. "Happens to all of us," he assured him with a small, sympathetic smile. He'd been punched more than his fair share, on the mat and off of it. Nobody could keep their guard up all the time. He wasn't even trying to keep a wall up with Bucky.

"How did you meet?" At a glance, the friendship seemed like an odd one. She was vaguely terrifying, and Bucky had been nothing but sweet, and he was assuming there was more to both of them that included some kind of crossover between the two. She wasn't just a sparring partner. He'd said best friend, an important relationship Steve had never really had, unless his brother counted.

--

Bucky had met plenty of people who didn’t even try for good, so Steve was automatically above a chunk of the population as far as he was concerned. “Yeah, but after this long I know better.” It just showed how distracted he was by Steve and he wasn’t sure how to handle that beyond taking him out because it was like an itch under his skin. There was no point in trying to put a guard up, it wouldn’t stick and he knew it.

The question made him laugh at the memory. “She was in my Russian class my first semester, and I was dumb enough or brave enough, probably both if we’re being honest, to ask her out. We tried it and failed, gloriously, but we knew too much about each other at that point. So it was either death or friendship.” He wouldn’t trade her for anything, even if their start was unconventional. “Now, we beat the shit out of each other a couple times a week between training our victims, I mean, clients,” his smile was sharp, the bit of him that enjoyed a good fight rising.

--

"I can't promise to use that power only for good. But I will try to save it for when you're off the mat," he laughed softly. Steve had been taking boxing and self-defense since high school, but he never enjoyed watching people get hurt. He still felt a little bad about distracting him at such a crucial moment, but he was doing his best to make it up to him now. He could admit that distracting him in the future in other, more pleasant ways had possibilities.

"Both, I think," he agreed with a chuckle. Natasha was terrifyingly beautiful. So was Bucky for that matter, but his demeanor was a lot more approachable, at least now that Steve had had an actual conversation with him. He was friendly. He didn't think that was a word he'd put to Nat even if they got to know each other. "Not the worst way to break up." He preferred to end on friendly terms if possible, but it was hard to imagine being best friends with one of his exes. "Oh, you work here too. I guess I don't need to ask why." That devilish smile said plenty.

--

“I don’t mind being distracted by you,” he shook his head with a little laugh. It happened often enough that he was used to it, even if he’d managed to not get punched before. He didn’t know if the distraction would be better or worse now that he actually knew him. Either way he didn’t really care.

“Then definitely both,” he grinned, entirely unrepentant. He could hide a lot behind that grin and often did, but he wasn’t feeling the usual need to hide himself. He didn’t even tend to call Nat nice, and he adored the hell out of her. “No, definitely not.” Bucky tended to either stay friends or completely cut off, there was no real middle ground. “Gotta pay the bills somehow.”

--

"I'd love to distract you." It came out low and playful and before he'd fully thought it through, but as always with Steve, it was just honest. As pleasant as it was to be distracting him by accident, to be noticed by the person he'd noticed and thought beautiful, distracting him on purpose had to be a lot more fun for both of them. If a distraction was all they were to each other, he could live with that. For now.

It was an interesting story in the way it gave him some context for what had happened today. Maybe Bucky did this kind of thing all the time. He was handsome and charming and funny and apparently not a bit shy, so that was hardly a surprise. "Nice to do something you're good at too, and obviously enjoy." He'd observed him enough before now to have a sense of how he fought, and he was as dangerous as Natasha in his own way.

--

That sent a straight up shiver down his spine and he absolutely wanted to find out just how distracting he could really be. "Anytime, sweetheart," his response came out in kind and he couldn't even be bothered by it. He wasn't thinking of him anywhere near just a distraction and he wanted him to be more than that. He wanted to know him, every way that he could.

Bucky definitely didn't go getting distracted like that by just anybody. He hadn't gotten distracted like this by Natasha, couldn't remember a time he did. Giving people his full attention, wanting to date them the way he wanted to with Steve, that was a rarity. "I think I'd go crazy if I didn't like what I did," he admitted. It had taken him until the semester before to finally do what he wanted and not what was expected of him. "Do you just do the baseball and student thing?"

--

"I'll take you up on that." If he wasn't more concerned about Bucky's well-being, he would have been tempted to do just that now. Getting to know him held just as much appeal though, and Steve was of the opinion that anyone worth having was also worth waiting for. Still, he knew exactly what all his daydreams would be about until he got to taste those lips for himself.

In general, Steve didn't get hung up on people. Most of his dating had been someone else's idea, since he was slow to like someone and slower to act on it. Bucky was exceptional in every way so far. "No, I work at the school paper. Comic artist." The job made him happy, and it was at least a step toward what he actually wanted to do. He'd been drawing for as long as he could remember, making up characters for Ian and illustrating his brother's stories when he got older.

--

"I really hope so," he admitted with a slow smile. It was more than a little tempting to do something that would keep him distracted until his date, solidly. But, he wanted to do this well, to make every step of it worth everything in between. He wasn't one for rushing the good things. And Steve? Well, something told him that he could be a very good thing.

Most of his actual dating life was a result of Natasha's meddling, and even sitting here with Steve now could partially apply. She was good at cutting people out of interactions if she was inclined. She was equally adept at maneuvering people exactly where she wanted them. "Comic artist, huh? I am not surprised." He smiled, his eyes skimming over Steve's hands and remembering the feeling of his fingers on his face.

--

Steve was already going to be distracted until their date, and he'd be surprised if it ended then. Bucky had a face he'd love to draw or kiss or both, and talking to him only made it worse. He was clever and interesting, a little mysterious. It was a mystery he'd like to spend time getting to the bottom of.

He already got the sense that if Natasha didn't approve if him, he wouldn't be sitting here right now. That was flattering, since she seemed like the sort of person who didn't give her approval easily. He'd try not to do anything to ruin that, but it was mostly for Bucky's sake. "You're not?" He raised his eyebrows, wondering what about him in his gym gear said artist.

--

If Nat hadn’t been inclined to let Steve near him while they were in the gym, she wouldn’t have. But he’d made no secret about his curiosity and attraction to the man. He was glad they were getting the chance for this, that they had a date coming. The more they talked, the more he was sure there wasn’t going to be any getting him out of his system.

“No,” he shook his head with a smile before reaching over and gently taking his hand. He flipped it so it was palm up and brushed his fingertip gently along one of his fingers. “Your callouses. How an artist holds things isn’t the same as writers, or people who spend a lot of time on a computer.” Bucky was a quick study to begin with, but he’d felt them when he’d held his face earlier.

--

His expression was curious as he gave him his hand. For once, they weren't covered in ink or paint or graphite. A small shiver ran through him at the gentle touch as he traced his calluses. "You were paying attention," he said, soft and teasing. It was more observant than most people were, and while people might have noticed the calluses, he doubted they'd make the connection to what they were for.

He ran his thumb gently over his hand, unable to resist as long as he was close enough, and then he took Bucky's hand in his. He gently outlined the scars on his knuckles that were obviously from fighting. Steve had matching ones, faint but always there. Then he flipped his hand as he'd done, lightly tracing his calluses. "What are yours from?"

--

A little laugh that he knew was slightly pained despite himself escaped him. "Of course I was," he murmured, too many times getting distracted watching his hands from a distance later. He watched people, on a level that most people never would, long-bred caution and curiosity intertwining. It was one of the reasons he and Natasha got on so well and probably part of why they'd crashed and burned.

The soft brush of his thumb made him smile softly and his hand relaxed for him, always holding on to some kind of tension. There were fresh scrapes on his knuckles amidst the scars that littered his hands. Yes, there were the ones from fighting, but there were nicks and gouges and rough spots everywhere. "Tools," he answered quietly, "Tools and metal."

--

"Why didn't you say something?" The question was quiet and curious, no judgement in it. Steve had his own reasons for not approaching Bucky and assumed he did too, but he wondered if they were the same. He'd noticed him too, in the way he noticed pretty or interesting people that he might want to draw, but it didn't hurt him the way it seemed like it had hurt Bucky.

"Fixing or building? Or both?" He smiled, interested to know how he spent his time when he wasn't here or in class. He wanted to know everything. He wrapped his fingers around Bucky's and brought them to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss over one of the scrapes on his knuckles before he let them go. He wanted to kiss all of them and the bruise slowly blooming on his jaw, to start with.

--

"Hey, beautiful stranger, your hands distract me in class and I really like watching you walk past me in the gym." The words were teasing, a little self-deprecating, and a dance around the truth without being a lie. That wasn't a truth for first proper conversations, if ever, unless this lasted. "Which, both of those things are true, very true." His smile was lighter, now, as his eyes drifted over his face.

"Both," he told him, his breath catching at the soft kiss to his knuckles. It was unexpected and so damn painfully sweet it made his chest clench. "Damn it, Golden Boy," he murmured softly before leaning forward and brushing his lips along his jaw. "You are a test in self-control that I am going to fail, aren't you?" It was more of an observation and less of a question as he sat back.

--

"I've heard worse opening lines," he laughed softly. Steve didn't think he would have been put off no matter how Bucky had decided to approach him. He was sorry it had come to violence, but he couldn't be sorry that it had happened at all. He could also tell that wasn't the whole truth, and while he was curious to know what it was, he didn't want to push him. Bucky didn't owe him answers, or anything at all.

For a moment, he worried he'd overstepped. They'd known each other for an hour, maybe, so Steve couldn't really blame him. Then Bucky was leaning into his space, his lips soft against his jaw, and his breath stopped for a moment. He badly wanted to hold him there and find out what those lips felt like on his, but he let him pull away. "If it's any consolation, it's a test of mine too."

He smiled, the uptick in voices outside indicating an end to the classes. "And on that note, I should probably go. The longer I stay, the more likely I'll fail, and something tells me you're worth waiting for." He didn't really want to leave, but it was true, and he needed to meet Ian for dinner. He didn't know how he was going to explain the date to his brother. It had been the two of them against the world for so long.

--

That made him grin slowly, curious as to how it would have gone down outside of the gym if he'd ever let himself do it. "Hey, I think mine was pretty damn unique," he chuckled, happy to poke fun at himself for the moment. "Besides, angel, that's one helluva way to make an entrance into a guy's life," he pointed out. No matter what, it was gonna stick with him, he knew that.

It was nearly painful to force himself to sit back from him, especially with those lips of his right there. He caught the way his breath caught and it gave him a little satisfaction. The words only added to it. "That helps, actually. Because maybe now you'll be as distracted as me all day tomorrow." He could only hope.

Hearing the noise rise, he knew he was right. "I'd hate for you to fail at anything," he mused softly, helping by standing up and holding out his hand to help him do the same, but also just for the excuse to touch him again. "I'll see you tomorrow, Steve."

--

"Definitely unforgettable," he agreed with a soft laugh. It would be a cute story to tell if they were ever in a position to tell it. Steve was still sorry he'd gotten hurt over it though. He wasn't worth Bucky's pain, especially when there were a hundred other ways they could have started a conversation. The word angel struck him momentarily speechless, and the rest of the words weren't helping. He hoped he had made an entrance into his life. More than he should have, for someone he barely knew.

"I'd say I wanted to make an impression, but I think that was mostly hers," he teased gently. A literal impression in his face, anyway. "I don't know how I'm going to think about anything else." He grinned, shaking his head as he took his hand and got to his feet. "Tomorrow." He nodded, throwing caution out the window again as he leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against his injured jaw. "Please take care of yourself between now and then," he requested softly. Already, he couldn't stand the idea of him being hurt.

--

The pain was vastly overshadowed by the angel delivered to him by his red-headed devil of a best friend. He couldn't be assed to care about the hurt in the face of everything that had come after that. "Nah, she was capitalizing on the opportunity you gave her. Don't give her too much credit," he teased lightly, knowing he was still going to buy her a ridiculous bottle of vodka and pay for a mani/pedi for her in thanks.

"Good, then you'll be just as antsy as me when I come pick you up." There was something reassuring about that, to know that it was far from one-sided. He held his breath when he leaned close, trying to keep himself from being really dumb and reckless. He was worth the time and all the good things. Lifting his hand, he slid his knuckles along the line of his jaw, mirroring where he'd kissed Bucky's. "I'll do my best," he agreed. "Go, before I kiss you." He tipped his head at the door lightly, his eyes drifting over Steve's face like he was memorizing it already.

#chat: bucky #redeemablesoldier #college!verse #knocked me off my feet again

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Partying Too Hard- All Time Low Fanfiction

Jack tells Alex to let loose at a party they attend. High School AU. Word Count: 3962

TW: alcohol

More notes at the end. 

“Jack, you can’t go super hard tonight, okay? I know this is going to be a cool party and that my parents are out of town so we won’t get grounded for underage drinking, but you need to be chill on the booze, okay?” Alex said, as they got into the Uber that would take them to what was expected to be the biggest party of the year.

“Dude, why not? I just want to have a good time, especially since we won’t get busted by any of our parents,” Jack replied.

“Have you ever noticed the pattern that every time we go to a party, you black out, then I have to take care of you when you’re hungover and puking your guts out?”

“Come on, dude, that doesn’t happen every time,”

“It happens almost every time, dude. I’ve never told you this, but I usually don’t drink that much when we party together because I know you’re going to take it too far and that I’ll have to take care of you,”

“Wait, really?” Jack asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

“Yes, Jack. I don’t mind it, you’re my best friend and I want to be there for you, but it does get a little old sometimes, y’know?”

“Well, why don’t you have the time of your life tonight, and I’ll try to be good,”

“Try? I’m going to need more of a solidified commitment if I’m really going to let loose and have fun. I’d feel really bad if I were too messed up to take care of you if you drink too much,”

“No, I’m serious, I won’t drink a lot, you just focus on having fun and drink however much you want, you won’t have to take care of me this time, I promise,”

“Well, if you’re serious about this, then I’ll take you up on it,”

“Swear on my life dude,” Jack said, holding his hand out to shake on the agreement.

“This handshake is legally binding,” Alex replied, grabbing Jack’s hand and shaking it.

“I haven’t seen you let loose in a while, I’m excited to see you plastered,”

“Well, I don’t know about that, I don’t totally want to hate myself in the morning,”

“I won’t tell you what to do, Alex, but you should just throw them back. Like I said, we won’t get busted by any parents since we’re coming back to your place, and now you don’t have to worry about me, so you might as well make the most of it!”

“Jack, are you encouraging me to blackout?” Alex asked, laughing some.

“I mean, I don’t want you to get alcohol poisoning or anything, but I do want to see you have a good time,”

“Okay, fair enough, I can do that. If I accidentally go too far and need help, you’ll be there for me, right?”

“Of course, Alex. You’re my best friend, I’m not going to let you be miserable, I’ve got you if you drink too much,”

“That sounds good to me. I mean, I’ll do my best to not get to that point, but-“

“Don’t worry about it, you just have fun,”

“Will do, man. Oh shit, it looks like we’re almost there,” Alex said, finally realizing what street they were on.

Once the driver pulled in front of the house where the party was, Alex and Jack quickly thanked him for the ride before excitedly walking up to the front door. As soon as they walked inside, they were greeted by Rian, Zack and other friends.

There were quite a few seniors in attendance, and since they were juniors, they knew they had to do what they could to make a good impression if they wanted any chance at being seen as the cool seniors next school year.

“I think they’re doing a beer pong tournament in the basement, do you guys want to go down there?” Rian suggested once Jack and Alex found some drinks.

“Is anyone we know playing?” Alex asked, following his friends towards the basement door.

“I think some people from our science class last year are, but that’s it. They still need two more people to jump in, from my understanding,” Zack replied.

“Two more people, that should be us, Alex! What do you think?” Jack asked, a look of excitement in his eyes.

“Sure, why not? I kind of suck at pong, but it’ll still be fun!” Alex exclaimed, as the four of them finally made their way over to the pong table.

The tournament was made up of eight people total, including Alex and Jack. Once it was decided who was playing, a bracket was made, and the game began. Jack ended up losing in the first round, but Alex did a lot better than he expected to.

Somehow, as he continued to drink, the game got easier for him. He ended up making it to the final round, only losing by one cup to his opponent, and by the time the game was over, he was feeling pretty drunk.

“You’re pretty good at this, Gaskarth. I’m impressed,” his senior opponent said, shaking Alex’s hand.

“Same goes to you, man. Good game,” Alex replied, starting to slur a bit.

“It sure was. Enjoy the rest of your night, man,”

Alex’s opponent, and most of the group who’d played in the tournament, all walked away, leaving Alex to turn to his friends.

“What should we do now?” Jack asked everyone.

“Let’s just go upstairs and see what’s going on,” Rian decided, to which everyone agreed.

They all made their way up the stairs, and into the main area of the house. After securing another drink, they met up with more friends who’d just arrived.

For the next couple hours, everyone started playing more drinking games and taking shots, including Alex. Jack kept his word and didn’t get too crazy, he wanted Alex to have a good time, and he was certain that he’d be taking care of an insanely sick Alex later on that night.

By the time it reached midnight, Alex was absolutely plastered. Jack had a bit of a buzz, but he wasn’t that drunk; he wouldn’t be able to drive, but he was still able to think coherently and talk normally.

“Dude, I know you probably want to stay longer, but Alex is super far gone, I think you should get him home, he’s in for a rough time sooner than later,” Zack said, pulling Jack aside as they watched Alex down another shot.

“I think you’re right, I’ve never seen him so fucked up before. I’m going to order that Uber now,” Jack decided, pulling out his phone and quickly securing them a ride.

“He’s not going to want to leave,” Rian added, interjecting into their conversation.

“Yeah, he may not, but he needs to. I’ve been where he is before, and it doesn’t end well,” Jack replied, cringing some.

“You should go ahead and get him outside, he’s just going to keep taking shots if he stays in here, he’s almost having too much fun,” Rian continued, laughing some.

“Good point, I’ll be back,” Jack said, before walking over to Alex.

“Jack, dude, take a shot with me!” Alex yelled, laughing some as he tried to hand Jack a shot glass filled with tequila.

“No, I’m okay. I actually just ordered the Uber that’s going to take us home, we should go ahead and wait outside for it,” Jack replied, trying to get the shot glasses out of Alex’s hands without spilling the contents.

“What? That’s so lame, dude, we’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, we are, I think you need to chill and get home. It’ll be fun, we can watch movies!”

“I’ll go on one condition,”

“What would that be?”

“You have to take this shot with me,” Alex said, trying to shove the shot at Jack again.

“Dude, I really don’t want to, and I don’t think you need anymore,” Jack replied, attempting to reason with his friend.

“Come on, let’s end the night with a bang!”

“Fine, if it’ll get you to come the fuck on,”

“It will, I swear! Okay, let’s do it!”

Alex handed Jack one of the glasses, and after they quickly clinked them, they both downed the alcohol. Jack cringed a bit at the taste, but Alex was too far gone to be able to feel the burning sensation of the alcohol.

“That was so awesome! Okay, I’ll leave with you now,” Alex finally said, setting the glasses on a random table.

“Okay, let’s head on out then. Take my hand so you don’t get lost as we get around everyone,” Jack said, holding his hand out to his friend.

“What? Jack, people are going to think we’re, like, together,” Alex said, laughing some.

“No, they won’t, but you’d be lucky to pull someone like me. Come on, grab my hand and we can get out of here,”

“Fine, but I’m blaming you if I can’t get a prom date this year,”

After saying some quick goodbyes to Rian and Zack, the two of them made their way out of the house, and to the end of the driveway, where their Uber happened to pull up to right as they got to it.

“You go ahead and get in, dude,” Jack said, opening the door for his friend.

Alex scooted inside, and Jack followed as the driver greeted them. The car started moving forward, and Alex smiled at his friend.

“What’re you smiling like that for?” Jack asked, laughing some.

“Tonight was so fun,” Alex slurred out, laughing hysterically.

“I’m glad, but I hope it’ll be worth the nasty hangover you’re going to get,” Jack joked, laughing.

“I won’t get a hangover, I didn’t even have that much,”

“Dude, you drank most of a tequila bottle on your own, along with a lot of beer. I think you’re going to feel rough in the morning,”

“We’ll see about that! I want to look at the scenery now,” Alex said, turning towards the window.

Still laughing, Jack pulled his phone out, and began to surf through various apps and websites. When they had about five minutes left in their ride, Alex turned to Jack and tapped him on the shoulder, taking his attention from his phone.

“What’s up, Alex?”

“Jack, I, um, I feel kind of sick,” Alex replied, shutting his eyes and hugging his stomach.

“Shit, well, do you think you can make it five more minutes? We’re super close to your house,”

“I’m not sure, but I’ll try my best,”

“That’s good enough for me. Just try not to think about it, we’ll be at your place soon, and everything will be okay,” Jack said, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulders.

As they turned down Alex’s street, Alex started to gag, making Jack’s eyes widen.

“Hey, Alex, are you okay?”

Alex just shook his head before getting sick into his lap, making Jack scoot away from him some.

“Is everything okay back there?” The driver asked from the front, looking in the rear-view mirror.

“Um, well, my friend got a little sick back here,” Jack replied as Alex leaned forward and got sick again.

“Dude, stop doing that, I’m going to get a bad review as a passenger!” Jack whisper-screamed to Alex, rubbing his back as he stayed hunched over.

“I’m over here dying and that’s what you’re concerned about?” Alex weakly countered.

“I’m going to have to charge you a fee for the cleanup job that’s going to require,” the driver said, pulling into Alex’s driveway.

“Of course, I’m so sorry,” Jack replied.

“You all aren’t the first people who’ve done that, as I’m sure you can imagine. This is when I typically drive, so I get quite a few drunk people,” the driver replied, laughing some.

“We’re still really sorry, is there anything else we can do to help?” Jack continued.

“Nah, just pay the cleaning fee that I’ll send when I review you as passengers. By the way, that’ll be anonymous, so this won’t impact your rating as a customer. Usually, I make that sort of thing public, but you were nice about it, so I’ll give you a pass,”

“Well, thank you so much, we appreciate it,”

“No problem. Make sure he drinks lots of water!”

“Oh, I will. Come on, Alex, let’s get inside,” Jack said, nudging Alex, who was still hunched over.

“Shit, we’re already here?”

“I told you we were close! Let’s get you inside, preferably by a toilet,”

Jack got out of the car, then went around to the other side to help Alex up. As Alex stood up, some of the puke fell to the ground, making Jack cringe a bit, but he did his best to ignore it as he put an arm around Alex’s shoulders to support him as they walked over to the door.

“Do you have your keys?” Jack asked once they were on the front step.

“It’s in a pocket, hang on,” Alex replied, weakly digging his hands into his pockets, feeling around until he found his key ring.

“Which key is it?”

“The silver one,”

“Alex, there’s, like, four silver ones,”

“It’s next to the gym key tag. Can you hurry up, I think I’m going to be sick again,” Alex stated, hugging his stomach like he’d done in the car.

“You actually have a gym membership? Anyway, I guess you mean this one,” Jack replied, rushing to get the key into the door, hoping to be fast enough to get Alex by a toilet in time.

Luckily, it was the correct key, and Jack got them inside, then quickly escorted Alex to the bathroom off the living room.

“I feel so terrible,” Alex groaned as Jack helped him sit on the floor in front of the toilet.

“I bet you do, you drank way too much,” Jack replied, sitting on the ledge of the bathtub next to his friend.

“You’re literally the one who told me to let loose and have fun,”

“Dude, I told you to have fun, I didn’t tell you to almost kill yourself from alcohol poisoning,”

“I guess I took it a bit too far, I really didn’t think I had that much,”

“Yeah, that’s usually how it happens. You don’t realize how much it’s been until you’re here, bowing down to the porcelain throne,” Jack continued, laughing some.

“This isn’t funny, asshole. Everything is spinning and my stomach feels like it has a hurricane tearing through it,” Alex said, shifting around some to hug his stomach again.

“I get it, usually this is me. That’s why I’m laughing, this is like an out of body experience for me,”

“Must be nice,” Alex replied, before leaning forward to be sick again.

Jack rubbed Alex’s back as he got sick, cringing some. He felt bad for his friend, he was very aware of how awful Alex had to be feeling, since this was normally him when they went out to parties. After a few minutes, Alex stopped getting sick, and looked up at Jack with small tears in his eyes.

“Hey, are you okay? Don’t cry, man, this will get better soon,”

“I’m not crying, it’s the exertion from getting sick,” Alex replied in a shaky voice.

“Oh okay, I see. Hey, why don’t we get you a little cleaned up and set you up on the couch? You kind of smell so we need to get some different clothes on you,”

“I don’t think I’m done getting sick, my stomach still kills,”

“We can put a bowl or bucket by you, like you normally do for me. You’ll be a hell of a lot more comfortable, what do you say?”

“I guess that would be better, but there’s still a problem,” Alex continued.

“What would that be?”

“I don’t think I can safely stand up in the shower right now, everything is spinning,”

“No problem, I’ll put my arm in there so you can hold onto it for support. That way, it’ll be safer, and I won’t have to see parts of you I shouldn’t have to,” Jack suggested, making them both laugh some.

“Sure, I guess that’s fine. I need clean clothes still,”

“Man, you’re really needy tonight, aren’t you?” Jack asked, still laughing.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t mean to be,” Alex replied, sounding embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just messing with you. Stay sitting there and I’ll grab you clean stuff, is there anything specific you want to wear?”

“Um, I think there’s a clean hoodie and pair of sweats on my bed, so that’s fine,” Alex replied, closing his eyes as the world was still spinning.

“Okay, I’ll be back,”

Jack got up and quickly made his way into Alex’s room, and the clothes he’d described were sitting exactly where he’d said they’d be. This impressed Jack, he wouldn’t have been able to remember something like this if he were as messed up as Alex was.

Once he had everything, he went back into the bathroom, where Alex had started getting sick again.

“Man, you’re really messed up,” Jack sympathetically said when Alex finally stopped after a minute.

“You’ve got that right. I think I’m ready to shower,”

Jack helped Alex to his feet, then turned the water on. As it warmed up, Jack helped Alex out of his clothes, doing his best to look away to give Alex some privacy.

“Okay, I think the water is ready. I’m not going to, like, look, or anything, but we have to get you safely into the shower. I’ll look the other way, you grab onto my arm and get in. If you need more help let me know, but let’s try that,”

“Sounds good,”

Alex hugged Jack’s arm, then slowly started to step into the shower, being extra careful around the bathtub’s ledge.

“Okay, I’m in,” Alex said, pulling the curtain shut.

“Cool, just, like, stand under the water for a second, it’ll help you feel better. Let me know when you’re ready to be done,” Jack instructed.

“Will do,”

For the next couple of minutes, Alex stood in front of the stream of water, letting it hit his body. His stomach still really hurt, but he did his best to not think about that so he could enjoy his shower.

“Okay, I think I’m good now,” Alex eventually said, pulling Jack out of the haze he’d gone into.

“Cool, turn the water off, and I’ll pass a towel into there,”

Alex slowly shut the water off, then Jack grabbed the towel off the bar, and handed it to Alex. He wasn’t sure who’s it was, but he figured that Alex wouldn’t care much at this point, he was way too inebriated.

“Okay, I’m dry,” Alex eventually said.

“Alright, here’s the hoodie. Actually, do you want to get dressed in there or out here?”

“It’s kind of wet in here, so maybe out there,”

“Okay, I’ll guide you out, then I’ll turn so you can change,”

Jack held his arm out again and once he felt Alex grab onto it, he slowly guided him onto the bathmat. He heard Alex shuffle around some, he was changing slowly but at least he was able to do it at all.

“I’m dressed,” Alex eventually said.

Jack turned around to see Alex, he was fully dressed, but was leaning against the bathroom wall with his eyes shut and an arm wrapped around his stomach.

“Do you think you’re about to be sick?”

“Not now, but definitely later. It just hurts a lot,”

“Well, let’s get you onto the couch then, I’ll grab a bucket and shit once you’re sitting down,”

Jack guided Alex out of the bathroom and into the living room. Normally, they’d hang out in the basement, but there were no parents, and Jack wasn’t sure that getting Alex down a flight of stairs would be smart, or even possible.

He sat Alex down on the sectional and made sure he had a pillow and blanket before walking into the kitchen. There was a big popcorn bowl on the counter that looked clean, so Jack decided that it would do the trick, so he took it, along with a couple Gatorades back out to Alex.

“You need fluids, so drink this,” Jack said, shoving one of the drinks at Alex.

“No, it won’t stay down,” Alex countered.

“Yeah, probably not, but you need fluids and electrolytes, or whatever the fuck the shit in Gatorade is called. Honestly, you drinking this will make things easier because when you get sick, you’ll actually have something to bring up, it’s worse to have nothing and just bring up bile. Believe me, I’ve been in your position a few times now, I know what I’m talking about,” Jack explained, still holding the drink out in front of Alex.

“Fine, but I’m taking small sips,” Alex replied, cracking the lid open.

“I’ll take that for now. I’ll sit over here so I can still be close by, but you’ll have your space. Also, I’m putting this bowl on your lap, so it’ll be super easy to access if you need to,”

Jack grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the chair on the other side of the room, then got comfortable on the sectional. Once he was settled, he watched Alex take what was the smallest sip of anything he’d ever seen anyone take.

“Alex, you have to drink more than that,”

“It’s going to hurt my stomach,”

“Your stomach is going to hurt as long as all of that booze is in it. I know puking kind of sucks, but it’ll help you feel better, I promise,”

“Do I sound this annoying when I nag you to do the same thing when this is the other way around?” Alex asked, making Jack laugh some.

“You sure do, man. You know that it comes from a place of caring, though. Like, I just want you to get all the alcohol out of your body, because it’ll help you feel better,”

“I know. Thanks for helping me so much, I owe you one,”

“Nah, this is what I owe you from you taking care of me so much,” Jack replied, laughing some.

“I guess we’re even now,” Alex continued, a small smile forming on his face.

“That’s right! I’m glad you had fun for some of the time,”

“Yeah, I definitely did. I don’t think I’ll ever take it this far again, but it was fun for a little bit,”

“That’s fair. Of course, I’ve said that a few times, but never stick with it,”

“True, but I think I will. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sick in my life. Like, this is worse than every flu or stomach bug I’ve ever had,”

“Damn, that’s rough, dude. I mean, you did kind of give yourself alcohol poisoning,”

“Right. Hey, not that I don’t like talking to you, but puking made my throat hurt and it’s making talking hard. Do you think we could put on a movie or something? Until I puke again?” Alex requested, shifting around some.

“Oh yeah, no problem. Anything in particular?”

“Maybe one of the Hangover movies? It seems like it would be fitting right now,” Alex said, making Jack laugh some.

“Sure, we can do that. You have them all On-Demand, right?” Jack asked, turning on the TV.

“Yeah, they’ll all be in there,”

Jack went to the On-Demand library and selected the first movie in the series. He knew he was in for a long night and day after with Alex, but he didn’t mind. Alex was always helping him with stuff like this, Jack was just glad to finally return the favor.  

A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this forever ago and initially wasn't going to post it, but it always makes me laugh whenever I go to reread it, so I changed my mind! I've been writing as much as I can around my work schedule and plan to post more soon! As always, please feel free to send in requests/ideas, I'd love to write what you all want to see! -Liv

#Alex Gaskarth #Jack Barakat #Rian Dawson #Zack Merrick #ATL #all time low #Jalex #jalex fic

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🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager🦊

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: unwanted touching (but reader kicks butt 💅) this is the only one of the series with any warnings

AN: this is the 4th installment of the Team Manager series 🙌🏻 Next week, Fukurodani 🦉

Queue Season 4's Seijoh

Yep I'm saying it

Atsumu is season 4's Oikawa

With worse hair

But we still love him none the less 🥰

Much like Seijoh, Inarizaki didn't have a manager dude to Atsumu and Osamu reasons...

Poor Kita and Aran are just tired

So tired

Queue Miss YN 🙌🏻

Later dubbed the savior of Inarizaki by Suna

Let's get into how you got caught up in this

You transferred to Inarizaki your second year (your parents moved, idk how you ended up here)

You somehow ended up in class with Ginjima

Instantly, he took a liking to you

I mean, girl you're gorgeous 💅🥺

And 👀👀👀

You were completely unbothered by the Miya Twins

Heck you didn't even know who they were!

Girls would talk and giggle about how cute they were while you sat there watching Tik Toks

Literally RAN 🏃‍♂️ to Kita

Kita was very skeptical

They had been through this before

However upon his first meeting with you, his mind was instantly changed

You had been walking through the hallway, the boys volleyball team all gathered around for some reason

Atsumu and Osamu got in a fight

Shocking 😬

Some unknown reason, not important

You are walking down the hallway, when the boys fall in front of your fighting on the ground

You simply look that them and scuff

"🙄😒 grow up"

You step over them, not walk around, YN STEPS OVER THEM

Suna and Ginjima bust out laughing

Akagi, Omimi, and Aran just stare at you

Kita thinks they just found their new team manager

Ginjima escorts you to the gym after class for your managerial trial

Boy are you in for it

Atsumu puts you through the ringer!

Mans teases you and says off the wall comments all practice

Literally will not lay off!

Refuses to take a water bottle from you, purposely makes you run after the ball, doesn't hold the door open for you

Literally he's being a petty bby

Kita is MAD 😠

Aran is trying to save what little chances they have of finally having a manager

Osamu is actually nice to you and simply tells you to ignore his brother

You could really care less

The unbothered energy you display YN 💅

You continue about your tasks, a certain someone not making it easy on you

That is, until you praise everyone but Atsumu

Omimi blocks a spike 👉🏻 praise 🥰

Kita digs a ball 👉🏻 you jump up and down

Akagi keeps a ball in play after a hard spike 👉🏻 you scream his name

Riseki hits any spike 👉🏻 the whole school could hear your shouts of encouragement

Atsumu sends a perfect set leading to an amazing spike 👉🏻 🦗🦗🦗 😶😶

Suna has the whole thing record, you can go back and watch it

This goes on for several practices

Atsumu is getting needy

Mans feeds off praise and YN is the keeper of all the praise

Finally, after an almost flawless practice match, Atsumu blows

"What the heck YN? That toss was perfection! Are ya blind?"

You simply stare at him 😐

Then walk away

Oof YN 😬

Osamu and Suna can not 🤚🏻

Someone rejected Atsumu, quick someone get a camera

Just kidding Suna's on it

The next practice, Atsumu messed up almost all of his sets

This never happens

Panic ensues

You simply roll you eyes 🙄

Walking up to Atsumu, you pat his head and walk away

Instantly the mans perks up

Bad sets? What bad sets? We don't know them 💅

From then on, Atsumu and you developed a sort of truce

Not full fledged besties but a tolerable friendship

Finally the day of the big practice match between Inarizaki and another local team arrives

The team doesn't have a manager so coach asks of you'll help them

Of course you oblidge, helping out where you can

You took your job seriously 😤

You filled water bottles, took notes and helped set up

The other boys 😗

I mean, you were very attractive and very capable

Suddenly more balls would roll in your direction, water bottles emptied faster, they needed help with tosses

Of course you helped, you were sweet and kind to the visiting team 🥰

Inarizaki however 👀

Kita tried to keep you away from the team by having you help run errands

It didn't last

The captain of the rival team seemed to need your attention more

Creep

Akagi and Riseki bounded over to you in the sweetest way, grabbing your attention anyway they could

Atsumu, Suna, Ginjima and Osamu just glared

Literally 😑😑😑😑

The entire warm up 🤦‍♀️

Of course, you were unbothered

The boys were protective of you but you could handle yourself just fine

Miss Manager is a force

So when the teams captain "accidently" touched your behind while you were filling water bottles

You raged and screamed

The boys 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

Kita and the whole gang pull up

There you stand, beating the captain over the head with a full water bottle

"HOW *SMACK* DARE *SMACK* YOU *SMACK*"

Aran and Omimi run to contain you

It took both of them to hold you back 🤚🏻

Atsumu and Osamu are angry boys

They are ready to attack

Kita stops them

The other teams captain is curled up and crying in the corner already

"Serves you right you pervert" you scream

Kita is so proud 🥺

The boys help you back to the gym

They gush over you for the rest of the practice match

All spikes are aimed at the captain

The boys win all the practice matches

After the games, they all treat you to a snack and walk you home

Even through they drive you insane, you adore you fox bbys 😘

#inarizaki x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x manager #inarizaki x y/n #inarizaki x you #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu managers #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x manager #haikyuu x you #miya atsumu #miya osamu #kita shinsuke #suna rinatro #ginjima hitoshi #aran ojiro #manager headcannons

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October prompts — 7. Fezco ; Euphoria

Prompt: ❛ that’s your face? oh, i thought it was a mask. ❜

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It was always “don’t do this, y/n.” “Don’t do that, y/n.” “You shouldn’t do that y/n.” And you always did what you were told making you the goodie two shoes but you’ve had enough this fall season

You were sick of the constant judgements and controlling from your family so you decided to scream fuck it all!

And that’s exactly how you ended up in this predicament right now

“It’s honestly not even that bad, y/n. You kinda look like this badass superhero.” Jules said from behind you, fixing the clip that kept your hair from your face

Rue was beside the both of you tearing up some bag of chips as she looked at you and shrugged, “I’m in no place to say shit about anybody. Your parents and your grandma who looks like that lady from eve’s bayou on the other hand? That’s going to be a problem.”

You let out a sob and buried your head in your hands, careful not to the touch the rest of your face as you sat in front of jules’ vanity

Jules sent rue a look who lifted her shoulders, her hand still stuck in her chip bag. Unsure what to do with these emotions coming from you

“Look, it’ll be fine! One day you’ll look back at this and laugh.” Jules tried to persuade you but you lifted your face to look at her in disbelief

“You may not know this about me but I actually get really embarrassed at the little things: the time my hair turned out like twisted metal the first time I dyed it back in middle school and they called me chuckie finster up until graduation, the time I almost busted my face in front of my crush when I received an award in class, or the time I queefed when I got lemon juice squirted into my eye accidentally at this facial appointment…”

Jules couldn’t help but to laugh at the last one but quickly covered her smile before she gripped your shoulders, “welcome to normal life, y/n shit happens and look you’re still here to tell the story.”

You gently wiped at your tears taking multiple deep breaths slowly figuring that Jules was most definitely right, although you felt like shit right now that didn’t mean you would always feel this way

That’s until Fez came through with a knock on the door before peeking his head in to see that you were all fully clothed before he entered the room, “yo, I’ve been honking the horn for a solid ten minutes. What’s up?”

He gave Rue some dap as he got closer to you and stopped in his tracks, “fuck.”

“Fez!” Jules yelled, “y/n decided to be rebellious and got some piercings and a face tat. Tell her she looks pretty.”

Fez licked his lips glancing at rue before shoving his hands into his pants pocket, “that’s your face? Oh, I thought it was a mask.”

That was enough for you to snatch your things from the vanity and leave the room with Jules calling after you and rue sending a shove to fez’s shoulders

You covered your face as Jules’ father asked if you were okay as you left the house to sit on the stoop. You didn’t want to go home and you didn’t want to walk the streets since you knew most people would be in your face and would have something to say too

It only hurt more to hear fez play on your vulnerabilities. Normally you would joke with anybody especially with fez over stupid shit and he expected you to say something like, “Jules and rue, you better get your fucking friend!” Like you commonly do when fez got on your nerves

But not today

You felt him before he sat down next to you. Fez’s energy was always felt when you were in his space or near and right now you tell he was anxious even tho you could smell the weed on him mixed with his cedar wood scent

“Y/n…my fault I didn’t mean to make you upset. Usually we can mess around with each other like that but I wasn’t aware you even felt bad about what they did to your face.” He drawled on, studying your face underneath the fall night

You huffed, “you thought my face looked like a mask!”

“My bad! It’s just—I’m used to what you look like and this caught me off guard, why would you do that shit? You ain’t even need it.” Fez commented

Folding your arms against your knees you sighed, “nobody needs anything but it was something I wanted to do and now I regret it, thanks.”

Fez pulled a ice pack to hand over to you, “the tatt above your brow is fire but that other shit…you look like your allergic to ‘em but I’m no doctor.”

You took the item wincing as you placed it your lip for a few moments before removing it, “so you don’t think I look pretty?”

“You don’t need validation from me, ma. I liked you better without that shit in your face.”

“Agreed.” You laughed, “I also think I need to take that trip to the emergency room, I haven’t felt right since we left the shop.”

Fez kissed his teeth as he quickly got to his feet pulling out his keys, “c’mon man, I knew something wasn’t right when I saw yo ass.”

“Yeah you basically called me fugly to my face.” You laughed as fez pulled you up

“My apologies.”

The both of you began walking to his pathfinder with you getting into the passenger side with fez resting his arms against the car door to look at you in better lighting

“You want to give me a kiss to make up for dragging me?” You kissed your lips at the ginger boy who ducked from your raw, bleeding, and swollen lip

Fez shook his head, “maybe once you don’t look like will Smith from hitch, I’ll think about it y/n.”

Laughing you gave him the middle finger before he hopped into the driver’s seat letting his hand rest against the horn again

Jules and rue finally made an appearance climbing into the backseat as you searched for some music

“You two kiss and make up?” Rue asked leaning against the top of the front seats, grinning at you two

“I don’t know about fezzy but I don’t kiss and tell.” You winked

“That’s some bullshit. I told her I’m not kissing her at all if she keeps fucking with her face.”

“See how he just lied.”

“Aight, I didn’t say it exactly like that but along those lines—

“So there is a possibility this could happen?” Jules pulled rue back to get your reactions

Fez pulled off from the curb as you rested your head against the headrest

“Fez couldn’t handle me with just one kiss, he’ll want a relationship right after.”

Fez gave you the side eye, “Not if you keep being reckless, I already got those two pain in the asses to deal with. I don’t need your Annie are you okay ass added to the mix.”

You laughed feeling the car spin as you attempted to pet fez’s face but completely missed the blue-eyed man’s face who suddenly eyed you worriedly, “love you too, fezzy.”

You replied before you closed your eyes making fez step harder on the gas

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Continue along with my anthology October prompts here

#euphoria #euphoria hbo #hbo euphoria #fezco #fezco imagine #fezco x reader #fezco x black! reader #something lite on this Sunday evening I probably won’t be writing tomorrow #angus cloud #rue bennett #jules vaughn #october prompts

[agentmaxa]

It’s You and Me (Christen Press X Reader)

Request 1 and 2

A/N: I mixed two requests together, it just felt right.

Sorry for any mistakes, please enjoy.

Y/n stumbled into the first class of the day, with a minute or two left till it started, sitting close to the front without being in the first row.

Getting her laptop out she heard a voice ask, “Is this seat taken?”

Y/n looked up to see a stunning woman, looking awkward hoping Y/n would answer.

Y/n’s jaw was moving without any words coming out but looking away briefly she was able to say, “No, it’s all yours.” Cursing herself for not making a better impression.

“Thanks.”

Y/n wanted to try and save it but when she looked at the side profile of the girl now next to her, she had a feeling of déjà vu.

Instead of paying attention to the professor, Y/n kept pondering why this woman seemed so familiar.

When the class ended, they started packing up, they both stood up at the same time and Y/n found she still had the inability to speak when looking at her.

The girl gave an awkward pause again, waiting for Y/n to start walking first.

“Names’ Y/n, what’s yours beautiful?” They were both shocked at Y/n’s words but the girl answered.

“Christen.” And just like that, something clicked.

“Don’t be so shy Pressy, I thought you’d recognize an old teammate.”

Y/n was now smiling realizing this was one of her U17 teammates.

Christen took a double take, now connecting the dots herself.

“I’ll catch up with you later, gotta head to the auditorium. I’ll see you on the field though ya?”

Christen nodded as Y/n jogged off, still trying to gather herself after what just happened.

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Christen walked onto the field for the tryouts for the team, seeing Y/n and another girl doing a complicated handshake.

Press had spent some time remembering who was at her last camp and she and Y/n had only been acquaintances. Looking at the second girl she recognized Kelley O’Hara.

Chris knew her a little more from the camp but Y/n and Kelley were nearly attached to the hip.

The girls had bright smiles, laughing something silly but then Chris saw Y/n looking over to her and their eyes met.

Y/n grinned, waving at Press. Making Kelley turn, confused until she recognized the woman Y/n was waving at.

“Hey isn’t that the girl that always made you blush?” Kelley asked and Y/n almost looked like she had seen a ghost.

Any louder and Y/n would have died of embarrassment because Press might have heard it.

“A word to her and I’ll smother you in your sleep.” Y/n spoke to Kelley through gritted teeth as Chris was approaching them almost in hearing range.

“Pressy, you remember this pain in the ass don’t you?” Y/n joked, pointing to Kelley.

“It’s hard to forget meeting the real-life thing one and thing two.” Christen matched Y/n’s playfulness, motioning to Kelley and Y/n.

Kelley busted out laughing, patting Y/n on the back. As Y/n tried to hide the blush, hoping Chris wouldn’t remember the nicknames they were given their first camp together.

“Well, we’ll get out of your way, tryouts start in half an hour. Me and Kelloggs will be warming up on the field, feel free to join us once you get ready.”

Chris tried to stifle her laugh at O’Hara’s nickname. While Kelley looked at Y/n like she wanted to murder Y/n.

Y/n nervously laughed, falling into a dead sprint as Kelley chased her.

They went across the field, Kelley finally managing to tackle Y/n to the turf, pinning Y/n down. Kelley showed no mercy as she started to tickle Y/n.

As Chris watched the pair she felt like she should be smiling but there was a small pit in her stomach. Brushing it off as nerves for tryouts, Chris leaves to get ready.

When Kelley was satisfied with Y/n’s punishment she got up and helped Y/n up. Y/n looked back at where Chris was.

“Someone’s got it bad.” Kelley’s teasing tone made Y/n roll her eyes.

“Come on we need to start warming up.”

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It had been a few days since the last day of tryouts for the team, Kelley and Y/n were doing laps in the pool, in the rec center when Y/n saw Press walking in.

“Hey Pressy.” Y/n called out to Press. Swimming to the edge of the pool, resting her arms on the ledge.

Christen looked for the voice and smiled when she was Y/n.

“Congrats on a spot on the team, Pressy.”

“Same to you, Y/n.”

“I feel a little left out here, I made the team too.” Kelley teased the two women.

Y/n used her hand to push back O’Hara, making Christen chuckle.

“Anyways, join us for a little swim? It’s getting a little boring lapping Kelley.”

“I got to get the psychology paper done tonight.”

“The one due in at the end of the week?”

Chris and Y/n had the same psychology class, it was the first class they reunited in.

“Yeah, that one.” Chris hesitantly, hoping neither of them would make fun of her for it.

“Yeah I should probably do part of that one too.” Y/n sighed not thrilled about writing nonsense.

Then Y/n suddenly smiled. “Hey if you do a couple laps with me I’ll help you with the paper later. I got to work on mine, too.”

“Are you just trying to get both of us to procrastinate on the paper?”

“Maybe. And technically we’re working out so we’re putting energy into training. So no we’re not just procrastinating. We’re productively procrastinating.”

Press giggled at the cute explanation, being tempted.

“Okay, let me get my things, I’ll be back.”

Y/n watched Press walk away with a smile, Kelley swimming next to Y/n.

“Well, at least she didn’t run away.”

“Oh shut it.”

-----

Press and Y/n sat next to each other in psychology again as the professor started to wrap up the lesson.

Everyone putting their books away the professor decided to give a warning for the next assignment.

“I suggest you all start to get to know each other or at least find someone you can exist with, in this class because there is going to be a partner project. Class dismissed.”

Y/n and Christen left like normal, walking back to their dorm building, they were exhausted from the training and classes.

Chris just followed Y/n flopping onto the bed, same as Y/n.

This had become a thing the two players did, often falling asleep next to each other. Chris even laid on top of Y/n a few times. But neither of them complained.

“I guess you’re my partner then.”

Chris was caught off guard by Y/n and she gave Y/n a confused look.

“For the psychology class. Everyone probably already has one.”

Press hummed in agreement, “I mean we already follow each other around. Our schedules are pretty compatible. Plus you’re super comfortable.”

Press moved slightly to rest her body on Y/n’s, making them face-to-face.

Even though they were both fighting to keep their eyes open, Y/n took a moment to appreciate Christen’s beauty. Light and natural makeup, the outfit Chris chose complimenting her in every way, her hair free flowing.

Y/n brushed some of Chris’s hair behind her ear, brushing her thumb against Christen’s cheek.

And before either of them could process what was happening, their lips pressed together in a sweet kiss.

When they pulled away, they kept their eyes closed for a few moments before slowly opening them. Chris didn’t maintain eye contact with Y/n very long as she buried her head in Y/n’s neck.

Y/n’s voice was barely above a whisper, “Should we talk about that?”

“After a nap.”

“Okay.”

-----

Chris and Y/n laid on the bed, in Kelley's room as the team gathered for team bonding.

"Hey, you guys took almost two years to tell me you’re in a relationship but with them it's the first thing you tell them?!"

Kelley was currently offended at the fact that Christen and Y/n had told the national team something that the defender needed to piece together herself to find out.

"Well at least you get the honor of knowing first, Kels." Y/n mumbled.

"So that was your guy's first kiss?"

Ashlyn asked a little surprised, she remembered kissing Ali for the first time and it was breathtaking but she was so nervous about it.

"Yeah, we took it slow from there and here we are, I guess." Chris answered Ash.

“Didn’t matter to me, I have my angel.” Y/n kissed Christen’s forehead while Chris blushed.

"Don't worry at least their first time in the sheets is actually interesting."

Kelley nonchalantly mentioned while the two people started going red-faced for different reasons. The rest of the team was in shock.

"Kelley Maureen O'Hara! I don't know what you know but say one more thing and I'll kick your ass into next week." Kelley shut up quickly, pretending to zip up her mouth and throw away the key.

Kelley knew how many clubs Y/n took part in during high school and college that involved fighting or athletics, so it was a genuine fear running through her.

While Y/n was striking fear into Kelley, Christen's mind began to wander back to that night.

-----

Y/n walked into the dorm room angry, tempted to close the door before Chris could follow.

"Why are you so caught up with this Chris, why don't you get it?!"

"I'm sorry but maybe telling your girlfriend you plan on traveling around the world solo isn't the best thing to casually mention during a game of truth or dare!"

"I'm sorry I tell you everything else and this just happen to slip, I'm starting to think I shouldn't have said anything! I thought Kelley was right, we're always so mature!"

Chris didn't even try to respond, smashing their lips together. Pushing Y/n against a wall. The kiss deepened before both of them needed to split for air.

"Chris we need to talk through this." Y/n was trying to be the voice of reason before they did something they might regret.

"Let's be fucking reckless teenagers for once, Y/n."

Y/n didn't wait any longer, switching their places, Chris wrapping her legs around Y/n's waist. Their lips met again in a searing kiss.

Ignoring the rest of the world, they become lost in each other.

-----

Christen smiled at the picture of her mom and Y/n working in the kitchen during Thanksgiving.

Then the next one was with Y/n’s nieces and nephews during Halloween all dressed up in their costumes with Press holding one of the babies.

The next one was the last Christmas she got to spend with her mom, everyone inside, around the tree, smiling.

It had been about two years since her passing and Christen doesn’t think she’ll ever get over it.

Press took a deep breath to stop the tears, closing her phone and Insta to see Y/n walking into the room with two cups of hot chocolate.

“Thanks baby.” Y/n only softly hummed as a reply, too nervous to say anything.

“Looking at photos again?”

“Yeah, I still miss her.”

“I know.” Y/n had taken a moment to let silence fill the room then continued,

“I also know how strong of a woman she was, and how fantastic she was as a mother. And I’ve heard of this little thing, ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.’ Chris.”

Christen felt a small blush from Y/n’s compliment, putting the mug down. Y/n doing the same.

“Christen... I know with everything happening in the world and in our lives, it’s a lot right now but I want to make a promise to you. Just maybe so we know we always have each other. The point is,”

Y/n tried for the last time to stop the nerves, getting off the couch and kneeling in front of Christen.

Pulling out a simple but elegant ring, Y/n looked at Chris and asked,

“Will you marry me Christen Press?”

Christen had a hand over her mouth, her eyes tearing up.

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you Y/n.”

Y/n quickly slipped the ring on Press’s finger, kissing passionately.

Even after the kiss ended, they kept their foreheads together, eyes closed.

-----

The team was gathered in the dining hall, Press and Y/n walking in while the children burst out laughing, sitting at their table.

The two just ignored them, thinking it was normal behavior at this point.

“Pressy! L/n!”

The two look over at Kelley, “I think the fans are more than convinced you two are together. You guys drop any more hints, the people who don’t get it are the same people who think the earth is flat.”

Y/n and Chris didn’t really care, getting their food before sitting down.

“Doesn’t bother me. What about you, Angel?”

“Same here, although it would be a shame if they didn’t catch on. Especially now.”

Y/n and Chris gave each other a look, already having guesses on the first person that’s going to notice the ring on Christen’s finger.

“What are you two up to?” Kelley asked, sitting across from the two. Ali was sitting next to Christen and Y/n was next to Alex.

“You’re going crazy Kels.”

“You son of a gun, L/n! Press and L/n are getting hitched!”

A chorus of confusion was suddenly directed to Y/n and Chris as Ashlyn shouted those words. Everyone was looking at both of their left hands until they saw the ring on Press.

Y/n gave a smug look to Christen who did a small eye roll while grinning. Y/n had won on who was going to notice the ring first.

With a small peck on the lips, Y/n asked “Still not regretting it, Angel?”

“Maybe we should have kept it secret for one more night.”

-----

Scrolling through social media it was not hard to know about the announcement about Angel City or that Christen Press was the first player to be signed there.

Y/n was proud of Christen but unfortunately it had to be kept secret that Y/n was the second player to be signed to Angel City.

And that wasn’t even on Y/n’s brain right now though, looking in the mirror Y/n still couldn’t believe Christen Press would be her wife.

Y/n was barely thinking clearly as Kelley came in to see if Y/n was ready.

“Hey, they’re about ready for you, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, let’s get going.”

Y/n wasn’t really able to process anything just that it felt like it was impossible to breathe when Christen started walking towards Y/n.

Christen’s dad was leading her, handing her off to Y/n, “Take care of her and love her, Y/n.”

“With all that I am, sir. I promise.”

Press took Y/n’s hands with her own, it seemed like they could stop smiling at each other.

And then it was time to exchange vows.

“Christen since the moment I met you I knew you were the most stunning human being I had ever met. Even at our first camp, I was so sure you were out of my league, I still am but hey let’s not dwell on it too much, okay?”

The crowd chuckled. Christen did the same before Y/n continued.

“And our first cap we connected on the field, it was amazing. And every game after today will be that much better because I can call you my wife.”

The crowd aww’ed, Y/n deciding to tell everyone here and now, “And when you go off to Angel City, I will be there for you every step of the way. Because I quite literately be on the same field as you Chris.”

It took a moment before Christen’s smile became brighter, with a small look of shock when she realized what Y/n was implying.

“So as we head to LA together, our story will continue as well.”

“Y/n if you make me cry.” Y/n just smiled at Christen’s threat as everyone laughed.

Then Christen started with her vows.

“Y/n, you’ve amazed me since day one of meeting you, aspiring me to be better. Mainly so I could beat you on the field but that’s beside the point.”

Y/n let out a good laugh, like many of the guests, before Chris went on.

“You’ve also been with me through thick and thin already. Certain of me when I didn’t even know what to do. My rock in my dark hours. And as much as I want to go on and on, I really want to become your wife as soon as I can.”

Christen and Y/n joined hands.

Minister Syd asked, “Christen, do you take Y/n as your beloved, in front of these witnesses, and promise to stay by Y/n’s side through sickness and health, joy and sorrow, so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Y/n, will you take Christen as your cherished beloved, in front of these witnesses, and promise to stay by Christen’s side through sickness and health, joy and sorrow, so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“May I ask for the rings now.” Kelley handed Christen the one she’d give to Y/n while Tobin gave the ring to Y/n for Christen.

“Now, please repeat after me...”

“I, Y/n, give you, Christen this ring as a symbol of my enduring love. Just as the circle of the ring completes itself, so you complete me.”

I, Christen, give you, Y/n this ring as a symbol of my enduring love. Just as the circle of the ring completes itself, so you complete me.”

Syd continued, “Christen and R, by the power vested in me by the gays, I am pleased to pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Y/n and Christen’s lips meet after being apart for too long, they both wished it lasted longer, but they had to keep in mind the guests that were with them.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, I now have the honor of presenting for the first time Mrs. and Mrs. Press-L/n!”

#christen press imagine #christen press imagines #christen press x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

[kkusuka]

HQ Middle blocker kinks <3

@xxxxtanaxxxx​ request  hq kinks but middle blocker version please 🥺

I'm gonna be honest i wasn't gonna do this buuut here it is 

i have a setter one in the works and here is the ace version!

here is the setter version <3

Characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

Mentioned female anatomy, but mostly gn

content warning: consensual non-con, humiliation, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurisms, degradation, bondage, sex toys, cockwarming, edging, soft priamal/prey, mentions of house break-ins, pegging, size kink, overuse of the word Daddy, face fucking, hickeys

i think thats all? 

buckle up, this is gonna be looooong.

Tsukishima Kei

Degradation

This is a given, my mans has a mouth on him, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

He says the most vulgar things in your ears (and you love it)

His nickname for you is Cum-dump, and he calls you that so much that you’ve started to respond to it. “Hey, Cum-dump! Come here” “ok Tsukki”

And when he’s cumming? A slew of insults just come out

“You whore, oh, you fucking cum-slut, you’d let anyone do this to you won't you”

And it's not limited to this!

“You're just a hole”

“You only exist for me to fuck, Right? You're just a glorified fleshlight”

“You're only good for sucking my cock”

“I should just leave you chained to the wall so I can fuck you anytime I want, that's all you're good at so you should love it”

It won’t even be only during sex

You could literally be just studying with him and he’ll just lean over and say “ you want to be fucked right now don't you? In front of all these people, I bet you’d love it Cum-dump”

Humiliation

Goes with a dirty mouth

He’ll flip your skirt while walking in front of groups of other students

He purposely sucks hickeys where your uniform does not cover and then laughs at you because you're just such a slut.

One of his favorite things to do is have you wear a vibrator in school, only on days where you have to do something in front of the class

No worries he has the remote and turns it alllllll the way up during the middle of your presentation, you just look so cute all red!

He’ll make it better!!

You can cum in front of the class, let everyone know how much of a whore you are!

Purposeful neglect

He wants you so horny you can’t think

If that means not giving you attention for FIVE DAYS so be it.

No touching yourself and if he finds out you did he’ll ignore you for longer and you don’t want that do you?

You will wait for him to touch you.

He’ll also just ignore you.

No begging, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to hear it.

Don't touch him, stop being a brat or you won’t get off for a whole week.

Bondage

It's all about control <3

Having you tied up and immobile is the best way to show how little you are.

He’ll tie you up and put you on the couch with a vibrator and just watch movies, unable to rock your hips

This seems cruel but he’ll tie your hands up and make you eat dinner with just your mouth <3

He’ll make you watch tv with a ball gag in

He’ll have a riding crop in his hands when you study and he’ll hit your little clit/silt with it every time you get a question wrong

Kuroo Tetsuro

Pet names

Literally any kind o endearment, but mainly switches between Kitten and Baby Girl/Boy(i am swooning right now)

He WILL call you these in front of people and out loud in public

He’s called you them in front of your parents in front of Kenma in the middle of the grocery store.

So you're wondering, why does that matter? People do that all the time!

Well, he calls you them so you remember how he completely ruined your little body and how his cum is still dripping out of you <3

And its cannon that he has a sexy voice, and it drops and gets deeper when he calls you them.

Thigh highs

It doesn't matter in you have the biggest thighs ever or just a bone, if you wear any kind of thigh highs (bonus points for Cat ones) he will be ready to bust a nut

It's not only him that gets off on them, especially when he takes them off

He’ll climb over you and use his teeth to pull them down to your feet and he’ll kiss and bite his way back up to do the other one.

He also will sometimes leave them on to rail you into your bed, when this happens he puts your legs over your shoulders and squishes his head between them.

(kuroo loves thighs, and that's that)

Caregiver

He's taken care of Kenma all his life, and you bet your ass he’ll do it for you

This means he gives the best aftercare you could imagine, I’m talking bubble baths

He’ll cook for you in nothing but an apron, and he’ll tease you when you get all flushed and cute!

You had a bad day? He’ll eat you out for hours until you’re all cuddly and tired.

He’ll fuck you slow where you need it and he’ll kiss all the pain away <3

He just loves having you dependent on him makes him so happy and thankful to have you!

Threesomes

Mainly for Kenma, but he let bokuto have a turn and even convinced Tsikki to give it a try!

He really just wants to show off that you’re his what better way to show you off then let some of them get a taste of something they’d never have.

Favorite position for this? Split roasting/ Eiffel towering

He's the one who you're sucking on, and he’s so far down your throat making him suck you deeper and deeper until you’re drooling all over his balls like a good Kitten

Whoever he sharing you with would be in you following whatever Kuroo tells them to do

Rub your clit? Yes Sir.

Faster. Yup

Slowdown Kittens being bad so she doesn't get to get off <3

Suna Rinatro

Purposeful neglect

Just like Tsukki, he wants you hot and bothered all the time

He will just sit around and scroll on his phone while you’re whining :(

Just let him watch this video and he’ll get you off!

Will never tell you but you just look so cute, all needy and horny for him.

Sometimes he’ll slip you a libido pill and just watch the world burn.

He will wait until you have ruined whatever shorts you’re wearing (and he’ll take them) and THEN he will help his poor needy baby

Cockwarming

Almost every time he games, he puts you on his dick

you already know it’s happening when he takes the controller out

He says it's because he doesn't want to “leave you out”

No moving on him though, if you8 move it could distract him and you do not want him to lose, losing means being pounded into the floor until you can't think, then being ignored the rest of the day “horny sluts can sit on the floor until they need to be used”.

But if all goes well, he’ll go soft in between rounds and will suck on your neck and will let you cuddle into him during the rounds

But when Suna if feeling a bit more adventurous he will put his headset on you and fuck you with all of his friends listening

And if that's not bad enough they all clearly know what’s happening id Osamus soft coo’s and Gin’s little comments (but it's not like they want it to stop anyway)

Edging

Will literally just do this out of nowhere

You thought you were finally gonna cum, then nothing

HE WILL just do things for hours to see you cry and begging or him to just let you cum

He’ll stick four fingers in you and bring you to your climax and just leave you on the edge

He won't even have a reason, you were being good, you let him play his game and he does this?

Que pouty bby

Video/Photography

We all saw this coming-

But he takes it a step further than just having a photo collection of you

He has a personal private story with just you in it where he put videos of you riding him or sucking his dick fo you to “see how slutty you are”

 that's not even it,  he sends you a picture of you naked in the middle of work, with no shame either

Thus one time you were showing a coworker a shirt you had bought and he texted you and the picture showed up. It was awkward for the next few days.

But these don't even compare to how he has an entire Instagram account (private of course) of your nodes and videos of the two of you fucking.

One extra little thing is that you both watch porn together for ideas.

Satori Tendou

(i could make him a post of his own-so so many kinks for Satori)

Humiliation (mentions of pee)

This can range from calling you names to making you touch yourself in public

He’s called you a pillow princess in the middle of class, in front of your teacher

It had gotten so bad they Ushijima had to ask what a “cum-dumpster was” because Satori had called you that in front of the team.

He doesn't even introduce you as his S/O, hw=e would call you an escort or that you were just his personal fuck toy.

This kink goes so far that when you were on a double date with Semi, under the table Tendo had his hand literally in your pants.

**One of his favorite things is to make you hold your pee in until you are almost peeing yourself, isn't that embarrassing that you're a grown adult who’s about to wet yourself?

Overstimulation

He wants to see you a complete mess all over him

The main goal of all of this is to make you squirt or begin to have dry orgasms

He will not stop until he’s happy or you say your safe word (which is rare)

One orgasm just isn't enough for him :/

And it's a big boost of confidence for him!

he‘s proud to know he can make you cum so much you cant even think!

Dacryphilia

This AND overstim?

Good luck

He can't even explain why it turns him on so much.

You just look so beautiful with tears streaming down your face all fucked out

It always hits him at the worst times too, you crying over a bad grade? A pretty tear falling over your soft cheeks. Hard.

Just watched a sad movie, he’s ready to pound you into the couch.

Anal

Oh ho ho

This can be one of two things, he does it because it feels good

OR

He does it as punishment

That means no lube

No adjusting to his dick

And no extra pleasure to help you get off

He’s so mean </3

Taichi Kawanishi

This man screams pornstar

Public sex

This man is unstable

You could just be walking in public and he just decides he wants to fuck.

Who are you to stop him?

Just let him get this out real quick you can shop later.

Exhibitionism

The thought of being in the open? This man loves it

And you don't really have a choice but to love it

Every time you go to the beach he just has his dick in you, in the ocean sitting in his lap while eating lunch

He doesn't even care who sees

Children? Who cares, look away or whatever

Getting caught

It doesn't even matter who it is

If someone walks in when you're doing it he’s cumming

It's just hot

He doesn't need to explain it to you

he also makes u take nudes and had them as his homescreen for a while

Issei Matsukawa

I’d let this man kill me-

Leather/ latex

LEATHER GLOVES

He wears them when he fingers you so he can make fun of how wet you made them.

He dresses you up in these pretty little pastel dresses (gender to heel, he doesn't care, you look hot weather your a boy, girl, or not) and he wears all black (goth daddy Mattsun) and his gloves to fuck you in his leather-covered fist.

That's not even it

He has an entire bin of different colored chokers and leashes just for his pretty baby

Along with that, he has a shelf of latex thigh highs for you to wear and even has an entire outfit for you to wear and show off to him.

Ddlg/b/n-Lifestyle

This is why he has a lot of things that you wear!

He loves to take care of you all the time!

He loves to make his baby food and love to watch movies with you

And you love him so much too!

You would do anything for Daddy!

And he takes you shopping and to restaurants, and if you want literally anything big or small all you have to do is look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a “Daddy, please!!” and boom his credit card is already out.

Size kink

Big dick Mattsun-

This all comes back to the fact that you are so beautiful

And big dick little hole, who doesn't love that??

He sure does, don't worry though he always makes sure to prep you

Except if it's punishment- he doesn't like it he swears! He’d never want to hurt you!

And you’d believe it until your crying on his cock and it throbs ://

But if it still hurts, and it does, he’ll let you go your pace and sink all the way down onto his cock<3

Fun fact the first time he went into your ass he tried to with no lube and you couldn't sit for DAYS

Voyeurism (receiving)

Makki Makki Makki

I would say he was into Cuckolding but its always him doing the watching while Issei fucks you

And Makki loves it too if his constant praises and coo’s said anything about it.

And Mattsun just gets off on the fact his best friend is watching something he’ll (maybe if you're not into it) never fully have

Mattsun also likes having you tied up an watching him fuck a fleshlight of just jerking off

You look so pathetic :)

extra for big dick mattsun, he Shows all of his friends <3

I am a whore for the Seijoh 4

You bet Makki has an entire folder of pic of you, whether they are of you dripping cum or just with your legs open.

Even if he says he doesn't save them, you know Iwa has gotten off you a recording of you moaning and asking for Daddy’s cock

And Oikawa is always asking for more (the little manwhore), he says they are “references” for him, liar, he jerks off to them in his bathroom.

Takanobu Aone

It's always the quiet ones-

I just gotta get these first two out-

Consensual non-con

I can just TELL he like to pretend to break into your house

Pretend you're so scared and you don't like it

Tying you up and listening to your little cries, awwwwweeee

You were just too pretty to ignore

Just let him have a taste, stop crying he knows you want it just as much as he does

Primal/prey

He wants to feel like he earned his reward

A perfect little trophy for him to use as a toy

His dick in your tiny dripping hole is all the reward he needs

It's like you're a pretty innocent bunny and he’s a big fox just waiting for the right time to strike :)

Soft sex/ praise

I know what I said up there

But none of that means he doesn't love just setting you down on the bed with candles and rose petals and just making love

Soft music in the background and worshipping every inch of your skin

You need to be vocal though!

Tell him how pretty he is when he cums, and how perfectly his dick fits in your hole!

Tell him how soft he looks and how he is making your nipples feel like heaven.

Aftercare- bc I am also soft for aone and he is a good guy

Bubble baths and chocolate

Movies and cuddling

All of this makes him so glad that he found you

Especially when you cuddle into him all sleepily and tired.

Shoyo Hinata

oh he is so pretty-

Mutual masturbation

It's the perfect way to experience pleasure

He can see you in all your glory

All of the faces he sometimes misses when he’s fucking you!

He also learns from it!

He sees the angle your fingers go to hit that sweet spot so the next time he’s in you he knows where to aim!

(he is so precious-)

Pegging

You wanted to try it so he almost immediately agreed-

But it felt good!

The two of you reserved what one you wanted so the one he picked was almost made for him.

Plus, you look ridiculously good with the strap on-

And he voices that as much as he can!

And sometimes when he rides the strap he just watches it going in and out and in and out

(you also think this is SUPER hot but won't tell him :/)

Riding

It doesn't matter if it's you or him

Watching you fall apart on his cock without him doing a thing makes him cum harder than anything

Sometimes he gets so excited that he comes before you and makes you stay there until he’s hard again, which doesn't take long at all.

when it's him?

he’ll go for hours just to hear you tell him how good he is and how pretty he looks

Lingerie

Especially pastel babydolls

But nothing you wear could ever make you look bad in his eyes

Ok he likes it when you keep the lingerie on too like he’s fucking you and you till have a little nightgown/crop top on

Lord he will BUUUUUUSSSTTT

Lev Haiba

Size kink

Unintentionally too

He didn't even know it, but he did know that he liked that you were so much smaller than him.

He likes to put your hand to him and just look at the difference and before he knew it he was painfully hard

On the occasion, he makes fun of you saying his dick is just too big for you and you can't handle it, but then you get on your knees and he shuts up real quick

Praise kink

A given

He wants to know how good he makes you feel at all times

It doesn't have to be words either!

loud moans explanations of pleasure all drive him to move faster and faster!

Even yelling “oh god!” gets him off

He makes you feel that good huh?

Wall sex

Just playing on the size kink thing

He loves to just pick you up and fuck with reckless abandon

Gets a way better angle too- bet you didn't think he would realize that

He also likes to watch the combination of your juices drip to the floor-

Shugo Meian (MSBY captain)

Sexiest team-

Daddy/ Captain kink

Just look at him, he screams Daddy louder than you do when he’s fucking you

He takes pride in being Captain meaning he’ll fuck you for hour if the word even falls from your lips

And yes you have said it (daddy) front of the team and he did get hard, and the both of you did fuck in the locker room of the gym for an hour before you got kicked out

Even in arguments you better call him daddy, he will stop and fuck you into the ground for it

Angry or not you WILL use his title

Spanking

Will threaten you with this almost everyday

He just uses it as an excuse to touch your ass

He makes you count after each one and makes you thank him

It would look a bit like this

“Five! Thank you Daddy!” “Good Baby, five more”

But that doesn’t mean when you really deserve it that he won't unleash the wrath of god onto your poor ass

But after he’ll kiss it all better and Daddy will reward you for taking your punishment well

Controlled orgasms

By this i mean that you wont cum unless he says so

And you have to ask

Aka “Daddy please let me cum, I really want to”

And depending on what he’s feeling maybe you’ll get to cum then

And if not you’ll have to wait like a good Girl/Boy and cum when he does, which could late literally forever.

but its better than disobeying his orders, which could lead to him completely pulling out and just jerking off to cum on you :((

Deepthroating/ Face Fucking

Nothing is better to him than coming home to you on your knees and mouth open and ready

But when he’s all pent up from practice and he sees you?

Rip your throat, you aren't talking for a few days

He’ll literally fuck your face no question

He’ll put his dick so far down your throat you could feel it in your stomach

Yutaro Kindaichi

Hate sex 

He just makes everyone angry

And he gets off on it

You look so fucking delectable all red faced and angry

Makes him want to just slam into right then and there

Dom/Sub

Clearly he wants to be in control

Controlling someone is just such a  turn-on for him

Looking all pretty doing exactly what he wanted you too <3

Hickeys 

Wants to show off that you are his 

What better way than marking up your neck with pretty bruises

Plus he likes how you get all shy when people look at them 

#haikyuu smut #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #tendo satori #tendo x reader #tendou satori #tendou x reader #taichi kawanishi #kawanishi x reader #taichi x reader #issei matsukawa #matsukawa smut #matsukawa x reader #mattsun #aone takanobu #aone x reader #shoyo hinata #hinata x reader #lev haiba #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #shugo meian #meian x reader #shugo x reader #kindaichi yuutarou #kindaichi x reader

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detention. [tartaglia x reader]

prompt: high school delinquent tartaglia w/ student council president reader pairing: childe/tartaglia x f!reader word count: 2.1k warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, (very little) blood, childe enjoying fighting other people like always, but overall very lighthearted! a/n: bye i got carried away with this one, this is certainly not a short scenario lol. part of my 900 follower event!

“you’re in here?” an all-too-familiar voice says incredulously, causing you to cringe. you look up from the homework in front of you and make eye contact with the incredibly smug ginger-haired boy who leans in the entrance of the classroom, ocean-blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

“it’s no surprise that you would be here,” you retort, before going back to your schoolwork. you furrow your eyebrows as you hear his footsteps approach you and bite back a sigh as he chooses the seat directly next to you. he drags the chair out from underneath his chosen desk noisily across the linoleum floor and you take a deep breath as you hear its metal legs groan against the dilapidated flooring.

“so,” the boy persists, sitting down in his chair backwards and leaning forward on the backrest, looking over at you. “how’d the princess end up in detention?”

“shouldn’t you be using this time to do homework?” you deflect and he genuinely laughs, as if the thought was preposterous for you to suggest.

“sorry, sweetheart, i don’t exactly have…” he pauses, before turning the worksheet underneath your palms towards him and sliding it to the edge of your desk. “what the hell even is this? this is definitely some alien language.”

“it’s multivariable calculus,” you explain and look over at him with a stoic expression, only to see his eyes widen and a smirk form on his face.

“you know how to do that shit?” he breathes in awe, folding his arms on the backrest of the chair. he lets out a huff of amusement as you grumpily move the paper back to its original position. “that’s kind of hot.”

you rip your gaze from him and stare at the paper in front of you, doing your best to ignore his comments. your eyes instinctively widen a bit in shock and you feel heat rise to your face and childe lets out a soft laugh in response.

“ajax,” you begin in an attempt to collect yourself. “some of us actually desire to pass our classes.” your voice is level as you brush off his flirtations, but you feel your heart beating wildly. the boy, childe, knew how to flirt with you just as well as he knew how to annoy you.

“ah, princess,” the boy chuckles, his voice dropping low with condescension. “it’s tartaglia. you’re asking for trouble when you call me that~.” he’s amused at your words, leaning in closer to you.

“i’m not calling you by your dumb soundcloud rapper name,” you insist as you attempt to focus on finding the surface area of some hyperboloid given by the equation on the worksheet before you. the noise of your mechanical pencil scratching at the paper in front of you fills the air between the two of you as childe stares at you in shock, before letting out a sharp laugh.

“you’re adorable,” he confesses, but you simply huff in displeasure and lean in closer to your worksheet, trying to block him out. “for real though, how’d such an insouciant girl like you end up in here?”

you choose to ignore him, before you process his words and look at him in confusion. “w... what do you think insouciant means?” you almost sound aghast at his words and childe shrugs in response.

“hm,” he responds, as if he’s actually pondering, before a smile returns to his face. “don’t know, don’t care~. guess i used it wrong, huh?”

“yes.” you respond, but before you can continue your work, ajax reaches over and snatches the mechanical pencil out of your hand.

“answer the question and i’ll leave you alone,” he says, holding the pencil out of your reach as you fruitlessly try to grab it back.

“fine,” you respond bitterly. “i punched someone in the face.”

you glance at him and watch his eyes widen, a grin spreading over his face.

“holy shit, that’s so hot. i never thought you’d do something like that. jeez.” his face flushes with excitement as he leans forward, unceremoniously dropping the pencil in front of him. his words are excited and you suddenly wish you had lied and told him you were late to class. “so, like, did they ask you one too many times for homework answers? were you stopping them from trying to take your president seat? did they beat your score on the last chem test? there’s so many possibilities…”

he sighs almost dreamily. you grab your freshly retrieved pencil far too tightly in irritation and return to the paper before you. “no,” you respond, your voice uncharacteristically sharper than the usual tone of distaste you held towards childe. his smile suddenly drops, noticing that the air between the two of you had turned from slight irritation to full, seething anger. his eyebrows furrow in concern.

“princess,” he says lowly, words cautious. “why’d you punch someone?” his words are authoritative, but you knew that if you said you didn’t want to talk about it, he’d find a way to drop the topic. plus, he’d probably find out eventually. the event had happened in a busy hallway after all and you were the refined student council president who had never broken a rule before in her life.

you let out a sigh of defeat, closing your eyes briefly, before turning in your chair to face ajax. his cerulean irises pierce into yours with a seriousness you had never seen before and you decide that maybe, despite all of the ways he annoys you and makes your heart beat faster, you can trust him. after all, he’s always kept all of his promises to you, throughout all the times he’s stopped to pester you whenever he saw you, whether it be in the hallway, in class, or outside of school.

“okay,” you begin, letting out a nervous huff of air, running your palms across your thighs in a comforting motion. “i... punched a guy who… wouldn’t take no for an answer. he crossed a few boundaries and… got a fist to the face because of it.”

your friends had always complained about how childe was bad news, constantly running into trouble with others and winding up in detention half the time because of it. if you had counted correctly, he had been suspended twice for reasons you hadn’t bothered to ask about, because in your eyes, the boy was no more than a harmless pest, always smiling, cheerful, and persistent in trying to flirt with you and in trying to become your friend. despite your half hearted attempts to shoo him away, ajax would always bounce back and increase his flirtations, never failing to make your heart beat faster.

but now, as you watched his fists clench on his thighs, his knuckles turning white and his fingernails digging sharply into his skin, you realize that the ajax you had experienced was a far cry from what most people experienced. his expression looks murderous and you realize that maybe he had actually earned the fearsome nickname of tartaglia. you suddenly appreciate the fact that you weren’t on the delinquent’s bad side, because the rage that swirls in his baby blues makes your blood run cold. it also makes your heart beat faster, but not in fear.

you silently question why you were finding tartaglia’s attractive. such a reaction was a massive red flag, but you figured you could probably use it to decorate your walls, splay it across the length of your bed, and stare at it in admiration. you begin to ponder what other decorations you could use in your bedroom, including a six foot tall redhead with the clearest blue eyes you had ever seen, but childe’s words snap you out of your reverie.

“who did it?” his words are steely and foreboding, uttered in a lower tone than you’ve ever heard him speak with. normal people were of the mind that snitches get stitches, but luckily, you were a goody-two-shoes who loved to rat on everyone. you smile giddily, cheeks warm from admiring the rage that churned within the man before you, and part your lips to respond. however, the trill of the end of day bell interrupts the two of you, signaling the beginning of detention.

childe lets out a huff of contempt and interrupts you before you can once again try to say the words. “yeah, okay, whatever, don’t worry about it. just... work on your homework or something.” he says dismissively and you’re briefly confused until you see him whip out a textbook.

holy shit, he actually goes to class? you wonder, before seeing him flip open the pages, put the book in his lap, then nestle his cell phone with in the pages in a haphazard attempt to seem like he is studying. you watch briefly as his fingers fly across the touchscreen and his thumbs type out an angry message to some person you couldn’t see the contact name of.

the teacher at the front of the room commands your attention and you pay attention to their words before returning to your homework, only bothering to glance over at him every few minutes. his position remains unchanged for the rest of the detention session, furiously typing nearly the entire time.

when detention ends, he leaves wordlessly. rather than pestering you to accompany him somewhere, he simply slams his textbook shut, tosses it hastily in his backpack, and storms out of the room without making eye contact with you.

---

school begins the next day and you are standing at your locker and grabbing your textbooks when a familiar, chipper voice interrupts you. 

“heya, princess!” he greets, peering around the metal door of your locker. 

“hey,” you respond unamused, before turning to look at him and ask him what he wants, but the sight of the boy causes you to freeze in your tracks. his eye is mottled with purple, yellow, and blue bruises and his bottom lip is busted open. his hair is disheveled and there’s a proud look in his eye as he smiles at you, before wincing at the action as his lip begins to bleed once more.

“what happened to you?” you ask incredulously before turning to rifle through your backpack for a tissue to give to ajax.

“ah,” childe responds in a mischievous tone. “let’s just say you won’t have to worry about a certain problem anymore.”

“you’re still here,” you instinctively respond as your fingers finally grasp the packet of tissues in your backpack. upon actually digesting his words, you nearly drop the tissues before hastily pulling one out of the packet and holding it out to him. “wait, what? did you fight him?” you stare at him with eyes blown wide open and he smugly smiles at you in response before cheekily taking the tissue from your hands and wiping the blood off his chin.

“yep!” his voice is far too cheerful for the situation at hand, but you can’t help but crack a smile at his words. “a knight always has to protect his princess.”

your face flushes with heat and you instinctively look away from him, unsure of what to make of such a bold flirtation. you let out a nervous giggle, taken aback by him being so forward about literally beating the shit out of a guy on your behalf. “you’re insane,” you say, but your happiness can’t help but leak into your words and grins at you, eyes shining with admiration.

“go to dinner with me.” he blurts out confidently, but a faint nervousness hides in his expression. despite his best attempts to seem nonchalant, you see right through it, but such vulnerability in his appearance causes you to respond without hesitation.

“okay.” you respond softly and a shy smile begins to creep over your face as ajax blinks at you in surprise.

“oh... cool,” his words are dazed, as if he hadn’t expected such a response, but his smile only grows wider. “awesome, yeah, cool.” his attempts to play it cool fail, especially as he stumbles a bit when he tries to lean on the door of your locker, only to have it swing out from under his weight.

“a princess always has to thank her knight, after all,” you respond with a soft giggle and childe’s expression softens, a smitten expression crossing his face. the warning bell for first period rings and childe holds out a freshly bandage hand to you.

you place your hand in his and he holds your hand with such a featherlight touch that, if not for the bandages that brush against your skin, you would have doubted that he ever could have hurt anyone. besides, you knew he only would hurt people who were asking for it.

#got war flashbacks to a certain fic i SHOULD be working on while writing the word 'knight' #hm i like this dynamic im just not sure how i feel abt this piece as a whole #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe scenarios #*writing #*my writing #*childe #*tartaglia #*fic #*900 follower event

[bloodpenned]

Your Kylar kidnapping stuff is fucking busting. Can we get kinda a continuation of the other characters (or love interests) finally seeing the PC again? You can pick whoever I just have a mighty yearning. And maybe, just maybe PC coming to see Kylar after they're locked up? Choices is yours please keep up the great work!

continuation of this post! im writing about the LIs i mentioned in the original post.

As soon as you return to the orphanage, your fellow orphans look at you with surprise, some happier than others. There were few that expected your return after you’d be gone for so long. But Robin never gave up on you. At least one of the orphans runs off to go looking for them, and soon, they’re barreling down the stairs from their room, nearly breaking their neck in the process. You both fall to the floor after they tackle you in a hug.

They’re definitely crying in front of everyone, but they couldn’t care less. Robin doesn’t ask where you went or what happened, you two can talk about it later and only if you want to, all they can talk about now is how happy they are to see you again. They kept your room clean and made copies of their notes and saved some money and, and- It takes a bit before they let you go. They’re nervous, wanting nothing more than having you come over to their room and hang out like usual. If they aren’t around you, maybe you’ll dissapear again. But you won’t hear them say this. Guilt eats away at them for even having such thoughts, they’re far too selfish. You should do whatever you want to feel better right now. They can’t sleep that night. Waking up tomorrow and realising it was just a dream would be their worst nightmare. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Whitney is stomping over as soon as they see you. You’re getting shoved against the nearest wall, pulled into a kiss that’s more teeth than lips and draws blood. Their hands grope your body, greedy, trying to feel all of you within seconds. They’re scowling when they pull away. One hand is on the wall next to your head, the other bruising your shoulder with its grip. Where the hell have you been? You think they’ll just let you drop off the face of the earth?! (They definitely weren’t almost worried, they definitely weren’t almost missing you. They definitely call you their favourite for no reason.)

But they don’t raise their fist, don’t make a single move, only staring you down after spitting out the words. Once you tell them that Kylar took you, they let out a disbelieving laugh, eyes lingering on the rope marks on your wrist. So the little fucker finally went and snapped, huh? They’re lucky they got locked up before Whitney could get their hands on them. The second time they kiss you is a lot softer. Their tongue laps the blood from your mouth. Don’t think you’re off the hook yet, though. You’ve got lost time to make up for, slut. 

At the Temple, Sydney drops everything they’re doing. Clothes scatter everywhere as they rush up to you, but they ignore any glares from monks or nuns. Where have you been?! They’ve been worried sick! Do you know how much time they spent with Robin looking for you? Before you have the chance the respond, they’re looking you over, fussing over every little mark on your skin. Did you lose weight? You have, haven’t you? You two are going to get something to eat. Right now. Every part of them is shaking. The whole way, they refuse to let go of your hand. They try to hide their tears, believing they should stay strong for you right now. (They don’t look too great themselves either, stifling far more yawns than usual. If you ask them how much they’ve been working, they’ll dodge the question. It’s a great distraction.)

Knowing that the one who hurt you is locked away now grants them some peace of mind. They’re still surprised it was Kylar. Sydney had always been under the impression you two were simply good friends and that they had held no ill will towards you. Even then, in the weeks after, they’ll ask for your help with tasks they would usually do on their own. Have you stay at the library after school, walk you to the temple. They also ask Sirris to see whether you’re acting weird in class or not. 

When you go to visit Kylar in prison, they’re bawling their eyes out. There are bags under their eyes, their hair is somehow messier than usual and a large bruise has blossomed on their cheek. They missed you so, so much. But you visited! Well, of course you did, why wouldn’t you? Even their laugh, in between sobs, shakes. You’re married! You love each other!! It only makes sense you want to see how your spouse is doing! Because of the incident, you’re only allowed to see them with glass between you two, and they press their palm up against it. (Return the gesture, and they’ll start crying even harder. But they’re smiling wider too.) They’re wearing a ring, rubbing the metal as they stare at you. 

Kylar’s so emotional the whole time that holding a conversation is almost impossible. They do tell you how disappointed they are they can’t get any pencils or paper. Without them, they can’t put drawings of you all over their cell… And they warn you, more begging than anything else, to be careful. They’re not there to protect you now. When your time together is up, Kylar has to be yanked from their chair. Even then, they’re struggling the whole way. As long as possible, they’ll hold your gaze. Visit them again, won’t you? ...Please.

#whitney the bully #sydney the faithful #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity

[starshapedkookie]

Falling

↳soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest  level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm. 

REPOSTED/REWRITTEN FROM OLD BLOG

pairing: jungkook x female reader 

word count: 31.4k (sorry guys, another monster lol)

genre: soulmate/destiny au, college au, photographer jungkook, angst, fluff, smut

warnings: smut (protected sex, vanilla, light choking), swearing, angst!!!, fluff (jungkook is head over heels), drinking, mentions of anti-depressants and therapy

recommended songs: falling by harry styles, love again by dua lipa, hold on by chord overstreet, dusk till dawn by zayn & sia, when we were young by lost kings

FALL

The last thing you needed this morning was for your coffee to get knocked out of your hand and crash onto the pavement—but of course, that is exactly what happened.

“Ugh,” you groan loudly, bending down to pick up the plastic cup. You did not have time for this. It wasn’t even your first day of classes yet here you were, making a fool of yourself in front of everyone. You quickly dispose of the plastic in a recyclable can before hurrying off to find your class. You were already going to be late—but you knew you didn’t want to be that kid on the first day coming in hungover and 20 minutes late. So far though, that was going to be exactly you.

You rush into the building of your class before rushing up the stairs to the main auditorium. You glance down at your watch and you roll eyes. 7 minutes late—that’s doable right? You enter the large room and you curse to yourself when it’s quiet and the only words are coming from your professors mouth.

“Class I believe we’ve found our first day straggler,” the professor’s voice erupts in the room through his microphone and you freeze in your spot. Everyone’s eyes are on you and you actually want to crawl into a hole and bury yourself alive. Laughter fills the room and the professor goes back to the syllabus as you find a seat towards the back of the classroom. You sit down by yourself and lean back in the seat. Not only was your head absolutely busting from last night, you also had never felt more embarrassment in your entire life. You pull out your laptop and pull up the uploaded syllabus and try to hide yourself within your t-shirt.

“As humans, we think attraction is spontaneous and comes from here,” your professor pauses and points to his chest where his heart would be, “When in fact, that’s not true. Our brains run complex calculations that decide whom we think is attractive. This is what this course is about. The psychology behind gender, sex, and even the ideals of soulmates are all very much correlated in this course,” your ears drown out his talking once the ’S’ word is mentioned—no, not sex, but soulmate.

Soulmates—self explanatory but usually not discussed out in the open like this. Some people believed in them, others didn’t. Growing up, you had always heard about soulmates and their stories—your parents managing to bring it up at least once a week. It’s said that one will receive a name by 18. At 13, you and your older sister decided that it was all bogus as you had many crushes on boys growing up. You could like someone but that didn’t mean you were soulmates though. Your sister quickly flipped her stance about soulmates when she was 17, you 15, and suddenly a mark showed up on the inside of her finger. Not just any mark—but a name. With the name engraved in her skin like a tattoo and only a few months after that, she had met her match.

You on the other hand remained nameless for the rest of high school. You waited and waited for a name to show up by the age of 18—but it never did. You felt alone and like a glitch. At 19, you decided you weren’t going to sit around and wait for a soulmate. Besides, you were young—since when did you have to find your life partner so soon?

Now at 21, nearing 22, you were still nameless. Did it bother you? You were indifferent. You felt lucky to be able to experience college without being tied down to something serious but now as graduation was coming faster than ever and it seemed like everyone around you was finding their other half—worry did sink into your skin sometimes.

“You,” someone snaps you from your reverie and you think the professor has called you again until you see a two guys sitting two rows back from you, one of them pointing at you.

You point at yourself wondering if he’s got the right girl. As you look around the class, everyone is shuffling around to what seems to be small groups. Had you zoned out that bad? You look back at the two guys and gather your belongings before heading their way.

“Uh, hi?” You say awkwardly as you shuffle towards them.

“Told you she’d come,” one guys nudges the other one with a smirk, “Wanna be in our group?”

“Group?” You look back to the front of the classroom and see a slide displayed “FINAL PROJECT” shining bright. “Yeah, sure whatever,” you sit down beside of the chatty male before he finally introduces himself.

“I’m Namjoon,” he smiles.

“Y/N,” you reply looking at the other guy who has stayed silent this whole interaction.

“This is Jungkook,” Namjoon says and Jungkook looks at you offering a weak smile.

“Hey,” he says simply. Jungkook has pretty eyes, round and doe-like, innocent yet inviting. You catch yourself noticing the ink lining his forearms and knuckles.

You take a seat beside of Namjoon and focus your attention back to the board. Your professor explains each group has a variety of topics to choose from and present to him later at the end of the semester. As much as you weren’t in the mood for much talking, you were thankful this Namjoon and Jungkook guy asked you to be in their group because you’re not sure you would have had the courage to ask anyone else.

Lecture ends with an online syllabus quiz due at the end of the week and you quickly gather your things to leave.

“Um,” you start before you get ready to leave, “here's my number. Just text whenever you want to get started,” you slip the piece of paper to Namjoon. Your eyes meet Jungkook’s again and something stirs deep within your stomach. Namjoon’s voice breaks your gaze.

“Alright, sounds good. Nice to me you.”

“You guys too.” And then you’re off to your next class, hoping you won’t cause as much attention in that one.

.

“Jesus Christ,” you exhale deeply, lying down on Taehyung’s bed. He eyes you from his desk.

“Rough first day?” He inquires, swirling back and forth in his chair.

“You have no idea Tae,” you groan rolling over to look at him. “I should have known this day would be shit the second I slept through my alarm.”

He gives you a small smile, “At least it’s over now. You got much homework?”

You shake your head, “No thank god.”

“Do you want to grab dinner with Jimin and I then?”

Your stomach growls loudly at the idea of food. You don’t even say anything and you don’t need to. Taehyung gives you a laugh before slipping on his ridiculously ugly fur-lined Gucci mules. You stand up from his bed, straightening out your giant t-shirt and running shorts. Yours and Taehyung’s fashion clashed tremendously, but that’s what made you guys—well you.

You and Taehyung meet Jimin at a Thai place downtown. It’s cheap and delicious and a bowl of pad-thai to sooth your brain after today sounded heavenly. Jimin is standing outside, wearing a put together yet sporty outfit. He smiles when he sees the two of you approaching.

“Hey guys!” Jimin smiles widely, leaning over to give you a tight squeeze. He pulls away and gives Taehyung an even bigger hug, the two of them pecking each other on the lips quickly. You watch the two soulmates in awe. As much as you wanted to believe the soulmate thing was bullshit—these two were living proof that it works. And deep down, it hurts.

The three of you order your food and lean back into your chair across from the two lovers as they converse about their day.

“What about you Y/N? Did you have a good first day?” Jimin asks. He’s got to the be the most considerate person you’ve ever met.

“Are you sure you want to hear her spiel?” Taehyung mutters sarcastically and you poke your tongue out at him.

“It was horrible Jimin,” you pout, “First, I slept through my alarm which I never do, was hungover as sit so I needed some coffee and then I got my iced coffee that was five dollars and then dropped it everywhere—“

“Wait, you were running late and still got coffee?” Jimin raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” You say in a duh-like tone. Jimin and Taehyung laugh at your before you continue.

“Then I walked into my first class and the fucking professor had the audacity to call me the first day straggler! How awful is that?!”

“I mean it’s true,” Taehyung grins and you flip him off.

“Not. The. Point,” you offer dramatically, “And then all of a sudden these two guys are calling me over to be in their group for a project and they’re both extremely cute although one talked way too much and one didn’t talk at all—“ “Which one was cuter?” Jimin asks curiously. Taehyung swats at his arm.

“The quiet one,” you admit, “At least to me. And then after that, I went to my last class and that went smoothly. However it started going downhill again when I went and grabbed lunch and I got a salad from East—“ “Oh no,” Jimin groans, “East dining hall? Y/N you know that place is whack.”

“I know that but I was hungry! And then I ate my salad and then while I was driving back to my apartment I literally almost shit myself.”

The three of you begin to laugh at how ridiculous your day actually was.

“I mean what kind of fucking luck is that?!”

“You’ve definitely had better days for sure…” Taehyung says eying you from across the table, “I mean look at that outfit and hair,” he tsks.

“Hey! Fuck you,” you pick up your straw wrapper and throw it at him across from you. He’s laughing just as your food arrives. It looks and even smells better, the three of you immediately digging in.

The three of you continue small chatter amongst yourselves, Jimin and Taehyunf being too cute and in love for their own good. You are in the middle of slurping your noodles when your nearly choke on your food when a new, but familiar face walks into the restaurant. The Jungkook guy from your class. And he’s not alone as a girl who is extremely pretty trails in behind of him.

“What are you looking at?” Taehyung asks and he turns over his shoulder to follow your line of sight. “Who is that cutie?” He then says. Jimin agrees.

“It’s the guy from my class,” you whisper, hoping he doesn’t spot you. “The quiet one,” you specify. Jimin smirks before nudging Taehyung.

“You’re right,” Taehyung says looking back at you. For some reason, despite not knowing anything about Jungkook but his name, you dislike the way the random girl is looking at him. It doesn’t settle well in your stomach.

“Guess he has a soulmate,” you say slightly disappointed staring into your food.

Jimin speaks up, “No he doesn’t.”

You and Taehyung furrow your eyebrows at him.

“Are you guys forgetting soulmates is literally what I’m doing my thesis on? I can spot them when I see them,” he says keeping his voice low, “That’s not his soulmate, trust me.”

“…Right,” you hesitate. You glance back towards Jungkook and his date to find that they have been seated elsewhere in the restaurant. You bite your lip, stirring your noodles around, the weird feeling you felt when you first spotted Jungkook still deep rooted in your stomach. You don’t mention Jungkook again the entire night, only sparing glances around the restaurant to get another look at him. You come up short.

.

Your first week back at school is nearly over as Friday approaches faster than ever. Thankfully, unlike your first day shambles, the rest of your week went fairly smooth. You’ve managed to get ahead in most of your classes already and you can’t wait for the afternoon nap you’re gifting yourself later today.

Ever since Monday, you have decided to sit beside Namjoon and Jungkook in your psychology lecture now. They were easy to talk to, albeit Jungkook still quite shy, but being with your final project group was convenient. Speaking of Jungkook—he was no where to be seen today.

“Where’s your friend?” You inquire as you sit beside Namjoon. Normally Jungkook is right beside of him as the two of them always get to class earlier than you.

Namjoon shrugs, “I don’t know, he didn’t answer any of my texts this morning.”

You brush it off as your jackass of a professor begins his lecture. Your first official lecture of the semester is on the basis of the human brain and it’s connection to relationships. You nearly roll your eyes out of your head, how fun. Ten or so minutes go back of you typing up notes trying to keep up with him until rummaging disrupts your thoughts.

You glance to your left and spot Jungkook coming in late, his hair underneath a baseball cap, keeping his eyes down as he makes his way over to you and Namjoon. You inwardly wish the professor would call him out on his tardiness but of course, that doesn’t happen. Maybe your professor is a jackass and a sexist?

“Look who is late today,” You whisper as he sits down beside you. His brown eyes give you a glance before nodding to Namjoon.

“Sorry,” he gives you a soft smile, “Today has not been my day,” he briefly explains.

You raise your eyebrows as him, but decide against questioning him.

“I get it,” you respond.

“Hey! You in back,” your professor is suddenly stopping his lecture and pointing his finger towards you. Oh for fucks sake. “If you’re going to talk in my class, don’t bothering coming as I post the lecture slides online afterwards.”

You feel embarrassment taking over your body as Namjoon to your right is snickering at you and Jungkook on your left is sending you an apologetic stare.

Definitely sexist.

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The next couple weeks of classes went by in a flash. So far, they were all going well and you liked all your professors—minus Mr. Sexist Jackass for psychology—but other than that, you were having no trouble. You had been able to meet other people and get into study group chats which you knew would help in the next few weeks as your first midterm was quickly approaching.

If there was one thing you were slacking on though, it was your group project for said psychology class. Which is why you texted Namjoon and Jungkook to meet at a coffee place on campus to discuss getting started and what roles you all would take.

“Hey,” Jungkook is the first to arrive and you give him a sweet smile. Within the past two weeks, he had become more open to talking to you and you sensed a blossoming friendship between you and him.

“Hi, how are you?” You ask him as you move your stuff out of the way so he could sit down. He sits across from you, his eyes meeting yours.

“I’m alright,” he says with not much energy taking a gulp from whatever drink he was sipping on. It looked to be an iced americano. “You?”

“Pretty good, although I’m already stressed about exams coming up,” you let your worries slip from you.

Jungkook shakes his head, “I haven’t thought about exams yet,” he says honestly.

You give him a hard stare before saying, “What even is your major? I know Namjoon is pre-med but I don’t think you’ve told me.”

He swallows the rest of his drink, “Sports medicine,” he responds with a straight smile.

“Hm,” you say, “So do you dress up as Sporty Spice for Halloween then?”

He lets out a laugh before nodding, “Yeah, every year.”

You laugh with him and you can’t help but notice how great his smile is. He really is attractive, you can’t deny that.

“Where the fuck is Namjoon?” You groan after your laughter dies out, looking down at your watch.

“Here!” You jump in your seat as Namjoon comes up behind you and you nearly fall out of your seat. Namjoon apologizes quickly about being late before scooting to sit beside you.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shake your head, “So, when do you guys want to start working on our project? I would hate for us to procrastinate and have to cram at the end of the semester.”

Namjoon nods, “I was thinking the same. We need to choose a topic first though… got any ideas?” He takes out a pen and notepad to scribble stuff down. You could tell Namjoon was just as studious as you were… Jungkook on the other hand was definitely more of a “go with the flow” type of student—not necessarily a bad thing though.

“Kook, any ideas?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook shrugs before throwing out there—

“Sex,” He says and you snicker at his suggestion. “What? That’s all the professor talks about, might as well give him something he’s interested in…” Jungkook retaliates.

You glance at Namjoon and he rolls his eyes.

“I get what you’re saying Kook but I think we should be more specific than that,” Namjoon deadpans and you nod agreeing with him. “Y/N?”

“Mmmm,” you hum, “Maybe we could do research on how sex differs between different people?”

Namjoon nods slowly, looking over at Jungkook quickly, “What if looked at how sex affects the body when it comes to soulmates?”

You throat goes dry at Namjoon’s suggestion and you have to compose yourself so you won’t give yourself away. You look over at Jungkook who looks just as uncomfortable as you do and it makes you furrow your eyebrows. Maybe Jimin’s sixth sense was right?

“I mean is there even research for that?” You look at him, your question somewhat patronizing.

“Oh yeah,” he says matter-of-factly, “There’s lots of research on how the body responds when people are intimate with people that aren’t their soulmates.”

You glance at Jungkook again whose eyes are dancing around the room and you’re not even sure he’s tuned into the conversation anymore.

“What do you think Jungkook?” You ask him.

“Sure,” he says, “Whatever will get us the grade.”

“Alright then, let’s meet up again next week after we each do some research,” Namjoon smiles before gathering his things up, “I hate to bounce like this but my tutoring shift starts in ten minutes and those freshman are so gullible I can make twice as much money off of them,” he says before waving you two off, leaving you and Jungkook alone.

“Does he really scam freshman?” You ask, somewhat horrified at his statement. Jungkook lets out a laugh, visibly a lot more comfortable now that the previous conversation has passed.

“Only when then they’re dumb enough,” he responds before he begins to gather his things too, “See in you class?”

You nod once, noticing what seems to be a silver Rolex covering his left wrist. Who the hell has a Rolex in college?

“See you in class.”

. “Well, well look who the cat dragged in?” Jimin smiles at you from behind the bar. Yeah—not only was Jimin currently getting his master’s in psychology, he also bartended on the weekends at one of your local bars.

You give him a smile as Taehyung isn’t far behind you, putting his head on your shoulder to look up at the menu.

“Hi babe,” Jimin smiles and Taehyung returns one, wrapping his arms around your front.

“Hi,” he smiles, visibly much more drunk than you were. “I’m pretending she’s you so don’t get jealous okay?” He slurs.

“Hey!” You fight back looking at Taehyung, “Crazy how people change after you ‘fall in love’,” you air quote yourself with sarcasm.

Taehyung laughs in your ear, “You should try it sometime babe,” under normal circumstances, you would have felt very offended at his remark because he knows your situation but with alcohol running through your veins—you let it slide.

“Can I have two green tea shots?” You ask Jimin and he nods quickly.

“Make it four,” Taehyung orders and Jimin laughs before nodding, heading off to make your shots.

Taehyung finally lets go of your middle and you both settle to lean on the bar whilst your drinks are being made.

“How was your week babe?” Taehyung asks, “Better I presume? You look hot so I’m assuming all is well?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

You gives him a smile, glancing down at your outfit. Your mini-wrap skirt and skin tight tank top was as basic as it could get, but it made you look and feel good about yourself.

“Good as it gets Tae,” you say flinging your hair behind your shoulder. On a scale 1 to 10 of drunkeness, you were probably a good 5 but you knew once Jimin was finished with your shots, you would be closer to a 7 or 8.

“I know I’m going to sound fucking crazy right now but it’s kind of just registering what I said to you about falling in love and I did not mean it like that—“ “Taehyung it’s fine,” you shake your head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“No,” he shakes his head, “It’s not… I’m sorry I’m just really drunk right now,” he groans almost painfully.

“I know,” you smile at him before noticing Jimin has come back with your shots. “And you’re about to be even more drunk so whatever you say, apologize for it now.”

He looks up at the ceiling closing his eyes, “I’m sorry to whoever for the dumb shit I will say the rest of the evening, amen.”

“He’s religious now?” Jimin asks scooting the glasses over to you two.

“Apparently,” you eye him before taking a glass for you and handing one to Taehyung.

“To… senior year!” Taehyung says loudly over the music and you nod, clinking your glasses together.

“To senior year!” You say before downing the shot in its entirety. “Oh my god Jimin,” you groan, “I will never forgive you for getting me on these.”

“What can I say? If you’re gonna drink might as well enjoy it,” is the last thing he says before checking on another customer beside you and Taehyung.

“Oh god,” Taehyung says after downing his shot, looking over your shoulder.

“What?” You ask him, getting ready to down your second one.

“It’s the quiet one, the cute one,” Taehyung’s words confuse you until you begin to piece them together. Quiet… cute… Jungkook.

You take a glance over your shoulder and you nearly jump out of your skin when you see Jungkook looking right back at you. He gives you a small wave and smile and you do the same. He looks really good—blue jeans a t-shirt with his lovely ink being show. What intrigues you the most though is a 35mm camera hanging around his neck. You don’t recognize any of the people he is with before you turn back around, feeling your cheeks heat up even though no one could see it.

“Jungkook,” you say to Taehyung, “That’s his name.”

As much as you wished Taehyung would stop staring in his direction, you knew he was drunk and fighting him on it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Well, I think Jungkook,” Taehyung grabs his second shot, “Is hot as fuck and you should totally make a move,” Taehyung finally looks back at you and downs his liquor without waiting on you. You follow suit, the shot slivering down your throat.

“No,” you shake your head, “I don’t think he’s into me, plus I don’t even know if he has a partner or not.”

“You heard what Jimin said a couple weeks ago,” he retorts.

“How does Jimin know he’s right? I mean it’s not like we as humans have a fucking ‘yeah I have a soulmate’ scent to us like were goddamn dogs or something. I mean as much as I would totally make a move on him, I just don’t think I can do—“

“Uh, Y/N,” Taehyung nudges you from your rant.

“What?” You return harshly. A small smirk rises on his face before he points beside of you. You look to your left and your eyes widen when you see Jungkook coming up behind of you.

“J-Jungkook,” you manage to get out, “Hi.”

He approaches you and Taehyung with a warm smile, “Hey Y/N.” His eyes move to Taehyung and you clear your throat to introduce them.

“Jungkook this is Taehyung, Taehyung… Jungkook,” you smile between the two handsome men.

“Nice you to meet you,” Taehyung smiles widely and Jungkook nods.

“What are you doing out tonight?” You ask Jungkook and he steps closer to you as someone pushes past him.

“Trying to relieve some stress,” he answers with a laugh, “Can I get you a drink?” He scratches the back of his head, glancing over at Taehyung again.

“Oh, are you sure?” You ask him before he nods again. You give him a smile, “Alright, whatever you’re having I’ll have.”

“Jimin!” You yell over the music to get his attention. He stops drying a glass and immediately comes to you, his eyes falling on the companion behind of you.

“Can I get two Michelob's?” Jungkook says and you can feel his chest pressing into your back as the overwhelming amount of people pushing and pulling in the bar.

Jimin nods before quickly going into the cooler, popping the tops from the bottle and sliding them over to you.

“Thanks,” you both say grabbing them.

“Thank you,” you turn around to Jungkook and in this position, you underestimated how close you actually are to him. Chest to chest and his head towers over as he looks down at you with a smile.

“No problem,” he says, “Do you wanna go outside? Get some air and more space?”

It’s like he read your mind. “Yeah, sure.”

You tap Taehyung on the shoulder to get his attention from Jimin.

“I’m going outside, I’ll text you if I can’t find you again.”

He nods slowly, “I’ll be right here babe,” he sends you a wink before turning back around.

Jungkook’s eyes lay on Taehyung’s back a little longer than you would like. What’s he thinking right now? Without any warning, Jungkook grabs your hand gently and starts pulling you away from the crowded bar. You aren’t exactly sober right now and you can only hope that your hand isn’t sweating as much as you think it is. Jungkook leads you out to the deck that’s also crowded and loud, but leaves a lot more room to breathe.

You lean against the railing and Jungkook does the same across from you, just mere inches separating the two of you.

“Are you here with just Taehyung?” He asks you taking a sip of his beer. You follow suit. Thank god he ordered Michelob—a man with taste.

You nod, “Yeah… he wanted to go out more than I did but, here we are,” you try to make a joke at your drunkeness but fail miserably. Jungkook gives you a short lived smile.

“So… are you two like, together?” Jungkook says his words slowly, not wanting to say or imply the wrong thing. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head after he asks his question.

You start to laugh, having to cover your mouth so you don’t cackle loud enough to draw attention. Jungkook looks confused before you say—

“Taehyung’s gay,” you explain after your laughter dies down, “His partner is the bartender Jimin.”

Jungkook’s face falls and his doe eyes bulge out of his head. “Holy shit I didn’t know, I didn’t mean—“

“Jungkook it’s fine,” you wave him off, “You’re not the first person to ever ask if Tae and I are a thing. As much as I wish the universe was that nice to me to give me a man like Taehyung but no,” you smile although deep down it does hurt. You grew up with Taehyung hoping he would be your soulmate and when Jimin’s name appeared on the inside of his pinky, that dream bursted real fast.

“What about you?” You ask him. Now’s your chance. It’s got to be the alcohol that’s making this conversation easy as cake because normally, talk of this nature would not be spoken in public with this many people around.

Jungkook rolls his tongue in his cheek and you swear your heart skips a beat. He starts to shake his head, “No I just got out of a relationship.”

“Oh,” your face falls. So was he with a girlfriend at dinner a few weeks back?

“Yeah I guess the universe hates me too,” he says nonchalantly and the air suddenly feels thick with tension. So he didn’t have a soulmate? Nor did you? What were the odds?

“I hate to sound weird or creepy but,” you pause, unsure if you wanted to ask but internally you say fuck it. “I saw you a few weeks ago at the Thai place downtown with a girl, so that’s why I asked.”

Jungkook’s eyes are hard to read as he gulps his beer. You’re not sure he’s that drunk but if he is, he’s great at hiding it.

“Yeah… that was her,” he nods, “But like I said the universe is cruel and decide to give her a name after a couple months of dating,” he scoffs and almost seems angry—which I guess he has a right to be.

“Oh shit,” you mumble, “I’m sorry,” you offer.

He shakes his head, “It’s fine, what can I do about it now you know?”

You nod slowly, “Look forward to the future? Who knows what might happen.”

“You’re right,” he smiles tenderly, “To the future?” He raises his bottle.

“To the future,” you smile clinking the glass together.

“So who are you here with?” You ask him.

“Just my roommates, Yugyeom and Mingyu,” he explains while licking his lips and your heart skips a beat again.

“You don’t strike me as the type that gets out much you know,” you push a finger into his chest, narrowing your eyesight. 1 to 10 on the drunk scale? An 8 or 9 at the moment.

“Why’s that?” He amuses.

“Jeon, you barely spoke to me the first two weeks of class. I thought you were fucking mute.”

He suddenly steps closer to you and it forces you to drop your finger.

“I’m shy okay?” He says with a pout. “I’m good now though? Right?” You swear his eyes are like a damn puppy dog looking at you like that. Your throat goes dry before you nod.

“For the most part I guess,” you offer weakly batting your eyelashes at him. You glance down his body quickly and notice the way his light blue jeans hug his tiny waist and thick thighs deliciously. Jesus fucking Christ.

“What this all about?” you point to his camera that’s dangling between his pecs. You needed to get your mind back to PG and fast.

He smiles lightly, “My hobby,” he says simply, “I like to take pictures for memories sake.”

“Memories sake,” you repeat, “So do you take it with you everywhere then?”

“Only if I think something interesting might happen that needs to be captured,” he shrugs. God he was so attractive and the longer you stared at him, the faster you were falling down a hole.

“What have you captured tonight then?”

“Nothing much really,” he glances down your front quickly and he thinks you don’t notice until you smirk at him.

“Take a picture of me,” you tilt your head with a smile, “I’m a treasure that should be captured, don’t ya think?” the alcohol was getting to you bad. When Jungkook laughs at you, you swear you saw two faces and you knew you needed to sober the fuck up.

“Alright, fine,” he says, stepping away from you to adjust his lens for the lighting. You lean onto the railing with you elbow, giving him a smile when you look towards his camera. He snaps the picture twice and the flash momentarily blinds you. He looks back at his view finder and you step to him to see it.

“See, a treasure,” you say.

He nods slowly before looking down at you, “Definitely.”

You feel yourself stepping closer to him, leaning up to get a full view of his face. You bite your lip as he leans down, your noses brushing together before you step back.

“Wait… so you don’t have a soulmate?” You keep your voice low and hesitant.

He shakes his head, “No,” he says, “See.” He shows his wrists and in between his fingers and nothing. You do the same for him, moving your bracelets and watch back. He gives you a small smirk before leaning down to close the gap between the two of you. You inhale his clean scent as you push up on your toes to deepen the kiss. With your hand that isn’t occupied you bring it to the side of his face to caress his skin. His lips are so fucking soft and you whine as he pulls away.

“I would ask you to go home with me but I think you’re too drunk,” he says honestly and you furrow your eyebrows at him with a sad pout.

“Hey I’m fine,” you defend yourself.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m that type of guy,” he says, “I’m pretty far from that.”

His words are sweet and considerate and you’re not sure any guy you have met that would be in this position to not jump straight into your pants. As much as you wouldn’t mind Jungkook to do that—you could see where he was coming from. Besides, you were really drunk and really tired so you probably wouldn’t even get off which would defeat the purpose of getting laid.

“Jungkook I know, I can see that,” you tell him before you bite your lip again, “But I am a great cuddlier if that has any weight?”

A large smile falls on his lips and his nose scrunches up from giggling. “Alright, you’re the big spoon though,” he deadpans.

You roll your eyes, “We’ll see about that.” Jungkook smirks before grabbing your hand for both of you to close out your tabs and head to his place.

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You wake up the next morning in an unfamiliar, but quite comfortable bed. You blink your eyes slowly to let light in and you stretch your feet our from your fetal position. Once your vision focuses you see that you’re alone underneath a grey duvet and you nearly freak out until you quickly remember your previous evening.

You had got to Jungkook’s place around 12:30 AM and aside from light making out, nothing extreme happened between you two as Jungkook insisted on being sober before going there. He obviously lost the argument about who was going to be the big and little spoon as you both fell asleep comfortably with his arms around your front. Speaking of—where was he?

You push the covers from your body and see you’re dressed in an oversized t-shirt, your clothes neatly folded on his dresser. You memory is slightly fuzzy, unsure if you changed your clothes yourself or if Jungkook dressed you. Heat rushes to you face at the thought. Damn, you hoped you hadn’t seemed desperate but when you were drunk—that tended to happen. Although not as much anymore as random hookups slowed down the older you got as most people were linking up with their destined lovers.

Fuck—you think, you had nearly forgotten perhaps the biggest detail of last night. Jungkook didn’t have a soulmate. The thought made you giddy on the inside. Maybe he was just as fucked up as you were.

You’re about to leave Jungkook’s room until he suddenly appears in the doorway.

“Oh, hey I was just coming to see if you were up,” he gives you a soft smile and you have to scramble your eyes away from his heavily built chest and torso. You find that he has tattoos all the way up his knuckles to his shoulder. Fuck.

“I just woke up,” you mumble stepping towards the door.

“I made some breakfast,” he says reaching towards your hand gently, “I have some medicine too if you’re hungover.”

You smile at him as he pulls you to him to walk you down the short hallway to his kitchen. It smelt of bacon, eggs, and toast—just what you needed.

“Thanks,” you say gratefully as you take a seat on one of his barstools. He slides a plate over to you as well as a bottle of Advil. “You already ate?” You ask him as you begin to dive into the food that will surely settle your rumbling stomach.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “I woke up awhile ago and went for a run so I had to eat.”

You swat your hand not caring, “It’s fine—wait, what time is it?” Your eyes bulge.

He looks at his silver watch, “Almost noon,” he says, his eyes not looking at tired as he probably is.

“Noon?!” You say with a mouthful of bread, “What the hell I never this sleep this late…” you say after swallowing.

“You drank a lot last night Y/N,” he laughs at you and you give him your middle finger. He rests on his hands across from you in the kitchen and you can’t help but notice the veins in his arms. Was the universe really being this good to you? After all this time, giving you access to someone who is this fine and who doesn’t have a partner? You almost couldn’t believe it.

“Sorry if I was annoying, or needy, or anything like that,” you say somewhat embarrassed that Jungkook had to deal with you even though neither of you know each other that well.

His eyes soften, “It’s fine. You were funny.”  

You’ve devoured your plate of food and you hop down from the barstool to clean your plate. Since he cooked, the least you could was put away your mess.

“Oh I’m hilarious,” you give him a snide look before you bump him with your hip to scoot him over so you can wash your plate. He obliges whilst watching your every move. Jungkook seeing you in one of his favorite t-shirts is driving him delirious.

“But seriously though,” your voice cuts his inappropriate train of thought, “If I said anything incriminating, don’t tell anyone,” you give him a side look as you dry your plate. Jungkook laughs before a smirk appears on his face.

“I quite enjoyed your rambling,” he steps closer to you as you turn to look up at him. “It was very… what’s the word… suggestive,” he looks off as if he’s running deep thoughts.

You roll your eyes—yup, definitely horny and needy words were said. Feeling somewhat brave—maybe it was because you weren’t really hungover and the fact that Jungkook is standing there like that in front of you—you step towards him so your chests are touching.

“Maybe you should remind me what I said one day then?” You whisper only so he can hear. He chuckles through his nose before placing one of his hands on your back to pull you flush against him.

“Why not right now?” He says, his nose dipping to touch yours. His eyes are soft but carry a darkness to them you can’t quite read. You give him a small nod before you move your head to place your lips on his. Your mouths mold together like putty slowly before he slips his tongue into your mouth to tease you.  

You pull away quickly, “Wait, don’t you have roommates?” You whisper again looking around the quiet apartment. You noticed how clean it was to be housed by 3 men in their early twenties.

“They’re asleep,” he says, caressing your lower back, his hand begging to go to your ass but he restrains himself. “So you’ll have to be quiet, unlike last night,” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Challenge accepted,” you grab his face to pull him back down to you to connect your lips once more.

His hands grapple your waist desperately to pull you flush against him. He smells like laundry and cotton, the scent driving you mad. As Jungkook realizes that the two of you are still in his kitchen and Yugyeom or Mingyu could easily come out of their rooms any moment, he pulls away from you and you follow him back into his room. He wastes no time shutting his door and pushing you against it.

You felt yourself growing dizzier by the second as he continued to kiss you with a gentle force that you’ve never experienced before. He was probably the best kisser you’ve ever kissed.  You could tell he wanted to touch you and you wanted him to touch you so you began to trace your hands up his sculpted back and pushing your hips out towards him.

Jungkook now having your permission, one of his hands trail up your thigh to push his t-shirt away from your backside, his large hand massaging the skin carefully and calculated. Suddenly you found his lips on your neck as he pushes your body further into his door.

“Jungkook,” you groaned quietly as he nipped at the sensitive skin. He pulls your thigh up against his leg and you nearly let out a moan when you feel his hardening cock press into your center.

“Fuck,” you breathe out as you let out an experimental roll of your hips against his. Jungkook pulls back with a short chuckle before kissing your lips gently again.

“Quiet,” he laughs again and you push his chest away from yours to get him to sit on the edge of his bed. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his tiny waist and thick thighs. You continued to kiss like no tomorrow before you placed your palm over his center.

“Shit,” he groans into your mouth as you palm him slowly and torturously. “Y/N, wait, are you sure?”  

You pull your hand back and stare down at him with hazy eyes. You nod frantically, “Yes, are you?”

“God yes,” he breathes out and in one smooth motion, he flips you two over with him standing in between your legs. He begins to take his shirt from your body and you happily help him and his eyes immediately go to your breasts, your nipples taut for him.

He kisses you again before kissing down your neck and then down over your boobs, his tongue swirling and his teeth nipping at all the right places. Jungkook finds himself on his knees, right in front of where you need each other most. He spreads your legs a little more before he goes right in to kiss your center over your underwear. Your head falls back as you rest on your hands watching him bite his lip in excitement. You’d never had a guy go down on your the first hookup—you thought you could be in love right now.

His brown eyes glance at you briefly before you nod for him to make sure what he was going was okay. He fingers pull at your underwear and you lift your hips to help him drag the material down your legs. He grabs your hips and pulls your towards him, his mouth going straight to work on you.

You shut your eyes at the feeling unable to keep them open as he laps up and down your slit. He kisses you with hunger and when he finds your clit, the moan that escapes your mouth is loud and embarrassing.

“Oh god, Jungkook,” he smirks against your pussy before continuing to lap at your sensitive bud, his fingers now teasing your entrance.

He slips in one finger, pumping it slowly before entering a second—stretching you just how you need. You fall back on your elbows and your toes curl when you feel an orgasm close approaching.

“Fuck, fuck,” your hips raise as he focuses on your clit, his eyes never leaving your face. He can tell you’re about to come and he’d be damned if he didn’t bring you there. Two more kitten licks send you over the edge and you climax hard having to bite your lip so you don’t make much noise.

Jungkook licks his lips as he comes back to you to kiss you. You welcome him with open arms and you pull him on top of you. You needed him now and the issue in his pants showed he wanted you just as much. You help him push down his sweats and boxers and when you first get sight of his dick, your mouth nearly drops. Okay—the universe was definitely helping you out right now.

You reach down between you, wrapping your hands around his girth to fully harden him. He sucks in a deep breath when you pull and tug at his sensitive skin. You take his pre cum on your thumb and rub it around to make the slip easier. His forehead falls against your shoulder as you continue to jerk him off. His breathing increases as each pull comes from your hand and he’ quickly pushing your hand away.

“I wanna be inside you baby,” he says and it sends a shockwave through your core.

Jungkook finds a condom from his side table and rolls it on quickly. He positions himself between you, his nose brushing against yours as he pecks your lips.

“Ready?” He asks you as he guides his tip into you. Both of your mouths fall agape, a small whine coming from Jungkook’s throat as he pushes deeper into you. “Fuck—Y/N, you’re so tight.”

You lift your hips to help him get as deep as possible and when he bottoms out, you’re unsure if you’ve ever felt this full your entire life. His forehead falls against your shoulder once more and he kisses your exposed skin gently as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.

He feels more than amazing and your whole body feels on fire.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out as you wrap your legs around his back, “Faster, please.” You don’t care about sounding desperate.

He sits up on his elbows and obeys, snapping his hips against you harder and quicker. You hold onto his cheeks, your fingertips pulling at his hair and neither of you can be quiet now.

“Shit,” he marvels at the way he disappears inside of you, your cunt squeezing around him so he won’t leave.

“Jungkook—ah,” he hits your deepest spot in you and he sticks his thumb in your mouth to bite down on to shut you up. His other fingers grip the side of your neck and you feel like you could pass out from his ministrations.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he whispers in your ear and you nod pulling his face down to you, snapping your hips to meet up with his. You found yourself clenching around his cock as Jungkook’s breaths get shakier and shakier. “Fuck Y/N.”

“Don’t stop,” you managed to get out as he hammered you into his mattress, hitting your g-spot perfectly—another orgasm quickly coming into your system. Jungkook’s face was contorted and tortured as he chased his high deep inside of you. “Come on Jungkook,” you whisper beside his ear and he lifts his head up, crashing his lips onto yours.

Between your desperate attempts to be quiet and Jungkook’s relentless pace, you come again around his cock fast and hard, pulsating around him in spurts.

“Ah—fuck,” Jungkook’s hips ram into yours deeply as he finally finds his release. He collapses on top of your frame, his elbows the only thing holding him up. He pulls himself out of you a moment later, but he doesn’t move his body from above you.

Both of you are breathing heavy, it being the only sound radiating in the room. You caress  the right side of his face, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. He leans into your touch with a small smile before kissing your wrist gently. He then rolls his body from yours, discarding of his condom quickly.

You both turn to each other as Jungkook throws an arm lazily around your waist.

“Are you even real?” His deep voice suddenly says with his eyes closed. You give him a sheepish smile as he opens his eyes.

“The universe is fucking funny huh?” You say and Jungkook laughs deep within his chest.

“Very funny,” he mumbles before watching your face intently.

“Now what?” You ask obliviously. Sure, you had your hookups on and off before but with Jungkook—something felt different—in a good way. Like he wasn’t supposed to be a hookup—but something more.

He shrugs, “Whatever you wanna be.”

You bite your lip hesitating before saying, “I know you just got out of a relationship so I don’t want you to feel rushed or anything.”

“It’s fine Y/N,” he gives you a small smile, “I’m fine with whatever you’re fine with. As long as you don’t break my heart.”

You laugh, swatting at his chest playfully, “You mean as long as you don’t break my heart.”

He smirks, “Deal.”

.

You meet with Namjoon and Jungkook the following week to begin working on your project. You three decided on meeting in the library after all of your classes were over for the day to keep it convenient. You and Jungkook finished around the same time and ended up grabbing some food before heading out to the library. It had not been that long since you and Jungkook hooked up and you two began to text and Snapchat each other everyday. Your friendship with Jungkook hadn’t changed in any way as you two didn’t officially have a label yet, but now one look at him sent you weak to the knees.  

“You guys seriously couldn’t wait for me to get food?!” Namjoon shows up on the second floor of the library around 6:25 PM. You and Jungkook laugh at him as he sits down. He looks exhausted.

“Rough day?” You ask him as he sits down from across from you and Jungkook.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Have you ever amputated a finger before?”

You and Jungkook give each other an odd glance before scrunching your nose, “No, what the fuck?” Jungkook mutters.

Namjoon gives you a straight smile, “Well how about 4 fingers? That was my day summed up and I still think I’m queasy,” he shakes his head slowly.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “Joon, don’t you wanna be a doctor?”

“Family medicine, not surgery or anything gross like that,” he explains and that makes much more sense—though I’m sure Namjoon knows medical school has a lot more than family medicine waiting for him.

“Gotcha,” you pull up the documents you have saved for your research on your computer. Under the table, Jungkook nudges your knee with his and you have to fight the urge to smile.

Namjoon watches, the two of you oblivious.

“You look happy,” he says. Jungkook looks up from his phone and you from your screen.

“Who?” You and Jungkook same at the same time.

Namjoon narrows his eyes, “Both of you… strange,” he licks his lips pondering on his words.

You glance at Jungkook before turning back to your screen, not wanting to be caught in his stare.

“Am I not allowed to be in a good mood?” Jungkook laughs sarcastically.

You bite your lip trying to suppress your smile. Sure, you and Jungkook had hooked up once or twice now and you two were slowly getting to know each other more everyday—but you swore the butterflies in your stomach told you something was special about him.

“I mean, you’re just always so quiet… and—hey why are you laughing?” Namjoon looks at you with a serious expression.

“I’m not laughing,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah Y/N, quit laughing,” Jungkook says, nudging your leg under the table again.

“God I’m gonna get queasy again,” Namjoon’s face contorts, his eyes darting between the two of you, “Since when do you two flirt with each other? In front of me?”

Once again, you keep your eyes away from Jungkook, “We’re not flirting,” you say monotonously.

Namjoon looks at Jungkook since you refuse to meet anyone’s gaze. Namjoon raises his  eyebrows at his friend curiously, an unspoken language going between them. Jungkook smirks before giving you one last glance before he says—

“Y/N and I hooked up.”

Your eyes widen instantly at Jungkook’s words and you whip your head to turn towards him.

“Jungkook what the fuck! I thought we weren’t gonna tell anyone!” Your words give away to Namjoon that Jungkook wasn’t bluffing.

Jungkook’s eyes soften looking at you, “Come on, his crazy ass was onto us anyways,” he motions towards Namjoon.

“Yeah, uh huh. I knew something was off when Jungkook’s ears kept going red every time he looked at you,” Namjoon slowly starts to smile, “How disgusting is that.”

You flip him off, “Well, don’t tell anyone.”  

“So,” Namjoon pauses, “You guys aren’t…?” He trails his question off and both of you know what he wants to say. Soulmates.

Slowly, you both shake your head. Namjoon is slightly confused himself. Normally by 18 years old people have their other half assigned to them—him included. His partner’s name appeared on the inside of his palm when he was 15. But you and Jungkook were almost 22?

“Do you guys have one? That you just haven’t met yet?” Namjoon keeps his question low.

Again, you both shake your heads. Wow, Namjoon thinks. An idea suddenly pops into his head.

“Wait so—I have an idea,” Namjoon’s eyes light up.

“Oh god,” Jungkook mumbles.

“So if you guys don’t have partners and you two keep… doing it,” he pauses with a laugh, “Couldn’t we use your experience in our project?”

It takes a few moments for Namjoon’s words to register as your mouth falls agape. Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, unsure if he heard Namjoon correctly.

“Hyung, didn’t you just hear her say not to tell anyone?” Jungkook deadpans.

“I mean we don’t have to specify names,” Namjoon quickly elaborates, “I mean you guys did some research right? You’ve read all the horrible stuff that happens to people who go against nature.”

Yeah, you did read about that stuff and it absolutely terrified you. But even after hooking up with Jungkook and other suitors in your life—nothing bad had happened to you, so if anything, this research exists to only frighten people.

“Namjoon, I get what you’re saying but—I don’t know, we might not even hook up again,” you laugh waving your hand off.

“Wait, why not?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly goes to a higher pitch, his eyes looking at you quickly. Namjoon chuckles at the exchange. Namjoon had known Jungkook a long time and he’s never seen him want this much validation from a female—ever.

“I mean,” you pause looking at the dark haired boy beside you, “I didn’t know if—“

“Yeah yeah, work out this shit later,” Namjoon interrupts, “But I don’t know, just something to keep in mind over the rest of the semester.”

With that, the conversation ended and the three of you managed to begin typing up your report. Occasionally, you would bump Jungkook’s knee here and there just to see his reaction. He would smile although not sparing a glance at you. By the end of your study session, all three of you got a good start on the project and Jungkook’s hand rested on your thigh the whole night and you knew it didn’t belong anywhere else.

.

Weeks later, yours and Jungkook’s relationship became slightly more complicated. While you two managed to stay cordial in class and hide whatever the hell was going on between you two—once you two were alone, all bets were fucking off. Jungkook would come to your place or you would go to his when his roommates were out and he would fuck you into the mattress until you were nearly screaming. It was good—he was good—and quickly you felt yourself starting to catch feelings for him. You knew that was dangerous territory considering a name might pop up on your body any day, so as hard as it was, you repressed your feelings for him. You were unsure of how Jungkook felt. As better as he was at talking now and he did trust you, he wasn’t one for deep talk unless he had a few glasses of wine in his system. You were fine with that though, knowing it was probably for the better.

You had thought everything was going good—Jungkook, classes, exams, your project, keeping up with Taehyung and Jimin—until it all came crashing down one afternoon at your apartment.

It was a Friday afternoon and you had invited Jungkook over to… well… get your brains fucked out. You like to think you are a smart girl but today, you were being a grade ass dumbass because you had completely forgotten about your lunch date with Taehyung and Jimin.

Normally, Taehyung wouldn’t have cared if you had missed one day with him but as your best friend of years and years—he noticed something had been off with you lately. Slightly more… flakey than normal. Jimin noticed it too. So when Taehyung found himself outside of your apartment that Friday afternoon, what he saw—shook him to his core.

You and Jungkook had just gotten out of the shower after going at it like bunnies for a good hour. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, placing his lips around yours and down your neck, leaving barely there marks behind of your ears.

“Jungkook—stop,” you push his bare chest away as you heard someone knocking on your door. He gives you a shit-eating grin, staying back in the hallway as you go to the door, holding the towel up around your body tight.

You open the door and your face fell instantly. Fuck.

“Taehyung? Jimin?” Your voice shakes, “W-what are you doing here?”

Without any warning Taehyung and Jimin step into your apartment and you begin to panic.

“What the hell Y/N, you’ve bailed on us without explanation three times now!” Taehyung says dramatically, “I mean damn I know Jimin and I are disgusting sometimes but the least you can do is give a heads—what’s that?” Taehyung’s eyes land on your neck and you step away from him, holding your towel closer to you.

“N-nothing,” you stutter. “I’m s-sorry I forgot about lunch, I’ve been really busy lately,” your excuse is lame, but you have nothing else.

“Busy?” Taehyung says eyeing you up and down, “I can see that.”

“Y/N hey where is—“ your eyes roll into the back of your head as Jungkook enters your living room at just the wrong time. No, he didn’t know it was Taehyung and Jimin, but it still doesn’t make you happy. Especially since he’s just wearing sweatpants, his hair wet like yours, compromising your secret.

“Whoa,” Jimin suddenly laughs looking at the scene. “This the quiet one?” He points over at Jungkook. Jungkook pouts—what are they talking about?—he thinks to himself.

“Holy shit Y/N what are you doing?” Taehyung doesn’t seem as enthusiastic. He looks over at Jungkook and you swear you see Taehyung salivate inside his mouth, “I mean I get why you’re doing it but, c’mon isn’t this risky?”

“I know you’re probably confused,” you bite your lip nervously. “I shouldn’t have kept this from you.”

“Yeah no shit,” he genuinely seems angry, an emotion not common to him. “We’re best friends Y/N.”

“Tae, c’mon it’s really none of our business,” Jimin steps in trying to help you out.

“It is too my business when he could potentially hurt her,” Taehyung crosses his arms. Jungkook seems taken aback by his comment and he steps towards you from behind.

“I mean I like her,” Jungkook’s voice quickly speaks up, startling you from behind. You turn your body to look at him, his eyes meeting yours.

“You do?” Your voice comes out in a squeak, a smile spreading on your face like a wildfire.

“You do?” Taehyung asks this time, looking between you two. He looks at his partner Jimin who specializes in this stuff. Jimin nods at Taehyung for reassurance.

“Yeah, a lot actually,” Jungkook steps closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder to pull you close to his chest. You try to hide your embarrassingly huge smile.

Taehyung’s body visibly falters, his eyes going back to his usual soft gaze. Taehyung knew you deserved happiness and if Jungkook made you happy—who was he to stop that?

“I’m sorry again for keeping this from you, it’s just we didn’t want…”

“No I get it,” he nods, “But don’t do that shit again,” he gives you a smile. As warm as Jungkook’s embrace is, you step away and give yourself to Taehyung’s arms.

“You’re the best,” you mumble into his chest.

“Bitch, I know,” his chest rumbles against yours. Jungkook watches you and Taehyung embrace, his heart swelling. Goddamn—maybe he is in a little too deep. At this point, he doesn’t care though. If anything, he wants to make you happy and he’d be damned to let the universe stop that.

.

It was officially Halloween. Nearly three months after you and Jungkook first crossed paths and met, the two of you were also “official”. Neither of you can recall the exact date it happened, but it was not long after Taehyung and Jimin busted you two. You and Jungkook had decided to not tell that many people outside of your inner circle—neither of you wanting to deal with the glares and questions. You didn’t have a name attached on your body and he didn’t either, so what were you guys doing wrong? Nothing. He was yours and you were his and you haven’t been this happy in a long time.

Jungkook, though his Virgo nature being quite selfish sometimes, was always sweet, caring, checking in on you, surprising you with flowers, genuine, and opened up some of his deepest fears to you. You had been on cloud nine for months all because of him. You had probably thanked Namjoon at least six different occasions for dragging you over to meet them way back when. Namjoon was happy for you two—though being as quizzical as he was—he had his concerns, though he never outright voiced them.

Jimin being how he was, had his concerns too. Everyone around you and Jungkook saw how you two were infatuated around each other. Jimin had never seen two people who weren’t soulmates have the connection you two had. It worried him for many reasons, which is why he’s voicing them to Taehyung right now.

“Babe, I don’t know,” Jimin says as him and Taehyung somehow got on the topic of you and Jungkook. “Don’t you think they’re moving really fast?” He questions.

Taehyung looks at his partner, a confused expression crossing his features, “Why do you say that? As long as Y/N is happy, I don’t really care who dicks her down at night, soulmate or not.”

Jimin lets out a laugh before shaking his head, “I mean, in all my case studies I’ve never seen two people like that.”

Taehyung deadpans his boyfriend, “Jimin, you of all people should know that’s not true.”

Jimin nods, immediately understanding where he is coming from. “I know. I’m just worried one of them will get hurt. A name is destined to show up on them eventually.”

Taehyung grinds his teeth, “Y/N has never been one to feed into that stuff so I’m not sure she would care anyways.”

“But she should Tae,” Jimin says, “Jungkook too. I mean there’s serious repercussions to messing with nature.”

“Well they’re fine now, aren’t they?” by Taehyung’s response—Jimin isn’t even sure if he full listening to him. Taehyung being good with numbers and business, he doesn’t fully grasp the concepts of soulmates like Jimin does. For Jimin—it’s his studies, his passion, his life.

“Yeah but—“ Jimin gets cut off by a harsh knock on his apartment door.

“They’re here,” Taehyung smiles walking over to get the door, “Don’t say anything sketch okay?” he warns Jimin as he opens the door.

You nearly fall on your ass as Taehyung opens the door. Jungkook pulls you back with a laugh as you walk into Jimin’s apartment.

“Tae! Chim!” You smile widely, throwing your arms around Taehyung’s neck tightly. You stumble in your heels and Taehyung’s hands steady you, a rumble in his chest.

“Jesus Y/N. How much have you drank already?” He exasperates, glancing over at Jungkook.

“I told her to slow down,” Jungkook puts his hands up in defense. You giggle letting go of your friend to quickly hug Jimin too. “She doesn’t listen to me,” he adds with a laugh.

“I’m fine guys,” you say glancing at Taehyung’s and Jimin’s costumes.”Really? Pirates?”  

“Hey!” Taehyung defends, “How much more cliché could you two get? A doctor and a nurse?!”

You glance over at Jungkook in his scrubs and white coat and down your body. A slutty red and white nurse’s uniform complete with thigh highs hug your figure and you quite liked it, mainly because watching Jungkook shift uncomfortably every time he glanced at you made you feel accomplished.

“Hey, we look hot,” you point at Taehyung’s chest, stumbling backwards again. Jungkook decides to pull you to his side, not wanting you to fall on your ass for real this time.

“Come on babe, slow down,” Jungkook mumbles as he wraps his arms around your front, glancing down your cleavage from behind. You nudge his stomach with your elbow.

“I’m a big girl,” you pout, “So are we going or what?”

“Yeah, just waiting on the address,” Jimin smiles waving his phone in the air.

A few moments pass, chatter between the four of you ensues. You loved your little group. Taehyung and Jimin welcomed Jungkook with open arms, the four of you going out on double dates, grabbing coffee, watching movies, and studying all became weekly occurrences. You were always so scared to dive into another relationship given your age and circumstance, but you swore that someway and somehow—you and Jungkook were meant to be together.

Twenty minutes later, the four of you step out of your Uber and make your way towards the new bar that opened near your campus. It was opening weekend and a Halloween party was obviously necessary. You held onto Jungkook’s hand tightly as you made your way inside the crowded area. You immediately aimed your way to the bar, ordering a vodka-soda, Jungkook ordering some soju.

“Don’t blackout on me now,” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you, watching the way you take a huge sip of your drink.

“I said I’m a big girl,” you stand your ground, “I bet I can put away twice as many drinks as you.”

“Don’t listen to her Jungkook,” Taehyung says grabbing his own mixed drink, “She likes to spit nonsense when she’s drunk.”

“Oh trust me, I know,” he smirks at you and roll your eyes at him. Jungkook leans down and you peck his lips lightly—the same butterflies swirling in your stomach all these months later. Jimin watches the interaction closely. He knows exactly how you and Jungkook feels, but he still can’t shake the uneasiness deep in his gut.

“Come on, let’s dance,” you smile up at your boyfriend tugging on his arm. The music was loud and good, you were not just going to stand around. Jungkook nods quickly as you finish your drink, leaving Taehyung and Jimin behind at the bar.

Your heels made you more even with Jungkook’s height tonight as you threw your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer to you. His hands grip you waist tightly, wanting every guy here to know that you were his. For some reason, for whatever fucking reason—Jungkook felt inclined to protect you. As you sing whatever song was playing loudly, Jungkook found himself smiling and laughing at you. His chest twisted and his heart thumped. He still pinched himself when he woke up in the mornings. How did he get so lucky in this fucked world of destiny? If you weren’t meant for him, then who was?

You turn around pushing your back to his front. He holds you close as you both sway to the music as if it’s only you and him against the world. He smiles into your neck, kissing your delicate skin once in awhile. He spins you out from him and spins you back in quickly, your mind going dizzy.

“Hey careful,” you whine as you turn to him once again, “I’m drunk you know.”

“I thought you were a big girl,” he teases you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Maybe not when I’m drunk,” you yell-whisper into his ear. He laughs, pulling you into a kiss. To any wondering eye, it would look as if you two were soulmates among other destined couples. Maybe that was the point? To fake it and then it becomes real?

Your heart swells at the thought. Jungkook studies your face intently, knowing that uttering his next words could be real dangerous but when you flash your gorgeous smile at him—he knows he has to say it.

“Wanna know a secret?” He asks.

“Sure.”

“I love you,” the words spill from his mouth. Your movements stop and you swear your drunkeness subsides momentarily.

“W-what?” You stutter. Did you hear him correctly?

“I know we’re drunk and this isn’t the best time but yeah,” he nods, “I love you Y/N.”

You head spins and you heart drops into your stomach. A smile creeps up onto your face.

“Really?” you ask, your eyes similar to those of a puppy. Jungkook nods, biting his lip. Will you say it back? “Thank fucking god, I thought I was the only one,” you say dramatically.

He furrows his eyebrows, chuckling, “Really?”

“Jeon Jungkook I fucking love you too,” you say, “I was waiting on you to say it.”

Once again he laughs, “Babe you can’t wait on stuff, you gotta go after what you want.”

“Well I already have you, don’t I?” You point out, “Come on, let’s go home.”

“Why? We’ve have one drink babe,” he says as you’re tugging on his hand.

“I know,” you look at him with a devilish smirk, “But I wanna fuck you and I’m not doing that in this bar.”

Jungkook’s face falls, blood rushing to his cock. “Fair enough.”

.

November is cold, which means December is going to be even colder. The days get shorter and your nights get longer as you try to prepare for finals in the next few weeks. Currently you’re bundled in two layers of clothing in the back of the library with Namjoon, adding the finishing touches on your final project that’s also due soon. Jungkook had to attend a seminar for one of his classes this evening which is why he’s MIA.

“Lucky shit,” Namjoon remarks when you explain your boyfriend’s absence. It was still strange to refer to him as your boyfriend.

“Would you honestly want to be lectured about how building muscles in the key to life right now?” You raise an eyebrow at him pointedly. Jungkook could even admit as a sports medicine major some of the people and things he learns about is absolute horseshit.

Namjoon laughs, “Touche.”

You’re working on the presentation aspect of you project while Namjoon is typing away at the research paper. As much as you despised the soulmate hoopla, reading about this stuff was very interesting. You had read how soulmates are apparently linked and of course, there is truly only one person meant for you. You rolled your eyes at these statements. If that was true, then why have you still not been given a name? There were so many questions that were just unanswerable that you couldn’t get over. Sure, the soulmate thing worked for some you couldn’t lie about that. At the end of the day though, perhaps you were one of the lucky ones—not bound by a name and given free reign over who is in the same spot as you.

“How’s everything going with you two by the way?” Namjoon asks curiously. His eyes haven’t left his computer screen so you oppose looking back at him when you answer.

“Good,” you smile slightly, “It’s still weird to think that we’re together,” you laugh at your statement.

He smiles to himself, “Weird for you? How about weird for me? I introduced the two of you being Jungkook is shy twat.”

“I know, I know,” you reach across the table and squeeze Namjoon’s hand playfully, “Which is why I’ve thanked you how many times now?”

“Yeah yeah, you only. Jungkook hasn’t given me his thanks yet.”

“I wouldn’t expect him too.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” he smiles with another stifled laugh as you two try to keep quiet. “So nothing’s really happened between you two?”

He’s referring to your project which you hastily agreed on letting yours and Jungkook’s “experience” to be first hand research.

You shake your head, “No. By the fifth time we had sex I was expecting to “feel excruciating pain deep within my chest as the universe tries to pull me away” him,” you quote one of the claims made by a well-known and well respected researcher. It was almost comical—how could anyone believe this stuff?

“Okay, TMI,” he puts his hands up.

“Hey this was your idea,” you remind him.

“It’s just wild to me,” he says, “I mean we grow up thinking there’s someone out there only meant for us and you and Jungkook… just don’t have one?” He looks off in the distance and you’re not sure if you should be offended by his statement—though Namjoon is a realist and he’s very logical so everything he’s saying is true.

“We have each other,” you shrug, “That’s good enough for me. I love him for who he is,” you almost feel heat coming to your face but you push it down.

“That’s how I feel about Kaya,” he almost smiles.

You look at him curiously—Namjoon hardly ever speaks of his soulmate. They’ve been together for a long time but she goes to university a couple hours from here so they don’t get to see each other as often as they would like.

“Can I see?” You whisper. He furrows his eyebrows, confused. “Your mark, I mean.”

Namjoon looks down at his left hand before nodding, opening his palm for you. In faint white writing, almost skin color—is the name Kaya in beautiful cursive. It makes your heart strings feel heavy for a moment. You knew you didn’t need a name to find love but you had always been curious about what it would be like to dawn one.

“Did it hurt? When it showed up?”

He shakes his head, “Not really, just kind like a little sting.”

“Why do you think I don’t have one? And Jungkook too?”

Your question catches him off guard. Honestly if anyone could answer this question, it was Park Jimin but he obviously wasn’t here. Namjoon was smart though—maybe he had good theories.

“I honestly don’t know,” he says softly, “I feel all the research of this stuff only applies for people who have one.”

You snort, “Right.”

“I mean you can never say never though,” he shakes his head, “Just because society has said before eighteen, that could be bullshit for all we know. You saw how in some of these articles, some names showed up in people’s early and mid-twenties too.”

“Yeah… and then what?”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“It’s just seems so unfair that I can see Jungkook in my life after college and that could be taken away so easily. Or I could be taken away from him… it’s just so fucked don’t you think?” You don’t even realize how shaky your tone is, but Namjoon picks it up.

“Are you worried about that?”

Your mouth goes dry, “I like to think he’s the one for me,” you say after a few seconds of silence.

He bites his lip, unsure of what to say next, “Well maybe he is,” he offers trying to lighten your mood.

You look down at your hands, inspecting your wrist and fingers carefully. Your stomach churns at your next thought.

“And what if he isn’t?” You glance back to find his eyes staring holes into you.

“Then it wasn’t meant to be. I’d like to think the universe isn’t wrong.”

You nod slowly taking in his words. Sure you and Jungkook had been official for awhile now and you hoped that this feeling with him would never end. You liked to think the universe isn’t wrong either and maybe that’s why you and Jungkook found each other—cause it was meant to be.

Yours and Namjoon’s conversation stuck with you the rest of the evening. Jungkook had picked you up from the library in his black Mercedes around 8 PM. Even though it was a Wednesday, you and Jungkook had been staying at each other’s places more often than not. With your only roommate being away in Europe for study abroad, it was nice having him stay with you.

Jungkook noticed something was bothering you as he drove back to your place as you didn’t say much to him. You gripped his hand tightly in yours but the way your eyes didn’t meet his— it worried him. He became even more worried when you didn’t want to eat dinner after he had picked up your favorite takeout. It was his treat to you since he was unable to come to the library tonight.

“I’m just not that hungry,” you said pushing around the Chinese food with your chopsticks. You were both sat on your couch, your feet up in his lap watching some romantic-comedy TV show—Jungkook’s choosing—not yours.

“You’re always hungry,” he says poking at your leg to try to get a smile from you. Nothing. He furrows his eyebrows at you though you don’t even notice it as you’re looking away from him.

“What’s up babe?” Jungkook’s question takes you out of your thoughts. Were you that obvious?

“Hm?” You glance at him, trying to play your emotions off.

“You’re just being so… quiet?” He says softly, setting down his plate on the coffee table. He shifts his body to your frame, a hand holding up his head on the back of the couch.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, “Just have a lot on my mind.”

“Y/N you can tell me anything you know,” he rubs the back of your calves. The motion alone relaxes you significantly and you still don’t know how someone has this affect over you.

You pause, unsure if you should voice your worries to him. Would they cause problems between you two if you said what you were actually thinking? Was Namjoon right? “It’s just Namjoon and I were talking tonight and—“

“What did he say to you?” Jungkook quickly interrupts with a harsh tone. As much as Jungkook loved Namjoon like a brother—he was too brash and sometimes that lead to hurt feelings.

“It’s nothing he said it just got me thinking,” you shake your head aimlessly, looking behind Jungkook’s head at the wall.  He doesn’t say anything wanting you to continue. “Don’t you worry about the future?”

Jungkook purses his lips, thinking deeply about your question before answering honestly.

“Everyday,” he says, “But I like to live for now, in the present… why are you asking?”

“What are we supposed to do if we’re separated, huh?” The words tumble from your mouth, your tone not the sweetest. You tense up in Jungkook’s hands and he notices your demeanor quickly changing.

“Why are you saying that Y/N?” His voice is confused and heavy.

“Because I fucking love you Jungkook and I don’t want you taken away from me, that’s why,” you let out a deep breath, pushing yourself up and off the couch. Jungkook watches you as you stand up and walk towards the kitchen. You’re clearly distressed about something. Slowly, he rises to his feet sauntering over to your frame that’s staring down at the sink.

“Y/N,” his voice is low behind you. Your knuckles are nearly white from gripping the side of the counter so hard. You felt tears pricking in your eyes that you had to force away. Jungkook wraps his arms around your front and you lean back into his frame.

He rests his head on your shoulder, “Baby I get it, okay? I know it’s scary not knowing what the hell is wrong with people like us—“

“That’s the problem Jungkook,” you say, “There’s something wrong with us and it’s fucked up. How do we know that this, us, is okay?”

“Listen I know you don’t believe in destiny and all that stuff but,” he pauses nuzzling into your neck, “But I do and I feel like if this, us—isn’t meant to be, then what is?”

You lean your head on his before you reluctantly turn your body around, your hands sliding behind his torso.

“How are you so sure?” You mutter meeting his gaze. His eyes are worried for you but still deep down, they have a light and wonder you’ve never fully understood.

He gives you a tiny smile, brushing his nose against yours, “Because I love you, okay? Like I’ve never loved anyone more before, I promise you, we’ll be fine. You will be fine.”

The weight from your shoulders is lifted as Jungkook’s words reassure you. He had such a hopeless romantic complex about him, you were sure he knew everything right to say to make you feel better. He was right—the odds of you two being this late in the game and meeting can’t be coincidental. He was yours and you were his—that’s all that mattered.

“Are you good now?” He raises his eyebrows at you and you nod against his forehead, leaning forward to peck his lips.

“Much better,” you then say. Jungkook chases his mouth with yours again before pulling away after a brief kiss.

“Good because I had something important to ask you anyways,” he says giving you some space.

Your eyes bulge, a worried look instantly spreading on your features, “You’re not asking me to marry you, are you? After what we just—“

He shakes his head with a laugh, “No, not right now at least,” he continues to laugh and your heart lurches at the thought. “But I was gonna ask if you wanted to come to Busan with me, for Christmas?”

You are taken aback by his question, your mouth parting unsure of what to say.

“Like go home with you?” He nods at your question, “And meet your family?” He nods again.

“I know we haven’t been together that long but I’d figure I would offer,” he shrugs.

“Do your parents know about us?”

“I mentioned someone to them on the phone the other day.”

“Do they know the full situation?” you ponder. You two weren’t soulmates and meeting parents was a huge step.

“No,” he says, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t fake it,” a smirk spreads on his lips.

“Jungkook, I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”

“None of my ideas are the best ideas let’s be real,” he chuckles, “And I’m not saying you have to go, but if you want to the offer is there.”

You bite your lip as your eyes meet. The stove light was shining on his face so his small scar was prominent. It would be nice you suppose, meeting his brother who gave him that scar and his parents too. You had never met any of your significant other’s parents—Jungkook really must believe in you two then.

“I’ll think about it,” you smile up at him, squeezing your arms tightly around his frame. He nods before leaning down, kissing you once again gently. Your night ends with you finally eating your food and Jungkook in your bed making you feel better than anyone ever has. It was perfect.

WINTER

“And how, may I ask,” your professor’s voice is the first to ask a question when you are done speaking, “Did the three of you manage to maintain data regarding the intimacy of two people whose souls are not bound yet?”

Your eyes flicker over to Namjoon and Jungkook. You’re about to respond but Namjoon beats you to it.

“Professor Jung, we know it can seem like we made up part of our research but,” he pauses, “But we trust the individuals who relayed us this information in the past three months and out of respect for them… we ask for you not to probe too much.”

Your professor’s eyebrows raise at Namjoon’s comment. His eyes flicker between the three of you, unable to decipher Namjoon’s passive aggressiveness. You were thankful he decided to answer the question, because you’re sure that you would have been too nice about it. Why can’t this jackass just take the information you are presenting and shove it up his ass?  

“I see,” he breathes in deeply, “It just seems very hard for me to wrap my head around the argument that you’ve presented, when there’s so much research saying the opposite. The effects of intimacy is sacred for soul bonded people. Horrible illnesses and other things can happen to these people that go against nature.”

“It does seem that way professor,” you chime in, “But perhaps it’s time for new, more in-depth research to be done on this subject. These independent relationships may not work for everyone but in this case—it has.”

He chews on the end of his pen, “I agree wholeheartedly and though I still have my doubts about your research, I cannot deny the three of you have presented me with a topic that no one ever has before. The psychology behind soul-binding, sex, and relationships is amazing and endless… and isn’t the point of life to ask questions?” He seems to have lost somewhat focus on the three of you. What an idiot.  

“Exactly,” Jungkook nods sending you a quick wink. You chew on your bottom lip to avoid from grinning. “As they say, we learn something new everyday.”

“That you are correct Mr. Jeon,” he say points to your boyfriend. “Well, I think you three have presented a wonderful project and I look forward to reading your research paper for further depth. Expect a grade by the end of the week. Thank you, it was… mostly a pleasure having you in my class,” his eyes glance at you briefly and it takes all of you not to launch at him over his stupidly expensive desk.

“Thank you professor. Have a good winter break,” Namjoon smiles. The three of you leave the small conference room attached to his office. Thankfully, you did not have to present your project in front of the entire class.

You let out a groan of relief when the cold winter air welcomes you outside. “Thank god that’s over!” You smile up at the sky.

Jungkook throws an arm around your shoulder to pull you in close, “What grade do you think we’ll get hyung?” He smiles at Namjoon who is digging around for his phone.

“Hopefully an A. With the bullshit you were feeding him? I think he loved it, he was just being a hardass because of Y/N,” he motions to you.

You’re mouth falls open, “Hey! It’s not my fault he doesn’t like me! He’s a raging psychotic sexist,” you huff crossing your arms over you.

“Uh huh,” Namjoon hums, “First day straggler.”

You narrow your eyes at him before Jungkook nudges you, “C’mon I’m freezing, let’s go home,” he whines and you give him a small nod.  

“I’ll see you after break?” You ask the dimpled man in front of you.

He smiles, “Yeah for sure. But I gotta go—I have a plane to catch later tonight.”

“Where are you going?” This is even news to Jungkook.

“Oh, Kaya and I are going to Europe for two weeks, should be fun,” he looks down at his phone, “Oh shit, yeah I gotta go, Merry Christmas!” He waves at you two before running off in the opposite direction to the bus stop.

“Europe? I wanna go to Europe,” you pout looking up at Jungkook. He gives you a peck on the lips, your pout irrespective.

“We’ll go one day. It’s fun,” he says as you two begin to walk towards the student parking lot.

“You’ve been?”

“A few countries there, yeah,” he nods intertwining your fingers. Jeez, the amount of things and places Jungkook has been in his 22 years made your life look boring as hell. “Like I said, we’ll go—I promise,” is the last thing he says before you two get into his car.

The car ride is mostly a comfortable silence on the way to your place. His hand rests on your thigh, holding you tighter whenever he takes a turn.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” Jungkook asks suddenly getting your attention.

“It’s not that I don’t want to Jungkook,” you say, “It’s just Taehyung said he was going to be here by himself all break and when he asked, I felt bad.”

He pouts giving you a glance, “I know but I’ll be lonelyyy,” he drags out.

“You have your whole family babe,” you laugh at his childish demeanor.

“Yeah but I’m not exactly into cuddling my brother when I go to sleep,” he mutters and you swat his arm. “And you’re telling me I have to go two weeks without having sex?!”

“Jungkook,” you roll your eyes with a laugh, “You’re starting to sound like Professor Jung with your concerns about sex.”

“Duh,” he says, “Why do you think I liked him so much?”

“I hate you,” you deadpan and you gives you a shit-eating grin.

“I love you too.”

.

The next couple days Jungkook stays at your place completely, not wanting to leave your side before he has to go to Busan for two weeks. He was very disappointed that you didn’t want to go to Busan with him, but he knew Taehyung was your best friend and you were bound to do anything for him.

“I can’t believe you’re trusting me with your car,” you say pulling into the train station parking garage. His Mercedes was a low-ground sports car, complete with a V8 engine and custom leather seats. You were still blown away that Jungkook had this car in college. You assumed that his parents must have money because you didn’t know how else to explain it.

Jungkook was nervous watching you drive his baby. When you would press on the gas or the breaks a little too hard he could felt his heart stop for a second.

“Yeah just please be careful,” he pleads as you park perfectly. You put his car in park and turn to him.

“Don’t you trust me?” You blink your lashes at him. He smirks adjusting the beanie on his head.

“I do,” he says, “Mostly.”

“Let’s make a deal Jeon,” you suggest as you help him unload his bags from the trunk. Jungkook was like a woman bringing two full suitcases and a duffle bag with him for a two week trip.

“Shoot babe,” he says.

“If nothing happens to your car in these two weeks—which it won’t—you can treat me for being a good girl,” you smirk up at him and he visibly gulps, rolling his tongue in his cheek. He thought your morning sex would have been enough but he wonder’s if he should take you into a bathroom at the train station and fuck your brains out again before he leaves.

“Deal,” he manages to choke out, going against his previous thought. Goddamn he was so in love with you he wasn’t sure he could make it without you for two weeks. In the five months you have known each other this was going to be longest time spent apart.

As you approach the ticket counter for Jungkook to check in, you start to feel a sadness settling in your heart and stomach. You felt like you were being dramatic about not seeing Jungkook for two weeks but he had become such an important role in your happiness—it was going to be weird not seeing him everyday. He truly was your other half.

“Alright I gotta head to my platform,” Jungkook says giving you a weak smile. “Thanks for driving me here.”

You try your best to muster up a smile, “No problem.”

He quickly pulls you in for a hug, encasing your frame around his tightly. You inhale his scent deeply so you won’t forget it in the next couple weeks.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he mumbles into your ear.

You pull your head out of his chest, “As long as you don’t miss me too much.”

God you two were disgusting.

He smiles leaning down a for kiss, you close the gap between you two. You only kiss for a moment not wanting to catch any unwanted attention.

“I love you,” you smile at him.

“I love you too,” he says, suddenly reaching into the deep pocket of his large sweatshirt. “Here,” he hands over a tiny box wrapped in Christmas paper and an envelope taped to the bottom of it.

“Jungkook,” you look at him and then the present, “We said we weren’t going to give each other presents.”

“I know but I couldn’t resist. I just thought of you when I saw it.”

“Thank you,” your heart flutters and you give him one last peck before he has to leave.  

“Merry Christmas,” he says, “I’ll let you know when I arrive.”

“Merry Christmas Jungkook.”

A brief walk back to Jungkook’s car has your heart in shambles. As you watched him leave for his platform, you couldn’t help but think you should have went with him. Taehyung would have understood—but that also meant meeting his parents and you weren’t sure that was a good idea just yet.

You settled into the driver seat of his car, carefully tearing the wrapping from the small box. Your eyes widen when you open it, a baby teal box revealing a beautiful ring on the inside. A gold band shines in the light, a small circular diamond in the middle shines even brighter.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out, quickly ripping open the envelope that he also gave you. It contained a cheesy Christmas card, his handwriting scribbling—

Merry Christmas Y/N. You’ve changed my life in more ways than one. I’m just one call away and I’ll always be here for you.

Cheesy I know—but you know cheesy is my middle name.

I love you.

Jungkook

.

“Jesus Christ Y/N!” Taehyung exclaims when you show him your new accessory on your hand. “This must have been thousands of dollars,” he grabs your hand to inspect the jewelry. “Tiffany too? What kind of money is Jungkook’s parent’s shitting out for him to give you this?”

“Hey now, he does well with his photography,” you pinch in, noting that he began selling pieces after much consideration.

“I know I know but damn,” he moves your hand around to see the light catching in the diamond. “When did he give you this?”

“The other day when I dropped him off at the train station.”

“Wow… I think you’ve won in the boyfriend category Y/N,” his eyes still haven’t left your finger and you know it’s the alcohol in his system that is keeping him mesmerized.

“It’s not a competition dumbass,” you spew at him.

“What did you get him? An amazing blowjob topped with a new lens for his cameras?”

You laugh at Taehyung’s words, “I’m more mad at the fact the he even bought it, we said we weren’t going to give each other gifts.”

“Well shit Y/N he basically proposed to you—that’s not a gift, is it?” His glassy, wine drunk eyes look at you curiously.

You pull your hand away from him, laying back down against your couch.

“Tae,” you mutter, feeling slightly tipsy yourself, “Do you think Jungkook and I will last?”

Taehyung leans back beside you, exhaling a deep breathe heavily. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments. The silence isn’t uncomfortable but it makes you nervous.

“Yeah,” he says, his eyes looking straight ahead, his tone real and understanding. Taehyung couldn’t voice it—no matter how much he wanted to over the months of you relationship with Jungkook—but he knew what you were going through in more ways than one.

“Really?” You look at him, nuzzling your head into his outstretched arm. He looks down at you before nodding.

“If you two want it to work… it will,” his voice deep and serious.

“How do you know that though?” You mutter, your tone down and pessimistic.

He breathes in deeply, “I just do… I know you two love each other. Anyone can see it Y/N. Don’t doubt anything unless you’ve been given a reason to doubt.”

Taehyung was always more philosophical when he was drinking and this proves that even more.

“Trust me,” his deep voice adds when you don’t say anything immediately .

“What would I do without you?” You finally muster looking up at him.

He smirks, “Lose your mind, that’s what.”

“Give me more credit than that asshole,” you push against his torso.

He laughs before responds with, “Hell no.”

“Well, should we open up our presents?” You give him a small smile glancing at the gifts that were lazily strewn on the floor. Your miniature Christmas tree was slightly pathetic—but it was better than nothing you suppose.

“Sure, but don’t expect another item from Tiffany alright?” He muses as he stands up to grab his gifts for you.

“Fuck off,” you laugh reaching your hands out as he places a bag and a box wrapped in front of you. You were sure Jimin wrapped these given how perfect they were.

“You first,” he gives you a warm smile. You dig into the bag first as it is less to unwrap. Your mouth drops open when you pull out a box of condoms, Taehyung stifling a laugh behind his smile.

“Taehyung are you kidding me?” You’re trying hard not to laugh either. He fucking would.

“Ultra thin… thought they would come in handy since, you know, you two fuck like bunnies,” he sends over a wink and you’re quick to flip him off. You open his next present which happens to be a coat you’ve been eyeing for the past few weeks, but hesitant to buy due to the $300 price tag.

“Tae, you didn’t have to get me this,” you marvel at the thick material, the baby blue color just the one you wanted. “This is too expensive—“

“Babe it’s fine,” he shakes his head, “I know you need some help with our wardrobe so I’m only offering my services,” he says matter of factly.

You move the box away from you and throw your arms around his neck. He hugs you tightly and in this moment you realize how happy your are. You perhaps have the best boyfriend and best friend of anyone you know. You didn’t think anything would change that.

“Here,” you pass Taehyung over your present and he quickly rips the paper off. He looks like a little kid on Christmas morning and you decide to pour more wine as he fidgets with the box.

“Shit Y/N!” He smiles widely, “Holy shit you didn’t have to get me this,” he takes his gift out of the box. He smiles widely at the leather bag you got him. Not a cheap price tag either—but it was Taehyung’s favorite bag and his old one was not cutting it anymore.

“It’s fine,” you shake your head, gulping down your white wine quickly. You two were quite drunk at this point.

“Jeez,” he shakes his head pulling you into another bone crushing hug, “Fuck Jimin and Jungkook. Let’s just get married, you and me kid.”

You laugh at his words, “Trust me, if you were straight I would take you up on that.”

The rest of your evening is spent with watching “How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” more wine, and endless laughter with your best friend.

.

It’s about 5 AM when you wake up in your bed with a busting headache and a stomach ache that has you doubled over on your toilet. Fuck, did you really drink that much? Your question is answered when everything in your stomach is coming up through your esophagus. You don’t know how long you sit on your knees, hands on the toilet throwing up your guts.

“Y/N?” Taehyung appears at your bathroom door rubbing his eyes, “Whoa, are you okay?” He quickly comes down behind you, holding your hair back and away from your face.

Finally after what seems like forever, you stop throwing up, resting your head on the porcelain.

“Yeah,” you groan, your throat raw and sore, “I guess I just drank too much.”

“Shit, do you need anything?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“Just some water please,” you tell him and he leaves to quickly get you a glass. “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself. You’re not sure the last time you were this hungover was. You knew you needed water and sleep—maybe that would alleviate the pain in your head and stomach.

You get back into bed a few moments later with Taehyung laying down beside you. He gives you your space and before you know it, both of you fall back to sleep.

You wake up again around 10 AM, your headache still busting but your stomach more settled now. You’re sipping tea watching another Christmas movie with Taehyung when your phone rings. A smile stretches on your face when you see Jungkook’s name pop up.

“Hey,” you answer the phone, sitting up from your position on the couch.

“Hey babe,” his voice brings comfort to your ears, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you say, “Did you have a good morning?”

Jungkook hesitates over the line before speaks again, “Uh, yeah… what about you?”

You furrow your eyebrows at his tone. He sounds… distant and unconfident with his words.

“I mean I’ve been better,” you laugh, watching Taehyung glance at you quickly.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Well I’m just really hungover, Taehyung really did a number on me with the wine last night,” you laugh again trying to ease whatever tension Jungkook is holding through the phone.

He chuckles nervously for a moment over the phone, “Well drink some water and rest okay?”

“I know, I’m gonna take it easy for the rest of the day,” you look at your nails that desperately need to be manicured.

“Yeah good,” is all he says and you purse your lips. Normally Jungkook is so talkative over the phone—what’s up with him?

“Babe are you okay?” You ask him with genuine concern. You would hate for him to be going through something and him not tell you. Taehyung gives you a weird look and you shrug your shoulders.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I’m just tired from all the Christmas hoopla I’ve had to do the past few days,” he says seeming to explain his demeanor, “But I’m gonna call you later okay? I’ve got a Christmas brunch to get ready for but I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas.”

You smile at his words, “Alright, have fun. I’ll talk to you later. Hurry home. I love you.”

“I’ll try I promise,” you can sense a small smile in his voice, “I love you too.” So much.

You stay sick for the next three days. Your body aches, your head hurts, and you’re still throwing up occasionally therefore you’ve barely had anything to eat the past three days. You and Taehyung are afraid you’ve picked up a small flu from someone. Despite this, Taehyung stays with you, not wanting to leave you alone sick like this.

Jimin gets back from home a couple days after you’ve fallen ill. Jimin being a medical guy himself, is unsure of what or who could have gotten you sick.

“As long as you don’t get and maintain a fever, I think you should be fine,” he says watching your frame on your couch. You had not felt this sick in so long and of course it had to be right before Jungkook got back home too.

“Should Jungkook come around her? He gets back when, tomorrow?” Taehyung asks you.

You nod, “Yeah, tomorrow evening,” you manage to say through your sore throat that feels like it’s actually on fire.

“I don’t think you’re contagious otherwise he would be sick too,” he motions to Taehyung, “He should be fine,” his voice is low and steady. His eyes don’t leave your frame though you’re too tired to notice Jimin’s intense stare.

You push yourself off of the couch, wanting to get some sleep in your bed. “I’m gonna take a nap, you guys don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.”

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a glance before nodding, “We can get some food and bring some back for you later?”

“That would be great Tae,” you smile at him, “Thanks guys.”

Jimin and Taehyung leave your apartment, locking the door behind them with Taehyung’s spare key.

“Do you think she’s really okay? I’ve never seen her like this,” Taehyung mumbles to Jimin as he pulls up directions to the nearest ramen restaurant near them.

Jimin’s throat goes dry and he hesitates, biting his lip, “Honestly, I think we’ll just have to see.”

Jimin’s words are uneasy in Taehyung’s mind—both of them equally worried for you.

. You are jumping out of the shower when you get a text from Jungkook.

[Jungkook ♥ 6:58 PM] I’m about an hour away. Can’t wait to see you.

You smile at his text, heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again. Today you woke up feeling a lot better—still not 100%—but you could actually stomach food today. Despite your illness, you didn’t really care at this point. You could wait to see Jungkook—you missed him so much more than you thought you would have.

[You 7:00 PM] Perfect. I’ll see you soon ♥

[Jungkook ♥ 7:02 PM] ♥

The train station is more crowded than it was went you sent Jungkook off. The masses of being returning from their holiday was immense and you were afriad you weren’t going to be able to find Jungkook through the masses.

Little to your knowledge, Jungkook had spotted you after he exited his platform—a beautiful baby blue coat hanging off of your frame—signaling where you stood. After not seeing your face for two weeks, he smiled to himself. You were so fucking beautiful to him and he loved you so much—it only made his heart hurt even more.

He hesitates walking towards your back that’s facing him. He takes in a deep breath before he wraps his arms around your front. You jump in his arms and turn around with the smile that makes his day. Today—it only breaks him even further.

“Jungkook,” you turn around and hug him tightly. Finally—he was home. He doesn’t say anything as he returns your hug, kissing you on the top of the head. He glances down at his arms, pulling his jacket sleeve down, making sure his watch wasn’t going anywhere.

After all, he was desperate to hide the name that was inked on his wrist that wasn’t yours.

.

JUNGKOOK

Christmas Eve—Busan

Jungkook’s tie is too tight around his neck. He swore to his mother that it was fine but her being as stubborn as she was, made sure to secure it so that not even she could move it. He pulls at his collar and his older brother, Junghyun laughs at him.

“You look like a little kid, pulling and tugging at that you know,” Junghyun eyes Jungkook and he rolls his eyes.

“It’s suffocating hyung—I’m not drunk enough for this bullshit,” Jungkook responds with a laugh.

It was their annual Christmas Eve party held by their father’s company and it was just as stuffy and rich as Jungkook remembers. Jungkook and his brother didn’t speak much about their wealth. They had both grown up with more money, toys, clothes, shoes, and vacations that they ever needed. They never once complained as they both know how incredibly lucky they were to have already lived 5 lives before turning 30. They did however, understand how tiring this lifestyle was.

Perhaps it is why neither Jungkook or Junghyun pursued business as a major—neither one wanted to have this much to handle on their plate. Thankfully, despite most of the people that associated with the Jeon family—their mother and father were humble and respected their sons’ decisions to make their own path. If it were up to their mother though, should would have her sons closer to Busan than so far away.

“Well, the night is still young,” his brother speaks again, handing Jungkook a glass of champagne.

“There you two are,” Yeri—Junghyun’s soulmate and partner appears from what seems to be out of thin air. “Hi my love,” she smiles up at Junghyun as he pulls her closer to his hip. “Jungkook, how are you?”  

“Pretty good, my tie is too tight,” he pouts.  

Yeri observes Jungkook, “I think it looks good?” She looks back up at his brother and he nods in agreement.

“I know, he’s just a baby,”  he remarks and Jungkook rolls his eyes.  

“Anyways, your mother is looking for you two—we’re about to eat dinner,” she informs and both of the brother’s nod.  

Jungkook follows closely behind them, weaving in and out of people to get to their designated table. Jungkook only recognizes a handful of people he passes even though they know exactly who he is. They find their table, their parents already seated and ready for dinner.

Jungkook smiles when he sees his mother, bending down to hug her.

“Hello Jungkook, Junghyun,” she greets her sons, “Yeri, please sit!”

He takes a seat right of his mom, Junghyun and Yeri to his left. His father is busy speaking with a business partner at the table to pay much attention to them. Jungkook grew up used to that though—his father always overworking himself, barely getting home before they had to go to bed. Despite this, he was still a great father in Jungkook’s eyes, providing and making them laugh every chance he got.

“What’s for dinner, Mrs. Jeon?” Yeri asks. Jungkook’s mother loved Yeri the moment she set her eyes on her all those years ago and nothing has changed.

“Oh, we’re having a little bit of everything—bulgogi, samgyeopsal, jajangmyeon, kimchi. I hope it’s good, we had to get a new caterer this year,” a sudden worry falls over he face but she quickly brushes it away.

“Perfect, I’m starved,” Jungkook mumbles, once again, mindlessly tugging at his collar. Jungkook’s mom swats his hand away.

“Quit it, you’re fine,” she scolds him and he settles in his seat, picking up his newly poured glass of red wine. It was true—he was starved and if he didn’t get food in his system quickly, he would probably become tipsy from a singular glass of champagne and wine.

The food arrives at each table in an orderly fashion as everyone finally takes their seats. A few words of thanks are spoken before everyone digs in, placing various meats on the grills in front of them. Commotion and chatter quickly fill the large hall. Jungkook is busy stuffing his mouth with noodles when suddenly his name is spoken across the table.

“Jungkook,” his father addresses him. He swallows his food quickly before raising an eyebrow in response. “You remember Mr. Kim, Seokjin’s father?”

The mention of Seokjin brings a wash of memories over Jungkook’s brain. He was an older kid that him and Junghyun used to play around with growing up.

“Yes, of course,” Jungkook slightly smiles to the elder.

“I can’t believe you’re almost done with university,” Mr. Kim compliments Jungkook, “What are you majoring in again?”

“Sports medicine,” Jungkook says feeling slightly intimidated by his stare. Suddenly Mr. Kim’s eyes glance down to Jungkook’s hand and he suddenly feels self conscious about his the ink colored on his fingers. He quickly retracts his hand under the table before he speaks again.

“Well that’s really good to hear,” he smiles warmly again, “Are you planning on furthering your education past undergrad?”

“Yes sir,” he nods, “I plan to pursue a sports physician or therapist within the next few years.”

He looks over at Jungkook’s father, “I don’t think your sons could be any more opposite than you and I,” he laughs and Jungkook’s father nods with a small smile.

“As long as they’re happy, that’s all that matters,” his father says. Jungkook glances at Junghyun, hoping he was paying some attention to the conversation so Jungkook could continue eating. He wasn’t.

“Yes I see,” Mr. Kim nods, “They will do good for themselves and their partners, I’m sure of it.”

The mention of the word partner gets Jungkook’s mother’s attention.

“Oh yes, Junghyun and Yeri have recently leased a house in Seoul,” she smiles proudly at her eldest. It was true—Junghyun was a practicing lawyer and Yeri was a court reporter so they were doing pretty well off even though they haven’t reached 30 yet.

“If only they could hurry up and get married,” she then adds with a laugh. Junghyun looks over and he grimaces, though no ill intent by the stare.

“Mom, we’ve told you. We’re settling our house and finances for another year or so, then we are,” he responds swiftly.

“Well, then it seems like Jungkook is due next,” Mr. Kim adds into the mix. Suddenly, Jungkook tenses up and his face falls. Oh how he wish you were here right now so he wasn’t alone in this.

“Well Jungkook does have a partner, right?” His mom looks over at him. Jungkook had mentioned you to his mom and dad but that was it—so this is news for Junghyun and Yeri who were carefully listening to his words. Jungkook was 22 after all—the clock was ticking.

“Yes mom,” he nods, “I invited her to Busan with me for the holidays but she decided to stay back home,” he explains.

“Ah, that’s too bad, we would have loved to meet her,” Mr. Kim says, “Next time though?’

Jungkook nods, a small smile present, “Next time.”

The conversation thankfully dies after that. As much as Jungkook wanted to talk about you—he was so hesitant for well, obvious reasons. His mom had the most questions about you and he answered all of them to her liking. She seemed to think their souls were bonded and wasn’t that the point he was trying to make? He wanted his mom to love you like he did and he was confident she would by the way her eyes lit up when he spoke about you.

“She seems lovely Jungkook,” she says, “And you just met her this year? After all this time?”

After all this time—yeah right. “Yeah, we had a class together.”

“Well I for one cannot wait to meet her,” she smiles taking a sip of her wine, “You should invite her again when you two graduate, you know we have to have a party to celebrate.”

Jungkook’s mouth goes dry but he nods quickly, just wanting to focus on the dessert that was being place in front of him.

“She would love that,” is all he says before he digs into his cheesecake. After a few glasses of wine, Jungkook had felt himself become a little tipsy and he knew he needed to slow down if he wanted to enjoy Christmas morning.

After he finishes his sweet treat, he excuses himself to get some water. As much as he hates these kinds of things, he wishes he had his camera to capture some memories—even though it was his first Christmas with you despite being separated by hundreds of kilometers.

He reaches the beverage table, quickly asking for a glass of water when suddenly he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me?” A girls voice asks, “Would you mind getting me a glass of Chardonnay?”

He glances at the girl before nodding, asking for a glass to hand to her. The server hands Jungkook a wine glass and he turns around to see the girl for the first time. He’s slightly taken aback from her beauty. She’s got warm brown hair that flows down her chest, welcoming eyes, and a smile that he swears sparkled in the light.

“Thank you,” her eyes met his and he feels his chest tightening the longer he looks at her. As much as he wants to look away—he physically is unable. She seems to feel the same because he doesn’t know how much time has passed of them staring at each other before someone calls out to her.

She glances to her right, raising her glass as another thanks before walking away from Jungkook. His eyes follow her as her back turns to him. She’s wearing a simple purple dress with sleeves and heels that make her legs look long and lean.

He shakes his head out of his trance-like state, what the fuck? He takes another gulp of his water—it has to be alcohol getting to him. He’s about to head back to his parent’s table when he suddenly feels an itching on the inside of his left wrist. He scratches his skin harshly and he winces when it’s more painful than a normal scratch.

He glances down at his sleeve, pulling the material back to see what was so painful. He does a double take when he moves his watch, noticing harsh red lines forming on skin. The fuck, he thinks to himself. Jungkook makes the decision to excuse himself to the men’s room to cool the burning off with some water.

Thankfully he’s the only person occupying the room and he quickly turns on the water, running his skin underneath it. The burning subsides after a few moments and as he’s reaching for a towel to dry himself, he drops it to the floor before he can even use it.

While the red marks have gone away, a thin black line has replaced them.

Rose.

He blinks heavily, shaking his head. Is he really that drunk? He takes his nail to scratch at the black and when it doesn’t move, his mouth parts and the tie around his neck feels even more constricting.

“No,” he whispers to himself.

Rose.

It’s still there.

“No, no, no,” he mumbles, “Fuck,” his breathing picks up heavily and he looks at himself in the mirror. His face is pale and his eyes are blown out. Fuck.

Rose.

He moves his watch back over the marking and runs a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends harder than he should. He almost feels tears threatening to fall when he realizes what’s happening. This has to be a sick joke? The universe cannot be doing this—not right now—not after all this fucking time?

As much as his mind is racing, drunk and confusion do not make a good combination, he sees one thing for sure in the back of his brain. You. As this thought, his stomach churns deeply and before he realizes it—he’s spitting up some of his food and alcohol into the toilet.

“Fuck,” he says again wiping the perspiration away from his clammy hands onto his pants. He takes in a deep breath, freshening himself up before he leaves the bathroom with the mission to find one person and one person only.

Once he comes back into the main room, his eyes glance around quickly for a head of silky brown hair and a purple dress. His head looks around rapidly and anyone who saw him probably thought that he looked crazy. He spots Junghyun and Yeri getting another drink at the bar and he swiftly walks over towards them.

“Hyung,” Jungkook speaks quickly, shaking his brother’s shoulder.

“Huh? Jungkook, you okay?” His brother notices how ill Jungkook looks. Face pale, hair messily pushed around, uneasiness in his large eyes.

“Have you seen a girl,” he pauses trying to slow down, “Purple dress, kind of ashy brown hair to here,” he demonstrates the length with his hands. Junghyun looks at Jungkook like he’s crazy. Hell, maybe Jungkook is going crazy.

Junghyun shakes his head, “No I haven’t. What’s up?”

“I may have seen a purple dress going that way,” Yeri points her finger towards the other side of the large room. “Jungkook are you sure you’re okay?”

He doesn’t even give them one more glance before he thanks Yeri quickly, turning on his heels to head that direction. He nearly trips on his feet trying to get across the masses of people congregating. The ballroom has a couple hallways that lead off into other rooms and he decides his luck, checking in and out of the rooms. He’s coming up empty until he stops dead in his tracks, a back clad in purple facing him, talking to another man with blonde hair.

Suddenly, the blonde looks at Jungkook from over her shoulder and she follows. Her eyes meet Jungkook’s and he fills his breath hitching, his stomaching rolling once again.

“Hello?” The blonde asks curiously.

“Hi,” Jungkook steps forward. His hands are buried deep in his dress pants so they can’t see the way they shake with every breath.

“Yoongi, will you get me another drink please?” The girl speaks looking back at the man. He nods, settling not to say anything else as he brushes past Jungkook.

The girl stands awkwardly, her finger rimming an empty wine glass slowly. Jungkook can barely look at her but something is compelling him to. He can’t take his eyes off of her—she’s beautiful. He slowly walks towards her with some hesitation. She finally meets his eyes again and she visibly breathes in deep through her nose, her chest rising.

“Hi,” Jungkook says again.

“Hi,” she says with a low tone. She bites her lip nervously and she suddenly looks around the room—anywhere but him. “This place is really beautiful isn’t it?”

Jungkook follows her lead, eyes glancing around the room too, “Yeah, it is.”

“Your parents know how to put on a party,” she muses with a small laugh. Goddamn, he thinks, she is so beautiful. So, she knows exactly who he is.

“This is nothing compared to some other years,” he gently smiles when her lips turn up, her cheeks getting bigger with her own smile.

A silence falls between the two of them. She sways in her heels trying to relieve the pain in the balls of her feet.

“It’s you isn’t it,” Jungkook speaks first. She looks up at him, still saying silent. “You’re Rose?”

She dips her head, some of her hair falling in her face. She nods slowly, “I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispers and she almost sounds sad, perhaps broken? “After all this time,” she adds.

She looks at Jungkook like he’s her whole universe. Oh how he wishes he could say the same thing about her—it’s what this beautiful girl deserves. She deserves someone whose heart beats for them and them only. That wasn’t Jungkook—he had you and god how much he wanted to spend his life with you only.

“When did you find out?” He asks keeping his voice low and steady so his nervousness won’t show through.

“When I was fourteen,” she says. His heart sinks even further for this girl. His name had been engraved upon her skin for 8 years.

He doesn’t say anything else, opting to look down at his feet. The tension is there—the tension the universe gives soul bonded people. He feels his tie suffocating him again and he reaches up to loosen it again, to no relief though.

Suddenly, Rose steps forward, grabbing Jungkook’s hand to move it away from his collar.

“Let me help,” she says and he swears his heart stops beating when her delicate fingers touch his. Rose manages to undo his impossibly tight neck tie from his mother, retying it just as fast, but a lot more comfortable for him and his neck. Suddenly, Jungkook is glad you were unable to come to Busan with him.

“Thanks,” he laughs, “It’s been suffocating me all night.”

“I could tell,” she returns a chuckle, her palms resting on his chest. She’s just as nervous as he is—he can see the way she breathes unevenly being this close to her.

“I’m Jungkook,” he says.

“Rose.”  

.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” You ask Jungkook as you step into his apartment. If possible, Jungkook came back with thrice as much stuff as he left with and you wanted to help him unpack.  

“Pretty good,” he says simply, “I think my parents were disappointed you weren’t there,” he chuckles lightly. Jungkook’s roommates were still back home, not coming back until the new year, so you were going to stay with him to keep him company.

“Well, one day I’ll meet them,” your eyes search for his and he seems somewhat off. He hasn’t said much since you’ve picked him up from the train station. His eyes have looked a little lost, unsure of where to look.

“Yeah,” he shrugs off his coat and begins to unzip one of his 3 suitcases. You unzip a second, noticing how different his clothes smell.

“I see your mom did your laundry?” You quirk an eyebrow at him. He glances at you briefly, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Of course, what kind of son would I be if I didn’t bring all my laundry for my mom to do?”

Small conversation is said between the two of you as you unpack, fold, and hang up his clothes. You can’t help but notice the luxury men’s wear tags in the pants and shirts you hang up.

“What do your parents do Jungkook?” Your thumb brushes over the thick material of a new coat he received as a gift.

He’s hesitant to speak but he decides to tell you anyways, “My dad is president of a large company back in Busan. You know my mom is an artist,” he says and you recall the days he’s spoke highly of his creative mother.

Ah, you think, now you understand where the wealth comes from.

“I don’t like telling people because I don’t want people to think I’m some spoiled snob,” he laughs at the thought.

“Babe, you’re the farthest thing from that. You know work hard for things you want, what does it matter what anyone else thinks,” you hang the last piece of clothing from his suitcase up and he watches you intently.

He leans against his desk, arms crossed as he watches you carefully.

“Wanna see something I got,” he says clearing his throat as you look him in the eyes. His eyes quickly look away from yours, unable to face you fully just yet. You nod when you notice his eyes light up as he rummages through his duffle bag to pull out a new camera.

“Holy shit,” you admire the piece of technology as he holds it carefully in his hands. “Who got you this?”

“My brother if you could believe it,” he sounds like he doesn’t even believe his brother was capable of gifting him such a nice present.

“Damn,” you mutter, “Have you used it yet?”

He nods, “I played around with it at the beach before I left,” he says looking at your subtle smile. “Here, lemme take a picture of you,” he smiles a little wider.

“What? Jungkook I look disgusting,” you step away from him. Your hair is thrown up on your head, no makeup, and an oversized ratted turtleneck covers your frame.

“Baby come on you’re beautiful,” he pouts while adjusting the lens and other settings. “Please I wanna remember this.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “Remember what? The remnants of my illness that’s made me look crusty for days now?”

He laughs at you, “Sure, whatever you wanna call it,” he holds up his camera to see the lighting on you. “Sit down and scoot back,” he commands to you. You do as he says, sitting on his bed and scooting so your back is hilt against the wall.

“Here?”

He nods, “Mhm,” he focuses on adjusting the last of what he needs to before he says, “Smile babe, you’re on camera.”

You give him a glare before your features soften, giving him a small smile as you look directly into the lens. Your eyes meet Jungkook’s through the lens and he feels his chest tighten. He hated this—he was so in love with you he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. You were his present and future—he didn’t want anyone else. How could the universe break him like this?

He snaps a couple photos before looking at them in the small frame. A small smile lets loose on his lips as his heart palpitates for you. He feels your eyes watching him closely and you’re unsure why—despite his smile—he seems so sad and so unsure.

Whatever is bothering him, you could only hope that he would open up to you soon and not suppress his feelings.

Jungkook’s only hope right now is cherishing these moments with you because as he has come to learn in the past few days—nothing good ever lasts.

.

Your phone was buzzing and buzzing annoying you to your core as you tried your best to shove your dangly earrings in your ears. You look down at the caller ID and you roll your eyes with a groan.

“Fuck Taehyung we’re coming!” You half yell at your phone that was still buzzing on your desk. Hearing ruckus in your room, Jungkook peeps in.

“You good babe?” He asks taking notice of how your room is practically flipped upside down. Clothes and jewelry are sprung around and the dress you have decided to wear isn’t even zipped yet, your lower back fully exposed to him.

“Yes,” you say finally slipping the plastic backs on your earrings. You look over your shoulder at Jungkook, heat rushing to your face when you realize how good he looks tonight. “Will you zip me up?”

He nods taking a step towards you, his fingertips cold against your skin. He slowly zips the beaded material up your back slowly not wanting to catch any strings. When he’s done, he wraps his arms around your front pulling you close to him.

“You look beautiful,” he smiles into your neck and you keen into his arms, your feet already blistering in your heels.

“You look sexy,” you muse with a giggle. He turns your body around to flush against his front and he quickly leans down to capture your lips. He’s slow and gentle, wanting you to know how much he cherishes you. He’s careful not to put a hand in your hair knowing how frustrated you were trying to fix it right, so he cradles your neck in one of his hands as you lean into him deeper.

You jump slightly in his arms when your phone starts buzzing again. Jungkook steps away from you and you groan loudly again.

“Remind me to kill him when we get in the car,” you punctuate as you grab your bag and the baby blue coat Taehyung gave you.

“Will do,” Jungkook gives you a wink before grasping your hand into his tightly.

New Years Eve was always a fun time in your friend group, especially at your age. Ever since you started university, you and Taehyung had made it tradition to go to one of the fancier bars in your area for the special occasion. Only having to pay an upfront free—it meant an open bar, free music, and a damn good time.

“Goddamn Y/N,” Taehyung says as you’re waiting in line to get in the bar.

“What? Is there something on my face? My teeth?” You panic looking at your best friend.

“No,” he pauses looking at your date up and down, “You really lucked out didn’t you.”

Jungkook suddenly laughs as his comment and you swat Taehyung’s head.

“Hey back off buddy,” you say wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s torso, “He’s mine asshole.”

“And you’re mine,” Jimin eyes Taehyung playfully. Taehyung had already drank half a bottle of champagne in the car ride from your apartment so he was definitely feeling frisky. It was absolutely freezing outside tonight and Jungkook made sure to keep his arms around you as you waited and waited outside.

“What’s going to be your drink of choice tonight Kook?” You look up at your boyfriend who looks so unbelievable handsome you could cry.

“Hmm, I’m thinking whatever will get me very drunk. Perhaps whiskey?”

Your face contorts at the mention of the dark liquor. Too many bad memories with that one.

“Lemme guess,” Jimin says, “You’re going to down about five green tea shots and then switch over to vodka soda with a splash of cranberry juice.”

Your eyes widen, slightly perturbed, “Am I that basic of a bitch?”

Jimin nods once, “Babe I’m a bartender, we can see girls like you coming from a mile away.”

“Ugh, fine you got me. But maybe instead of vodka soda I’ll just do a flat.” Truth is, you hadn’t drank since your sick spell over Christmas and you were more than ready to get drunk.

A few more minutes and you’re in the crowded bar. You stay close to Jungkook, his hand secured around yours as you make your way to the bar. As expected, you order green tea shots and Jungkook lives up to his previous statement—ordering a whiskey sour to start his night.

You’ve never seen this many people here before. It’s loud, hot, and crowded but it’s everything you could want for New Years Eve. Besides, what’s the fun in going out if it’s not going to be a little chaotic?

After a few drinks, Jungkook finds himself relaxing as he dances close to you. He’s happy right here and right now, but he can’t fully let go—his mind occupied of another woman. He hates himself for doing this, but what is he supposed to do? He’s careful around his arms, making sure his watch stays put and he sleeve doesn’t venture too far up just in case.

Your smile is wide and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Sure, it was scary now that you were starting your last semester of college in a week but since you had Jungkook—you felt more secure in whatever life decides to throw at you than ever.

“I love you,” you say to Jungkook. It’s simple but you could tell him every minute of everyday and not get tired of it.  

“I love you more,” he says. He’s honest and he only hopes you can’t see the deep sadness in his eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose and you scrunch it up at the feeling. “Do you want another drink?” He asks.

You nod, “Yes please.”

“Vodka cran?”  

You nod once again, “I’ll be with Taehyung over there.”

Jungkook leaves you behind, walking back towards the bar. If he really was going to try to forget his worries—he was going to need something stronger.

“Two shots of whiskey please,” he says. He’ll get your drink when he’s finished so the ice won’t water it down.

“I didn’t take you for a whiskey guy,” a voice comes from his left and when he looks, he feels his whole world stopping.

“R-Rose?” He blinks, making sure he’s seeing correctly.

“I thought it was you over here,” she smiles asking the bartender for a shot of tequila. “How are you?”

He’s speechless. How? Right now?

“Doing well, how are you?” He asks trying to seem sly. God he could only hope that no one he knew, especially you, saw him right now.

“Same, I’m mentally preparing for my hangover tomorrow,” she laughs before downing her shot quickly.

He smiles, “I feel that,” he downs his first shot. It’s hot and it’s burning his throat. “Listen I’ve been meaning to text you but—“

“Don’t worry about it,” she waves her hand, “I mean what are the odds of us being here together? That’s worth more than a text right?”

He swallows, “Y-you’re right. I didn’t know you lived here.”

She nods, her gaze heavy and somewhat obscene, “I go to the all girls university in the area.”

“Ah, I see,” Jungkook says glancing around. Thankfully the copious amount of people have shielded him from anyone’s view.

“Are you here anyone tonight?” Fuck.

“Just some friends,” he says smoothly. “You?”

“Same. My roommates made me come, but now I’m glad I did,” she smiles brightly and Jungkook can himself falling deep into the hole again. Fuck the fucking universe.

“Me too,” he says before he can catch himself. Her eyes glance down to his lips before she looks back up at him.

“Well, I need to get back to my friends before we get fully separated,” she smiles again, “Come say hi if you see me again,” she winks.

He nods, his eyes wide and mouth dry. “Will do.”

He downs the second shot as she walks away, his eyes unable to rip from her frame. Jungkook was in deep shit—no doubting that. There was only so much longer he could keep up this facade. He was heartbroken to the core and as much as he wanted to be selfish and forget about the name attached to his wrist—that wasn’t plausible. It was a reality he had to face sooner or later.

“Fuck,” he says, ordering your drink before he forgets and another shot of whiskey for the hell of it. There was no getting Rose off his mind now but he could at least try. He knew one thing though—once the clock struck midnight, he was ripping you out of this bar faster than a racehorse.

“Oh my god thank you,” you drunkenly smile up at Jungkook when he comes back with your drink. In your intoxicated state, you don’t notice Jungkook’s demeanor change as much as other people do. Specifically Jimin, who is standing off from your side, eyeing Jungkook up and down. Jungkook looks nervous, tense, and unsure about his surroundings. Jimin was curious about what happened to him in the last five minutes of him being gone.

“Oh shit you guys, it’s almost midnight!” Taehyung yells throwing an arm around Jimin’s shoulder.

“What are you gonna wish for?” You gaze up at Jungkook as he throws an arm around your frame protectively.

“Is that a thing babe?” He questions, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Of course it is!” You say, your expression wide and full of disbelief. “I mean I always do it.”

Jungkook leans down and pecks your forehead, his vision fuzzier now that the 3 shots of whiskey have been through his system, “Well I’ll make a wish then, just for you.”

“You better,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him. The clock hits 11:59 PM and the countdown to the new year begins.

Jungkook’s grip tightens around you, afraid that if he lets go you’ll find out his deepest secret and run away from him forever. You lean your head on his chest, unknowing of anything that’s bothering him deep down. You inhale his scent, his laundry and cologne intoxicating you even further.

Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one!

You look up at Jungkook with another beautiful smile and he leans down to close the short gap between you two. The cheers around you drown out as you focus on each other. One of your hands pulls him down from the back of his hair closer to you, smiling into the kiss.

You wish for nothing to change—you were happy and had your partner—that’s all you could ever wish for.

Jungkook wishes for things to change—to go back to normal—but he was afriad that there wasn’t going to be a normal for you two ever again.

Jungkook makes love to you that night like you have never experienced. Every kiss, every touch, every breath is so slow and calculated. He thrusts deep and hard into you, hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips. You both are drunk but if anything that makes it all the better. You two are fully relaxed in each other’s arms and it was just you and him in that moment. He makes you come two, three, and by the fourth time you can’t breathe. His hands grip your waist and under your ass pushing himself possibly deeper into you.

You hold his face close to yours as he drowns out your half screams and moans with his lips. When he finally comes after holding back to relish each second of his cock being inside of you, it’s the most glorious orgasm he’s ever had.

“Fuck—“ you cut him off with your lips as he stills inside of you. “I love you,” he breathes out heavily, collapsing on his elbows.

“I love you,” you whisper back.

He kisses your collarbone and around your neck, trying to hold back his tears threatening to fall.

“I love you more,” is the last thing he says that night before you two drift off into sleep. He means every word.

.

University starts back up a couple weeks after New Years. Your final round of classes were starting off great—most of them being bullshit electives. You were going to enjoy your last semester here and you refused to waste yourself away in school work before hitting the “real world.” You didn’t have any classes with Jungkook or Namjoon this semester which was somewhat of a bummer but you would survive.

Jungkook wasn’t doing good to say the least. He was stressed more and more each day. He barely had a good nights sleep in weeks—waking up every few hours thinking about two very different girls in his life. He had begun to converse with Rose over text message so he didn’t seem like a grade-A asshole. Every time he sent or received a text back, his stomach churned and his heart yearned. He couldn’t help himself—this is how the universe works. It was the hardest thing for him to keep a secret like this from you. He hated lying to you and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could do it.

He turned to his photography more than ever in the past few weeks. His hobby slowly becoming his life to distract him from his actual problems. It’s how he found himself early out in the morning, before 7 AM to be exact, shooting the sunrise from a river about ten minutes from his apartment. He was playing with his new toy and lenses that Junghyun had gifted him, loving the camera the more shots he snapped. He didn’t have class until noon and he couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t think of a better way to pass the time.

It was quiet and peaceful. He loved the countryside and this spot reminded him of back home. It was freezing to say the least and he quickly threw on his gloves before he went through his recent captures.

“Jungkook?” His name leaves a female and his chest twists—recognizing who it is immediately. He looks away from his camera, Rose approaching him from his right. She’s wearing leggings and a thick jacket with running shoes.

“H-hey,” he drops his camera some, “What are you doing up this early?” He asks as she stops in front of him.

“I could ask the same to you,” she smiles breathing heavily. She looks down at his camera before looking back up at his face, “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to go on a run to clear my head.”

He nods slowly, “The best way to clear your head indeed,” he muses. “Same though, to answer your question. Couldn’t sleep and I figured I would come takes some pictures.”

She hesitates before asking her next question, “Can I see?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer immediately, looking down at his camera nervously.

“O-only if you want to though,” she adds picking up on his secluded frame.

His eyes soften and his shoulders drop, “No, it’s fine, here.” He clicks around the buttons to bring up the most recent pictures of the sunrise, the river, and it’s reflection.

“Wow,” Rose whispers, smoke following her words as they hit the cold air as he clicks through each one, “These are great Jungkook.”

He smiles shyly, glancing down her frame, “Thanks.” She’s shorter than you are, her head barely hitting his shoulder.

“Have you been taking pictures for long?” She looks up at him when he’s done showing the pictures.

“A few years now,” he says, “It’s my favorite thing to do with my free time.”

“Well from what I can see you’re really talented,” she smiles, “You should do it professionally.”

He blushes, “A man can only wish,” he laughs, fog coming from his lips too.

A silence falls between the two of them. Jungkook isn’t sure what to do and Rose looks around the area, only a handful of people in the surrounding vicinity.

“Hey I was about to go to this café down the street, wanna come with?” She asks. Jungkook is taken aback by her offer. He notices a sadness behind her eyes and he bites the inside of his cheek before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The café is small and quiet. It smells of espresso and pastries. Jungkook orders himself a coffee with cream and sugar while Rose decides to get some type of iced drink.

“It’s below freezing and you’re drinking iced coffee?” He quirks a brow at her as they sit down beside the main window.

She shrugs, “I love iced coffee more than I love myself.”

He smiles, sipping on his hot coffee slowly not wanting to burn his tongue. Another silence falls between them and Jungkook takes this time to study her more. She’s petite and gorgeous. She’s the type of girl he grew up crushing over. In the few conversations they’ve had,  he knows they are very much alike. Each day talking to her and seeing her pop up in random places in his life proved to him this wasn’t a fluke. Rose was his soulmate and Jungkook was hers. That’s the fucking reality and it fucking sucks for him. He could see himself falling for Rose quicker than anyone else before—that’s what is supposed to happen anyways. But he had you—he didn’t want anyone else. You were his end all be all, not Rose.

“Jungkook,” she speaks lowly, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Are you seeing someone right now?”

Her question makes his heart rate speed up.

“W-what?” His mouth is dry despite the coffee, “H-how—?”

“One of my friends on New Years saw you leave with a girl,” her voice breaks off. Shit.

“I,” he pauses, unsure of what to say, “It’s complicated.”

Complicated?! He was in a committed relationship that was approaching 6 months!

“I’d rather you tell me the truth than lie Jungkook,�� she says. “We’re soulmates, we’re supposed to open up to each other.”

He furrows his eyebrows deeply, “It’s not that easy Rose. I just met you almost month ago.”

His words cut her deep but she stands her ground.

“I get that but,” she pauses, “I just don’t want you and whoever you’re seeing to be hurt. I’m sure you knows what happens when—“

“Yes. I know,” he says. He’s already seen it—you’ve already experienced it. The constant up and down sickness from you was just one side effect of a bonded soul that stays with one who isn’t bonded to them.

“Do you love her?” She asks.

“With everything in me,” he answers honestly. She looks away from her soulmate, unsure of how to feel. She had been waiting for him for 8 years. She was expecting her happy ever after. The last thing she thought would happen is that her soulmate would be in love with someone else. Processing this information was going to difficult for her and she couldn’t begin to imagine what Jungkook was going through right now.

“Have you told her?”

He shakes his head slowly, “No.”

She purses her lips, squeezing her cup a little too hard, “I’m not telling you how to go about this Jungkook, but if you really loved her, why are you continuing to hurt her?”  

.

“Taehyung we have to talk right now,” Jimin says into his phone.

“Baby it’s not even 8 AM,” Taehyung’s morning voice is deeper than his actual voice.

“No—like Taehyung it’s urgent.”

Taehyung is beginning to worry what could possibly be going on.

“Is everything okay?” He asks sitting up in his bed, pushing the hair from his face.

“No,” he says, “Not at all.”

Jimin hangs up the phone and makes his way to Taehyung’s apartment. He half jogs, unable to keep up with his feet. Jimin’s mind is racing as he begins to piece his suspicions together.

“Good morning,” Jimin enters the apartment, a shiver going down his back as he steps into the significantly warmer apartment. Jimin glances around the apartment, his eyes frantic. “Y/N isn’t here, is she?”

Taehyung watches his boyfriend with tired eyes like a hawk. “No, why would she be here?”

Jimin nods quickly, “When did she first get sick?”

“Whoa, Jimin what’s going on?” Taehyung holds his hands up, his brain still not fully functioning.

“Just answer the damn question.”

“Uh, Christmas morning, early in the morning.”

“And has she been sick since then?”

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows, “Um, she mentioned being sick the day after New Years. Jimin this is stupid, she was hungover both days—“

“Do you know who this girl is?” Jimin pulls out his phone, pulling up a picture of Jungkook and a girl neither of them knew sitting at a small cafe across from each other.

“Where did you get this?” Taehyung asks taking his phone to zoom in on the pic.

“This morning,” he says, “I went to the gym and saw those two together.”

“What does this mean? Is Jungkook cheating on Y/N?!” Taehyung feels himself begin to get angry, handing the phone back to Jimin.

“Well according to Hoseok, the bartender from New Years I sometimes see around asked who the girl Jungkook was cuddled up to at the bar on New Years… and it wasn’t Y/N.”

Taehyung’s face clenches, “W-what? I don’t understand what you’re getting at Jimin. Is Jungkook cheating on Y/N?” He asks again.

“Taehyung, don’t you get it?” Jimin asks running a hand through his hair, “I study this stuff for fucksakes! This,” he holds up his phone of the picture again, “She’s Jungkook’s soulmate, Tae.”

His mouth parts open, “H-how are you so sure?”

“I don’t know the full story but I’m guessing a name came up on Jungkook over Christmas and destiny brought them together after being apart for so long…”

“A name? Jimin, Jungkook is 22 like Y/N… they don’t—“

“Late bloomers—it’s rare, but it happens Taehyung.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung breathes out, fully awake now, “So Jungkook has a soulmate and hasn’t told Y/N I’m assuming.”

Jimin nods, “I’m sure of it. She needs to know Taehyung—it’ll only get worse for her the longer Jungkook stays with her,” his voice trails off. Jimin cared for you as much as anyone close to you and he knew the consequences of tangoing with someone else who was soul bonded.

“I’m gonna kill Jungkook,” Taehyung grips his hair harshly, “When should we tell her?”

Jimin hesitates but speaking after thinking about what could happen to you the more Jungkook hides his secret, “The sooner the better.”

.

“Babe I don’t know how to do this,” you whine as you stares at a knife and a half open salmon. Jungkook laughs at your attempt to filet the fish for your dinner together.

“It’s not that hard Y/N,” he says pointedly, coming to aid your aid. In one motion, Jungkook manages to remove the skin from the fish.

You roll your eyes at him, “Why are you so fucking good at everything?”

“I’m just that talented,” he gives you a side eye before throwing the fish into the marinade. “Are you sure you want to salmon by the way? I know you’re still not feeling the best.”

“Jungkook it’s fine—I’m not going to get sick from this,” you hoped at least, “Plus you love it and I wanted to do something special for our anniversary.”

It was true—today marked your sixth months with Jungkook. January was brutally cold and quickly passed. Now the beginning of February wasn’t any warmer, but it did mark that spring was coming soon.

You couldn’t believe you had been with Jungkook for sixth months. Six months had come and gone like that. It was odd being in a committed relationship for this long when two people weren’t soulmates—but frankly, you were sure Jungkook was your soulmate so it didn’t really matter anyways.

As Jungkook watched you whip up some rice and veggies to go on the side, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Guiltier than fuck. It had just been over a month since he meet Rose and to put it shortly—the universe was fucking trying it. No matter where he went, she always seemed to be there. They texted at least a few times everyday, obviously keeping it to himself. Rose was being patient, as she was trying her best to understand Jungkook’s situation, though he had a gut feeling she didn’t want to wait around much longer for him. Time was running out for Jungkook and it was running out faster than he ever wished it do be.  

You and Jungkook finish and eat dinner together on the couch. Sure he had a small dining room table but it was tradition for the two of you to cuddle up on the couch together for your meals. Plus, his roommates weren’t home so you may as well make yourself comfy.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask Jungkook when he goes silent for a few moments. As much as you loved Jungkook, you knew something had been bothering him for weeks that he hadn’t opened up to you about. If it was something he really wanted to open up with you about, he would have already and you felt it wasn’t your place to prod. When he was ready, he would be ready you suppose.

“Hm?” his doe eyes look into yours before glancing away, “Nothing much… I just can’t believe we’re graduating in three months,” he laughs shaking his head in disbelief.

You agreed with him, “Crazy right… are you scared?”

He looks down at your legs that are draped across his, “Yeah, I am.”

A look falls on his face that you can’t read. He’s blank on the outside but you’re sure deep down whatever he’s thinking about is torturing him.

“Jungkook,” you nudge him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asks with a grimace.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “I just feel like something has been bothering you.”

He bows his head and you’re sure he’s about to be fully honest with you until he says, “I’m just stressed babe.”

You narrow your eyes at him. Stressed you can believe—but what? School? Family? Us?

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t help you Jungkook,” you say. You can visibly see his jaw clenching as he grinds his teeth.

“If I wanted you to know don’t you think I would fucking tell you Y/N?” he snaps and it makes you jump in your position, “Don’t be so goddamn nosy if it’s none of your business.”

Jungkook stands up from the couch and your mouth parts at his words. Not only are you taken aback, but you can’t believe Jungkook actually spoke to you like that.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” you stand up and make your way towards him. He’s lean against the counter, his head down. “Jungkook, hey, what the fuck?” you ask him, beginning to get more and more frustrated as each second passes.

He lifts his head to look at you, a pained expression on his features, “Look I’m sorry—“

He’s cut off by heavy knocks on your door. Neither of were expecting anyone and if it was his roommates, they would have just used their keys. Your eyes follow Jungkook when he goes and opens the door. What happens next goes by so fast you weren’t even sure it happened until Jungkook is stumbling backwards, a groan emitting from his lips.

“Taehyung?!” you nearly scream rushing over to Jungkook, “What the fuck?! What are you doing?!” Taehyung walks into the apartment with Jimin close behind him.

“Ow, fuck man,” Jungkook holds his cheek in pain. Taehyung didn’t look like he had much power but he just proved himself wrong.

“Have you told her yet,” Taehyung speaks, looking straight at Jungkook, “Or are you still lying to her?”

You look between the two of them, your mind racing and confused.

“Told me what? Taehyung what the fuck are you doing, are you crazy?!” you yell at him again.

Jungkook and Taehyung continue to glare at each other. Jungkook notices Jimin staring too and he knows—it’s over.

“Not right now Taehyung,” Jungkook says angrily. You whip your head over Jungkook again. What’s going on?!

“Told me what?” you ask looking back over at Taehyung and then Jungkook again, “Told me what Jungkook?!” you raise your voice at him.

“Y/N,” Jungkook says, his eyes full of a wave of sadness. Your heart begins to race, your hands clammy and you feel like you might get sick again.

“What’s going on Jungkook?” you feel tears begin to well in your eyes. You know something isn’t right, otherwise this would not be happening right now.

“I was gonna tell you,” Jungkook’s voice breaks off as he comes closer to you, taking your hands in his, “I just didn’t know how.”

You feel a tear come down your face, “Baby what’s happening?”

“Hurry the fuck up,” Taehyung spits, “We don’t have all night.”

“Taehyung,” Jimin scolds him from behind.

Jungkook doesn’t break his gaze with you as he lets go of your hands. He pulls the sleeve of his left sweatshirt, moving his silver watch back in the process. When your eyes fall onto it—the name—it feels like you’ve been shot in the chest. Your breathing picks up and you look back into Jungkook’s eyes.

You shake your head, “No, no, no,” you mumble, “This is a joke right? This has to be a fucking joke,” the tears are now falling in rhythmic streams down your face.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook says, tears now welling his eyes eyes, “Y/N I love you so much—“

“How long have you known?” you step away from him, feeling light headed and queazy. He doesn’t answer until you press again. “How long have you fucking known Jungkook?!”

“Over a month,” his voice drops and you don’t ever think you’ve felt the sharp pains shooting in your chest until now.

“Y/N,” Jimin speaks this time, “I think you should come with us.”

“You’ve been lying to me all this time?” you ignore Jimin, your voice cracking on the edges.

“Y/N, no baby please,” he steps towards you, his hands finding your face, “I-I didn’t know what to d-do. I l-love you and you only you, nothing will ever change that,” Jungkook pleads. You shake your head, pushing him away from you.

“It changes everything Jungkook!” you yell at him, furiously wiping the tears from your face, “You’ve known about your soulmate for a goddamn month and you thought you could hide that from me?! Are you kidding me Jungkook?!”

Jungkook pulls at the roots of his hair, glancing over to Taehyung and Jimin, “I’m sorry Y/N,” he repeats, “W-we can do something about this, there has to be—“

“No,” you spit, “No, it doesn’t fucking matter anymore Jungkook,” you pause, glancing down at your hands, “There’s no way around this and you lied to me.”

“Y/N, please,” Jungkook’s heart breaks all over again as he watches you gather your things, shoving your feet into your shoes.

“Take this,” you rip the ring that suddenly didn’t mean anything to you anymore off your finger, shoving it into Jungkook’s palm. He stares at the jewelry, his eyes watery and blurry.

“Come on,” Taehyung says holding out his arm for you. With one last glance at Jungkook, you turn on your feet and walk out of his apartment. Jimin shuts the door behind of you two and you don’t even make it to their car when you break down into a full sob, Taehyung wrapping his arms around you protectively. You didn’t just walk out of Jungkook’s apartment—you’ve walked out of his life too.

SPRING

Spring was always your favorite season. The blossoming of trees and flowers always seemed to cheer up your mood. More sunlight meant more happiness and less seasonal depression. The warming weather was always a nice touch after cruel and harsh winters. This year though, you thought no one could hate Spring as much as you did.

Everyday was new challenge for you. When you and Jungkook first broke up—your feelings were indescribable. The mental and physical chest pains you experienced from your heartbreak were sure the worst you could ever have. You were a broken soul—a soul not meant for someone who you loved more than life itself sometimes.  

It was hard doing simple things—getting out of bed, doing your laundry, going to class, eating meals—it was all such a burden to you. You cried and cried and cried until you had no more tears left. Sleep was even worse as it meant your unconscious state always drifted into thoughts of Jungkook. There was the time frame where Jungkook called you, left messages and voicemails, tried to contact you through Taehyung and others—but it was all the more painful. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to rid any trace of him from your phone, afraid that you might forget what he looked or sounded like.

No one had ever seen you in such a broken state. You thought you’re mind couldn’t drift into worse territory until one night, you thought about Jungkook and his soulmate—whoever she was. You thought about him loving her, making love to her, taking pictures of her, marrying her, having kids with her, looking at her the way he looked at you—it completely shattered you even more. You don’t remember how much you drank that night. One shot of vodka? Two? Seven? Glasses of wine? It didn’t matter you just needed to forget.

It was when Taehyung found you that night passed out over your toilet, is when he recommended seeing someone. At first, your idea of going to a therapist over a failed relationship seemed silly. But Taehyung made sure that you and Jungkook were more than a college fling—it was real and it was going to take a lot of time to get over.

Your therapist was a nice woman, upper forties maybe, slim face and blonde hair. Your first couple sessions with her didn’t go as smooth as you wished for. She asked you hard questions that you weren’t willing to answer. The third session you went to, you broke down in front of a stranger becoming the most vulnerable you’d ever been.

She knew you loved Jungkook and he loved you just as deeply too. She explained soul-bonding more in depth to you that day. The universe has a reason why it pairs two souls together and why some people are left bare. It’s a phenomenon that’s barely studied but she suspects it’s more common than people want to believe. There’s also a process called soul-breaking, that is rare too but the consequences can bare far greater risks so majority of the people stay away from it.

Overall, you grew up your whole life thinking something was wrong with you. You thought you were a glitch because you didn’t receive a name on your body at 18. But if anything, meeting with your therapist made you realize that nothing was wrong with you. You live a healthy life, have a family, have friends, and you fell in love with someone—and all that is okay.

“I do believe if two people are meant to be together, they will be, someway or somehow,” she said to you one day.

Nearly two months after your break up and one month left until graduation—it was still hard. You had been prescribed antidepressants for a few weeks now and while it did numb your pain for the most part, there were times when thinking about Jungkook just made you want to curl into a ball and forget about your tasks for that day. You told yourself you needed to stop doing that though—you had to be strong otherwise you couldn’t move forward.

“Here you go,” Taehyung plops down a cup of steaming coffee and a bagel in front of you. Your stomach growls at the site.

“Thank you,” you give him a smile, “I’m starved.”

“I bet, you’ve been writing that paper for fucking hours,” he says digging into his own bagel with salmon and cream cheese. You should mention you hated salmon too now.

Taehyung was the greatest friend anyone could have, that you were sure of. Everyday, he called or texted to check in on you. He brought you food to make sure you were eating. Him and Jimin would invite you to the movies or restaurants with them. You refrained from going out to bars with them, too afraid you might run into the wrong people. Nonetheless, without Taehyung by your side, you were sure these past two months would have been much more difficult.

“I got my cap and gown in the mail,” he sings songs scrolling through his phone.

“Jesus Christ Tae, can you believe we’re graduating college?”

He laughs, “I said the same thing when we graduated high school,” he glances at you, “Look at us now bitches!” he holds his arms out dramatically.

You laugh at him, chewing on your food slowly. If there was one positive about being alone the past two months, it meant your illness had gone away completely. Your therapist explained how illnesses of different forms can plague people who play a role in betraying a soul-bonded person. Though you already knew that from your project last semester.

“Did you ever hear back from that company?” Taehyung asks you as you mule over in small conversation.

“Uh yeah,” you smile shyly, playing with the ends of your hair.

“Welllll?”

“I got an offer, if I want it,” your smile widens even more. Taehyung’s mouth drops open before it melts into his signature boxy smile.

“Wait, really? Holy shit, Y/N that’s amazing!”

“Thanks,” you look away from him, heating rushing to your cheeks. It was an exciting opportunity and you felt this was the path for you.

“But wait hold on,” he pauses, “Does this mean… you’re moving? To New York City?”

There’s the bombshell you haven’t dropped on many people yet. New York City. It was always a dream of yours to possibly live there one day. And now with nothing holding you back here, when you applied for the company and they asked a preferred location—you said fuck it.

“Yeah, later in the summer,” your voice is low. Taehyung’s shoulders drop, his happy mood diminishing ever so slightly.

“New York…” he ticks, “Well I’ve always wanted to go there so I’ll have to visit once or five times a year.”

You nod giving him a short wink, focusing on the rest of you coffee and food. Slowly but surely, you were getting better. You knew that your future days would be filled with five steps forward, two steps back but it was the natural process. Once you graduated and moved onto to bigger and better things—you’ll understand that this chapter, while thick and important, was only just a chapter. You have another one already waiting at the starting line to begin.

.

Jungkook was numb—literally numb as a needle digs in and out of skin, inking a flower onto his forearm. He had this one for awhile, but it still needed the little details to perfect the tattoo to his liking. His first tattoos, the scattered pieces on his hands were the most painful. However, now as he has a good amount of ink on his arm all the way to his shoulder, the pain isn’t there that much. He almost likes the stinging sensation as it gives him something to focus on rather than his intrusive thoughts.

The past few months haven’t been easy on him. Watching you walk away from him hit him harder than when Rose’s name showed up on his skin. And he just let you. Sure, he called and texted and persisted as much as he could but he knew he should have done more. He should have explained in more depth why he did what he did. Yes, it was because he loved you with every fiber of his being, but he genuinely didn’t care if he was meant for someone else. He wanted to be with you despite the situation present. There was surely something he could do to make it right but you were long gone from his life. He was stuck in a hole and he didn’t know how to get out.

Jungkook and Rose saw each other more frequently after his break up. She was so kind and so patient with him, he knew she deserved so much more. She never rushed anything with him, always waiting for his moves. The first time he kissed her, there was tingling deep in his chest. As great as kissing Rose was, she could never compare to you. It was hard and confusing for him to understand. He’s heard all his life—when soulmates cross paths and become intimate with each other, their whole world begins to revolve around them. That wasn’t the case though. As much as he was being pulled in by Rose, he was being pulled into a completely different direction. That wasn’t how bonded souls worked, he knew that much.

“You’re not very talkative today,” his tattooist comments as she wipes away the leftover ink on his arms. Jungkook always preferred a female to do his tattoos as they seem to have more control and a gentler grip.

“Just a lot on my mind,” he shrugs turning his head towards the tattoo needle.

“Women issues?” she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Is it that obvious?” he half laughs.

“My job requires a lot of listening and giving advice,” she says, “I know a damsel in distress when I see one.”

He doesn’t say anything as he watches the way she furrows her eyebrows, getting closer to his skin to add the finishing touches.

“Are you still with, Y/N? Was it?” she then asks. The mention of your name sends his face pale. How many months had it been since he last saw you or mentioned you? One, two, three? All of his days blended together so he’s lost track of time.

He shakes his head slowly, “No.”

She looks at him from the corner of her eyes, “Really? I thought you were gonna marry her?”

He bites down on his bottom lip to hold down his emotions before saying, “That was the plan until the universe decided to throw me bullshit.”

She’s never heard Jungkook sound angry. He’s always been very polite and an overall happy person. Jungkook felt he had a right to be angry and resentful. Unfortunately, that anger and resentment was sometimes projected onto those people around him. His roommates had to walk on eggshells around him now, afraid he might fully break if they said one wrong thing to him.

“When did this happen?” she knows exactly what he’s referring to.

“A few months back, around Christmas.”

“Have you met them yet? Your partner?” she pauses when she notices Jungkook’s jaw clenching as he’s staring at the ceiling now, “You don’t have to say anything if you’re uncomfortable. I just like to think I’m good at giving advice, is all.”

“Yeah, we’ve met,” he contemplates elaborating but does so anyways, “But it’s not this big grand affair that I was told about my whole life. She’s amazing and just my type, but… she’s not her. I like her a lot, but I don’t get the same fiery feeling I had with Y/N.”

“Hm,” she muses, putting down the tattoo gun, “You’re done,” she gives a small smile at him. He holds up his arm to inspect the new ink.

“Thanks, it looks great,” he gives her a small smile as she begins the aftercare process of petroleum jelly and a bandage.

“Can I see your mark?” she asks. He nods before shimmying his watch down his arm, revealing Rose’s name in thin cursive. The mark itself is still very much there, but recently it’s begun to fade and he wasn’t sure why.

“Sorry if I’m giving you too much information,” he laughs feeling slightly awkward as she inspects the name.

“It’s fine, I’m the one that asked,” she chuckles again before she sits back in her chair and begins to lift her own sleeve up. He’s confused as to what’s she doing but when she lays out her hand, he sees it. “This showed up when I was nineteen,” he reads the name that’s barely visible anymore—almost looking like a scar.

“Why’s it not dark anymore?” he asks.

“The same reason yours is fading too,” she looks back at his wrist.

“What do you mean fading?” so he wasn’t crazy—it was actually fading.

“It’s what happens when someone’s heart belongs to someone else,” she says, “I don’t know how to explain it but it occurs more than you think.”

She wraps up Jungkook’s forearm and he’s more confused than ever.

“The world is so fucked up,” he comments closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Heard that,” she nods in agreement, “Come on, I’ll ring you up.”

That day into the tattoo shop was a good day for him. It felt nice to open up about his situation to someone who seemingly understood what he was going through. Yes, the world was fucked up but so was everyone living in it. He didn’t understand the full meaning of his mark fading but he knew in the long run, he would deal with whatever was thrown at him. He had to otherwise he was going to live a long, miserable life. Besides, he knows that you would want him to be happy even though you probably hated him for what he did. He wants the same for you because at the end of the day, if he knew you were happy—he would be too.

. The smile on your face as you threw your cap into the air was probably the biggest and most genuine smile you’ve put on for months. The cheers and clapping from everyone in the room drowned out any tears that formed in your eyes. Of course you were happy to be done with university, but it was very bittersweet. The last four years of your life have been the best and worst possible. Everything you’ve learned here, you were sure would live with you for the rest of your life.

You find your parents and younger sister after the ceremony. The hug with your dad is the best you’ve had in a long time. He squeezes you tight, picking you up slightly.

“Gah, we’re so proud of you Y/N,” your mom dabs the inner corners of her eyes as she watches the seen unfold.

“I can’t believe my baby is graduated,” your dad pulls away, ruffling your hair a bit.

“Hey! Stop I spent time on this,” you step away from him, smoothing down your roots.

“Does this mean we get to go to New York now?” your big sister, Mia asks your parents. She’s pulls you into a hug which you exhale deeply in return. You didn’t get to see your sister as much as you wished, but growing up she was your rock. She was the best role model you could have asked for.

“Of course,” you say, “Only if you bring me bags and bags of those honey butter chips.”

“Anything you want we can bring it, or ship it!” your mom nods enthusiastically.

“What about me?” you turn around at the voice of Taehyung, throwing your arms around him.

“Holy shit Taehyung we’ve done it!” you exclaim. Your parents give you a slide on your language in front of them, understanding the circumstance.

“Mia! What’s up!?,” Taehyung pokes your sister on the shoulder before giving her a quick hug. He holds up his diploma and smiles, “Four years and thousands upon thousands of dollars later, we’ve made it.”

“Do you still wanna go downtown? Grab some dinner?” you ask your parents and they nod excitedly.

“Definitely—you choose wherever,” your father smiles. “Taehyung, you and Jimin are welcome to come if you don’t have any plans.”

“Oh we will definitely be there,” he smiles, “Just text me where you guys are going. I gotta go find the devil and my parents through all this mess. See you later!”

Later ended up being at a nicer restaurant downtown that you had never been to—too broke as a college student to ever think about coming here for dinner. You mulled over conversation with glasses of wine and good food, Taehyung being the star of the dinner table. Jimin smiled lovingly at his partner, slightly jealous that you and Taehyung were now finished with school. He’s got another year left in his master’s program so he’ll be graduated this time next year.

When you’re finally done with dinner, you part with your parents and sister for the evening outside the restaurant when you run into an all familiar face.

“Y/N?”

You turn to the source, “Namjoon?” a smile spreads over your face and you quickly make your way to him and give him a squeeze.

“Congrats!” he smiles when you pull away, looking back over your shoulder.

“You too, I can’t believe we’re done,” you laugh taking in his attire. He’s dressed in a nice button down and dress pants, glasses resting on his face looking dapper as ever. “Oh this is my family,” you introduce the them.

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles, “This is Kaya,” he smiles and you didn’t even realize he had company with him. You introduce yourselves to each other and she’s got to be one of the most beautiful girls you’ve met. They look damn good together.

“Nice to meet you,” you return your own smile.

“Is dinner here good?” he asks all of you. Everyone agrees in response and he looks over to Kaya, “Well, it was good to meet you all. Let’s catch up one day? You’re gonna be around in the city right?”

“A city yes,” Mia interjects crossing her arms, slightly envious of you, “Not this one, but New York City.”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows at you, “Wow, big girl things huh?”

You laugh repeating his words, “Big girl things.”

Namjoon and Kaya leave into the bustling restaurant after some finals words and you’re finally parting ways with your family. You mom and dad give you another bone crushing hug before they have to go back home. Mia looks at you with a sadness in her eyes and you furrow your eyebrows at her.

“What’s wrong?” you ask her as she hides herself in her shell.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she pouts, slumping her shoulders.

“I still have a few more months home,” you give her a smile, “And I promise you can visit me and I’ll come back as much as I can.”

“Promise?” she holds up her pinky. You link your pinkies together before nodding your head.

You bid your farewell’s to your family one last time before you’re left alone with Jimin and Taehyung.

“Your sister is funny,” Jimin comments as you begin to walk in the opposite direction of them. Your heels were absolutely killing your feet and you were tempted to take them off but thinking about the dirt and grim on the street made you think otherwise.

“She’s sweet on the outside but damn she can be a handful,” you laugh.

“She’s almost twenty five babe, about to hit her first mid-life crisis what do you expect?” Taehyung says.

Minuscule conversation occurs between the three of you before they have to part ways too. Taehyung and Jimin were meeting up with Taehyung’s parents at a bar just outside the city to celebrate. The sun was now setting, the air warm and sticky as you hugged them off. You were walking back to the parking garage that you had your car when something catches your eye on the way. Downtown was filled with bars, restaurants, boutiques and what nots, but you’ve never seen this before. It was an art studio of sorts, pictures—digital and art canvases—hanging from the windows.

You stared at the plexiglass, a sense of familiarity crossing your mind the longer you stared at the blown up photographs. You take a peak at the hours listed on the door and see that they don’t close for another twenty minutes or so. Curiosity getting the best of you, you swing open the door, silence engulfing you as you step in.

Your heels clink against the hardwood, glancing around the space. It’s quite spacious, pictures lining the walls up and down all the way to the back. A few art pieces are strayed in the middle of the floor. You walk slowly around the gallery, admiring the painted canvases and shots of various things. You pick up there’s different artists and photographs displaying their works and when you get towards the back left corner of the place, you stop in your tracks.

A gallery of scenic pictures ranging from clouds, to the sea, to the cityscapes, and more hang beautifully in thin frames. Something twists inside you as you feel deep down that you’ve seen some of these before you just cannot put your finger on it. It’s when you see a picture to the farthest right when you feel yourself skipping a breath. Your mouth parts when you realize what it it—or who it is. It’s you. It’s black and white film developed, the side of your face looking off into the distance with trees behind you. Your mind flashes back to that day in the park—with Jungkook—a small picnic he set up when you first got together.

“Y/N?” you whip around at the sound of your name.

“J-Jungkook?” his name leaves your lips instantly. He’s emerged from a back room stopping dead in his tracks. You’re speechless. He looks so good—better than you remember. His hair a little longer with blonde tips, a white button up, sleeves rolled up with black slacks that he fills out perfectly.

“H-hey,” he speaks first. His eyes trailing up and down your body quickly. You subconsciously glance down at your frame, the white dress and heels you’re wearing hoping to match how he good looks. “What are you doing here?”

“I—“ you pause looking back at the pictures, “I was just passing by and was curious, I didn’t know this place existed.”

Slowly, he steps closer to you shoving his hands in his pockets. His ears are red and he can’t believe that you’re here, looking at his favorite picture he ever took of you.

“It just opened up recently,” he says getting closer to you, though leaving a considerable amount of space between you two. “I started selling some of my pieces through here,” he explains.

“That’s great Jungkook,” you give him a small smile to hide the hurt you’re actually feeling. It’s been months and suddenly all of your progress seems to have backtracked. He was so beautiful—the most perfect man you have ever met—and he’s standing here before you again. Jungkook can’t believe his eyes either—you’re here, feet away from him, something he thought he’d never see anymore.

“How are you doing?” he asks, unable to take his off you. You can feel him staring holes into you and you can’t bring yourself to look at him just yet.

“I’m good, you?” you continuously stare at his photos, feeling self conscious the more you stand in his presence.

“I’m okay,” better now that you’re here, is what he wants to say, but he refrains. “You look good,” he says and you look over and up at him, meeting his eye contact.

“You too,” you nod, your eyes trailing down to his wrist, not even realizing what you’re doing. His watch still there, hasn’t moved since the last time you saw him. You feel a tingle in your fingertips and chest, unable to hide your awkwardness.

“Y/N,” he stops himself so you’ll look at him again. Fuck, he loves it when you look at him like that. “Would you want to get some coffee one day? Or something like that?” his words are brave and you can’t believe he said them.

As much as you know you shouldn’t—that you might be setting yourself up for further hurt—something between the two makes you say otherwise. Besides, you’ve been hurt enough, what’s a little more going to do?

You slowly with a small smile, “What about right now? A-are you free?”

He glances at his photos with a small smile in return before glancing back to you, his shoulders slumping as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

“Yeah… yeah I’m free.”

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙔 𝙆𝙉𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙇𝙀𝙎 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

∘ request(s): 

“aaah your edgy karl is just *chefs kiss* so good!! could i get the reader patching up edgy karl after a particularly bad fight?”

“can we get something a bit softer for the edgy!karl series? Just love when guys like that are soft with the reader xx”

"ouu maybe for the next part of the edgy karl series reader makes it all about karl? like they end up sleeping in the same bed or smth and while karl is still sleepy/barely waking up reader just makes him feel good"

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+), mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, drug use (smoking weed), crude language, oral (m. receiving)

∘ word count: 2417

∘ links: AO3, prev. chapter

∘ a/n: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REQUESTS FOR EDGY!KARL. YOUR IDEAS ARE HNNNNGGG SO GOOD JESUS CHRIST! 

Also if you guys would like to make some of the edgy!Karl edits for the headers and submit them to me, I'll use them :D

This is a bit more dOmEsTiC than this series has been going but, hopefully you guys are still into it. Anyway, I hope everyone is having a good week! Happy reading :)

The air was crisp as the sun began to set; night slinking towards your apartment to envelop you and Karl within its darkness. The two of you watched intently as the ball of light crept towards the horizon line. Karl's arm threaded across your torso, fingertips brushing against the skin of your stomach peeking from beneath the hem of your shirt. You leaned your head against his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his as you sat between his legs. The sound of soft chatter from other floors beneath you filled the expanses between your apartment building and the one adjacent to it. As night fell, people cracked open their windows and hung their feet over the fire escapes. 

You and Karl had been out prior to this, sharing a joint as you watched the stars roll in. Karl's back was pressed against the brick wall beneath your window, the blunt hanging loosely from his slender fingers as he bent his knee, giving you something else to curl your arms around. From across the way, someone began playing music, making someone in the apartment directly under the two of you to begin singing. 

Karl took a drag off the blunt before letting the thick smoke pour from between his lips. "I think I need to teach you how to skate," he stated rather nonchalantly as he offered you the joint. 

You scoffed at his remark, leaning your head back against his chest and taking the blunt from him. "I'd like to see you try," you shot back jokingly, fully knowing you didn't have the balance and he didn’t have the patience, yet something churned within you at the thought. You knew you shouldn't have thought anything of it really, but Karl sharing a portion of something he's passionate about with you was next to a love language. 

Since spring break had begun, Karl had begun staying over at your place more frequently. During these nearly intimate moments where it had been only the two of you keeping each other company, you'd come to see Karl as more of a friend than just a booty call. Slowly peeling back the layers of his esoteric aura, you found out his quirks that you'd come to only associate with him, such as the brand of nail polish he trusted because it was a recommendation from a girl in his art class, or how when he was thinking about something deeper than a food order, he'd slick a hand through his hair to brush his bangs out of his eyes. 

Yet this meeting was spurred by something else. He’d shown up on your doorstep with a black eye and bruised knuckles. You knew his housemates were beginning to trickle back to campus, so you figured almost instantly that Todd had figured out what the two of you had been up to when he was gone. 

You pulled your front door open, tugging your hoodie closer to your body against the wind from outside. Karl stood before you, leaning a hand against your doorframe with a small smile plastered over his busted lip. There was a cut across his cheekbone as if whoever had hit him wore various rings. You gave into the impulses ringing in your body and reached up for his face, gently brushing a thumb against his jaw, which you could now tell was also beginning to bruise. One of his hands reached up to hold your wrist, his fingers grazed against your skin with such gentleness. The action was almost a juxtaposition to the way he looked. 

Karl sat down on your toilet, his eyes watching each of your movements as you fished through your cabinet for your roommate’s first aid kit. He wasn’t acting like he had been dragged around instead, he seemed more excited to see you than anything. Maybe that was due to the fact that you fed him, and stray dogs always come back to food. 

After clearing most of the dried blood from his wounds, you went about disinfecting and sealing him up. You stood between his legs, gently dabbing at the cut on his cheek, trying desperately not to think about how you were finally living out one of your fantasies. He leaned into your touch almost as if your skin held the elixir of life. You fought not to ask him what had happened because you knew he didn’t like talking about it, but you couldn’t help but worry about him a bit. 

You hugged the arm he had around you tighter to your chest, your eyes fixating on an open window across the way from the two of you. There were two people having dinner in a room next to the window, a warm glow from the lamps inside spilling into the dimming night. "Did it get lonely in that big ass house?" You inquired, watching his fingers reach to throw out the dead bud. That hand moved to play with your own, threading his fingers in and out of yours. The bandage wrapped around the base of his fingers stiffened his movements, but he seemed not to pay any mind to it. “I mean, even though you spent most of your time over here…” 

You felt him shrug against you. "I don't know." He was quiet for a minute as he thought. "I had the memories of what we did in—what did you call him? Todd?—Todd's bed, to keep me company," he quipped, making you snort. You leaned further back against him, enough to where your head was resting on his shoulder so you were looking up at the faint stars dotting the light-polluted sky. He rested his chin on your shoulder quietly. 

As the night grew colder, the two of you climbed back through the window, the haze of the weed still stimulating your mood, yet you quickly found yourself falling asleep in Karl's arms as he tucked your plush comforter around the two of you. His breathy sigh cascaded over your shoulders as he dug his face into your hair. He'd discarded his hoodie before joining your side, so his skin was now warm and inviting as he pressed against you. You bit back a laugh as you silently wished his aftercare was as soft as moments like these. 

A crack of thunder shook you from a dream, pulling you awake rather quickly. Your gaze lifted to peer at the clock on your nightstand as the rain seemed to hammer harder on the windows of your bedroom. Karl was sleeping peacefully beside you, arms lazily threaded through your pillows, unintentionally keeping your body closer to him. The bruising on his face somehow had gotten worse, but you were hoping there wasn’t any permanent damage. Maybe he’d have a scar like Johnny Cade? 

You slipped into his arms, earning a content sigh from Karl as his hands pushed beneath your shirt to brush his coarse fingers against the soft skin of your back, dipping into the valley of your spine. You pressed your lips against his shoulder before traveling the length of his collarbone and ending at his neck. He hummed in pleasure, still groggy from sleep. You let your lips glide over his skin, before leaning up to kiss him softly. He pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss with hints of passion despite the fact that he was still taking his time to wake up completely. 

Your hands danced towards his sweatpants and you felt him smile against your lips. You pulled away from him slightly, digging your face into the crook of his neck. “Let me make you feel good,” you leered, earning a lazy chuckle from him, his fingers knotting into your hair. A clap of lightning flashed outside, the thunder following to sound as if the storm was sitting on your building’s roof. 

Your fingers dipped beneath his waistband, palming him over his boxers slightly. A hushed moan of gratitude slipped past his lips as he softly bucked his hips against your hand while you applied more pressure. Karl sealed his lips against yours, the kiss sending heat throughout your body as his tongue pressed into your mouth, swirling with your own. A moan echoed through his body and into your mouth as he hardened against your hand, asking for more. One of his hands grazed the length of the arm that was working on him, his hand gently grasping your wrist. 

You heeded his silent requests, moving your hand so you could straddle him. You ground your hips against him, the friction between your clothes making the fabrics seem thicker and more barrier-like than anything. One of his hands pressed against the small of your back, driving you harder against him. You broke the kiss breathlessly, sitting off of him and tugging your shirt over your head, his eyes grazed over you almost thankfully. 

You pushed back the heavy covers, slinking down his legs until you were laying flat, tugging his boxers down in front of you. Your room flashed a bright white as the lightning from outside began to pick up. The sound of the rain's war against your windows was the only sound mixing with Karl's soft moan as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. You pressed your lips against his tip, one of his hands moving to rest behind his head so he could see you better. Your fingers icked to please him, his body reacting to each of your movements. 

He tensed under your grasp as you began to pump your hand, drawing out another soft moan from the man above you. "Does that feel good?" You taunted looking up at him through your eyelashes. He chuckled slightly, a dusting of pink settling into his cheeks. Your tongue slid along his length, basking in how his moans edged on being vulgar as you eased your mouth around his arousal. You bobbed your head once before pulling off of him, continuing to speed your hand motions gradually. His gaze was hazy as he attempted to avoid your sultry eye contact, him twitching at your movements each time he did. 

His lips were redder as he chewed on the flesh of them, evident as he continued to fight each moan wanting to escape. You were slightly surprised at this, considering Karl was always shamelessly loud. Maybe it was because he was so vulnerable to you know, and you were in charge. 

Your lips slowly traveled back to his arousal, his gray irises swimming with pleasure as you settled into to take him deeper into your mouth. His grip on your arm tightened as you pushed his tip past your lips once again, a strangled groan of pure pleasure hissing through his teeth. As he reached the back of your throat, tears began to brim in the corners of your eyes and his arousal twitched in your mouth. You began to bob your head once again, edging him on further with each of his moans of your name which you knew was a warning that he was close. You alternated the movements of your mouth and hand, making him fight against bucking his hips towards you. His cock tensed and in an instant, hot sticky strands of pleasure were filling your mouth.

He reached forward to brush his finger against your cheek, wiping away some tears that had pressed from your eyes. You pressed your lips against his thigh before crawling back up towards him. He tugged you on top of him again, lips kneading against yours as a silent appreciation. You push his hand back, threading your fingers with his own, careful not to squeeze against his bruised knuckles that you could tell were sore. You bit back a laugh at the thought of your poor broken boy. 

As the rain picked up heavier, you sank down on his arousal, earning a deep moan from Karl. The feeling of him inside of you this early in the day was a new kind of bliss. You curled your hips against him before bending down to press your lips against his, his hand tightening around yours. You ground against him, pushing him deeper into you, looking to elicit more of his sultry noises that alone—you were convinced—could send you over the edge. Your mind was set on getting him to climax again. Your teeth brushed against his teeth before moving alongside his jaw, letting him catch his breath. 

You pushed his shirt up as you sat back, fingers grazing down his chest as you moved, watching his eyes cloud with bliss to replace their morning hue. As you began to pick up your pace and use him as leverage, you held onto the forearm of his that was gripping onto you. He moaned a few curse words, his head dipping back in bliss, causing the veins in his neck to be more prominent. You moved the hand that was holding onto your waist up to your face. You slipped his index finger into your mouth and his lips parted, eyes fully focused on your actions as your tongue swirled around his fingers. 

His attention burned into you, his jaw tensing with each of your tactics. His hand moved from your mouth to wrap around the back of your neck, bringing your lips back to his. As the coolness of his tongue ring grazed against your own tongue, your hips pressed against him harder. You swallowed his moans, feeling him twitch inside of you as you sped up, tightening around him. Thunder shook your tiny apartment again. 

He cursed darkly, biting back another groan. In no time, you felt his heat come undone inside of you, pride swelling in your chest at how easy it was for you to get him off. Pleasure drenched his expression, gray irises blooming with bliss and contentment. He pressed his lips against yours briefly before you curled into bed beside him. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the rain. 

Karl cleared his throat slightly. "If we do that enough times, do you think we'd get horny whenever there's a storm?" 

You furrowed your brows. "What, like you want me to Pavlov you?" 

"Yeah."

There was a beat of silence as you fought how to respond to his question. "It'd be interesting to be in your head for a day," you opted. 

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