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7.5: the perilla leaf 》 series m.list

note: nah cos why did u guys blow up 6.5??? jus cos it was nasty sex ????? WAS THE MIRROR SEX CH NOT AS HOT ???? 😭 jus kidding … hello to my new readers !! hello to my day 1s !!! i’m so glad u’re here <3 enj this ch as we are near the end … i know i took a hot minute... but now u guys will know WHY. pls lmk ur thots ,, i am in desperate need of validation cos i’m losing motivation 😀✊🏽 mwah ,, wuv u all ,, until next time !

warnings: this ch is lengthy !!! i'm too lazy to do a word count... anyways,, miscommunication (jk & mina, mina & oc, eunwoo & jk & oc, etc etc), rejection (take a wild guess 😛) and jealousy ((take an even wilder guess)) angst & implied smut (((pls do not be like jk,, he’s such a douche in this ch))) oc has mean girl vibes... etc etc👨‍🍳✨

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When Yuna meets you, she's wearing Taehyung’s jersey.

You keep your mouth shut about it, hoping if you don’t bring up her situationship with Taehyung—she won’t bring up yours with Jungkook.

It’s simple girl logic. Something you’ve always loved about Yuna is that even though she is the nosiest human to ever exist—she knows her boundaries when it comes to you. With that, you’ve always felt safe with her. Eventually, you’ll tell her everything. Besides, what fun is being in a situationship when your loving friends come in with their thoughts and concerns? Evidentially bringing the truth to light and ending your delusion?

No fun!

Speaking of delusion…

“Oh my god,” Yuna gasps as she makes an effort to block your view. You huff at her, annoyed at how childish she’s acting. She waves her arms frantically, trying to keep you focused on the other side of the bleachers. Isn’t that ridiculous? For someone trying to get you to avoid looking a specific way, she draws all the attention to it. “Babes, whatever you do, don’t look—___, seriously? Stop! Please, you’re just going to—”

In disbelief, you grumble; “why is Mina wearing Jungkook’s jersey?”

Your own words make you want to throw up.

What the actual fuck.

She’s standing a few feet away from the soccer team with her friends. The towels in their hands—at this point should be pompoms—make them look so… Entitled? You don’t even know half of the girls she’s standing with. Yet, you hate them.

You despise them and the way they look so perfect.

They’re all wearing a team member’s jersey… Mina just so happens to have Jungkook’s on. It makes you wonder… Did he give that to her? Did they meet after you two fucked? Did he really mean it when he said, “quickie?”

Did he mean anything he said to you at the party? Not that he was making promises... It's just irritating because you almost believed him.

Believed in being his girl.

... Whatever that means.

His words were sweet but the way he looked into your eyes was his entire tell. They were sweeter. He had a softness in his gaze. It looked genuine—you swear it was.

“I think the jerseys are from last season… Look!” Yuna tugs the fabric of the jersey sleeve to you and begins to point details out. “See? This is Taehyung’s from this season. It’s made of thinner material and even the colour is lighter! Mina’s is—”

You turn the other cheek, not bothering to entertain the rest of this conversation. What was the use? You’d only hurt yourself with all the overthinking and cause drama between you and Jungkook. Besides, you have faith in him. He knows how you feel when it comes to Mina… He wouldn’t push it, right? And if anything… You can’t seem to think of a reason why he would be upset with you right now.

The quickie was just a quickie.

Not much to say. He was normal—until he left. Jungkook had left without saying goodbye and it made you feel a little weird. Not even a text? Not even a heads-up? Not even a kiss? Odd of him.

Again, it’s nothing worth starting a fight.

… And besides, when were you guys the type to fight over things like this? You two aren’t dating. Communication—in this sense—is it really necessary?

“Shit,” Yuna nudges you. “She’s waving at us. Wave back so she doesn’t know we’re talking shit—”

“We’re not talking shit,” you hiss. “Who even cares?”

“Okay, jealous era!” Her words earn an eye roll from you. Quickly, you give in and flash Mina a faint smile and wave your hands at her. She giggles and returns to chatting with her friends.

“Remind me again… Why did I come?” you groan as you take a seat. Ignoring you, Yuna sits down beside you and takes her phone out. You peek over and see that she’s texting Taehyung good luck. “Do you go to all their games?”

“I try to.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Yuna snorts. “Taehyung likes the support.”

You bite your tongue.

Should you even ask? It’s probably safer to assume, right?

“Do you like Taehyung?” Your words come out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Afraid of her reaction, you brace yourself for her defensiveness. Instead, her lips curve into a smirk.

“Do you like Jungkook?”

Stupid question.

Just when Yuna thinks you’re about to react to her question, the crowd begins to cheer. You two turn your attention to the field where your Uni’s team and the opposing team all come out and shake each other’s hands. Then, they run a small lap around the bleachers and briefly greet everyone.

You watch Jungkook in silence. You don’t cheer his name or even wave. It doesn’t matter though. He sees you.

When he does, he playfully squints his eyes and tilts his chin up. With both of his hands, he makes the OK hand gesture and brings the circle parts to his eyes. Then, he flips one.

69.

Your eyes widen. As you throw your head back to laugh, out of instinct, you give him the middle finger. He chuckles and returns your gesture by blowing you a kiss.

Mina watches as he blows his kiss towards you.

Her cheers go quiet. For a split second, you two make eye contact. She smiles at you shyly. You gulp and turn your attention back to the field. Shortly, the game begins. As the crowd cheers, she finds her mood again. Meanwhile, your attention goes back and forth to Mina, cheering on the sidelines, and Jungkook, playing like losing isn’t an option.

For some reason, you feel a little bad. She’s so supportive and cute (you hate to admit it)… And he’s… Well, why does it matter what he is? All you know is that he isn’t hers.

Yet, he isn’t yours either.

Jungkook scores the final goal.

Of course, he does.

As the crowd goes wild, you can’t help but join in. His teammates run to him, engulfing him like the ace he is. Jungkook pokes his head out and looks at the crowd. When his eyes land on you, you offer him and smile and a thumbs up. He sticks his tongue out at you before he returns to his victorious team.

Shortly after, Yuna guides you down to the field the minute your area clears. As she does this, you can’t help but feel a little nervous. What were you going to say to him? Even if you had already seen and spent time with him today, right now feels a lot different.

The way to the field isn’t that long of a walk. Suddenly, you’re standing across from him. He’s saying his last few goodbyes to his teammates and hanging back with Taehyung. Yuna sprints to Taehyung, happily congratulating him and teasing his soccer moves. You watch in awe as the two bond and laugh together. Walking to Jungkook, you keep your head high.

He would be happy you showed up, right? You didn’t text him that you were coming… But this is a good surprise! At least, you hope it is. He mentioned not telling you about the game because he didn’t feel like begging you to come. Well, here you are. No begging and no sour attitude. You’re here for him.

It’s all shits and giggles until Mina beats you to him.

He’s only a few steps away from you, but in an instant—he feels so far away. You pause, wondering if you should continue to walk to him. It doesn’t matter if he was watching or waiting for you to come to him; you can leave right now. You could turn around and just wait by the bleachers. Or… You could just go home.

Perhaps there’s a look in your eye that gives your thoughts away or maybe, your friends just know you too well.

Yuna catches you backing away. She glares at you and side-eyes the direction towards Jungkook. In response, you shake your head with a polite smile—a smile that is trying to mask the fact that you kind of want to rip Mina’s cute head off.

Polite.

Just as you’re about to turn away, you feel someone grab onto your forearm. Looking up, you realize it’s Eunwoo.

“When we were dating, I almost always begged you to come to these games,” Eunwoo complains, grinning ear to ear. “Funny seeing you here.”

Eunwoo isn’t on the team.

He doesn’t even play soccer, really. Basketball is more of his thing. In all fairness, he loves sports and a lot of his friends are on the soccer team. When you two were dating, you were almost never together on Friday nights because of these stupid games. He’d beg for you to come with him and you’d reject and promise him your Saturday night.

“You aren’t even on the team,” you laugh, earning an embarrassed grin from him. “What’s the point of going to a game if your boyfriend isn’t on the team?”

He tilts his head. Suddenly, your words sink in. Did you really just say that?

“I came with Yuna!” you attempt to save yourself. “She always comes to these things… For Taehyung or something.. I—I just thought I’d c-check it out.”

Eunwoo gives you a funny look.

You aren’t sure if he bought your excuse but you’ll pretend like he did just to salvage any dignity you have left. Everything feels so embarrassing right now. Nothing is going your way and you just feel so out of place.

Is it overstimulation?

You came all this way to see one person—why are there so many other people?

“Are you here to see Jungkook?” Eunwoo asks bluntly. “You know… Since he’s on the team.”

Eyes widened, you shake your head profusely. “Ew! W-what? No! Who said that? I’m here because my friends are on the team and—”

“You’re a bad liar,” he interrupts you. “Always have been. You should stick with being honest.”

You huff at him. Out of everyone here, he’s probably your safest option when it comes to admitting the truth. In a way—in your way—you give in.

“He’s talking to Mina.”

“Oh,” Eunwoo turns his head, seeing for himself what all your fuss is about. When he takes it all in, he turns back to you with a shrug. “She’s cute.”

“She is cute… You should date her.”

Eunwoo rolls his eyes before engulfing you in a bear hug. He ruffles your hair, knowing you hate it when he does this. You groan and shove him away from you. As you compose yourself, he sighs.

“Yah, ___,” Eunwoo lifts his finger and points at you. With a serious tone, he warns you: “Don’t be so obvious with your jealousy. It hurts my feelings that you never acted this jealous when it came to me.”

You smile at him sweetly. “That’s because you’re a well-trained dog.”

“Ouch!” Eunwoo laughs, pretending you hurt his heart. “Yes, it’s true. What can I say? Any day being your bitch is a good day to be a dog… That’s why I’m still begging for you back even though I broke up with you.”

With a whiney tone, you say, “oh, shut up.”

“Still a no to the whole getting-back-together-with-me thing?” he winks, sightly kidding and slightly not. You cross your arms and shake your head at him. He attempts one last time. “Awh, come on! We can even fake date just to get a reaction out of Jungkook… I have no problem betraying friendship for love.”

“Oh my god, shut up!”

This time, you roll your eyes at him and tell him he’s being ridiculous. You remind him that his little drunken confession at the party was close to meaningless. He knew from the very start that you’re the type to move on when things end. Good or bad, you never look back. You’ve lived your life this way for so long—you can’t recall whether it brought you more luck or pain.

Eunwoo doesn’t care for your little speech. Instead, he laughs and continues to push your buttons.

“Wow, you must love Jungkook at this point. You know, you can just say that, right? You loveeee—“

You lunge yourself to him, attempting to playfully put him in a chokehold. He’s a lot taller than you so you struggle. Honesty, it’s cute and he can’t resist you. Eunwoo laughs and bends his knees, pretending to struggle as you seek revenge. He gives in, letting you have your way.

Meanwhile, Jungkook can’t concentrate on his conversation with Mina.

The big smile on his face faded as he watched you turn away when you were only a few steps away from him. How could you do such a thing? You walking towards him made him so happy. It was a sight he had been daydreaming of for the past few days. Though he saw you just hours before, he didn’t expect to see you at the game.

He thought you didn’t care.

Yet, there you were.

Shit, how does he even begin to explain how it felt to see you there? How annoying it was when you threw your head back to laugh, and his heart raced like never before? He was obsessed with you. Every little thing you do—he was your number one fan.

Except for moments like these.

Where you hesitate as you walk towards him. Where you get distracted and forget about him just because your ex showed up.

Where you give up.

“... And so, I guess… What I’m trying to ask is if you’d want to grab dinner with me and my friends? And then maybe we could do something after that… Alone? Like just the two of us?” Mina’s voice cuts in, interrupting Jungkook’s thoughts of you. “We could watch a movie at my place? My roommate went home for the weekend so we’d have the place to ourselves.”

He stares blankly, trying his best to process everything Mina is blabbing about.

“Ohh… Thanks for the offer! You know the team and I usually celebrate with dinner together, right? ” Jungkook says it happily as if he isn’t rejecting her. “Next time?”

Idiot, Jungkook thinks to himself.

No next time. No this time. No nothing.

Why does he do this? Why does he always push things back for Mina when he doesn’t even want to reschedule? He doesn’t want to reject her… But he does.

Within seconds, the disappointment in Mina’s eyes fades when she comes up with a solution. Her eyes light up, believing in the compromise she’s about to pitch. “Then maybe I could join you guys? Taehyung and Yuna already know me and—”

“But it’s a team thing.”

Mina’s eyebrows furrow. Slightly offended, she pushes the conversation. “Oh… But Eunwoo goes. Yuna does too. She isn’t on the team—she’s just dating Taehyung.”

“No, she isn’t,” Jungkook laughs, finding the assumption cute. “At least, not yet.”

It’s not that funny, though. Mina doesn’t laugh and the silence between the two is heavy. Her facial expression drops, indicating her mood shifts to something less enthusiastic.

Annoyance?

Desperation?

Hurt.

“___ isn’t on the team. She isn’t dating you… But she’ll be there, right?” Mina chokes her words out as if she’s accepting her defeat. Saying this is a wildcard, but she plays it anyway. “Or what I mean to say is that she’s not dating you… Not yet. Haha.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It’s dry and it’s… Nothing. No words, no thoughts.

He can’t think of a defense and he isn’t even really sure what he’s supposed to say. In his lifetime, he has gotten more than a handful of confessions… But for some reason, this one feels painful.

Pitiful.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Jungkook breathes. He scratches the back of his neck and looks at Mina shyly. “I really appreciate the support—I really do. It’s just… I never wanted yours.”

Mina stares at him blankly.

“Okay, I get that… But… This is what you do when you like someone. You do thoughtful things they never ask for. You sit through their practices even if it’s pouring rain or hot as fuck. You wash your towels with their favourite laundry detergent because they mentioned they're sensitive to strong scents—no, actually… I think you drive them home and ignore the other girl who sits with his friends and waits for him… Right? You blow her kisses from across the field instead of the girl that helped set up for the game.”

Jungkook’s heart drops.

“Mina—”

“I waited for you and you never came. You didn’t even text me. Do you know how that feels? To wait for someone and they don’t even—god, I like you so much I made myself look sooo stupid.” Mina groans in frustration. She puts her hands to her face, taking a breath in before continuing to get things off her chest.

“I should’ve left. Instead, I stayed and checked my phone every two minutes in case you texted. Then, I thought, okay… At least I can try to bond with your friends. But you know what? All they could talk about was you and ___. I sat there, listening and nodding like an idiot.”

Fuck.

Jungkook wants to sympathize with her, but can’t find the words or the strength to reach out. As he hesitates, Mina gathers her final thoughts and makes her last few moves. Abruptly, she shoves the towel in her hands to Jungkook’s chest.

“She didn’t even know you joined the team again after quitting. She has never gone to a game until today. She doesn’t even chant your name or cheer when you score a goal. She’s over there, flirting with her ex-boyfriend while you’re here rejecting me.” Mina fumes. “Is that who you’re going to pick over me? If so, fine. Nice choice, Jungkook. I wish you the best. Thanks for wasting my time.”

“You chose to be here. Look at yourself. Why are you even wearing that?” Jungkook points at the jersey she has on. Mina tightens her lips, suddenly feeling ridiculous. She pushes past him but pauses when Jungkook mumbles the words, “You led yourself on.”

Sharply, Mina raises her voice. “She doesn’t even want you.”

Ouch.

Mina’s words hit Jungkook right in the heart. Right in the spot where his insecurities and overthinking take place—the words strike him.

They hurt him.

They kill him.

“Don’t speak for her,” he warns, gaze lowered and stern. “She may not have cheered as loud as you during the game, but who fucking cares when she was chanting my name the other night… Or was it before the game today? I can’t remember. Fucked around too much to remember.”

Mina darts Jungkook a glare. “You’re an insensitive asshole. Do you know that?”

Jungkook huffs, beginning to feel frustrated. “Your feelings are yours, my feelings are mine. So, you don’t get to say shit about ___ to me—not about the way she treats me or her choices. I’m a grown man, Mina. I can figure it out when I need to pull out and how much shit I can take.”

“Mind giving me a few lessons, then?” she asks, eyes beginning to tear up. “I think I put up with yours for a minute too long.”

Everything becomes difficult in that exact second. There’s so much empathy Jungkook wants to express, but can not. He should not. He needs to pull away now or else he would be doing exactly what she’s accusing him of doing—leading her on.

“I’m sorry, Mina,” Jungkook apologizes softly, truly feeling stuck. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Mina sighs, eyes watery from the tears that threaten to fall. “You’re a grown man, Jungkook. You can figure it out when you need to pull out and how much shit you can take.”

Jungkook lowers his head, feeling bad for his harsh words. A part of him hates how this interaction went down. He could’ve been kinder. He should’ve been kinder. At the same time, it feels like this is all worth it. There’s no better way to end things than just to cut everything off.

Still, he attempts one last time.

“Mina,” Jungkook raises his face and looks at her in the eyes. “Look, I was as honest as I could be. I didn’t know I would like her so much. I didn’t know I’d feel this way about her at all… It just happened. I don’t mean to be an asshole. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I’m so sorry. With my whole heart, I am so fucking sorry."

Mina gulps, a little taken aback by his words. There’s a relief in her heart when Jungkook expresses his feelings to her. At least, there was clarity.

At least, he was honest.

At least, it ends like this.

She balls her fists and raises them. Waving them in the air, slowly and cutely, she smiles at Jungkook one last time.

Softly, she cheers, “go, Jungkook. Go.”

In the past, the friendgroup seating arrangement was a no-brainer. The order always went: other friends, you, Yuna, Taehyung, and then Jungkook. This was the blueprint.

Tonight, it’s different.

It earns a few confused looks, but nothing major. No one thinks twice about it. Maybe that’s because they didn’t catch the small moment in between—the one where Jungkook tugged on the hem of your crewneck and you complied. Taking a seat beside him, he keeps his hands near yours.

Though the restaurant is packed and busy, sitting beside Jungkook feels slow.

Was this even possible? For time to feel like it slows down when you’re beside him? It’s like every gesture he makes, every word that comes out of his mouth, and every stolen glance at you feels mindlessly slow. Yet, your heart races beside him. Even then, you can’t deny how gentle he is.

How every fingertip brush he makes is intentional. How he eventually hooks his pinky onto yours. How he inches closer and closer to you. Each time, you look away and pretend you don’t notice it. You do. You really do.

It feels strange.

Back at the field, it felt like he didn’t pay attention to you. Was it because of whatever he and Mina had discussed moments before? He didn’t talk about it when he joined you and Eunwoo. Instead, he kindly greeted you two and excused himself to quickly shower at the locker room before heading out to dinner. You and Eunwoo agreed to wait for him.

So, you can’t put your finger on it.

He was acting strange, but it wasn’t like anyone else was saying anything about it. A part of you wonders if it’s all in your head. Even though he had acknowledged your presence and excused himself politely—it felt like he was distant.

It hurt your feelings.

Why is he acting so weird? The possibilities you make in your head feel limited. The entire way here, you kept replaying moments between you two recently. What could have gone wrong? What could you have done wrong? What about him changed his mind about you? These thoughts flooded your mind so much that you didn’t even realize that he tugged on your crewneck for you to sit down beside him.

Now, here you are.

Mind racing with anxious thoughts, sitting beside the man who is the cause.

Your mind is telling you one thing, but his actions are proving otherwise. You don’t know which to believe and it makes you unsure of what to do. Everything is muffled and you can barely make out the small talk happening around you. The only thing clearer than your confused feelings are Jungkook’s gentle touches.

… That is until Yuna and Eunwoo begin to argue.

“Don’t you usually sit beside her?”

Yuna dismisses him. “Who cares?”

“I do,” Eunwoo protests. “If anyone is going to steal your seat, it’s going to be me!”

“No! You can’t. You can sit beside Taehyung—”

Eunwoo crosses his arms at her. “I thought you liked me. Am I no longer your favourite?”

His words trigger Yuna’s shoulders to drop. She bites her tongue and side eyes Jungkook. Jungkook catches her look and simply clears his throat. Then, he nudges you.

“Let Yuna sit beside you.” Jungkook’s tone is serious yet casual. You tilt your head at him and give him a weird look.

“Why does it matter?” you press. In all honesty, you aren't sure of what answer to expect. You're just poking the bear just because you can.

“I’m sitting beside you,” Jungkook points out. “It only makes sense that Yuna sits on your other side. Your favourite people in the world, you know?”

Unfazed, you shake your head. “Be honest… Do you not want Eunwoo to sit beside me?”

“I’m sitting beside you. Focus on that.”

You huff. “It’s yes or no, Jungkook.”

“Or.”

He answers without a lighthearted tone. Without a smile. Without the intention of miscommunicating what he wants. You can’t help but pity him. It’s obvious he’s a little sensitive right now and considering how he left things with you earlier—maybe you should be kinder. Maybe you should cater to him tonight.

But… At the same time…

Jungkook is being difficult, so maybe you should run the same play.

Okay, fine.

Since the ball is in your court, you shoot your shot.

“Eunwoo,” you say sweetly, “sit beside me. Yuna can sit beside Taehyung.”

Taehyung, who is sitting across from you, gulps. He instantly feels like he’s caught in the middle. Between trying to please every request Yuna throws at him to catering to his friends—when would this agony end? When could he finally have peace and not get poop anxiety from all this drama?

“But ___—”

You hush your best friend. Yuna pouts and glares at Eunwoo. Truth be told, she doesn’t care if she’s the one sitting beside you or not—she just didn’t want it to be Eunwoo. For Jungkook’s sake; she wanted it to be him. But by the looks of it, Jungkook is in a mood and you’re way too in your head tonight. Ultimately, she accepts her defeat and slumps beside Taehyung.

Taehyung tries to cheer her up by pointing at her favourite foods. It works. She instantly smiles and sits up with pep. He lets out a breath of relief and shares a look with Jungkook. A, that-was-a-close-one kind that makes Jungkook laugh. You watch as he laughs and can’t help but feel your annoyance begin to fade.

Okay… It’s confirmed. He’s in a weird mood tonight, but he’s still Jungkook.

He is still your Jungkook.

As Eunwoo settles beside you, he strikes up a conversation with the other teammates around him. On your left, you just hear Eunwoo talking your ear off. On your right, Jungkook goes on his phone and goes quiet. Only every so often would he chuckle or make a side comments.

It’s then that you realize you hate where you’re sitting.

So, you do the only logical thing you can.

Flirt with him.

Slowly, you place your hand on Jungkook’s thigh. You lean forward, pressing some weight on him. He puts his phone down and looks up at you. Cutely, you smile at him and take your hands off his lap.

Patting his head, you softly tell him; “Jungkook, you played well.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair and look into his eyes. You bat your eyelashes a few times, attempting to act cute. Deep inside, you hope this works. You hope you win him over.

You do.

Right then and there, all his plans go out the window. He will never get used to this. He loves hearing praises from your lips. In complete trance of how you say it, what you say, and why you say it—everything. He craves for you to be obsessed with him the way he is with you.

So, fuck it.

He could pause his sulky attitude for you.

Anything for you.

Jungkook’s lips curve into a half smile. “Don’t be cute.”

“Why?” you pout. “Is it working?”

“Are you trying to entice me?” He chuckles before leaning close to you and lowering his voice. “It’s working, I’ll admit that… But it’s kind of shameless of you to be trying so hard right now. Our friends are here, ___… Don’t start shit you can’t finish, pookie.”

Playfully, you hit his shoulder. “I always finish.”

“Is that so?”

You look at him as innocent as possible. “Yeah. Thanks to you.”

Jungkook goes dizzy.

As he’s about to make a shameless remark, the waiter squeezes himself in between you two and places water down for the table. Everyone thanks him and reaches for a cup. Jungkook hands you one and you drink it.

“Thirsty as always,” he shakes his head at you fondly.

Then, he takes a sip of his water. By complete accident, some water spills and gets the corner of his mouth and a bit of his chin wet. You laugh, put down your cup, and tug on your sleeves. Without much thought, you move closer to him and use your sleeves to dry him.

“You always spill your drink,” you nag. “Are you a child?”

He stays still, not wanting you to move away. “No.”

You taunt him. “Baby.”

“Who the fuck is baby?” Jungkook mimics.

Lowering your gaze, you send him a warning look. He laughs and puts his hands up in surrender. As you finish cleaning him up, you sneak in a final comment. “Yah, a lot of girls would break up with you if you do this shit on a first date… Such an ick. Imagine going out with a guy that needs a sippy cup.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at how extensive you’re stretching this out. “It’s charming. I make it charming. My girlfriend would just have to get over it. It’s that simple.”

“Sure,” you agree with a sarcastic tone. “As if I can ever get over it.”

At this point, Jungkook is going to lose track of how many times you’ve made his heart skip a beat. This is completely unfair. How do you say shit like that so easily and captivate him without even knowing? Should he say something about it?

As he opens his mouth to speak, he loses his chance.

“___, Jungkook,” Eunwoo chimes in, “Since this is ___’s first time eating with the team… Should we just order our usual?”

Jungkook nods, agreeing with the suggestion. You do the same and state you feel indifferent. Eunwoo then goes on and on about the food. He tells you about the dishes he thinks you’ll like and which ones you should avoid due to your preferences. All the shit he says are things Jungkook has noticed about you before—it just annoys the hell out of him that Eunwoo is telling you all this shit like he’s still your boyfriend.

He isn’t.

So, he should shut the fuck up, right?

Jungkook’s thoughts are put on pause when his phone vibrates. He looks at the notification and reads:

Yuna [8:07PM]: stop making that face

Yuna [8:07PM]: idk if u're jealous or need to shit

Jungkook [8:08PM]: lol but like did u see her flirting w me 😌🤘

Yuna [8:08PM]: yes. do u want a medal or smt?

Jungkook [8:09PM]: she wants me fr 🦄💕

Yuna [8:11PM]: is that why she nd eunwoo look like they're abt to kiss?? 😳

Instantly, Jungkook looks up from his phone and turns to you. You're just laughing and talking with Eunwoo. No kissing in sight.

Yuna [8:11PM]: made u look 🤣

Jungkook [8:13PM]: not funny.

Yuna's laughter fills the room. You turn to her, breaking away from your conversation with Eunwoo.

"What's so funny?" you ask.

She shrugs with a smug smile on her face. Pointing at him, she teases, "Jungkook's in a mood."

You look at Jungkook and see him roll his eyes. He sinks into his seat and mutters a few inaudible words. From the looks of it, you can almost swear that his eyes were a little teary. Was he about to cry or something?

"You okay?" you ask him softly. Your concern grows as he lifts his face and looks at you. He looks tired. Exhausted even. "Do you wanna talk?"

Jungkook feels a sense of relief.

You care.

Thank god you care.

In response, he squeezes your thigh. “I’m good,” he promises. “You okay?”

You nod, leaning in. “More than.”

It happens so fast. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you were barely an inch away from his lips. He even dipped his head—and then you caught yourself.

Holy shit, were you just about to kiss him? In front of everyone? When did this become second nature? You want to believe that only you caught yourself… But it’s too late. Jungkook was bracing himself.

He knew what you were about to do. He was giving in too.

As you break away, his heart breaks a little. Laughing awkwardly, you turn back to Eunwoo and continue your conversation with him. At this point, he isn’t sure if he’s just hangry or purely annoyed with everything and everyone. He feels so alone. He hates that you’re right beside him too.

He’s so fucking over this.

When the food arrives, the spread is breathtaking. Maybe it’s because everyone is hungry as fuck and the game was a huge success, but the mood suddenly lightens. The smell of meat being grilled and the sound of the side dishes being passed around was music to everyone’s ears.

As Jungkook grills the meat, he places the first one ready on your plate. He continues to pile your plate. With lingering eyes, Taehyung groans out in frustration.

“Yah!” He cries, “that’s unfair. You can’t possibly give ___ all that meat! Give me some!”

Yuna hits him playfully and tells him to let Jungkook be. She reaches over to the other grill and places meat on his plate. Taehyung huffs, and sinks into his seat.

“Jungkook used to put meat on my plate first.” Taehyung continues to whine.

You all hear him but choose to ignore his words. You aren’t even sure how you’re supposed to act with this. Jungkook was always sweet to you. He has always looked out for you. He has been a gentleman… Now that you’re paying attention to him—you can’t help but feel so infatuated.

You're drawn to him.

“Do you even eat that much meat?” Eunwoo teases, as he reaches over your plate and picks a piece of meat off. He shoves it in his mouth and you laugh at him. His cheeks are all puffy from the food he stuffed in.

“No, but that doesn’t mean you can steal it off my plate,” you mutter. “You’re such a thief.”

“I stole your heart once upon a time,” he reminds you. “I’ll be the thief if you’re the cop.”

You cringe at him. “Thank god you broke up with me.”

“You used to love my lines!” Eunwoo jokes, suddenly ruffing your hair like how he did at the field. You shove his hand away and groan at him.

Jungkook witnesses it all.

The entire time, he feels like he’s being tortured. Sure, you’re allowed to have other guy friends. Sure, you’re allowed to have exes… So why was this bothering him so much? Eunwoo is a good guy too! He’s his friend and it’s not like Jungkook has dibs. If we’re being realistic—Eunwoo had you first.

Cue Jungkook’s insecurities.

Do they know how long it took for Jungkook to get to where he is with you right now? How long he had to wait just for him to be able to hook your pinkies together under a table? How long it took for you to sit down beside him without arguing? How long it took for you to accept his presence? How long it took him to get you to act cute?

Too long.

And here Eunwoo is—a mere ex-boyfriend—getting your banters and treating you like you’re still his.

It makes Jungkook sick to his stomach. He’s losing his appetite by the second.

His thoughts are put on pause when Eunwoo proclaims: “___, look! Our favourite… Perilla leaves!”

Jungkook’s eyes bulge.

You smile at Eunwoo and practically celebrate with him. As he picks one up with his chopsticks, another sticks to it. As you pick up your chopsticks, you take the other side and peel the perilla leaf apart. Together, you and Eunwoo giggle and wrap the perilla leaf with some meat. Suddenly, he brings his wrapped perilla leaf to your mouth. Happily, you eat what he offered.

“Good bite, baby.” Eunwoo praises you.

With a mouth full, you childishly hit him and scold him for not taking a bite himself. Eunwoo listens and picks up another perilla leaf. You two repeat to peel them a part and—

Jungkook wants to kill himself.

Oh god, he wants to rip Eunwoo’s head off.

To make matters worse, Yuna attempts to be of rescue.

"Eunwoo," she gasps. "Aren't you being a little too shameless?"

Eunwoo shrugs as he prepares another bite for you. "Yuna, just because there's a goalie doesn't mean I can't score."

That does it. Something inside Jungkook snaps. He wants to be so mad at you—no, he is so mad at you.

How could you do this to him? How could you let Eunwoo say such things?

Don’t you know what this all means? Falling in love. Marriage. Children. A whole fucking nuclear future with someone that wasn’t him. It’s fucking insane you’d let Eunwoo go this far… And right in front of Jungkook? Were you serious? Do you hate him this much?

In a hurry, Jungkook takes his phone and opens his iMessage. He taps on your name— which is easy because it’s pinned—and sends you a text.

Then, he puts his phone down and begins to shove food into his mouth. He stays quiet and glares at the meat as if the meat did him wrong too. He can’t even begin to express how he feels—it’s just all over the place. He is all over the place.

When his text is sent, your phone vibrates. You glance at Jungkook, a little confused as you see that he sent you a text. Sliding your phone open, you tap on his message.

mfker [8:32PM]: video attachment

Curiously, you tap on the video. As it loads, you turn down your phone volume just in case it was too loud. When the volume icon goes away, your screen reveals a familiar zooming in shot of Jungkook's face. He rolls his eyes and you hear yourself laugh. Suddenly, the angle switches to you holding the camera out at arms length.

You see the corner of your face. Your boobs. Your ass. His abs. His smirk. Him. Naked.

Your hands fly to your mouth, stopping yourself from gasping out-loud.

The sex tape.

Your sex tape with him.

In a split second, you shut your phone and turn it over. Wide-eyed, you push yourself away from the table and make the effort to excuse yourself. Everyone acknowledges your announcement but for Jungkook. He doesn’t even look up.

As you get up, you turn to him. You utter under your breath, “meet me outside. We need to talk.”

The minute Jungkook slams his car door shut, you get right to the point.

“What the fuck was that?”

Jungkook settles into his seat, unafraid of your anger. He was unashamed. What he did was reckless, yes, but it was no mistake.

With a nonchalant tone, he answers you. “What? The video? You told me to send it to you.”

Groaning, you bring your hands to your face. “Not during dinner! Not when our friends are sitting beside us! That was fucking embarrassing. Are you trying to humiliate me? That shit is private. It's us intimate. What kind of game are you playing—”

“I’m not playing any fucking game,” Jungkook controls his rage. “Why are you so embarrassed? Because it’s me fucking you in that video and not Eunwoo?”

Your eyes widen at his words.

You want to scream. Instead, with a calm and slow tone, you confront him. “So… That’s what this is about?”

Jungkook sighs heavily, clearly fed up with this conversation already. He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he reaches over and opens his glove compartment. As he rummages through, you huff at his avoidance. When he finds what he needs, he aggressively shuts the compartment closed. You watch as he brings his device to his lips. Inhaling, he takes a hit of his vape.

You glare at him.

“Can you do that on your own time? I’m trying to talk to you.”

He turns to you and blows a puff at you.

“Jungkook,” you warn him, “stop it.”

In response, he shrugs and takes a final hit.

“I didn’t even know you vape,” you say quietly. “Aren’t you supposed to take care of your body and shit? As an athlete?”

He chuckles at the label. Athlete. Sure, that’s what he was… But he was also on a break for a good amount of time. He was also human.

“I’m just stressed,” he admits. “You make me stressed.”

You laugh and take the opportunity to grab the vape from his hands. Without much thought, you open your door and toss it out. He rolls his eyes and just as he’s about to open his car door to retrieve it—you catch his wrist.

“Can you focus on me?”

As much as he hates to admit it, your words will always win him over. Even though he hesitates, he surrenders. Jungkook settles himself into his seat again and puts his hands on the wheel. Bowing his head, he shuts his eyes and takes a moment.

Silence fills the car as you two try to figure out which direction this conversation should go. So far, not so good.

You attempt once again. This time, you go from a different angle.

“Why did you leave me earlier today? I know you were busy but… You didn’t even say goodbye.” In all honesty, you hate it when you say shit like this. You feel so weak and like you could let out a sob in between words. Not to mention the fact that you’re rarely in this position. This was new. You have never fought for anyone the way you fight for Jungkook.

“I had a game.”

Jungkook’s concise answer irks you. Was he fucking serious? Could he try even just a little bit?

“I know you had a game.. At least, I found out through Mina’s Instagram post… Which… I mean, you didn’t even bother telling me you had a game. Yuna goes to those—I can too.”

No.

That’s not even what you really mean to say. What you mean to say is: I want to go to your games. I want you to want me to be there. I want you to care if I’m there or not. I want to be the one wearing your fucking jersey.

Jungkook responds plainly, “I told you… I didn’t feel like begging for you to come.”

“You don’t have to beg,” you pitch. “I would have—”

“You would have what?” he sneers. “Would you have come then? Without me asking? Without me telling you? Or did you come out of spite? Like, the fact that Mina was around me and you weren’t… Is that what brought you to me today?”

Hilarious.

Wow, what a dick.

“No,” you object. “I came because you came over for a quickie and then left. Without a word. Without a kiss. It was unlike you. I wanted to talk about it but you’re acting like this and I can’t—I don’t understand what’s going on. Jungkook, what’s going on?”

At this point, you're practically desperate. You reach for his hands. Eyes searching for his, he shakes your grip off his hands the second you intertwine them. You furrow your eyebrows, completely confused and shocked at his rejection. Wasn’t this what he wanted?

“I hate you.”

Suddenly, your throat feels dry. In an attempt to calm your mind, you search for his hands again. For the second time, he pushes yours away. Then, you brace yourself. What he says next could ultimately be the end… Right? This is where everything is headed.

The end.

Then, he says the oddest thing.

“I hate perilla leaves.”

You tilt your head at him. “What?”

“Are you going to marry him?”

You blink.

“Who?”

“Eunwoo.”

For a moment, you wonder if he’s joking. Was he actually serious? Your question is answered as Jungkook lifts his head and looks at you with a sad expression. It takes you by surprise. Come to think of it—you’ve never seen him upset. At least, not like this. Not sad. Not defeated.

“You’re mad at me… Because of a perilla leaf?”

Your loss for words. Unexplainable. Unbelievable.

He looks at you with despair. “Do you not get it? ___, the next thing to happen after you peel perilla leaves with someone is holding hands with them. Then, you fall in love. Marriage. Babies. What about me? What happens to me, huh? What happens to us? You don't even hold my hand.”

You’re dumbfounded.

“Jungkook, you can’t be serious…”

“He patted your head. Are you a fucking dog?”

Sharply, you mention, “I patted your head too.”

It doesn’t matter. He looks at you dead in the eyes. “Eunwoo is supposed to be your ex-boyfriend, not your fiancé.”

You almost gag. “He’s not my fiancé—”

“You peeled the perilla—no. You let him feed you. Fuck you for that.”

Frustrated, you curse. “Holy shit, do you hear yourself?”

He doesn't utter another word. Instead, he stays quiet. Then, when you open your mouth to speak, he beats you to it.

“I hate Eunwoo.”

A beat.

“I hate Mina.”

Just as expected, Jungkook provokes you.

“What the hell does Mina have to do with this—”

“Everything!” you express rather triggered. "Look, I don't know what you expect from me. I’m not going to go to your fucking practices with a towel in my hand ready to wipe your precious golden sweat. I’m not Mina—”

Jungkook cuts you off only to repeat his question. “What the hell does you not being Mina have to do with all of this? How does that justify the perilla leaf?”

At this point, you feel like you're losing your mind. Childishly, you chant: “Fuck the perilla leaf. The issue is that you're all about her. Mina this, Mina that! You’re so fucking annoying with her—”

Jungkook snaps. “Are you this insecure?”

“Fuck that,” you grumble. “She was wearing your jersey today. How do you think that made me feel?”

He glares at you. “You’re fucking insane if you think I rather see her wear my jersey over you.”

“Why’d she have it on then?” you interrogate. “Are you fucking her too?”

Line: crossed.

There's madness in Jungkook's eyes. His chest burns in slow anger and feels like he's overheating from everything you've said and done thus far. He's tired.. He feels like he's losing.

Fuck it.

One last fight.

One last try.

“Are you fucking serious?” Jungkook slows down his words, trying his best not to raise his voice. It’s so fucking hard. He’s so irritated by your attitude and your fucking delusion. “___, I acted like a total douche to Mina today so she’d leave me alone. I feel horrible already, but I also feel relieved. So, stop it. You don’t have to hate her. You shouldn’t hate her. You don’t need to make these fucking assumptions because that’s just out of line.”

Like fire, your own anger consumes you. “Are you defending her?”

“There’s nothing to defend,” he insists, voice beginning to tremble. “Holy shit, I was such a douche to her already so you can chill.”

You glare at him. “I am chill.”

Lies.

“You gave me a blowjob that one time so I wouldn’t make it to my dinner plans with her,” he comments. “That was a pretty bitch move.”

Out of reflex, your mouth drops a little. You can not believe it. Did he really bring that up? “Excuse me?”

Jungkook blinks at you. “It was a bitch move. I didn’t mind, though. Why? Because it felt like you wanted me. Every time you make me feel that way—I can’t let that shit go.”

“So what? Do you want me to say thank you?” you spit. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t care if you—”

“You never asked for it, I get that,” Jungkook interrupts you. He takes a minute. Suddenly, he recalls his moment with Mina at the field and feels his heart break a little. So... This is what it feels like to be on the receiving end. “What I’m saying is that I stopped entertaining her because I—well, I thought it would ease your heart. You overthink so fucking much, I'm beginning to run out of solutions. Do you even know how much I hate your jokes? The ones about me talking to other girls? I hate them. I only talk to you. I only think of you. Only you.”

Your heart drops.

“I never asked for any of that.”

Something is wrong.

All your words are wrong. Everything you want to say is not coming out of your mouth. What you mean to say to him is; oh my god. You didn’t have to do that for me, but I feel so seen and heard that you did.

Jealousy has always been a funny thing. Never has it been triggered the way it is when it comes to you and Jungkook. Though some may argue this to be toxic, it is simply the truth about relationships. Jealousy is a healthy emotion as long as it is expressed and validated moderately. It’s so hard to be upset with Jungkook when his confessions are so wholesome. He did a kind thing for you. He did it to bring you peace. Here you are, acting ungrateful because you can’t fathom the way he cares for you.

Jungkook huffs. “___, that’s exactly it. You never need to ask when it comes to me. Whatever you want, I give. I fold. Tenfold. That’s the fucking cycle we’re in and I’m beginning to get sick of it.”

A silence falls upon you two. All you hear are the raindrops from the sky begin to splat on his window. For a moment, you get so lost in your thoughts, that your head begins to hurt. After a few more moments of silence, you realize it isn't your head.

It's your heart.

It feels like a knife has been stabbed into it—his and yours. All at once, it just aches. You both feel it. Your hearts grow tired and fragile.

Truly, it's ironic how the gentle silence is ruined by such brutal words. It's then when the knife, that was stabbed into both of your hearts, twists.

"What do we do now?"

"I think we need a break."

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungkook scenario #jk smut #jk angst #jk fluff #jungkook jealous #jk x yn #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts series #bts fic rec

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girlboypersonthingy · 2 months

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hiiiii!!!! so i’m thinking of a velvette fic where u meet the vees after having dated her for a bit (a few weeks maybe). you hate them. you think they’re creepy and just assholes, even for being in hell. (you’re a bit more wholesome but yk still a sinner) like you just do NOT like the guys. you’re super worried abt velvette’s reaction to that fact so u try to sugar coat it but she’s just like “thank lucifer! i didn’t want them to be creepy bad influences on u!” and u’re both super relieved. i love her.

Heeyyyy I was wondering when you’d send in a Velvette request ☺️ you got it friend! Enjoyyyy~

TW: Val being a perv 😎 for like one second tho, Velvette gets a bit suggestive,?? Lots of cussing lol

The Only V For Me 💜

“AAHHH!!! Darling, you’re finally here! How was the drive? How was the driver?” Velvette watches as you walk through the doorway of her studio, looking around with big doe eyes at all the bright lights and flashy outfits and really beautiful model demons.

“Velvette!” Before you can say anything more, she’s pulling you into a a deadly tight hug. “It was actually…like way too much, babe. You don’t have to do all that fancy shit for me, ya know? But…yes, it was really nice. Thank you.” Velvette offers you a cheeky smirk followed by a quick kiss to the cheek.

Your darling girlfriend snaps her fingers and yells out a command to one of her assistants. “You! Come here.” She makes a ‘come here’ motion with her finger as she turns her attention back to you, her lips upturned into a smile again, “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Anything you need, you tell her.” She points to her assistant who is now right at your side. “Anything my darling asks for, you get it.” She gives the worker an intimidating glare before winking at you.

“Let me show you around!” Velvette puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along, pointing things out, explaining them. She is absolutely beaming with pride right now, glancing at you often to see your reaction. As you pass a mannequin clad in a really nice outfit, a gasp comes from Velvette. “Oh my! You know who would look absolutely stunning in this little number?” And now she’s flashing you this flirty grin and her bright red eyes are looking you up and down. Suddenly her smooth demeanor dropped as she grumbled under her breath a bit then sighed deeply.

“Oh, who am I kidding. With Vox and Val both here today, if I dress you in anything more appealing than what you’ve got on now, they will definitely try to steal you from me. You already look too cute…” This pulls a laugh from you but your laugh stops suddenly, stuck in your throat when you see how serious her expression is at the moment.

“Wait. What? What do you mean-“ And suddenly the doors swing open, slamming into the walls behind them as an extremely tall, blue-skinned individual with big red heart shaped glass quickly approaches Velvette, towering over both of you.

“WHERE THE HELL IS VOX?! I’ve been looking for that flat faced fuck all day.” He growls out and you take note of the fact that Velvette doesn’t flinch a bit. “Why the hell are you asking me? If he was here, you’d have found him already.” She snaps back and as the angry man before you was about to screech out another sentence, his expression softened rather quickly as his eyes fell on you.

“Why hello~ who do you have here? Wow! What a gorgeous creature you are. I’m Valentino. What’s your name, sweetheart?” One of his hands slips into yours and as he goes to lift your hand to his lips, Velvette pushes him so hard he nearly falls over.

“Their name is (Y/N), alright? And they are MINE. Now back off, Val.” She hisses in response, now tightly holding your hand, the hand that Val was holding just a second ago. “WHOO! Alright. My apologies, dear. Didn’t know this one was all yours. But I mean FUCK! They just have such nice lips! I mean, look at that mouth. You have the perfect pair of dick sucking li-“

Velvette shouts over him, “SHUT IT!!! You’re actually so vile. Get out of here, Valentino! You’re freaking out my babe.” She gives him another shove, making him frown angrily at her before he stomps off, probably punching a wall or kicking something over as he leaves. Oh, he definitely slams the door again too.

“Alrighty! Where were we?” Velvette seems to relax a bit more, going back to a more chipper and excited attitude as she again shows off all of her impressive work to you. She even got a few models to come do a little show just for you, all of them casually posing and showing off different outfits. Velvette kept asking your opinion, begging you to be ‘bloody honest’ with her.

“Oh, darling! You just have to come over one night and let me dress you up, just us two! Hmm~ I could dress you up and then maybe even…undress you again.” Just as your girlfriend started to flirt with you and as you started to feel more comfortable in this environment-

“Velvette! Happy Friday. Have you seen Val? I haven’t been able to reach him all day. I’m-“ The strong, electric voice that sounded from behind you two made you jump a bit and brought a frightening grimace to Velvette’s face.

“Oh~ Hello. (Y/N), right? Pleased to meet you! I was wondering when our precious like Velvette was gonna bring her play thing over. I’m Vox, creator of Voxtech. You know, on the late night talk show…and the morning talk show. I’m also the news anchor.” He doesn’t really offer you his hand, he more so just reached out and grasps your hand in his, giving it a rapid shaking.

His grip on your hand hurts a bit and the smug smirk on his face makes you somewhat intimidated by him. Vox just…gives you the creeps even more than Valentino did and he basically verbally assaulted you. Before you can even come up with a response to him-

“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone knoWS WHO YOU ARE, YOU PRICK. NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” And now Velvette looks kind of scary, like so pissed off and annoyed that she looks like she could actually kill someone right now. The someone preferably being Vox. Her bright red eyes glow with rage and irritation, her pretty lips now turned into a deep scowl.

As she yells in his face, his expression drops to one of annoyance and exhaustion. “Where’s Val?” Velvette groans before responding. “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me! He just left, looking for you. Look on your stupid little cameras and find him and go tell him to STOP SLAMMING MY DOORS OR IM GONNA-“

Not that Velvette scared you but…she looked pretty upset right now and her yelling is enough to put anyone into a slight panic. So you slip you hand around her bicep, gently pulling her tense arm back a bit so you could comfortably slide your hand down to hers, interlocking your fingers. Her words stopped in their tracks, your tender touch almost making her flinch. Her head whipped around and she looked at you for a good few seconds, a smile slowly growing on her lips. She turns back to the screen-faced man, her smile not faltering this time.

“Off you go.” Velvette quite literally shoos him away with a wave of her hand as her other hand snakes its way around your waist and back until her arm is fully wrapped around you and you’re pressed into her side. She turns her back on Vox, determined to keep her full attention on you for the rest of the day. You’re too distracted by her embrace to notice if Vox had even left or not.

You clear your throat. “Babe…?” “Yes, love?” “Don’t get mad.” You look at her with a serious expression, causing her to blink in confusion. “Mad at you? Never. What’s on your mind?” Velvette pulled away from you for just a second then she faced you and held both your hands in her own.

“I feel…extremely uncomfortable here. Specifically, with Valentino and Vox. I-I…I’m sorry I just…I don’t like them…very much…they scare me.” Velvette chuckles before you can finish your sentence and you’re not sure if you should be relieved or even more worried. Suddenly, she pulls you into a tight hug, her hands rubbing big circles all over your back.

“Ugh, I’m so terribly sorry, darling. Truly, I figured those two would be busy on a Saturday, too busy to be bothering us already.” She turns her head to kiss your cheek then pulls you in even closer. “Fuck! I’m actually so relieved you said that. Those two are so terrible…truly, irresponsible! I mean it when I say I’m the backbone of the Vs okay? Those two pussies would fall apart in a matter of hours without me! Ugh they can’t even keep it together for one day!” “Babe…” You try to calm her again, seeing how worked up she gets having to constantly deal with her work partners.

With her attention solely on you, she softly says, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What do you want to do next, hm? We can go somewhere. Anywhere. Just say the words.” Her long fingers gently graze the skin of your cheek, causing you to become a bit flustered. It’s almost baffling how she can be so cold and cruel to everyone around her except you. You were her only weakness, and she doesn’t mind one bit. She loves you endlessly. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in Hell.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #hazbin velvette #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #velvette hazbin hotel #Velvette #velvette x you #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x you #hazbin x y/n #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n

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billiedeansbitch · 1 year

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Alrighty then i have another request for larissa, she and the reader are just fuck buddies or something of the sort, they are having sex one night and larissa says “u’re such a fucking whore” or something degrading and r just says “i love you” back and then you continue how you think it would unfold hehe

Have a good one!

𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: i feel like this isn't my best work but here it is. anyway it contains smut, degrading, mommy kink if u squint a little, spitting kink...and of course, some fluff.

warning/s: NSFW.

It was Outreach Day. The day. It was what everyone in the whole Nevermore Academy was waiting for; students and faculties alike. It was the buzzing topic for days. And you knew Larissa—Principal Weems, was equally as enthusiastic about it, too.

As for the students, participation was obligatory, unless they had a valid reason not to partake in any activities, and to those whose reasons were granted reasonable by the headmistress herself, got to stay behind which now led to your task for the day, and that was to supervise these students, make sure they weren’t faking any sudden illness or inflicting trouble to others.

Larissa wasn’t expecting you to volunteer but you did. Understanding, the woman merely sighed in defeat, nodding her head as she did so before moving on.

After the meeting, she came by your desk to express her disappointment and confess that she had planned a quick excursion to the weathervane with you, but she had no intention of changing your mind. Your heart leaped with joy at that. Like a date, you wondered if that was what she meant. But then as if she had heard your thoughts she quickly added, “Friendly,” somewhere in the middle of her sentence, making you feel foolish for still holding out hope that the situation with the principal of Nevermore would change.

You gave her a sad, little smile and suggested she could bring Miss Thornhill if she so wished for friendly company, but she declined and told you she only wanted you. It confused you.

It wasn’t the first time she exhibited these confusing signs. Little miss strictly-no-endearment had been generous with pet names lately, calling you dear, honey, sugar, sweetheart, all the sweet things she could think of with a smile on her lips. You were sure she had noticed the way your breath would stop, and your cheeks go pink whenever she would carelessly call you things, but everytime it happened, she wouldn’t dare say a word and just go on.

It all stemmed back to the first night when she didn’t try to come up with an excuse to dodge your request for her to stay the night and sleep in your bed with you breaching one of the rules—her rules. Even yet, you were still unsure about your relationship with her and you clung to the faint hope that if you prayed fervently enough, she may suddenly change her mind about everything.

You made the decision to take a walk around the school in the afternoon, immediately following your meal, to see how everyone was doing.

After ensuring that everyone was acting fairly behaved with no underlying malice, you turn toward the path of your office to finish some paperwork. You were, however, abruptly stopped in your tracks by the audible tittle-tattle of pupils. The noise grew louder by the second until the very hall you were standing in was flooded by the Nevermore students.

In the corner of your eyes you saw her, striding toward the direction of her office, until she was gone from your line of sight and her office door slammed close, echoing and spooking everyone in the hallway including you.

Something was wrong. Larissa Weems was evidently fuming. Who the fuck dare screwed the Outreach Day?

Funny enough, Wednesday Addams went in after Larissa, sporting a scowl and a cold glare. So, Wednesday was the culprit. You could only shake your head in disbelief at how the young pupil was able to religiously piss the woman off everyday.

You resumed walking, passing her office on your way. You tried to at least think much less of it—much less of her as you work, try to be as productive as you intended, but your brain refused to think and focus on anything else that didn’t revolve around her, it only wanted her.

With a sigh, you stopped grading the papers and just sat there, letting your mind float around her. It was a little later in the afternoon when you decided to succumb to these thoughts.

You smoothened the creases of your pants, adjusted your blouse and fixed your overall appearance. You grabbed a random folder from your desk, just something to hold onto, and marched to the Principal’s office.

You came to halt directly in front of her door, at which point you held your fist in midair while still debating whether it would be better to leave her alone to handle it or to go throw yourself in her way and be the destruction she so sorely needed at the time.

Sheriff Galpin and the Principal had just completed discussing the situation inside the office. He rose from his seat, tipped his head and made to leave. He opened the door to find you right there, clutching the folder close to your chest. Too late to turn back now.

His presence didn’t matter, you stepped aside, he didn’t say anything and walked away, his boots thudding the floor.

You found her blue eyes staring at you, “May I come in, Principal?” The formalities were for anyone who might be listening closely. She summoned you in and you closed the door.

You allowed your shoulders to fall and your posture to relax in the seclusion of her office. You knew well how every interaction with the Sheriff left her blood boiling, quickly you asked her if she was okay with genuine concern lacing your voice.

It was a mistake, you thought, as soon as the biting response reached your ears, “Do I look okay?” you hated how it made you flinch.

“No...”

She saw it, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just… I’m exhausted.”

“And furious…” It earned you a glare but it took only a second before her gaze softened.

You crossed the room, dropping the folder on her desk, which the woman didn’t bother to ask what it was about already knowing it was a random prop you grabbed from your desk in case you needed an alibi for being in her office.

“I had high hopes for this year’s outreach day.” she said, her voice no longer angry, but your heart clenched at how disheartened she sounded.

“I know.” you answered from behind her, placing your hands over her upper arms and soothingly running them up and down, “I know, baby.”

Then you started removing her coat jacket, her breath picking up. “Breathe, darling. Slower, please.” you cooed, placing a soft peck on her nape.

Larissa felt how hot and moist your lips were.

From that point on, you were assessing everything as you went and attempting to elicit a response from her—anything that would suggest whether you should keep going or stop.

“Mhmm, that’s it. Good girl.” you rewarded her with another kiss just right behind her left ear.

“Can I pull the pins out?” you asked, and she nodded.

“Let’s make you feel good, yes?” You massaged her scalp, and then her shoulders before you inquired about the zipper of her dress.

When she allowed you again, you pressed another fond, sweet kiss behind the right ear. “Thank you.” you murmured, it earned a sensual sound from her.

“Just relax.” Once the sleeves went down her arms and exposed a pale expanse of her skin artfully speckled with freckles, your lips began to press softly over her nape, down her spine and then you pause just to drink in the sight of her back.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now but you have such a sexy back, you know.” A bona fide chuckle escaped her lips, “So toned and lean. You said you don’t work out.”

“I really don’t.”

“Turn around for me.” She stepped out of her dress, only in her underwear, and spun around. The clouds of storm in her eyes were no longer present. She looked so much calmer now.

“So gorgeous.” You breathed, and kissed both of her eyelids. Kissed her cheeks. Kissed the blades of her shoulders.

Larissa cupped your cheeks, “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” You chuckled, recalling the times she did in the hallway in the early morning, in her office when she asked for you before she left, the time where she brushed past you to greet another Professor and still managed to whisper, “You look so pretty, my dear.”

“You did. A lot of times in fact.”

A smile grew on her lips, “That’s better.”

“So how do you propose we end this night?” She said, eyeing your chest, and playing with the top button of your blouse, easily undoing one.

“With a bottle of red for your temper, and some good fucking to relieve your stress. How’s that sound?”

“Like a miracle. Now, let me help undress you.”

Larissa took pleasure in admiring how your clothes fit you, how the material feels under her palms before she gets rid of each item. She took her time undoing every button, unclacing every lace, slowly pulling the zipper down. She loved taking her time unravelling you like a gift on a Christmas morning.

“No. You stay there and watch.” you pushed her to one of the armchairs in front of her desk, telling her to sit, but instead, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to her private quarters, surprising you.

You giggled after her, blushing at how eager she seemed for you, then she hushed you with her mouth, pressed you on the door when it finally closed and whispered, “Fuck the wine, let’s get straight to fucking.” you agreed while laughing as her lips ghosted your neck, you put both hands on her shoulder, pushing her a bit, “If you want to fuck me, take me to your bed at least.”

You didn’t have to tell her twice. In one swift move, you were thrown on the bed, her hands quickly relieving your body from the clothes you wore. One by one she undid the buttons, so gentle and careful, and folded them neatly till you were left in your tiny, laced underwear that left nothing to the woman’s imagination.

You admire the patience she harboured despite how lustful her eyes seemed to appear, how she bit and licked her lips as she unclasped your bra, and the straps fell from your arms, until you were bare from everything.

Your heart thundered in your chest once she touched you with the gentle familiarity of her hands as if you were too fragile if handled any differently. She took in the softness of your skin, smoothing her thumbs across and pressing her fingertips a little too firmly without bringing you any sort of discomfort. Her eyes were dark, yes–lustful and eager, but she was touching you with a particular fondness that differed from when she touched you many times before—that you were certain of.

Her eyes briefly met yours, but you weren't sure why, and then her lips moved slightly open as if she were getting ready to say something. However, the words in her throat turned into a deep sigh, and her face softened. You wanted to know what was going on in her head.

Before you could ask, though, her lips slammed into yours. Suddenly, you were consumed by the ferocity of the kiss and utterly melted into her, everything in your head finally dissipating into nothingness. You could only think of taking it all. Take everything she was giving you.

–

“Yeah? You like that? Of course you do, look at you, so eager for me.” She said as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your legs were spread and she was inside your cunt, pounding you rough with her fingers.

“You like that I fuck you so much don’t you? So much that you couldn’t breathe and all you could do is moan like the fucking slut you are.” You made a shaky, barely discernible sound as you tried to respond but it came out as a moan instead. Take it you, slut. What do you want, baby? Mommy’s fingers? Yeah? All of them? Spread them wider so mommy could fuck you more. All of these were making you wetter and needier.

“Fuck.” Came out of you and your back arched, “God, you’re such a fucking whore. So fucking pathetic.” you felt her add another digit, stretching your cunt like she promised you she would and it felt so great, you cried to her as you buried your face on her neck.

“Please, please, please. Let me come, please.” you begged.

But she merely laughed and withdrew from your grasp, steadying herself above you, and wrapped her hand around your throat as you squirmed beneath her.

“Open your mouth, slut.” she spit in your mouth, “Good girl. Now, swallow.” and you dutifully swallowed it down without breaking eye contact with the blonde.

It all felt too good to be just another one of those nights, one of your little sex escapades in the Principal’s bedroom. Honestly, it all felt nothing of that sort anymore. So maybe, just maybe if you close your eyes and say the words that rested on the tip of your tongue for too long it could change everything.

Were you this desperate that you were willing to take the risk of potential rejection? Yes. Because you could no longer look her in the eyes and act like you weren’t so in love with her, like all of this was nothing to you.

So you closed your eyes, and breathed the words to her lips as you captured them “I love you.”

Silence followed. You swallowed hard. It felt harder to breathe

She didn’t say it back. She never opened her mouth to say anything or attempted to pull away. You didn’t know if that was a good sign. She kept kissing you and you kept reciprocating, accepting her tongue and sucking her lips. It went on until you were too tired on her bed and sleep was the next best thing. You didn’t bother repeating your words, didn’t bother asking if she heard you or not, you just slept there curled up on the other side of her bed.

Larissa watched the rise and fall motion as you slept, her fingers aching to touch a part of you. You were so close yet so unreachable, the space in between felt like a punishment but who was punishing her but herself.

Unable to keep herself apart from you any longer, she adjusted herself closer, hesitated when you stirred, and then moved closer still until her front was flushed against your backside and her nose was buried in your hair, smelling your scent.

“Words are not enough for some things I feel about you.” She whispered while stroking your back in shapeless lines and kissing the back of your head from time to time. If she couldn’t kiss your lips, she would gladly settle on any part of you and kiss it no less.

“But I love you, too, you know?” her voice wavered, and you resisted the impulse to turn around and cradle her face and tell her that you could wait however long it would take because you understood if she wasn't ready yet but you weren’t meant to hear this you suppose.

When you felt her hand encircling your waist and her breath brushing against the back of your neck, you wanted nothing more than to turn around.

She was not naive as you thought, she had already noted the significant shift in your breathing that suggested you were in fact awake now and added, "I’m sorry I couldn’t say it back right away."

Squeezing her hand was the least thing you could do to tell her you understood her.

Lariss didn’t know what else to do except to call your name, her voice was low, the softest it had been all day. You turn around, meeting the pools of blue eyes looking at you with so much warmth, her smile so lovingly enticing.

“I love you.” She confessed once more in a shuddering, small voice, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She still looked so beautiful.

You kissed the tears away before they could fall, kissed her cheeks, too, as they looked too inviting not to, then placed kisses down her neck, all intimate and pure before you put one final kiss on her lips.

The affection you offered made her heart swell in her chest. Each kiss felt like an offering, like the flowers you put in her hair during that one afternoon when you came back from the woods with wild flowers in hand and told her she would look so beautiful with those in her hair.

You smiled at her, lips pressed and stretched so smoothly that she couldn’t resist not kissing you. A chuckle left your lips when she pressed hers, and pinched at your waist. “I shouldn’t be swayed by charms but how could I deny myself such pleasure of kissing you?” She said after the kiss, eyes lingering on your lips,

Just then you realized how much you were so truly, madly in love with her. Your heart had always felt so full around her like they would explode any time and then just stop because beating too fast was so exhausting and there wasn’t enough room for this overwhelming sensation.

That night, you didn’t know how you ended up sleeping, all you could remember was her warmth, her softness, her voice and her lips pressed so perfectly on your own, while she kept repeating, I love you.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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mommy's deal

pairing: Optional BTS Bias x Female Reader word count: 879 warnings: smut, mommy kink, nipple play AO3 A/N: request - hi ! can i request a mommy/nipple kink (if u’re comfortable ofc) where a bts member is sick n sucks on your nipple LMAO it gets kinda dirty lowk ;) tysm if you end up writing this ! no pressure x Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

What happens when you grab your overworked boyfriend, add the fact that he doesn't have the time to feed himself properly and mix the cold and unpredictable weather? You get a sick boyfriend that needs all of your attention.

You wouldn't have a problem with that if it wasn't for the fact that he gets incredibly whiny about it - he regresses back to a child type of whiny.

You always need to be by his side or else he'll start making grabby hands and almost cry about it, refuses to take any medication or eat anything without throwing a tantrum, you practically have to force him to stay in bed and rest.

You loved him with all of your heart but sometimes, it got a bit annoying.

Right now you were leaning against the headboard, your boyfriend's arms wrapped around your waist as he used your chest as pillows, while something you were barely paying attention to was playing on the television, constantly thinking about all the things you had to do instead of being in bed.

Your boyfriend wasn't paying any to the television too, much rather preferring to snuggle his face against your breasts. Not that you were complaining, you loved to spend time like this with him and you knew how much he loved your tits, but you really needed to get out of the bed and do things around the house, one of them being his dinner.

Looking over at him he seemed to be in a deep sleep, so carefully you unwrapped his arms from around you and got out of the bed as quietly as you could.

You got halfway through the room before you heard whinnying behind you. Sighing you turned around and saw him making grabby hands at you, and with another sigh, you climbed back in bed.

As soon as your ass touched the mattress he immediately grabbed onto your hips, making you sit on his lap, pulling you as close as possible to him, and laying his head on your chest again.

Chuckling you grazed your fingers through his hair as he snuggled closer.

"Baby," he refused to look at you, too focused on your breasts. "Baby, I need to get dinner ready."

"No!" he whined, shaking his head. "Stay!"

"Baby I can't take care of you if you won't let me,"

"Don't care!" With a sigh you threw your head back, this was getting ridiculous.

You kept your eyes on the ceiling until an idea suddenly popped into your head. "You're being a brat baby," you looked down at him, finding your boyfriend already staring at you with wide eyes.

"But-"

"No buts," you interrupted pulling his arms away from you. "You're misbehaving."

"I just wanna be close to you,"

"You're not letting me take care of you and keep acting very needy, in fact, I don't even think you should be touching me at all."

"Mommy!"

"Hmmm… Let's make a deal," you took his face in your hands, checking to see how his temperature was. "Or maybe not, you're still too hot."

"No please, I'm okay," his hands returned back to your hips, gripping them harder.

"Hmmm… If you're sure," he nodded rapidly, his eyes darkening with lust. "How about mommy lets you suck on her tits and then, you let her take care of that fever of yours?"

As soon as the word 'tits' came out of your mouth his hands were already working on taking off your shirt. Throwing your shirt on the floor his hands made quick work of squeezing and massaging your breasts, always so eager to touch them.

You let out a soft moan at his thumbs rubbing circles on your nipples, your hand finding purchase on his hair, gripping tightly to remind him of who was in charge.

Taking one of your breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking your nipple while twisting, pulling, and pinching the other, your unoccupied hand slipped inside his pants and, upon finding his cock half-harden, thumbed his tip before beginning to stroke his length.

Moaning into your nipple he started sucking it more vigorously, making you arch your back and pulling his face closer to your chest.

"Do you like sucking mommy's tits baby?" you moaned out as your hand picked up the pace.

"S-So m-much mommy," he whimpered at your ministrations, pulling away from your breast with a loud pop before taking the other one into his mouth.

Moaning in conjunction you could tell that he was getting closer to reaching his high as you twisted your hand with each stroke, his mouth nibbling at your nipple while his hand massaged the other. "Are you gonna come for mommy babyboy? Are you gonna come all over her hand like a dirty boy?"

With a high-pitched whine, he came all over your hand, your hand-coated with his white fluid slowly stroking his length to prolong his high, all the while he kept pinching and twisting your nipples.

Your grip on his hair tightens, pulling his head back to signal him to stop. "You happy now baby?"

"Y-Yes mommy,"

"Good. Now be a good boy and let take care of dinner," you give him a peck on the lips. "And if you behave, I'll reward you."

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judesluvr · 1 year

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having a wet dream about jude nd he wakes up to ur continuous whimpering and sees how ur face was contorting in pleasure as u rubbed ur thighs together in ur sleep 😵‍💫 u’d keep whimpering his name and u’re soo worked up and just need him to take care of u, so that’s what he does—waking u up with heavenly head and telling u he’s gonna take care of u so well and to just relax 🧎‍♀️

and all he wants to do is lie there and watch you, his hand already palming himself through his boxers at the noises you were making because there was no way he was just going to be able to turn over and fall back asleep. you'd be deep in slumber; fists grabbing at the duvet as he listened to the way you whimpered his name over and over, nose scrunching slightly at the tip. it was nothing short of erotic, the painful aching of his own cock making jude go slightly insane as he tried to string together a coherent thought pattern.

there'd be something so hot about the idea of you having a wet dream about him, the pulsation between your thighs even stronger than imagined as you'd toss and turn mercifully. his face would be mirroring yours, thumbs hooking round the waistband of his boxers as he'd pull them down just though to let his tip peak through the material; sore and leaking with pre-cum already.

he didn't want to wake you - at least not like this. pushing the covers back he'd be prying at your legs before you could utter another sleepy whine, mentally thanking you for falling asleep without anything covering your bottom half. and you'd be so worked up, whatever dream that was happening had clearly worked wonders as he spied the thin coating of your own excitement sticking to your inner thighs. his thumb would swipe a small bead, bringing it to his lips as he'd moan to himself; he could taste you for as long as you needed, he loved it, craved it even.

"just relax baby," his voice would be so low, so ushered as you'd finally start to stir as jude blew hot air against your exposed self. you'd be in and out of sleep, not entirely sure if you were still dreaming as you felt his head dip between your legs, mouth ready and waiting as his tongue would lick a stripe against you. your hands would tangle in his hair, unsure if your mind was playing tricks on you because was it just by chance that you'd the most mind-blowing sex dream and now it was minutes from becoming reality? and his mouth would be so warm against you, running his tongue along your clit as he'd suckle on it gently, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he'd speak against you, "i can take care of you now baby, let me take care of you."

#judethluvr ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚#judesluvr ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚#jude bellingham drabble #jude bellingham smut

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ultrone · 10 months

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falling asleep next to lottie 😔😔😔😔 like.. you two aren’t together or anything yet. how do you think she’d react??

if she has a crush on you or there’s romantic tension between you two, i feel like she’d be a little reluctant when reaching out to cuddle u; kinda like making sure that u aren’t uncomfortable, very self-conscious about every little move she makes and how u react. but then, when she sees that u’re ok with it, she’ll relax and just do it naturally 🤭 but i also feel like for the first ten minutes she’d be self-conscious abt her heartbeats, wondering if u can hear how fast they’re beating or if she’s just being delulu 😭😭 like she’d be holding her breath and shit LMAOOO

#𓏲 📨 ࣪˖ inbox #yellowjackets' thoughts 💭#lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews thoughts

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 6 months

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Could u write how 2p Canada would be if he took in a toddler? (When u’re not busy) 💕💕💕

Y’all are just down bad for this man. I’m surprised no one is calling him Candaddy. XD

If he took in a toddler, it would be one that was forced upon him one way or another. Typically being a temporary guardian to a target’s child or someone somehow names him as their legal guardian when they pass.

At first Matt’s gonna feel a bit awkward. He’s a large, feral man and worried that they’ll cry the moment they are left alone. When they don’t, instead stare at him, it makes the feeling worse. This is why he’ll treat every interaction carefully for the next a couple days. Unsure if the kid is made of glass or stone as they roll around his cabin like a kitten on crack.

As time goes on, he’ll relax. They’ll often go on hikes together, the intention of teaching the toddler about the wonders of nature and how to be safe while doing it.

Matt would be the type to tell true stories at bedtime, usually his own misadventures. He would make them homemade gifts and cherish the moments that he would get to spend.

Overall, it's kinda like a giant polar bear looking after his own tiny cub.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p canada

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akoo9 · 2 months

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After reading your last post I wondered, do you think Yashiro would have tried to have sex with Doumeki if he wasn't impotent. He said in a later chapter when he first met Nanahara that's how he started with another guy .

Yashiro separates sex and love(being intimate)

He’s incapable of connecting these too considering he didn’t have sex with somone he loves before

So doumeki being not impo means yashiro can pursue him sexually…..that choice of pursuing d sexually started to disappear gradually after he found out d impotency)…so he started to just fantasise about having sex with doumeki(or specifically doumeki having sex with somone other than yashiro)(bcz yashiro unable to imagine having sex with somone he loves)he separates these two things….in fact yashiro always pursued d sexually(in unsensable level) before they slept together….some of his gazes towards doumeki were lustfull, sometimes his body language tells he’s flirting or trying to approach d…d was just stoic and not available sexually….and that gave safety for yashiro to b comfortable around him and b the kid he never grew up….and gave space for doumeki’s to realize his love feelings and he had barely a time to b so forward with them since yashiro gave him hard time after that….yashiro himself started to experience alot of things at once…he was yearning for doumeki sexually but he developed feelings hence his unpleasant reactions….he requested sex from doumeki and say let’s do it but each time he stops…bcz yashiro was also getting pursued intimately….yashiro was always ready for doumeki’s sexual touch but he was never able to make a move the more time passes

so if doumeki wasn’t impotent….the whole storyline at beginning will b different

And also reversed in way that it need a writer to do that…..but that itself answers ur question…if doumeki wasn’t impo means that intimate element at beginning isn’t there….so yashiro is free from his own prison and would have definitely slept with doumeki right away the moment they met,

and doumeki himself confirmed he would have similar feelings no matter the timing they met…even if he was a healthy officer,so let’s not ignore doumeki’s ear was red,so if he wasn’t impo he would have expressed his sexual attraction more towards yashiro too….yashiro would not b able to resist doumeki and doumeki himself wouldn’t have issues in expressing himself sexually and would probably make yashiro addicted to him

There’s so many possibilities that need a professional writer afterwards

Hope that answers abit ur questions (note :I didn’t get exactly what u’re referring about nanahara and what scene u mean,can u lead me to which one it is)

#saezuru #saezuru tori wa habatakanai #yashiro #doumeki chikara #doumeki x yashiro #twittering birds never fly

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bbiemochi · 1 year

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hallooo!! can I request for knights with a gn reader that's multilingual and would yell (curse?) in another language when they're upset?? except they're usually very reserved, and when they're pissed they'd shout for a short while then go back to the usual them. sorry if it's a little specific heheh thank you so much for your hardwork!!

𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎! | knights x reader

[an]: i hope you didn’t wait long, anon T^T </3 things are starting to get busy and i am highly afraid of letting anyone down :,D how r u doing~? hope u’re ok ! ^^ tysm for requesting, and once again i apologize for taking awhile to finish this :,>

summary: as much as they love you, the sudden mood change when your tongue speaks upon losing your temper is surprising !

pairing: knights x multilingual!g/n!reader [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff, small crack (on izumi’s part)

TSUKASA SUOU

it had been such a long day after rehearsal practice.

one by one did you had to listen to every record the members did on their brand new song, starting with leo to ritsu’s vocal part, not to mention you also had to schedule for a live concert ryouseitai will be holding on next week. anzu had called you to help her out in making their stage outfits for the concert, so you paused your song record checking and helped her out—it took a week to finish by the way. fine’s latest halloween project had to be left in your hands due to you being talented in creating horror themed projects, however it’s just a daily thing you loved thinking of, it wasn’t really a natural talent.

back to the knights rehearsal, leo had newly composed a song that actually sounded more great than the previous ones, not like the old ones sounded horrible—just more catchy is what you meant. dragging you into the recording station along with the other members, all of you listened to the orange head’s rambling about the song. he wanted to get on with it after months of composing, and as always you agreed to do it even if you were hellishly tired.

though…if weren’t for tsukasa helping you out then you would’ve passed out by now due to exhaustion. leo was more than excited to release this song to the public, although it might take time to finish once you corrected all their parts of the song. take ritsu for example, who probably didn’t sleep much as always—he sounded like he was about to pass out in one of his parts of the song. tsukasa was kind and straightforward enough to ask him if he could redo it again, not without giving him a can of juice to energize him. very thoughtful and helpful of him indeed, no wonder why leo decided to give the role of leader towards tsukasa.

and after all that’s done, both leo and tsukasa helped with checking the composed music with you when everyone finished. it took long, but not too long. tsukasa has never seen you so serious before, except when you help produce for knight’s songs. by afternoon did everyone leave, only you in that rehearsal room to finish your job. well, mostly everyone that is. you already know who would be waiting for you to finish your priority.

tsukasa’s presence has always gave you a warm feeling inside. it was as if he planted a blooming beautiful flower inside of your chest, causing it for butterflies to land inside when he’s nearby. not like you always daydreamed of him but—wait no, scratch that, you always do daydream about the handsome male. i mean, who wouldn’t?

“the song will be released by next month. us KNIGHTS will have to practice for our dance training after the recording session. we hope that we wouldn’t cause much trouble as autumn will be begin soon with you and anzu nee-sama busy with your producer schedule,” tsukasa spoke, cleaning the other mess that lays on the side of the room. chuckling, you shook your head, letting out a soft smile at the progress. true that during autumn is where the producer work increases—not to mention that idol work was pressuring not just for the producers but for everyone, yet they were the only things keeping yourself distracted instead of procrastinating.

“i’m sure it won’t be much of a bother, i’m used to it so it’s fine. besides, tsukinaga-san looks so excited for this song’s release. for all the time i knew him, never have i seen him this hyped for his creation to be let out to the public before, it’s cute if you ask me,” you replied to his sentence. with that you see tsukasa’s face frown, “your face certainly doesn’t read so, y/n. i can spot the bags under your eyes, have you been sleeping well lately?” he questions, leaning onto a nearby chair that was on the side. with that brief mention, you felt yourself get caught by a guilt of embarrassment. because of it you looked away.

“shit…i never knew you could notice…”

“d-did you just curse in english???”

“huh?” you perked your head up when the sounding astonished tone in tsukasa’s voice caught you off guard. laughing, you brushed your hair back, “oh ahaha..! yes, i did. it’s just a habit of mine to curse in another language. my bad about it, ‘should’ve watched my language. you could understand english after all, right, tsukasa-kun?”

“o-oh no it’s quite alright. i just never knew you could speak ENGLISH, y/n. i’m quite shocked if you ask me…” steady did his palm placed down calmly over his chest as he smiles back over to you. looking away did. his cheeks glow red as his hair…adorable. “cursing in another language as a habit…i know they have a word meaning for that one, hmm…what do they call that again?”

“multilingual. i have a multilingual tongue,” you told to him. tsukasa’s mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape, getting the meaning you had just said. “multilingual, oh i get it now. y/n you really are an interesting one. i’m glad i got to know something about you as a person than something as just the PRODUCER for KNIGHTS…” there was something tender that holds in his voice, though you didn’t mind much about that.

just with that thought, your face burns red, and tsukasa stands back a little. “ah! i’m thinking weirdly again..! sorry! ahhh goddamn it!”

“woah! y/n chill out…!” you hear him say, both of his hands trying to gesture you to calm down your composure. he has already handled a lot of izumi’s temper a lot before…he did not wanna handle from yours too right now. covering your face, you let out a groan of frustration. this was embarrassing for sure…you didn’t mean to blurt it out loud in front of the person you like. once you felt his presence land over to your side, your face looked away even more, trying to hide your obvious blush on. of course, tsukasa takes notice at this and laughs, “ahaha…! don’t be so flustered, y/n. c’mon, what’s gotten into you? you don’t have to cover yourself now it’s fine.”

the moment he scoots in close towards your side, the more red you get. and honestly? you kinda liked it how close you are with him. just being by his side, it was already enough for you. “i’m glad i got to know something about you as y/n other than being the PRODUCER for KNIGHTS. say, do you wanna hang out with me sometimes? a-after all our work that is…”

LEO TSUKINAGA

“argh! no! not good enough! this won’t do!”

this was the fifth whine he let out this day, mess all around the room that you were the one who was disturbed by it instead of him. leo…really couldn’t calm down when he’s composing a new song. well it’s not leo when there’s no papers flying around the place like rain. and there’s definitely no leo when there’s no y/n picking up the scattered mess created by him.

you had just finished helping rab*its rehearse for their live that is to be held next week, thanks to nazuna everyone is on their perfect shape—and now the first thing you see upon returning to check on the knights is the king continuously whining about his music composing skills before crumpling the papers on his palms and throwing them away towards the trash can (completely missing the shot). arashi had to explain the situation to you, thank god she’s a sweetheart. “i-i’m really sorry about him, y/n-chan. the king wanted to come up with a new project for this month’s halloween theme. and for sure, he started to compose the song’s tune and lyrics right here at the floor. he even asked tsukasa-kun if he could hand him a stack of papers and pulled out a pen…”

you sighed, facepalming. arashi chuckles, nervously. “that’s our king for sure, hehe…i should go out and look for ritsu-kun. he’s probably sleeping somewhere again, we don’t want the school gardeners to think there’s a dead body on the floor. unlike last time…” you heard her mutter, before leaving you and leo alone inside the room. it wasn’t usual for the members of knights to leave you alone to take care of leo who was busy composing for a song, they knew you too were a busy person who does work—and leo could easily be more of a headache towards you…not like it was true but…

“tsukinaga…?” no response, only the sound of pen hitting on the paper writing notes could be heard. yep, he was focused alright. you placed both of your arms down your hip, eyebrow cocked up in complexion when leo didn’t reply to your call. was he always like this when there was one thing floating over his head? izumi’s description of him had always been accurate you’ve gotta say. the small mutters of his words let out to be a whisper underneath his breath, eyes scanning over the notes all and all over.

due to curiosity, you scooted a little closer to the male’s side. woah, only a minute just passed yet he already wrote a whole lot of music scores down on his paper—leo truly was a genius. with that much speed of to think of a tune to play for the new song, leo definitely was next level composer of his unit’s music, you were impressed.

“no, no…this won’t do…”

‘what? he didn’t like his idea that fast? but it was already good…!’ words vacuumed over your mind as you watched leo crumple the paper on his hands, before mindlessly throwing it over behind his back—not even noticing you were behind him the whole time, watching as he writes. the crumpled paper flew right over your face, hitting you permanently close to your forehead and nose. not to mention the sharp area of the paper collapsed right onto your face without hesitation.

you winced from the slight pain, “ow! Блядь!”

“huh? who’s that?” leo’s head suddenly turns around in wonder from the sudden curse you spat out from your lips. you quickly covered your mouth with both of your hands, however leo was already quick to notice that it was just you over behind his presence. “oh y/n! hey! was that you who said something? i thought i heard someone speak an unidentifiable language! ahaha!” he jokes, smiling so adorably at you. a frown, “ah sorry about that. it’s just a habit, and it’s not an unidentifiable language, tsukinaga, it’s russian,” you replied to him, and he echoes out an ‘ooh’ in realization.

“ahaha! ok! russian language. you do know a lot, y/n! it’s what i like about you…! but hey, you’re not the only genius in this room—no, no sir! c’mon, sit next to me! i wanna show you something i’ve been thinking about to write for our next project for halloween! i’m sure the knights are going to love it…!” patting the space next to where he was kneeling, you followed his gesture and sat next to the male who continued to write upon seeing your presence beside him. the pen he holds runs along the sheet of paper, different lines and music notes, leo’s eyes sparkle in delight—though just by watching him react like a child, you couldn’t help but stretch out a smile. “see?? i was hoping the last music score i wrote was the right one, however this seemed to be the perfect one that i wrote so far! my great musician intellect never fails me! ahaha! i’m such a genius!”

once again, like always—the orange head gathers all the paper on the floor in both of his hands, before throwing them all in the air with pride and excitement. his proud laughs makes you sweatdrop. “this new song project is going to be a huge blast! i can’t wait till i finish up the remaining notes, then i’ll call all of my members to the training room, and record!”

“that’s nice but…Проклятье, tsukinaga, you don’t always have to throw the papers…”

“aha! there you go again with your habit! y/n you really are interesting. do you somehow study in different languages from different countries??” oh so that’s what this guy’s on about. sighing, you calmly collected the floating papers that landed down onto the floor, one by one did you pick them up. leo watches you with his eyes fazed with curiosity and sparkles, you had absolutely no idea why he was looking at you like that right now but somehow you just know he wanted to know something about your little habit of cursing in another language. “i’m multilingual. only when i curse that is…. i was supposed to know that you already knew about this since tsukasa-san told this to you before, no?”

“mmm~ nah, i probably wasn’t listening to him. sorry,” he responded, and you just shook your head with a low breath. somehow, no matter how random this guy’s words are sometimes, you just could never be irritated at him. leo was a different kind of breed—unlike izumi who never fails to get into your nerves. “although, languages…aha! y/n you just gave me an idea for a lyric for the song…! thank you so much~! i love you!” he suddenly yelled, and your face turned red. “languages for us two…take my hand, we shall dance underneath the red bright moon…yes! this is perfect! my genius ideas never fail after all!”

“h-hey…! aren’t i the one that made you pop that idea?!”

laughing so lively, leo turns to you with a wide grin over his face, one of the papers crumpled down over his head as he holds it tightly, “yeah, yeah you did! ehehe! i could’ve done it without you, y/n! you’re the best! i reallyyy love you!”

“okay, okay…you’re welcome. no need to say ‘i love you’ as another way of saying ‘thank you,’ tsukinaga-san…” you responded to him. his laughter stopped, and so did the crumpling noise inside of the room.

“hm? oh no, i’m serious.” confused, you turned to him, and leo wasn’t wearing a smile anymore—more like a more nonchalant look.

“i really do love you, y/n. i’m serious.”

IZUMI SENA

work never ends, from here to there.

the amount of typing you had to do to your laptop made you glued to your screen 24/7. with also the amount of documents you had to take note of with every live the idols did in over the span of months is about to make you go insane. you weren’t really familiar of what your idols are feeling when they set upon themselves up on the stage, with thousands of fans watching as they sing and dance with so much confidence in their voice—yet the familiar feeling you do get with them is tiredness and pressure. about pressure, you were just called in today to schedule for knight’s next live that had to be occurred in the following week for the upcoming festival.

you just wished that the stage wouldn’t be so crowded when it comes to applying for tickets in the entrance, poor hajime has to punch them all in before getting ready for his concert—and when its knights we’re talking about, everyone knows they’re in for something good. heck, maybe even all the students from the normal course would go down just to see them perform live. as for you, your job as the producer is to simply look after the idols and help them with their daily deeds. at the moment, you’re in charge in producing for knights, helping them record their songs, rehearse practice, check any errors upon their training, etc.

being producer also means to create absolute perfection upon your creation. anzu always takes good care of trickstar and other various units, so she shouldn’t really worry too much of what falls over her schedule. as for you, this began to become more difficult than the average routine you’d always do, as the festival is close to arriving and knights will be the main unit for the event.

so, here you are, eyes glued to your laptop, staring at the schedule you created for the knights’ training hours, and as for the live’s time. school decorations have already been planned thanks to you and anzu for the ideas, and now it was time to finish the work you’re about to press done for today. ‘let’s see here…the knights’ last training for today is scheduled to 11 in the morning….i have to deliver the remaining documents back to the student council room for isara-kun to collect…i just hope himemiya-san isn’t there errr…’

“oi, get your head off the screen for once and relax. watching you act like that makes my eyes hurt and my skin go bad..”

a small sound coming from the table you sat was created after two cups of coffee was placed right in front of your vision, distracting you from typing your work. figures, the person who had sat next to you was no other than izumi sena of knights. you smiled upon seeing his presence, “izumi hey..! thank you for the coffee. i just need to get these workloads done then i’ll be on with you guys later to prepare for tomorrow’s live. it might take some time..” you say, striking a conversation with the model. before you could continue typing, a hand stopped your wrists from doing so—grip pulling them away from an inch closer towards the keyboards in front.

izumi’s face was in a deep frown, and you knew that expression he wore very well. he always looked grumpy, not like you had any idea why (probably because makoto was avoiding him like always). “didn’t i told you to stop working for a minute and rest? i did not waste my time just to buy you a cup of the best coffee i drink as well. c’mon, get your head out of the laptop for a sec and have a relaxing break. you’ve done enough,” his tone reads annoyance, yet the words he said was caring. looking back at his eyes, you can feel him wince a bit at the shared eye contact you’ve created, “w-what are you looking at? just…get your coffee and have a break…please???” that ‘please’ he lets out motivated you to do what you were asked.

it was rare for izumi to act like this, including if it was someone who wasn’t makoto for once. not like you were implying he was always mean, just something to reconsider for the long time you had known the model. your fingertips made its way to grab the coffee cup sitting before you both—ignoring the way izumi was taking small glances in every movement you’ve done so far after being (slightly) scolded by him earlier about overworking. you love how he acts as if he never cares, but when in reality he has a lot more on his mind than leo. the thought distracted you, when upon touch with the coffee, you winced from the sudden heat that had struck up to the touch.

“it’s hot, you doofus. be careful.” you pouted at him with a frown. “i know that, asshole,” you carefully took the cup into your palms before blowing the hot air escaping through the tiny hole from it. the aroma lingered amazingly through your nostrils—no wonder why izumi loved to buy his own coffee during mornings. just with this scent, the atmosphere was transferred like you were magically sitting in france, near the eiffel tower. a romantic experience indeed. you carefully gave it a few more blows before taking small sips. goddamn it was steaming hot.

“this coffee is tasty, just the right amount of sweetness and bitterness…izumi you really do know your tastes…”

within that compliment does izumi proudly grins, “hmph. well of course, what’s a model with no taste? unlike naru, i rarely eat any sweets to keep my diet balanced in order for my shape to stay perfect. tough thing to do, but it’s pretty much worth it..” he takes another sip of his coffee, avoiding direct eye contact coming from your presence. you let out a small hum, “i can see. however you and arashi-chan do an amazing job when it’s a photoshoot schedule. no wonder you two are often chose as representatives for a school display banner.”

“eh, not really something to be flattered about. besides, aren’t you and naru being really close lately? i’m curious on what’s going on between the both of you…not like i care that is.”

the sudden info izumi leaked cause you quite the surprise, immediately flinching from what he had said—and because of it, a small spill of the coffee you were drinking landed painfully over your palm. “ack! ouch, putangina!”

“putangi-what?!” the perplexed tone izumi held between his voice made you want to chuckle. a small napkin you wiped with to clear the stain off of your palm was placed neatly beside your laptop before you faced izumi with a nervous smile, scratching the nape of your neck as you laughed, “ahaha, sorry about bursting that out all of a sudden…it’s just a habit i grew with, not really a big deal…”

the male cocks an eyebrow up, “habit? oh, you must have a multilanguaged tongue. well that’s amazing.”

“multilingual, izumi-san. i study a lot of different languages most of the time. it begun when i just graduated middle school, i decided to read a lot of english textbooks from europe and even from south asian countries..then until today even after i enrolled in yumenosaki private academy, i’m still practicing..” his eyes were captivated when he listens to you talk about yourself..but just like he said, who was he to care about it? he has other more important business to deal with…probably.

“izumi-san does that really perked up towards your interest?”

“h-hah??” the cut off of his thoughts like a cord. “in your dreams…! i’m a busy person, like hell i would get so interested on a person speaking on different words on their tongues,” is what came out to his reply. yet however you knew he was trying to reject the thought of that.

maybe you should get to tease him more sometimes. besides, maybe a spark could happen between a good looking idol who models and a hard working producer.

ARASHI NARUKAMI

“neuken!”

“ah! ah! ah! y/n-chan~ language~!” arashi’s fingers once again grabbed a piece of chocolate from the tray that sat near the table you two had seated on at the moment, and immediately shoved the dessert right inside of your mouth, shutting you within seconds.

yumenosaki’s garden had really did grown over the years, with the newest fresh bouquet of flowers plastered all over the sides, a beautiful view from the widow of the naked eye, everything was as tidy as it should be. you should mention of how the school garden should be thanking hajime for always taking such good care of the area—the boy was too pure for this world. as much as you’d like to describe more the your favorite spot’s scenery, time was running a little fast for today.

exams were coming up this month in cram lessons, and not only were you troubled with your other school works and incoming projects, but now you also had for trouble studying for the exams. your girlfriend was kind enough to help you out in your studying, yet it looks like you were going to need more than that to easily memorize all of your previous lessons. giggling, arashi softly pats your head with a smile, reassuring you down. “now, now, no need to stress out, y/n-chan, you’ll get there soon. mathematics is hard, i know, but you have to learn these by heart.”

“i get it…but these are so hard to familiarize with i just can’t…” you slumped your head down on the table with a loud groan. “calculus is going to be the end of me. whoever made calculus i hope they rot..”

“c’mon, don’t be like that~ tell you this, if you get to fully study—i’ll treat you to the snack bar you always love to go on dates~! we can even bring mika-chan if he can come along.”

“really??!” a smile stretches towards your expression. arashi was lucky she had hit the jackpot. carrying her face with the support of both of her palms, a cute smile is spotted at the presence of her expression, “then, i need you to study. if you’re able to solve these two problems then i promise after the exams, we’re going to visit there to your favorite snack bar and i’ll even pay for the meals~” the tone in her voice reads a hint of honesty, and this just perks you up even more. not even a second passes, a book was back in your hands and your eyes were focused only on the textbook in hand—understanding your lesson.

“is it finding the root…? or factoring? verdorie, why am i so dumb..?”

“go, go, y/n-chan..! go, go, y/n-chan..!” even with her cheers echoing in the background, it still couldn’t help you immediately memorize the lesson in mind. arashi was cute, supportive, caring, and also very loving—you knew she had always been out of your league upon meeting her and her unit. izumi had always made a big fuss of how she slapped him when they were both younger along with one of the members of trickstar, though after knowing izumi for quite some time you know whose fault really was when she slapped him. typical.

she grew interested of how your tongue is able to speak multiple languages. that is when you curse, however arashi still finds it a unique thing about yourself as the y/n she’s in love with and adores. heck, there were even times where she would bug you to teach her french. but now she wants to know how to speak dutch. arashi endears your multilingual tongue within the bottom of her heart. “if you teach me how to speak dutch, i’ll help you out with your homework~”

“oh come on! that’s not fair…! i’m a busy person at the moment..!” you whined. arashi smiles, heaven sent upon your presence when she yet again shoved another chocolate piece into your mouth, wiping the small chocolate the smudges near the corner of your lips. your face blooms into a red appearance, and with a laugh, arashi lovingly brushes your hair back.

“i know~ but seeing you so flustered is adorable, y/n-chan~”

RITSU SAKUMA

“that’s the wrong note..”

it was the 6th time ritsu had said that. inside the music room where you two sat, the younger sakuma sibling gently instructs your fingers beneath the piano keys, placing where they were supposed to lang upon pressing a note. 5:29pm at yumenosaki’s music room, ritsu had no choice but to ask his older brother if he could use the area so he’ll teach you how to play the piano.

it was simple, as a producer you told to yourself that knowing how to play instruments or beat gadgets are required in order to compose music. you had a strict schedule within yourself, and everybody seemed to know that fully well about you. anzu suggests you shouldn’t really force yourself to learn (you had just finished knowing how to play the guitar thanks to koga, flute thanks to the aoi twins, and violin from rei), though of course, you’re a little stubborn. so this time, you went for ritsu for advice on how to play the piano.

the knights had no certain schedule for this week, so they were off to do whatever they desire. you had already produced to them a couple of many times, so you knew who the members are and what they’re like. the one that left a big impression on you the most was ritsu, a sibling of the leader of undead. he was quiet, always sleepy, and sometimes very teasing, although his skills in singing was amazing despite his appearance. he was very close with one of the student council members, and from time to time during lunch, you and the other female producer would spot him knocked out on the school grounds. due to that you both would hurriedly have to call isara out for help—he was used to it.

you both grew close, and soon enough you labeled him as a good friend. for now. after you learned he was very skilled with the piano, leo was the one who recommended to him to become your instructor, and here you both are now.

the male sighs as he watches you attempt to do the notes right again—no hints of seeing you give up so easily. it was already the late afternoon and he sadly couldn’t continue his nap because he was teaching you at the moment, and at the same moment he stands he was tired. “this won’t do…you need a better tutor that’s suit for this kinds of stuff…” a yawn escapes his lips, “i want to lay down..i hope brother won’t mind if i sleep in his coff—

“bon dieu!”

ritsu flinches from the sudden thud coming from the piano. turning to you, a puzzled look was scanned across his face. was that voice came from you? he wasn’t even sure, that language…was it…french? “y/n-san..?”

“ah, sorry..! that came out unexpectedly…err…” you bashfully covered your mouth with both of your palms. ritsu tilts his head, yet walks back to your side, looking as nonchalant as ever, his face wearing that same look of wanting to slumber. “are you upset..?” he questions, noticing of how you were shaking a little bit. you laughed it off, “i-i’m fine..! sorry, if i worried you. it’s just a small habit i grew with…”

“you mean cursing in other languages?”

you sweatdropped. “yeah…whenever i feel down or just…mad.”

“i see, that’s impressive. so, do you still want to continue learning how to play? or do you wanna stop here for a while? we’ve been here for hours already..” straightforward he is—typical ritsu. “if it doesn’t bother you much, yes i want to keep going…if that’s ok…?”

a smile grows across across ritsu’s cheek, “sure, i’ll teach you more then. make sure to listen attentively now, ok? i’m a little sleepy at the moment since i haven’t slept much from an hour ago, but i’ll still tutor you.” your face contorts into a smile from a concerned expression as he explains his side. you totally forgot…it was important for ritsu to take his daily naps. him and rei’s vampiric disease are one of the main reasons why his body grows weak, and can easily pass out anywhere. if he continues to do this to himself then…

“merde…a-actually maybe you should take a nap first…! ritsu-kun, you shouldn’t really force yourself to teach me, taking a nap is important for yourself after all…” you explained, waving both of your hands in front before he went forward to teaching you. ritsu tilts his head, “huh? you said something funny again, y/n-san. no, it’s quite alright. you needn’t worry about me…it’s almost evening anyways so, i’ll go to sleep sooner or later..i’ll keep teaching you, i still have the energy..”

“you still have the energy?”

“i’m saying i like you…” he still held a normal expression on his face even after saying that, with a faint grin and a soft touch to your fingers that were pressing gently over the piano keys—your eyes went wide when the male scoots closer to your side.

your brain went off for a moment. ‘huh? like me? wait, what does that mean…? hold on…is it…?!?!?’ your thoughts were going completely berserk. a shade of red pops over your face, and within notice ritsu chuckles, “you’re blushing…adorable…”

“are you serious?? you better not be joking, ritsu, i swear i will not hesitate to slap you…!”

“don’t slap me…i’m far too weak to handle that at the moment..” his reply sounded weaker indeed, before a yawn escalates out of his lips.

the evening grew warm between the atmosphere of the both of you, pianos and french love languages from a multilingual tongue of yours to teach. ritsu drew the piano notes, while you wrote the love words.

a/n: hi sorry this took a while, school’s been keeping me busy lately i’m sorry :,} hope everyone didn’t wait long ! aLSO SORRY IF ARASHI’S PART WAS SHORT ToT I DON’T HATE HER I SWEAR, I JUST COULDN’T FIND A PERFECT INSPO FOR HER PLANNED SCENARIO :,>

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hello! i hope u’re doing well and i really adore ur work, keep going! i was wondering if i could req chifuyu x fem!s/o who has a male friend she thought of him as her best friend until he started to hit on her and give her weird looks and stuffs /tries to flirt w her but she thought she was just thinking abt it too much and didnt want to say anything since she hates confrontations and thought she’s probably just being paranoid abt it but then chifuyu notices it so he does something about it? (i’m sorry if this is too specific or too weird, feel free not to write it if it’s too much! and if it is, i apologize for that!) have a nice day/evening<3

hi nonnie! i'm sorry this took me literally 2 months oops. please forgive me!!! anyways, here it is! i hope it's to your liking! since it's sfw minors can rb + like, but please don't follow or else i'll have to block u ):

warnings: fluff, one-sided pining, f!reader, violence (chifuyu knocks him out lol), final timeline!

wc: 1.1k

“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

chifuyu cocked his head, he couldn’t help listening intently, you were only outside the store door. it was like this everyday, your best friend would show up on your break time and spend all 30 minutes with you. chifuyu didn’t mind as long as you went back to work and didn’t bother the customers, but he found himself tuning in lately, noting the troubled look on your face when you would walk in.

“I said,” your best friend started, “you look really cute in that apron, you should wear it more often.”

you scoffed, “you mean, my job uniform?”

“it doesn’t have to be this apron,” he says, looping one finger underneath the strap, “it could be any. like.. a maid apron or something!”

you step back, gently pushing away his hand. something in you flipped, you felt it in your stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. you were unsure of him lately, maybe it was the way he was calling you more often, or maybe it was the flirtatious comments. there was, however, one thing in particular that bugged you, and it was the way he’d try to hold your hand as the two of you would walk home together. but still, maybe you were just being paranoid? best friends hold hands all the time… right?

you open your mouth, struggling to find the words to say, until a familiar head pops out from the store.

“time’s up,” chifuyu says, shooing away your friend with his hand. “get back to work.”

you nod, feeling a sense of relief as you give an awkward side hug to your friend and scurry back in without looking back.

“i’ll pick you up after-” your friend tries to say, but you’re already inside, hands clammy as you take your place behind the counter.

chifuyu follows you in, noting your fiddling hands and your eyes glued to the floor. “you okay?” he asks, grabbing a dustpan and broom.

you nod at first, before sighing and shaking your head. “can i ask you a question?” you start, before shaking your head once again. “actually, nevermind.”

chifuyu pauses, before shrugging and giving you an “okay.”

the rest of the day moved by in a breeze, it was a slow tuesday. you spent most of your shift cleaning and taking care of the kittens. you loved your part time job. working at peke j land was the best part of your day, the little kitten licks you’d receive each day was enough to get you by the stuffy customers and otherwise long hours. you were hired as a temp worker to fill in for another employee, baji, who was stuck crunching for his college finals.

as the sun dwindled down over the horizon, you put your apron back in your locker. before you walked out from the back room, you felt that familiar uncomfortable feeling. your best friend was going to take you home today. you texted him earlier, telling him you’d just catch the bus home since you were staying pretty late. he texted you back but you didn’t wanna see his response, leaving it unopened. hopefully, he wouldn’t show up. you peered over your shoulder, as your boss typed away on a laptop, probably business emails.

you wanted to ask him if he’d drive you home today, hoping to avoid your friend. but you stopped yourself, reasoning that you shouldn’t mix personal issues and work.

“i’m heading out, chifuyu! see you tomorrow.” you said, giving a small wave to his back.

“oh,” he says, before he swivels in his chair, grabbing his keys. “you want a ride home?” the laptop closes with a click as he gets up.

“you don’t have to..” you start, thumbing the strap of your back.

chifuyu shrugs, “the guys have been getting on my case for staying late anyway,” he jingles the keys in his hand. “let’s go?”

“okay,” you say, shyly moving out of the way.

it’s not terribly awkward to walk out with him, following close behind him. it’s reassuring, until you hear a familiar voice.

“hey, y/n!” it’s your friend, who seemed to have been waiting for you, getting up from his spot on the sidewalk. his smile falters when he sees the two of you, glancing between you both before extending a hand out which you shy away from.

he’s perplexed to say the least when chifuyu ignores him and says, “my car’s out that way.” pointing down the street. you nod, eyes glued to the floor as you mutter out, “chifuyu’s taking me home, you can go now.”

your friend steps out, blocking your path. “you’re coming home with me, i take you everyday.”

you shake your head harder, “no i texted you…”

“and i texted back letting you know i was coming back anyway.” he cuts you off, clear irritation in his voice. you’re shrinking, farther back as he steps forward and chifuyu’s had enough.

he sighs, “kids like you are so fuckin’ annoying.”

“excuse me?” your best friend asks, voice incredulous, “what did you just say?”

“i said,” he reiterates, using his finger to push back on the other man’s chest, “kids like you are fucking annoying.”

your friend scoffs, before grabbing your arm, “let’s go y/n, we’re leaving.”

“wait-“ you start, trying to plant your feet so that you won’t get dragged off. but he’s much stronger than you and you stumble forward anyway.

you feel a hand on your other wrist and turn back to see your boss holding onto you, before he steps in between the two of you.

“back off man,” your friend warns, clearly ready to do something stupid.

“y/n, do you wanna go with him?” chifuyu asks, eyes staring straight through you and only you, as if your friend wasn’t even there.

you look between the two of them before you shake your head. “no, i’d like you to take me home..”

“then there’s your answer.” chifuyu says, looking back at him. “don’t bother her anymore.”

perhaps it was ego that fueled your friend to swing his fist, but chifuyu was faster, too many nights spent sparring with kazutora, baji, and more had him well equipped for this. you winced hearing the connection of fist to jaw, the crack of bone, and the thud of a body on the pavement.

“alright, now we can actually go.” he starts walking off towards the direction of his car, before looking back at you. “you comin’?”

bewildered, you look at chifuyu, then back at your friend’s unconscious body, then chifuyu once more before asking, “um, we’re just gonna leave him there?”

chifuyu shrugs, “he’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.”

#tokyo revengers #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu matsuno x you #chifuyu mastuno x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #pibby writing #i wasnt gonna write so much but i really did oopsie

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If he gets married tomorrow. I’ll buy that too.

“Hebaron, please. OPEN UP OR WE’RE BREAKING IN!” Riftan shouts at the other side of Hebaron’s door, with the other knights peeking behind. Uslin passed his sword to Ruth, rounding up his arm and preparing to knock down Hebaron's door with Riftan.

“Come on Hebaron, it’s fine if you’re sick. At least let Ruth check it.” Gabel knocks impatiently on the tough wooden door.

“What’s wrong with him? He’s never been like this.” Ruth sighed and Elliot nodded in agreement.

“Just come out already! I promise I wouldn’t make any jokes about it. JUST COME ON OUT!’ Uslin exclaimed as he runs into the door sideways.

“You know, I can just cast a spell to open it.” Ruth breaks the rowdy silence amongst the knights.

“Couldn’t you have said that, before I threw myself on the door?” Uslin gritted his words through, rubbing his shoulders to reduce the soreness.

Ruth just shrugged and crack his knuckles. “I’m coming in, Sir Nirta! If you’re naked, I take no responsibility for my actions!” Everyone made way for the mage and watched as a vibrant rosey light transferred from Ruth’s palms onto Hebaron’s door.

“GABEL!” the knights shouted in unison, causing Ruth to bump into the now opened door.

“Great, all these commotions and he isn’t even in his room.” Uslin shook his head in disappointment.

“I saw him went in, and never came out!” Gabel signalled his hands as an emphasis, pointing from the corridor walkway to Hebaron’s room.

“You are supposed to have the best eyesight out of all of us! Which is why we got you to follow him around!” Uslin nagged angrily. "FOLLOW HIM. NOT, LOSE HIM!” Uslin landed harsh glares onto Gabel after rolling his head in annoyance. Feeling the holes drilling into his skull, Gabel stepped away from Uslin’s following eyes, to the purportedly safer zone behind Riftan.

“I really saw him come in here.” Gabel avowed to Riftan, who looked equally mad at the seemingly false information.

Amongst the heated setting, Maxi was returning from the library and popped in upon hearing the ruckus.

“My Lady, may we help with your books?” Elliot greets Maxi, his hands reaching out for the pile in her arms.

“O-Oh, it’s-s fi-n-ne Sir Elliot! Yo-u-u’re too kind, they’re not heav-vy!” Maxi blushes as she hugged the books closer to her chest, as if to prevent anyone reading the covers.

‘Those books again. Aren’t they the same books she has been reading over and over for the past few weeks?’ Riftan frowned in his thoughts, inching closer to his wife, trying to get a glimpse of the books.

“Wh-hat are yo-u-u all doing in S-Sir Nirta’s room?” Maxi asked, her round eyes softening the atmosphere.

“We’re looking for Hebaron. He’s…not feeling too well.” Riftan stops in front of his wife, stroking Maxi’s cheeks as he mutters. His eyes wondering to the books.

“He’s been acting weird lately, and we’re worried.” Ruth added.

“He doesn’t even want to drink with us after training.” Gabel whispered seriously, his fingers pointing among Uslin, Elliot and himself.

“I did not-t-ice that Sir Nirta didn’t leav-v-e the castle after dinner the-s-s-se past weeks either. I thought he was-s just too tired from all th-h-e training… I-s-s he going to b-be alright?” Maxi worried. Riftan’s eyebrows took a deeper burrow at Maxi’s acknowledgement of Hebaron’s activities.

“Maybe it’s all your f-fault, Riftan. Yo-u-u and your loco training drove S-sir Hebaron crazy!” Maxi hypothesized, hugging her books tighter with anger.

It was no secret that the knights have been training aggressively, thanks to the overtime in the infirmary, even everyone in town knows. Increasing in both intensity and duration, even the squires were bulking up twice as fast. All thanks to the Lord Commander’s newfound insomnia. Something was on his mind, and he’s been dragging the entire squad along, especially Hebaron.

“What?” Riftan blurted as the others kept quiet, as if to agree in silence, glances darted around but no one dared to meet Riftan in the eyes. However, their stances show that they were very much into the conversation.

Reading the room, Riftan hung his head slightly in shame. “Perhaps” he muttered as he looked to the side and noticed an unusual movement in Hebaron’s cloaks. Throwing that look at the knights, everyone focused on where Riftan was hinting at. Getting the cue, Maxi nodded and offered to play along.

“Herhm, we s-should look for S-Sir Nirta elsewhere since he is-s clearly n-not here. I’ll close his door!” Maxi sniffled a little as she pulled the door towards her, making sure to induce a large clicking sound upon closing the door. After which, the huge man stepped out from his set of cloaks.

“I thought they’ll never leave.” Hebaron breathed in rapidly after holding his breath for the past 9 mins.

“It’s astounding how a huge man like you can hide in such plain sight.” Riftan spoke slowly, his deep voice spooked a worn out Hebaron.

Surrendering to Riftan, Hebaron throws himself onto his bed in defeat and let out a deep sigh. “What do you want?”

At the other corner of Hebaron’s room was Gabel, making himself comfortable, scavenging for Hebaron’s alcohol collection under the table. “Wow, this isn’t empty?” An astounded Gabel pulled out the half empty bottle as well as the crackers behind it.

“Here, fish crackers, your favourite.” Handing Elliot the crackers, Gabel popped the cock off the bottle and gulped down.

“Urgh, your wine taste flat.” Gabel states. Elliot chokes on the stale crackers as the room gasps and Hebaron rolled his eyes to the side.

“WHAT?” Riftan questioned in disbelief, snatching over the bottle of wine for a sip.

Shocked at this revelation, Uslin got up from the floor and sits by Hebaron on his bed, placing his hand on Hebaron’s forehead, then on his back. His eyes meet Ruth, who gave Uslin a knowing nod.

“You don’t have a fever... So what’s wrong?’ Uslin prods as he slaps Hebaron’s ass hard. The sting sent Hebaron howling into his bed.

"Get out, just get out.." Hebaron drawled, burying himself under the sheets.

"Alright, how about we go down to town for drinks?" Riftan suggested.

Everyone’s attention shifted to the Lord Commander, who never once suggested to drink outside of the castle.

“Come on, I know you like drinking at that bar down the alley that leads to the lake.” Riftan opined. “My treat. Tonight.”

Elliot’s eyes widen as Ruth stared at Riftan, with Uslin and Gabel exchanging weird looks across the room.

“I said, I’m buying. Hebaron?” Riftan kicks Hebaron’s bed. “NIRTA!” His patience was running out as he walked over. Ruth tactfully got out of his way, watching from the sides as Riftan attempted to yank the tall knight out from under his pillow.

Like a rabbit pulling another rabbit out of his rabbit hole, everyone in the room watched the two giants struggled and it started to look comical with both equally matched in strength. Ruth started laughing out loud, followed by Uslin and Elliot, while Gabel was already rolling on the floor.

"Just leave me alone, alright! I don’t want to go to town! I don’t want to drink!" Hebaron pushed Riftan in the chest, causing Riftan to lose his balance. Elliot dropped his crackers and hurried with Gabel to grab Riftan in order to damper the impact while Ruth ran off to a corner to prevent being sandwiched. “Not today!” Ruth declares as stuck his back to the window.

Recovering his stance, Riftan dragged out Hebaron’s box of wine under the table to the bed. “Let’s drink.” Riftan announced.

“Fine.” Hebaron grunted, getting off his bed as the party reacted innately, surrounding the bed like a table. The gang sat at either ends of the bed while Ruth sent a magic note to the kitchen for meat and snacks.

“You better buy them back.” Hebaron complained, as he reluctantly passed out his stash around the bed. Shooting Hebaron back with a dirty look, Riftan downs the first bottle in record time.

“Will you have dinner here, Sirs?” Rodrigo asked, as he brought up thirds. The knights have drunk passed lunch and was now time for dinner.

“We’ll skip dinner. Just bring up more kegs.” Riftan replies after looking at the drunken states of his knights.

“You good there? You’re drinking like back then.” Hebaron directed the question at Riftan, who raised his eyebrow as if to question what Hebaron meant. “Open.” Gabel requested as he held a bottle close to Riftan’s face.

“In that cave where we thought we were about to die tomorrow.” Hebaron added on.

“Don’t try to change the topic on me.” Riftan retorted as he passed Gabel the opened bottle, his elbow nearly hitting Elliot’s head.

“It’s just spooky. I never had a woman come up to me. In my face! Telling me that she likes me and wants to get to know me better!” Hebaron whispers loudly.

Uslin cackled as Hebaron continued on.

“She even said that she thinks me and her could get along well for a future together!” Sitting across Hebaron, Gabel was having a hard time holding in his laughter while patting Ruth on the back. The poor mage swallowed an entire fish bone upon hearing that Hebaron has a suitor.

“We’ve talked about this the other night! It’s time for you to get married! Don’t tell me you forgot how much older you are than us!” Uslin smirked at Hebaron, who was narrowing his eyes at him.

“You said you wouldn’t make jokes about it.” Hebaron warns him sternly, as he confiscates Uslin’s bottle and finished it.

“I’m not making jokes. I’m just reminding you that you’re old.” Uslin gave an innocent smile that makes Hebaron want to punch him right in his perfect face. “Again.” Uslin chuckled, trying to keep a straight face.

“Do we know her?” Riftan asked as Uslin draws another bottle out of the crate. “I want one too.” Ruth signalled to Uslin after recovering from his mishap.

“Sort of.” Hebaron hung his head low, spinning the empty bottles on the floor. “But I can’t be with her… She’s.. Just not her.” Hebaron huffed despondently.

Poking the drunk man’s face across the bed, Ruth started conjuring spells, painting Elliot’s face with an assortment of colours.

“Can you imagine the rumours if I did?” Hebaron sighed as he popped open another bottle. “Me with her?’’ Hebaron points back at himself.

“You.” Elliot burps, pointing his finger at Hebaron before passing out for real.

“Just go to sleep.” Uslin ruffles Elliot’s head, that was resting comfortably on Hebaron’s bed.

“Give her a try, or we’ll get you and put you in her room.” Gabel hics, having a hard time keeping his head up.

“Well, what do you think will happen? You think I’ll marry her?” Hebaron pushes Gabel’s head up with his finger.

“Either that, or you’ll snore really loudly as usual when you sleep drunk, and. Andddd if she still wants you, you can get married tomorrow.” Uslin giggles to himself. “Riftan will pay for everything, right Commander?”

“If he gets married tomorrow. I’ll buy that too.” Riftan clinks Hebaron’s bottle as he watches Ruth’s ongoing magic show featuring a drunk Elliot.

“Ruth, I think Elliot looks prettier with lilac, not turrrrquoise.” Gabel hics again before head diving onto Hebaron’s bed, fully giving in to his drunk state.

“And you Gabel, looks prettier with my hand across your face!” Ruth shouts with his last burst of soberness left. Now standing up, he faces the wrong direction and proclaims to Gabel, “I know colours better than you!”, before landing on the floor with a thump!

“Did he break his nose?” Uslin asked nonchalantly.

“Even if he did, I’m not a mage.” Hebaron shrugged, turning his head ever so slightly to spot any bleeding on the floor.

“Seems good.” Hebaron concluded before going back to his bottle.

Uslin yawned, clinking bottles with Hebaron while Riftan lies backwards onto the floor, thankful that he decided to after all, drink in the castle instead.

#utot #riftan calypse #hebaron nirta #ruth serbel #uslin rikaido #gabel laxion #elliot caron #under the oak tree

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