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werenotadulting · 3 years

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Routine Procedure pt. 5

Over the next couple of days, it was actually abnormal for Kate not to give me some special attention down there during a diaper change. Just woke up? Let's try using my vibrator on your soaked diaper. Need a change before lunch? How about reverse cowgirl while laying there on top of your fresh diaper. Time for your night diaper? Bedtime blowjob.

Don't get me wrong, Kate and I have always had a very good sex life, but this past week was unlike any other.

On Saturday, in the middle of a mid-afternoon change, was when Kate suggested we try getting out of the house for a bit.

"You really soak through these diapers quick, Mike. We're gonna have to see about getting some more soon."

"I suppose we should, right? I mean, they're working infinitely better than that condom thing," I said as I was laying back while Kate took care of wiping me down.

Despite what she had said about showing me how to change myself, she didn't seem to mind taking care of it, and I was in no rush to put a stop to it considering what was in it for me.

"That's very true. There was only that one minor leak you had last night, which I'm sure we can find a way to prevent in the future. I'll put in an order for some new diapers tonight, so they get here by Monday."

Kate secured the last tape and ran a finger along the elastic leg gathers. "You know, that new game store opened up in the mall on the other side of town. What do you say we stop over there and see how it is?"

I froze. Being diapered at home was one thing. Going out in public though.... Kate seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Mike. Earth to Mike. Remember what we talked about? No one is going to be paying attention to the size of your butt or the sound of your pants. And guess what? Even if they do, who cares? You have a medical need to wear diapers. Just like people who have trouble walking use canes, it's a medical thing. You didn't ask to be incontinent."

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I looked at myself in the mirror. My jeans appeared to do their job of concealing my diaper.

"You know," Kate popped up behind me in the reflection, "if you're so worried about people seeing, they do make onesies for adults. Just a thought."

I scoffed at her, and we headed off to the mall.

About 30 minutes later, we arrived. I couldn't help but notice that it seemed like there were a heck of a lot more people there than normal. Another 10 minutes later and we were finally able to find a parking space towards the back. As I got out of the car, I made sure my shirt was pulled down as far as it could go. It was all I needed for my shirt to ride up and expose my plastic waistband.

Kate grabbed my hand, but not before giving my padded butt a firm slap. The corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, and we walked hand-in-hand up to the mall.

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You know that feeling you get when it feels like someone is watching you? Yeah, it did not go away no matter how much time passed as we meandered through the mall.

Our first stop was in the food court, where we grabbed a late lunch of chicken and waffles. Kate went to order the food while I found a spot to sit down.

"All ready," Kate said as she walked up with a tray piled with chicken. "They accidentally made your lemonade a large, and I wasn't about time tell them they were wrong."

"It is the best homemade lemonade in town," I said, grabbing my plate off of the tray.

Kate set the tray down, then went to grab a couple of napkins. A few moments later, I noticed my shirt rising up and the back of my diaper being pulled open. I spun around and swatted the offending hand away, which turned out to belong to Kate.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Giving you a diaper check, what else?"

"We are in the middle of the mall!"

"It's been awhile since you had your diaper changed, and I know you are bad at knowing when you're at capacity," Kate gave me a 'prove me wrong' look.

"I'm fine!! Just... not out in broad daylight, please?" I pleaded.

"Well I didn't even get a chance to properly check just now, but if you say so...."

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After stopping in a couple clothing stores, ("Hey, we should think about getting you some new jeans. Those ones seem a little tight all of the sudden.") we finally made our way to the new gaming store. It was like a one-stop shop for gamers, with board games, collectibles, and video games. Towards the back, there were tables setup, where people could break out their games or card decks and hang out for a bit.

Once we had searched down all the aisles, we found ourselves in the back next to the gaming tables.

"Hey, we're looking for two more for Ticket to Ride! Do you guys want in?" said a blonde girl from a table in the corner. She and another girl were setting up the board, getting ready to start.

Kate's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Oh heck yes! I never lose at this game!" It was true, she did never lose, and she never let me hear the end of it whenever we played.

An hour later, and it was clear that it was between Kate and Melanie, the blonde girl, on who would be crowned victorious. The other girl and I had all but given up. Seeing that there was no way I could complete all my routes, I had long since resorted to my usual strategy of trying to sabotage Kate.

"Annnnnd 110, 111, 112. I have retained my crown," Kate gloated.

"Oh wonderful," I said, "I can't wait to hear about this all the way home."

"Well played, you two," Melanie chimed in. "Don't worry about cleaning up, we are actually waiting for some friends to come play a round."

"Oh thank you, that's so nice," Kate said as we both stood up to leave.

"Of course! It was nice meet....." Melanie trailed off, staring at my crotch.

Both Kate and I followed her gaze, and it was then that I saw that I'd had a major leak.

Large wet spots had formed down the inside of my jeans, as well as two half-moon shapes on my butt. Looking at my chair, there was more evidence of my accident, there for all to see.

It was obvious to anyone looking what had happened.

I was speechless.

"Oh shit, we're so sorry! Let me just wipe this up..." Kate said as she frantically wiped the seat down with a tissue.

The girls were equally dumbstruck, as they watched Kate lead me out of the store waddling behind her.

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The feeling of eyes on me increased tenfold on the walk through the mall to the car. Without a jacket or anything to cover up with, we moved as fast as we could, whispers and giggles following us out.

In what seemed like an eternity later, we finally made it back to the car.

"I'll get the seats cleaned, don't worry baby, just get in." Kate pulled open her door and got the car started. I didn't need to be told twice, as I practically leaped into the car.

"That...I...I'm so embarrassed...." I was starting to get choked up, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Hey, hey, there there sweetie, I'm sorry. That can't have been fun, I know. It's not your fault." Kate was rubbing my back, the car still in park.

"That doesn't make it any less humiliating! And it's not even like I had a little accident, Kate, my diaper leaked!" I was almost yelling, my emotions getting the better of me.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay, take deep breaths, it's going to be okay. We didn't know anyone there, no one important saw, you'll be fine."

I was still upset, but I listened to her, taking steadying breaths that at least got my heart rate under control. Seeing this, Kate started to back out of our parking spot.

"Let's get you home and into a bath, baby," Kate soothed. We drove on in silence for awhile as I continued to calm down.

I think," Kate broke the silence, "that we might want to consider getting you some thicker protection. Just to be safe, you know? What do you think?"

"I think that means I will definitely be waddling, and it will be obvious to everyone what I'm wearing," I said, staring out the window.

"Well, do you prefer people maybe noticing that you walk a little funny, or running the risk of leaking like happened back there?"

"I don't know Kate, I just...I don't want to think about it."

"I'll take care of it then, babe," Kate said, "those hospital diapers are notoriously cheap anyway. We'll find something that works better for you. And I'll look into some of those onesies, so you don't feel so self-conscious about your diaper sticking out."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, as we continued down the highway.

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Kate knew exactly where to look when she logged on to order new diapers.

Let's see, she thought, I think probably a case of ABU Simple Ultra. Maybe a mixed case with some fun prints? No, it was too soon to go all-in like that. I'll just add in another pack of PeekABUs. That's 90 diapers, so at 2-3 diapers a day, that should be good for a month. Better throw in some boosters, too. And set up a recurring monthly order, yes please.

With that order placed, it was then to the ODU website, where she settled on several of their basic onesies.

"All in good time, Kate," she muttered to herself as she looked longingly at all of the cute designs. She could just picture how adorable Mike would look in that dinosaur onesie.

She was so horny right now. The sight of Mike in his wet jeans, his face burning bright red. Her hand slipped down the front of her shorts.

Oh fuck, she thought, he was so humiliated. She rubbed her clit to the image of Mike standing there over the pee puddle on his chair while those girls looked on.

Had she taped on his diaper perhaps a little loose before they went to the mall? Yes.

Had she intentionally ordered Mike a large lemonade? Also yes.

Had she suspected during her impromptu diaper check at the food court that Mike would protest and insist he was fine? Triple yes.

Had she known those flimsy hospital diapers would fail sooner rather than later, and she could talk Mike into something a bit thicker?

Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner.

Kate closed the laptop and got up.

She had a diaper boy she needed to fuck.

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argylemnwrites · 5 years

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Not Exactly Sure, But Maybe Sure Enough

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (Post The Royal Heir, Chapter 4)

Word Count: ~1900

Rating: PG-13 (adult language)

Summary: Riley Liu has never been much of a planner. But with the whole world seeming to be making plans for her uterus, she has to reevaluate the way she approaches challenges in her life.

Author’s Note: Written for Day 16 of the Choices July Challenge (prompt - Uncertainty). Can be seen as a companion piece to my Day 2 submission, “Living with the Consequences” (link is in my masterlist as I think that Tumblr still sometimes hates my posts with links embedded in them). Trigger warning for mention of pregnancy loss.

Wanted to take a look at the whole “Would Drake and a Drake-romancing MC really just agree to name their kid heir to the throne?” shenanigans from the perspective of my MC. After all, I probably should write more from her perspective since she is the one who would have to go through all the public scrutiny and judgement. I originally envisioned a much different piece than this, but what can I say? This just took on a life of its own!

To say that Riley Liu hadn’t always thought things through fully was a bit of an understatement. After all, you don’t get on a plane with a guy you’d known for less than 24 hours to go compete in some strange political version of The Bachelor in a foreign country without being pretty impulsive. In all honesty, so much of her life could be seen as a series of decisions she put almost no thought into, bouncing into situation after situation because it sounded fun or awesome or sometimes, just better than her current circumstances. She’d jumped from job to job, casual relationship to casual relationship, friend group to friend group endlessly. Never any roots. Never anything permanent. Until one day, she found herself with actual, real friends, not just buddies you grab a drink with once or twice a month.

There was Maxwell, who gave her a family. Hana, who showed her what trust and honesty looked like in friendship. Liam, who welcomed her with such care, even when she made it clear she didn’t feel the same way about him that he did about her. They all took her in, this flighty, detached waitress and gave her a home, both figuratively and literally. A home she shared with her husband, a concept that still in some ways felt more foreign than the fact that nearly every hero she had for the past year used apple butter instead of mayo.

Finding Drake had been something she had never dared to hope for. Here was a man who seemed to understand her soul, the fears she had that she would always be alone in the end, that she was never good enough just as she was to be a priority to anyone. Sometimes listening to Drake talk about his life felt like looking at her own experiences through a fun-house mirror. Sure, the details were different; opulent parties and snobby nobles were worlds apart from a junkie mother and a variety of foster homes. But for all that distortion, at their core, their damage was the same. And maybe that’s why things always felt so natural between them, even when she was naïve enough to think that she could have a little fling with the cute prince, catch a flight back to NYC, and have a mad story for two truths and a lie going forward, leaving Cordonia behind without a glance back.

The love she felt for her friends, her husband, her new home she would have never experienced if she had stuck to her old habits and peaced out when things got tough, less lighthearted and silly and more filled with media scandals and political drama. She knew there was a lesson to be learned there, and while she would never be one to put together a five-year plan like she knew Hana was doing, she knew Riley Walker needed to be a bit different than Riley Liu. Or at least, she needed to work on being different. For her own sake, for her loved ones’ sake, and for the sake of the citizens she now answered to. While she might have leapt into the role of duchess without much thought, she recognized that being a political figure meant that she probably shouldn’t just roll along, indulging in every whim, every adventure, every idea presented to her, without at least thinking through the consequences somewhat.

So, she was trying this new thing, taking a few minutes to run through some good and bad possibilities for any decision before she jumped in with gusto, at least when it came to the major things in her life. She wasn’t going to let being married turn her into someone boring who was always stuck in a rut, but she could aim for a little stability. Spontaneous, not impulsive - that was her new goal.

And at first it was easy, settling in at Valtoria in those first few weeks, then heading to the private island for her and Drake’s honeymoon. Telling Drake that she was ready to start a family with him, and sooner rather than later, seemed like a calm, rational follow up to their discussion of their future back during the lantern festival. If felt like something responsible adults, responsible parents did. But suddenly it seemed like that was all they talked about, really all anyone talked about around them. And Riley didn’t know how to feel about that. What was the appropriate response to Madeleine telling her that she and Drake better be having a lot of sex, other than the petulant desire to offer to fuck her husband right now if Madeleine would just leave the room? How do you respond to congratulations for a thing that hasn’t happened yet? And what the hell made her typically grumpy, jaded husband respond to Liam’s request like a seasoned diplomat?

Sure, they had a few conversations about his reasons. And she got it, kind of. But did he really not have any doubts about the whole thing? Could he not see that this increased media attention was just the beginning, that their lives were not just their lives anymore? Everyone was going to want a piece of them.

And then of course, her miscarriage happened, leaving them both shell-shocked. Super common, according to Dr. Ramirez, and no reason not to try again. But Riley didn’t know if they should try again, at least not right away. Maybe this was a sign to slow down, to not force this whole parenthood thing at such a rushed speed. But to go back on birth control felt like they were failures, letting down Liam, their friends, and all of Cordonia. Everyone seemed to need their baby so damn much, Riley couldn’t bring herself to take a few months, maybe even a year, to process her loss and heal. She could sense a similar longing in Drake, to move on together, not as public figures but just as Drake and Riley. But after agreeing to name their child heir to the throne, the sacrifice of the timing of trying for another pregnancy seemed inconsequential. What was a few months compared to years of diplomacy classes, public scrutiny, and increased security threats? So they kept trying. And a few months later, they succeeded again. But they were wiser now. No one was going to know except them and Dr. Ramirez. Riley refused to take a pregnancy test at home for that reason. She thought she could trust her staff, but then again she had trusted Gladys, and look how that turned out.

But now she was into the second trimester, out of the most dangerous window, and in certain outfits, she was starting to show. She’d had to avoid some of her favorite shirts and dresses, and Hana had made a few comments that implied that she’d figured it out for weeks now. So she and Drake invited Liam, Maxwell, Hana, Olivia, Bertrand, and Savannah over for dinner. It was exciting to share their happy news, even if they didn’t get to announce it so much as Olivia called out the ridiculousness of their charade when Riley had to excuse herself due to nausea within 30 minutes of everyone’s arrival. On the other hand, it felt a little sad, to lose that shared secret between her and her husband.

Because now this was the nation’s pregnancy, and never had that been more clear than tonight, as a stylist zipped Riley into a long gown that was as tight as clothing she’d worn before her pregnancy, clearly meant to highlight her bump that was still pretty damn small. Meanwhile, a makeup artist and a hairstylist, both also Madeleine’s “gift” for the night, primped and prodded. Kate Middleton didn’t let her hyperemesis stop her from looking polished, Madeleine had snipped when Riley balked at the whole styling crew, and her children were much farther away from the crown.

“The mother of the next monarch needs to look like a queen, not some sickly, sloppy piece of work with bags under her eyes.”

Riley had a lot of thoughts about that she would have expressed if she was so damn exhausted, so she settled instead for a middle finger thrust in Madeleine’s direction. Oh well, a little impulsivity was probably excusable under these circumstances.

It all felt so surreal, attending this ball thrown in honor of her son or daughter who was still just a possibility at this point. A lot still could go wrong here, not the least of which was her puking on some diplomat’s shoes in the next hour. As she sat waiting for Madeleine to come and get her, letting her know that they were ready for her entrance as the womb that carried the guest of honor, she felt like she was walking through a fog. Riley Liu would have said, “Screw this shit,” and run away, hopping on a flight or catching a bus. Getting the hell out of this world full of pressure and expectations and demands. But Riley Walker couldn’t do that. She had obligations, and she had to see them through.

She heard the door opening, but didn’t turn to face Madeleine, wanting a few more moments with just her child, no matter how fleeting they would be.

“Hey, so I got a plan to get us out of there in 90 minutes. Two hours, tops.”

She let out a sigh of relief before she even fully processed her husband’s words. He was always finding ways to give them a little more time to be just… them. Not a duke and duchess, and now not the future king or queen’s parents. Just Drake, Riley, and now their little one.

“How’d you manage that?” she asked, turning towards him as he crossed the room and crouched down in front of her chair. She noticed he hadn’t escaped Madeleine’s grooming plans, wearing a brand new black suit with his hair parted awkwardly to one side.

“Easy. I got Maxwell to agree to give a toast that will last a minimum of 15 minutes as an ode to the best childhood moments of all of Cordonia’s kings and queens. I figure we slip out to get you some air, and we just never come back. Hana’s promised to deflect any questions about our location after we make our escape.”

She reached down, giving him a gentle smile as she ran a hand through his hair, getting rid of that awful part. Now he looked and sounded like her husband.

All too quickly, their moment of privacy was shattered as Madeleine bustled in, taking one look at Drake’s hair and rolling her eyes.

“And just what do you think you two are doing? You’re supposed to make your entrance in less than a minute!”

“Just taking a moment in between,” Riley said as Drake stood up, squeezing her hand as he pulled her to her feet.

“Well, moment’s over. Let’s get going.”

It wasn’t how she would have chosen to go about this whole pregnancy thing, but for better or worse, this was how it was happening. As Drake held tight to her hand as they walked down the hallway, she was glad for was many doubts and uncertainties as she had about this entire heir-to-the-throne situation, at least they were fumbling through this together. They might have both been out of their element, but they had each other, and maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to get them through all of it.

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minbaepark · 5 years

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Unfold; [01/??]

Pairing(s):Poly!JiKook x Female OC

Genre :Angst, Smut, Pining.

Warning(s): Homophobia (in later chapters), Violence (in later chapters), Mature Content, Vaginal, Anal, and Oral Sex (Later Chapters)

AN: Sooo it’s finally up! I hope it meets yall expectations, feel free to leave CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism. If you don’t like my writing, keep that to yourself babe. If you genuinely have some writing advice than I’m all ears babe. Here’s a life hack; if you can’t think of anything nice to say, than don’t say shit!

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jungkook stood dumbfounded and bordering on irritated as he tried and failed for the 5th time to unlock the door to his rental. Sighing, he reached into the pockets of his grey sweatpants, searching for his cell phone. Pulling it out, he hit the speed dial number for his landlord Kate, waiting rather impatiently for her to pick up.

The older woman had certain disliking for Jungkook; it was something he knew from the minute he signed the lease. He never really paid any attention to her pointed glares or the snide comments she made about him, because it was something he was used to.

Most people didn’t like him based off his looks; the colorful tattoos that decorated his arms and neck, the black jewelry that pierced through his lips, ears, and tongue. To him they were art, created and perfectly drawn by one of his brothers, a constant reminder of his life and the love he had for his family. To others it was trashy and disgusting.

Jungkook didn’t care what those people thought though, especially not Kate. She didn’t have any right to say shit to him, especially since he followed every stupid rule she placed and paid his rent on time, sometimes even early.

Honestly, Kate had no right or reason to lock him out, but Jungkook knew that the older woman was gonna find a reason. After what seemed like hours, Kate finally answered and Jungkook had to restrain himself from going off on the woman.

“What do you want Jeon?”

“Why did you change my locks, I paid the rent!”

“I told you I didn’t want any drugs going on in my rental and you brought that brother of yours over!”

Jungkook stood there in confusion which quickly turned to anger. She had been referring to Hoseok. Yes, his brother was a drug dealer, but they never did anything in or near the rental for this specific reason. Jungkook knew there was no way he was convince the woman that he had did nothing wrong, and knew this was the opportunity she had been waiting on to kick him out.

“Will you at least come unlock the door so I can get my shit.” Jungkook asked, placing the phone on speaker so he could text his brothers for help. It wasn’t like the rental was even nice to began with. It was pretty shitty in comparison with his brothers’ homes, but Jungkook wanted to live on his own, prove to his brothers that he wasn’t a baby anymore and could take care of himself.

Now he was gonna have to crash at one of theirs and it was already fucking with him. He knew the six older men would drop anything and everything he needed them, but he was adult now; he should be able to take care of himself.

“You have one hour to get your stuff,” Kate’s voice came through Jungkook’s phone speaker, knocking him out of his train of thought. “and then I better not see you on my property again!” With that, she hung up, stating she would be there when she felt like it to unlock the door, leaving Jungkook to stand in the empty alleyway that lead to his home.

Sighing, he plopped down in front of the door, leaning his head back against the cold metal door. The young choreographer, ran his inked fingers through his black hair. He watched as his brothers began to respond. He tried to respond but they were all asking him questions at the same time. When he was finally able to answer the questions they bombarded him with, explaining the situation at hand, he rested his head back against the door, waiting for someone, anyone to arrive. It was cold in the city during this time, and he didn’t think to bring a thick jacket, because he was literally indoors sweating all day.

Jungkook cursed silently to himself as a chill came over him. He reached into his pockets to pull out some headphones, so at least he wasn’t sitting in complete silence by himself. Just as he plugged in his headphones, his phone began to ring. He couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto his face when he saw the name “Mini-Hyung” pop up on his screen. Jungkook wouldn’t say he had a favorite brother, he loved all of his brothers, but he was closer to Jimin.

Jimin, or Mini as he used to call him, was the first person to talk to him when Jungkook was placed in the orphanage they grew up in. Back then, Jungkook wasn’t the tall, muscular, tattooed covered man that most people feared, he was a small little boy who cried a lot and was scared of almost everything.

Jimin had saw that the then 6-year old Jungkook was being bullied by one of the other kids in the orphanage and the 8-year old defended him, breaking the nose of one of the kids and scaring off the others. It was that moment that bonded the two of them. Jungkook was Jimin’s baby boy and no one messed his with baby boy. At first, Jungkook hated the nickname, it felt unfamiliar and weird and the kids used to make homophobic remarks and slurs towards the two males.

Jimin didn’t mind the comments,”They’re just jealous that you’re not theirs.” He would always tell the boy, ruffling his hair. As they got older, Jungkook grew to love his nickname from Jimin. He knew that he was loved and after 15 years of being called “baby boy”, it felt weird for Jimin to not call him that. No one but Jimin and his girlfriend Kennie called him “baby boy”. It seemed like their was an unspoken rule in their little made-up family that they were the only ones allowed.

“Where are you baby boy?”

Jimin’s raspy voice filled the young man’s ear, unexpectedly sending shivers through his body. He could hear the anger laced in his words. He wasn’t angry at him, Jungkook knew that. In the 15 years that they knew each other, Jimin had never once been angry at Jungkook. Jimin would often joke about how he couldn’t stay mad at his baby boy, even if he tried. He knew the anger was fueled towards Kate.

“I’m sitting outside my door, waiting on the bitch to come unlock the door.”

“She’s putting you out?”

“Yeah, she’s giving me an hour once she gets here to get my shit out.”

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

Before Jungkook could even reply, Jimin had hung up the phone, so he sat there and waited.

Kenari sighed happily as she eased her sore body into the large tub of water. The scent of lavender filled the dimly lit bathroom, her bathroom playlist playing softly in the background as she let the hot warm ease and relax her sore muscles. With her hair in a messy bun, she closed her eyes, enjoying her bath. Between Jimin and work, Kenari or Kennie as she preferred to be called, she was amazed that she could even move a muscle.

To be fair, she was the one who egged Jimin on most of the time, begging and damn near demanding him to “ruin her” as she so eloquently put it. It wasn’t like Jimin was bad in bed, on the contrary, he was the best she had ever had and while Jimin did and could give Kennie the rough sex she enjoyed so much, he preferred to be the slow and steady approach to sex.

It was fine from time to time, but when you work with your boyfriend who happens to be very attractive and amazing with his hips, by the time they got home (sometimes before they even make it home) Kennie was ready to be ruined by him

Most people who saw the couple thought they were dating to boost their view on Youtube, stating that the choreographers wouldn’t nearly get as much attention if they weren’t dancing together, and while that was partially true, that wasn’t why they were together. It was true that they worked better together, but it was because of their chemistry and love for each other. Dancing was one of the passions that they shared. They both had genuine love for the art form, it was how they met.

They two had felt a connection instantly. Although it was purely sexual at first, the two quickly realized that they both wanted more out of the relationship, and two years later here they were, still going strong and living together. Jimin had even introduced her into his brothers, the only people Jimin loved, up until he met Kennie of course.

Yes, he had some girlfriends and boyfriends, but none of them met his brothers and vice verse. He didn’t feel comfortable letting them get to know his family, knowing that the relationship wasn’t going to last, but with Kennie, it only took two months of dating before she was sitting on his lap at one of their weekly family dinners, laughing with his brothers.

It was also during this dinner, that Kennie met her best friends, and the women she would later call her sisters, Zazi, Honey, and Joie. Zazi and Kennie clicked almost instantly, having grown up in the same neighborhood. Honey became a big sister to Kennie, helping her figure out the dynamics and background of the family created. While Joie wasn’t officially a part of the family, she was still pretty close to them. There was something going on between her and Namjoon, even though neither one of them acted upon it.

Dating Jimin gave Kennie things she didn’t have before; A Family that loved and protected her, friends that were loyal and honest, and happiness that she didn’t know existed. There were other perks too. She got into “Black Dragon” which was a club owned by Seokjin, the eldest brother of the family for free and never paid for drinks, even though she tried to the first couple of time. She also got the “family discount” from Hoseok, even though she didn’t normally smoke or do drug. Kennie even got free work done by Namjoon, who did most if not all of the tattoos and piercings for the family. She got her makeup done by Honey, and would be invited to all of the parties the family threw.

Honestly dating Jimin felt like she was apart of an exclusive club, and while she enjoyed the perks of the family, she mostly enjoyed their acceptance of her. Growing up, Kennie had both of her parents, but they were never there. They worked all of the time and at first Kennie believed it was to make sure that they could take care of her, but as she got older, she realized that neither one of them wanted to have anything to do with her.

It was when she was 9 that she learned that they only married because their parents forced them to when Kennie’s mom was pregnant with her. It was during a drunken rage, when Kennie’s dad told her to her face at the age of 11 that she was a mistake,the product of a one night stand gone wrong.

Her father never loved her or her mother. So it was at age 12, when Kennie ran away, staying with her friend’s family after her parents willingly signed her over to them. Now they no longer had to be together or deal with a child they didn’t want.

While she was loved by her friend’s family, it wasn’t the same. It never felt right when there was family events and she was the only one who wasn’t family. Her new family tried to make her feel welcomed and loved, but the damage had been done and when she was 17, Kennie moved out on her own, having saved up enough money to get her own place, but ended up couch surfing until she was 18.

The only thing that kept her sane in her childhood was dancing. She had watched music videos and seen the pretty dancers on the TV and wanted to be like them, so practiced day in and day out. Dancing was all she had, it was the one thing she could turn to express how she was feeling.

Eventually, she started to take classes at school up until she graduated High School. Through the years, she had met a lot of other dancers who helped her hone her craft and even let her sleep at their place when she was on her own. It was during one of her dancer friend’s classes that she would meet the love of her life.

Kennie smiled fondly as her mind wondered to thoughts of Jimin. He had given her everything she could ever want. He had let her cry and be fragile and open around him and in return she did the same. She was the only one he had told about his not so little crush on Jungkook, the youngest of the family.

Jimin had told her about ever fantasy, every sinful thought that came to mind whenever he was around the young man. While at first, the love he felt was strictly that of two friends, it quickly and almost out of the blue turned into an unquenchable lust for the younger man.

Jimin told her all of this one night when he caught her practically undressing the man when he was helping them teach a class. At first, Kennie was sure that Jimin would be angry, but when he began to whisper in her ears all the things he would do and let Jungkook do to him, Kennie found herself squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t think she would be into something like that, but the idea of Jimin pining down the younger man and begging him to fuck him, drove her crazy.

That was one of the moments that sealed their bond, their mutual lust over Jungkook. Over the years, that lust turned to genuine love for the man and the couple had even discussed how to get him to join their relationship without scaring him off. It never felt like right time and they were both afraid of ruining the family.

Jungkook was a sweetheart underneath all those tattoos and piercings. Even when he tried to seem intimidating, the two of them could see past the rough exterior to the adorable guy he truly was. Jungkook was goofy and sent the most random text during the middle of night which would normally irritate the couple, because sleep was a rare commodity for them, but when it came to Jungkook, they let it slide. He was their baby boy.

Kennie felt her body shiver as the realization that her once steaming hot water was now cold, and quickly released the stopper before. She climbed out of the tub, wrapping her fluffy black towel around her body, before she grabbed her cell phone and made her way to the bedroom she shared with Jimin.

With the towel still wrapped around her, Kennie laid out of their bed, scrolling through the comments that were left on the latest video she and Jimin posted to Youtube. The positive comments outweighed the bad, even though the mean comments never got to her. She didn’t care if other people didn’t like her, her family loved her, Jimin loved her and that was all she needed.

Once she finally reached the last comment, her phone began to go off with the ringtone she set for Jimin. She smiled as she answered the call, ready to greet him when he spoke first.

“That bitch kicked baby boy out!”

Kennie sat up instantly, not caring that her towel fell off her body. She grabbed her phone, placing it on speaker, and headed to their closet, trying to find something to put on.

“Where is he, where are you?” She frantically asked, knowing that it was quite cold outside and Jungkook had a tendency to not bring a jacket because “I’m inside most of the day, so why bother” as he liked to say. Kennie threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top as Jimin spoke. “He’s waiting for her to come let him in, so I’m heading to his place right now, the guys are meeting me there to help him get his shit outta that place.”

Kennie could hear the frustration and anger in his voice and she didn’t blame him. That woman had it out for Jungkook from the beginning. Jimin and Kennie had offered for him to live with them in the guest room of their home, but he declined. Kennie and Jimin had kept their guest room ready for whenever the young man was too tired to go home after class, but now he was finally going to be staying with them.

Kennie felt guilty for being so excited that he had gotten kicked out, and Jimin most of noticed by her silence. “I know what you’re thinking baby,’ He teased, his voice getting deeper with each word. “and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy about this too.” Jimin chuckled through her speaker. “Everything happens for a reason though baby.” He stated as Kennie sat on their bed.

“Maybe this is the opportunity we’ve been looking for.”

“I don’t want to scare him away Jimin.”

“We won’t, let’s take it one day at a time.”

Kennie nodded, even though she knew Jimin couldn’t see her. She knew Jimin had a plan and she also knew Jimin would never force Jungkook to do something he didn’t want to do, but what if he rejected them. She knew that this was something that could make or break their relationship and she didn’t want to lose the family she had longed for, for so long.

Sighing, Kennie stood up from her spot on the bed and made her way to the room that Jungkook would be living in. She knew that they didn’t try then there would always be that regret and so she made up her mind, that this was something that they would slowly work on together. They weren’t going to force Jungkook into a relationship but they weren’t about to sit around and do nothing either.

“Alright, one day at a time.”

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how'd we end up on a road we never took (chapter 1)

a kate and eva fake dating au

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Kate is sick of her life. She’s sick of her homophobic parents. She’s sick of all the fake people at school. And she’s sick of Cairo and all her questions. It’s one thing to go to school and be interrogated about dating her best friend to go home and be lectured how she’s just in a phase. The duality of her two worlds is too much for her to handle, she knows it would all go away if she could just get a girlfriend. But her angry demeanor and unapproachable disposition has ruined her chances.

She can count all the girls she’s been able to deal with enough to actually like on one hand.

There was Bridget, her first real crush last year, who lead Kate on, but unlike Kate, was actually in love with her best friend Emma and started dating her, leaving Kate somewhat heartbroken. There were two good things that came from Bridget though: her gay awakening and her best friend Chess. Two unrelated things, but both important nonetheless.

There was Mallory from English who was so straight that it actually caused Kate to stop crushing on her. She was attracted to Mallory’s intelligence, she always had the best analysis for whatever they were reading, but ultimately dropped the idea when Mallory started dating the heartthrob of the school.

And there was Samantha, the bubbly girl she met at a week-long art exposition, who lived on the other side of the country. The girl felt like a breath of fresh air to Kate after being stuck in the same town for all of her life. She had a crush for a week, and then she left for home.

That’s it.

It’s not that Kate doesn’t find more than three girls attractive, it’s just that their personality is the overwhelmingly important factor for her. She feels like she’s already met everyone she’s gonna meet. The kids at Giles Corey High School have been in school together practically since Kindergarten. By the time she’s a junior in high school she accepts she’s never going to like any Tiger enough to date her.

Kate is getting dinner with Chess as she laments over her situation.

“There is a very good chance that all aspects of my life will improve if I had a girlfriend.”

“How do you figure that, Kate?” Chess asks with an amused grin.

“One, I’d have a girlfriend.” Kate says as if it were obvious, making Chess chuckle.

“Two, Cairo would stop insinuating that we’re dating.”

“Don’t let her get to you Kate, it’s not her fault she’s projecting onto you.”

“You know actually I think all our lives would improve if Cairo would finally admit she’s in love with Riley. She needs to get over the repressed lesbian bullshit already it’s been literally eight years.”

Next to them, one of the busgirls laughs at the anecdote as she’s cleaning one if the tables. Kate gives her some serious side-eye for eavesdropping.

Trying to get her friend to alleviate her death stare, Chess asks, “Are there any more points to your list?”

“Ah yes,” Kate perks up as the idea comes back to her mind, “Three, my parents would stop trying to tell me being gay is just a phase.”

Chess gives her friend the pity face to which Kate just rolls her eyes. Their conversation is interrupted by the waitress coming over.

“What can I get for you girls?” Kate and Chess come to Toni's Pizza after practice every Thursday so the waiter should be very familiar with the pair by now, but they go through this routine every time.

“We’ll have a large Hawaiian pizza with two root beers please,” Chess says with a smile. Kate thinks that pineapple on pizza is absolutely atrocious, but she told Bridget she liked it because it’s Bridget’s favorite and Kate was a useless baby gay. Bridget and Emma ordered it when they first introduced Chess to Kate and it’s far too late to correct herself now.

“Oh…” is all the waiter says as he goes to put in their order, clearly judging their order as he does every week. Same buddy, same, is all Kate thinks but instead she leans in towards Chess and says, “He acts like we haven’t ordered the same exact thing every Thursday for the past year.”

“Leave him alone Kate, it’s not his job to memorize the regulars’ orders.”

“It’d save a lot of time though.” The waiter returns with their root beers in bottles, and as much as Kate would never admit it, she likes her pop best like that. It makes her feel like an adult even though she’s too scared to drink alcohol. She takes a few sips and starts to blow into the bottle. She manages to get a steady sound out of it and starts playing a random rhythm.

“Do you have to do this every time?” Chess says to her friend staring her down as she continues to blow into the bottle.

“Obviously,” Kate says, but stops her incessant root beer music.

Just as Kate is about to continue telling her single life sorrows to Chess, the busgirl comes over.

“So I couldn’t help but overhear your story-“

“Yeah I noticed,” Kate says with a glare. The girl hesitates for a moment but continues, “Um, I think I have a solution.”

Kate really doesn’t want the unsolicited advice of a stranger, but she’s so desperate that she figures she could at least hear her out.

“So, my friend Eva, she’s a delivery girl, just broke up with her girlfriend and needs to save face at Homecoming so you two could totally just go together to get everyone off your back,” the busgirl looks extremely proud of her plan, and if she’s being perfectly honest, Kate’s not completely opposed to it.

Kate did recognize the name Eva though, since her family often ordered delivery from Toni's Kate would get their pizza (without pineapples) from the girl with the rainbow button on her jacket. Kate did notice that the girl was really attractive, and hoped the button meant more than just a rainbow, but wouldn’t let herself think about a complete stranger like that.

Friends all leave you eventually, Bridget did, so the less friends you have and the more people you distance yourself from the better.

Kate realizes that she’s been sitting thinking in silence for a little bit too long.

“Just until Homecoming?”

“Yeah. By then both if you will have made your point, ooh hang on gimme a sec,” the girl runs off and quickly returns with a piece of paper. “Write down your number. I’ll call her after she gets out of cheer practice and explain everything to her.”

“Eva is a cheerleader too?” Chess asks genuinely as Kate scribbles down her phone number.

“Mhm she’s the highest ranked flyer in the state. Are you guys cheerleaders?” Kate resists the urge to sarcastically grab the draw string bags that both her and Chess have on their chairs that say “Tigers Cheerleading” and lets Chess respond.

“Yup we go to Giles Corey.”

“Oh sorry,” the girl says, “I didn’t mean it like that it's just we go to West High and well, you know your team is kinda ass but I’ve seen you guys cheer and you’re good.” Kate may already know that they’re the worst team ever, but only she’s allowed to trash the Tigers.

“Great thanks for the idea,” Kate abruptly hands the paper to the girl, “bye,” she says with a little, somewhat patronizing, shooing motion.

Though the busgirl might already annoy the shit out of Kate, she wonders what Eva is like. If she goes through with this insane plan with someone she just barely knows what will she feel like by the end? What if Eva grows on me, Kate wonders but stops herself. She won’t let it get that far. They can pretend to be dating but she doesn’t need another friendship outside of that. If Eva somehow agrees to her friend’s plan, Kate won’t let them get close because that’s just how you get hurt.

“Earth to Kate… hello?” Chess waves her hand in front of Kate’s face. “Oh my God you’re actually considering this aren’t you?” Chess says.

“I mean-” Chess cuts her off with an amused laugh, “At first I thought 'Kate would never do something like this', but now I’m seeing how gay and desperate you are.”

“Think about it Chess, it’d be so nice for Cairo to stop teasing us all practice for once.”

“I tune her out, don’t you?”

“How can I she’s so incessantly loud. Also my parents would finally get off my back if they thought I was dating someone.”

“Do they still say you can’t be gay because you’ve never been in any relationship?”

“Yeah,” Kate says sadly as she puts her arms and head down on the table.

“That’s a big oof buddy.”

“I know. I’m just going wait and see if Eva even texts me before I do or say anything.”

Chess nods as the waiter brings their pizza. The rest of the dinner goes by relatively quickly, except for when Kate has to resist gagging to swallow the pineapple, and soon enough Chess is dropping off Kate at her house.

“You know you’re gonna have to get your license someday. I’m not gonna be here to drive you around forever,” Chess says to the shorter girl.

“Why would you remind me of that?” Kate says as she gets out of the car.

“Sorry bud, I don’t wanna leave you either but we have to accept that I’m going to college at some point,” Chess says through her window.

“I don’t have to accept it if I don’t think about it.”

“Hey look at me,” Kate was staring at the ground, but slowly looks up to Chess, “You’re my best friend. We’re always gonna be us no matter what, ok?” Chess holds out her arm with her half of their matching bracelets. Kate puts her own arm on top of Chess's so their bracelets align as they smile at each other and Kate backs away from the car.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Chess says as she pulls out of the driveway.

Kate just nods as she makes her way to her front door. She know no matter what Chess thinks right now, the truth is that they’ll grow apart. It happened when her oldest sister got married, when her older brother got a job overseas, and when Bridget went away to school. Why would this time be any different?

Kate forgets about her Eva situation as she gets ready for bed and attempts to read her book, but is too preoccupied mourning the loss of Chess even though it hasn’t happened yet. That is until she’s lying in the darkness and her phone lights up.