#Just picturing how they met as teeny babies
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accidental roommates | jjk (m)
✦ pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader
✦ genre/au's dilf!au, roommate!au, roommates to lovers, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, crack & teeny tiny sentimental angst
✦ summary moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace.
yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.
✦ word count 14.7k 🌚
✦ warnings second hand embarrassment | jungkook's abs | annoying antics | suppressed feelings | both of them are stubborn and petty (it's gets tiring lmfao) | mentions of past relationships | a lot of time stamps | sexual tension | ft. namjoon 👀 | !constant change of perspective between reader and jungkook
✦ sexual warnings fingering | oral (f. receiving) | semi-hand job? | grinding | riding | biting (like once) | teasing | protected sex!
✦ author's note oh my god.... can you believe i actually finished this shit? lmao no me neither. i have to thank my amazing co-writer's for this collab @kooktrash & @jeonjcngkook for being extremely helpful when i've been stuck with some scenes! along with my favorite person and hyung @gimmethatagustd who was there whenever i needed to plan some scenes and for reading out my entire outline. also, big thanks to my beta @pjiminbloomx who took her time in listening me rant about this for over a month. i love you jyad. <3333 and just overall every single one of you who have encouraged me about this. i can't believe it got this long BUT hey! it didn't get above 15k which was my maximum for this fic. enjoy this super cracky and long stupid fic with these two idiots. <3
this fic is a part of illicit desires collab! go read the other stories if you're hungry for more dilf jungkook ;)
For the first time since a week ago, you’re finally able to breathe for once. The sigh you let out is comforting and freeing. The awful ruckus of moving has caused you to roam on the streets with a lack of sleep, eye bags that can be caught from miles away and a groggy voice not daring to disappear from your vocals. A mess really. You know it, your ex-roommate Ash knows it too and even though she and her partner are at fault here, it was bound to happen.
You see, Ash had met Lucca through a mutual friend, the mutual friend being you and you were surprised at how well they complimented each other. The night they met was filled with nervous glances and flushed red cheeks due to the excitement. They both deserved each other. So, when they finally announced their relationship with you, you were more than thrilled. Although, after a year of them dating they had come to the conclusion of moving in together, which was a big step for their relationship and a step back for you, due to you ending back to square one and having to find an apartment yourself.
The image of Ash’s expression when she kindly asked you to move within the next month was imprinted in your mind. She didn’t want to kick you out this way, but it was an important and big step into her relationship with Lucca, and the decision needed to be made regardless. You didn’t really have a say in this. Firstly, the apartment was Ash’s and in the end, it is her decision on whom she wants to share it with.
It took you a week. A whole week to find the perfect place for you. The pictures sold the place nicely, the living room looking spacious and decorated firmly with stable furniture and you being desperate to find anything you called the owner. The conversation went great. He was very quick on letting you get the apartment, sending you a confirmation email the day after you had agreed to the deposit. You were doing it, and it felt great.
Although, your lack of sleep had been caused by the last-minute packing, having to clear out your room as quickly as possible. It was mostly because of Lucca themselves, having to move out of their sister’s loft, so the timing was indeed tight. But hey, everything turned out well even though you look like a Yeti who hasn’t been able to find a place to rest. It’s fine really, now you’ll be able to at least lie down before unpacking everything.
With a trembling hand, you manage to push the code in, the door opens and you’re just about to step in when you look up and find a shirtless man in your apartment. You don’t say anything, the both of you staring each other down for a quick second before you manage to close the door, convincing yourself you’re hallucinating.
It’s a thing, Ash told you countless times whenever you managed to withhold an all-nighter in your shared place. First, there’s being overtired where every ounce of energy left bounces like a little child on a trampoline, then there’s the lack of sleep eating you alive although your eyes fail you to shut, being used to staying open, which creates the last step: hallucinations.
Maybe it’s the lack of sex which made you paint a beautifully sculpted man with tattoos only in a towel in front of you. You’re praising your brain for creating such a lively picture that causes you to grin and shake your head before you decide to re-enter.
He’s there again. Your horny hallucination.
The hallucination takes a turn when he screams into your face. ‘’What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!’’ It’s then that you snap yourself back to reality, realizing this indeed is a real person and you’ve managed to scare the shit out of them. The only thing you find yourself doing is screaming back, which turns into violent screaming in unison and by now half of the neighborhood is probably writing a complaint to this very apartment.
‘’What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!’’ You find the courage to finally scream back and the man in front of your eyes squints in discomfort, shaking his head as he swallows your words.
‘’Y-your apartment?’’
You fold your arms, scoffing as your head turns towards the open kitchen. ‘’Yes. Mine.’’
He begins to laugh, his abs tensing along with the rhythm and you hate yourself for growing hot over his upper body.
‘’You’re funny.’’ He points at you and to prove yourself to him, you look for the confirmation email that proves you have the right to own this place.
‘’Here.’’ He steps closer, the scent of his shampoo infiltrating your nostrils and you notice a form of sweet yet musky scent. While you’re too busy trying to ignore the scent, the man in front of you has his full attention on your screen. He smacks his lips, his composure straightening along. ‘’There has to be some sort of mistake.’’
You hum in agreement. How wrong could this possibly go? The only solution that comes to mind like a wave, is to call the owner. You hold a finger up, pausing for whatever word is about to come out from the stranger in front of you while it starts to dial. It quickly gets interrupted, by a voice telling you the number doesn’t exist. You refuse to believe it, so you continue to call three to four times while the man crosses his arms, sighing out loud. It’s at that moment you notice the detailed and colored tattoos covering his arm in a sleeve.
“He’s… he’s not picking up.” The defeat drags itself at your feet. The proof you once had to own this apartment is gone, except the confirmation email but then again there must’ve been some mistake — a big one to say the least.
“Do you honestly believe that?” His tone indicates he’s irritated and the water droplets on his skin have almost dried out — the fact that you notice scares you more than the situation you’re currently met with.
“I mean, clearly, you’ve been scammed.” The words swallow you whole, your composure losing against you and your head drops with your heart. Of course, it was too good to be true, because again since when have you ever been lucky when you’re on your own?
“Fuck.”
It seems as if you’ve lost, but you’re not willing to give up just yet. You spent all of your savings on the deposit and the last thing you’ll do is ask your strict parents for money, which isn’t only super hard but exasperating as well.
‘’Well now that this whole problem is settled, get out.’’ The tone is harsh and you flinch, tears threatening to spill as you slowly walk to the entrance.
‘’Wait—’’ You hold your hands up, your feet freezing down on the tiled floor and the stranger’s expression turns into pure disgust yet confusion. You aren’t really sure, your mind is basically clouded reasons being your lack of sleep. Which currently isn’t helping the situation you’re currently standing in. If only you could snatch it like Margot Robbie snatches bags and watches in ‘Focus’. This reminds you, you should probably watch it again, it was really good and—
‘’Hello?!’’ The sound catches you off guard, your eyes roaming back onto the half-naked stranger whose name still stays unknown.
‘’Just. Please.’’ You’re fucking tired and this was the last thing that needed to be added onto your plate yet you’re still standing, except you’re hopeless and homeless.
‘’Please?! Get. Out.’’
You drop down to your knees, your tears falling freely and you plead.
‘’I have nowhere to go. My old roommate is finally starting a new life with her partner, my parents are fucking strict and are the last I’m calling for help. I’m basically fucking homeless and I just wanted to lay down in my apartment after moving out last minute and sleep.’’ You’re rambling all kinds of nonsense, throwing a whole scene in front of a guy who’s stepped out of the shower. You feel bad but you’re lost. You have nowhere to go.
‘’Seriously, I’m fucked. Help me out, just— just for six months and I’ll be out of your sight.’’ Your voice cracks, every limb that has managed to withhold your posture, collapsing all together into one. You’re done.
A deep sigh catches your attention, your glossy eyes looking up to see a semi-smile resting on the guy’s face. ‘’Six months.’’ He repeats as he traces his fingers on the patterned ink, decorating his arm.
‘’Fine. Just don’t make me regret this. I’m Jungkook by the way.’’ Finally, you discover the name of the pretty stranger.
‘’Thank you. Thank you so much.’’ You’re holding yourself back from hugging him, mostly because of his naked chest and the last thing you need is to feel warm skin on your own. Instead, you introduce yourself and he smiles awkwardly making you reconsider your awful ruckus from before. You basically admitted how fucked your life is at the moment, bringing along the strict parents into the mix and we all know, this won’t end well.
A sudden cry snatches every ounce of your attention, coming from one of the rooms. Has someone been here all this time?
‘’Shit. I think we might’ve woken her up.’’ Her. Great, you’re gonna live with a clingy couple, after having no mercy in showing you were checking him out — multiple times. This is going to be absolute hell.
All while you’re imagining the messy and mostly awkward encounters you’re going to face while living with a couple, you don’t notice Jungkook walking back out accompanied by a certain someone.
‘’A baby?!’’ Great. Not only are you going to live with a couple, but their newborn baby too.
‘’You sound… surprised.’’ He decides to sit down, the baby’s head resting on his bare and tatted shoulder, doe-eyed and mouth agape.
‘’Where’s… where’s your girlfriend?’’ Shit. Are you even listening to yourself? You met this guy not even an hour ago and you’re already invading his private life with intense questions.
‘’Don’t have one. It’s just me and So-ah here.’’ He taps her back, a few burps escaping her as you stay quiet.
The scenery in front of you causes a faint smile to appear on the brim of your lips. If you weren’t determined to own the apartment yourself, you’d let every ounce of you swoon over how careful Jungkook is with his daughter.
Jungkook takes a hold of her, changing positions as she faces him, her eyes as big as his. It’s crazy how alike they look.
Your heart melts into a thick puddle when Jungkook rubs his nose against So-ah’s, a soft giggle sounding like a lullaby escaping her right after.
‘’Oh my god.’’ Jungkook’s mouth drops and before confusion seeps through you he continues. ‘’So-ah you just laughed for the first time.’’ Fuck. You’re so screwed.
‘’She’s adorable.’’ You smile fondly, Jungkook breaking eye contact with his daughter at your comment.
His eyebrows frown, clearing his throat as he shifts in his seat. ‘’Thanks.’’
Okay, there were exactly two things that fumed you over his flat-toned answer. One was that he was still a complete stranger and you’ve always felt somewhat threatened and uncomfortable when people you didn’t know made or said anything that clicked an icky feeling at the pit of your stomach, which quickly turns to irritation. Because here you are being fucking nice and you get this in return? What a fucking asshole. Second, it’s probably an ego thing, thinking he’s hot enough to get away with being quite literally rude. If it weren’t for his sudden act of rudeness towards your very tired Yeti-looking state you might actually grow fond of him, but that is all forgotten now.
You’re getting that fucking apartment.
Working as a kindergarten teacher meant a lot of things. Patience, energy, and consistency. For you to reach there before showing up at work, you’ll need to fuel your body with a smoothie.
The clock hasn’t even turned six when you push the mixer’s button, a loud noise erupts in the quiet apartment. Did you do this on purpose knowing Jungkook isn’t starting work yet? Maybe. Did he notice, is fucking angry and walking up to you at this moment? Very much so.
‘’Seriously? What the fuck?!’’ The shouting from your roommate pleases your early morning state and you force an annoying smile as you greet him with a cheerful good morning.
‘’It’s for work!’’ You push the button for a little longer, his eyes rolling back when So-ah starts crying in the room next to you. The daughter does make you feel an ounce of regret but that’s mostly because you love babies and she’s made a good impression on you already.
Jungkook groans in frustration, his grumpy state returning back to his daughter to soothe her while you hurriedly get to work. Your colleague is probably already there, having a different schedule than you.
Traffic isn’t terrible and you’ve caught onto the lost sleep that vanished during your moving week. As you reach work, Taehyung waves excitedly to you from the entrance, while holding a cup of coffee.
‘’You look awfully happy.’’ Taehyung remarks when you walk past him and inside, re-adjusting a few things before parents begin to arrive with their sunshine of kids.
‘’I am.’’ Your mood definitely has something to do with nailing to piss Jungkook off early in the morning. That’s what he gets for being a complete ass after you’ve embarrassed yourself multiple times and just trying to be kind.
‘’Care to tell me?’’ Taehyung moves his eyebrows, suggesting you got lucky and you quickly shut down the idea, shaking your head no along with you explaining it was an early win for you.
‘’I basically pissed off my roommate this morning. He’s an asshole so he deserved it.’’ You shrug your shoulders, Taehyung following behind you as you both make the place ready, the clock ticking loudly behind you.
‘’Roommate? I thought you had the place all to yourself?’’ Taehyung hadn’t gotten any updates from you since your stressful week, so it made sense for him to be completely lost when you mention Jungkook in the context of your cheerful mood this morning.
‘’I got scammed. But I’m not surprised. I’ve carried bad luck all my life and I blame it on my strict parents.’’ You joke, Taehyung chuckling nervously unsure rather you’re completely kidding or deadly serious. It’s hard to tell.
‘’Scammed, meaning the apartment you thought you had was already occupied?’’ Taehyung has lived in the city all his life, and he has been familiar with the scammers roaming in between others, and cheating the system who carries a blind eye.
‘’Exactly, and here I was thinking shit like that only happens in the movies.’’ You scoff at the ridiculousness of the overall situation. How come you ended here? Not only with a scam, but a buff tatted guy and his baby daughter? Truly fucking wild.
‘’Oh babe, you’d be surprised. So who’s the roommate? An old lady?’’ Taehyung jokes once again, the sounds of chairs clinging against each other roaming in the air, the both of you settling in the common room ready for the children.
‘’I wouldn’t exactly say an old lady…’’ Taehyung’s interest quirks an ounce higher, his movements stopping to a halt, waiting for you to spill.
‘’His name is Jungkook and he has a baby daughter named So-ah.’’ Taehyung’s face drops, eyes wide as his mouth hangs wide because clearly, no old lady is named Jungkook.
‘’If you tell me right now he’s hot, I’m gonna think you’re living out everyone’s fantasy.’’ Taehyung holds up his pointy finger, eyebrow intact with his overall movement and you cringe because you really don’t want to admit Jungkook is hot — even though you ogled his abs for a good 20 minutes the first time you met him.
‘’He’s—’’ You try to form words, your mind flashing images of Jungkook with wet hair, droplets of water covering his abs that tensed whenever he chuckled at your ridiculousness the day you got scammed.
‘’Oh my god… You’re living with a DILF.’’ The term Taehyung uses makes you wheeze, losing composure as you move your body along with the laughter that escapes you.
Taehyung doesn’t get more of a word before the first pair of parents walk in, hand in hand with their child. The day has just begun.
Meanwhile, Jungkook is currently taking care of So-ah. She hasn’t stopped crying since you decided to be annoying and flush down the good morning that Jungkook had anticipated. Maybe he should kick you out because right now his left ear hasn’t stopped ringing while his daughter’s face is almost pure red due to her countless cries.
‘’So-ah, please.’’ Jungkook places her down on his chest, her face rubbing on it, wetting it along, the discomforting sound continuing. Jungkook feels lost and he wants to revenge himself on you because you’re probably dancing at work while he’s here, with dark eye bags and a crying baby under his arm.
Sometimes it makes him wonder if it would be different if So-ah’s mother were still around. Maybe she wouldn’t cry as much. A mother’s touch is important for babies at her age and Jungkook feels guilty. In reality, he just wants So-ah to be okay, to feel understood, and frankly, at the moment understanding her is difficult. He continues to pat her back, rocking her back and forth in his gaming chair, set up by the computer that has an awaiting meeting for him in two hours. He can do this, he’ll just freshen up as soon as she goes back to sleep.
The day spins around faster than possible, the sun already setting behind the building in an orange glow and Taehyung is currently wiping down the mess that was left on the tables since lunch.
‘’So, regarding your dilf, is he single?’’ You’re close to spilling the scene where you asked Jungkook where his partner was only to get a no, which only made you more curious than before. It isn’t likely for you in the span of living to have met a single father. In most cases it’s single mothers, so to say you were surprised was an understatement.
‘’He— Yes, apparently he is.’’ You’re uncertain and Taehyung casually nods at the response, making you reconsider if you’re even allowed to be curious regarding Jungkook’s living situation.
‘’Well, this is the start of a beautiful love story.’’ You stick your tongue out in offense to Taehyung’s joke, while he cracks himself up, his boxy smile on display as well.
‘’You’re the worst.’’ He trails right behind you, as you close down the place and leave it behind for tomorrow.
‘’Right, but if anyone were to ask you’d still point at me for being the best colleague you’ve had.’’ He’s not entirely wrong and you get to prove it to him by remaining silent.
After you and Taehyung part ways, you hurry home in desperation to see if the grumpy expression is still remaining on Jungkook’s face from this morning. To your surprise, it isn’t. You find Jungkook sprawled on the couch, his chest exposed and his baby daughter laying on top of him, both of them breathing in sync.
If Jeon Jungkook didn’t open his mouth from time to time you’d start to like him, because seeing him sleep in complete silence makes him seem… not so bad as you had thought. But then again he was rude even though he certainly helped you out after your scam episode.
You decide to make dinner, leaving the both of them to rest while listening to soothing jazz music. Somehow with time passing by and the smell filtering through the apartment as it cooks, Jungkook stirs awake, So-ah along with him. He manages to push himself upwards, holding onto So-ah and finds you swaying as you cook in the open kitchen.
Memories cloud Jungkook’s mind back when he was still with—
‘’Oh! You’re awake.’’ You had felt a pair of eyes boring at your back, so when you turn to see Jungkook spacing out you make yourself noticeable.
‘’Yeah, smells great by the way.’’ It’s then Jungkook realizes he’s yet to wear a shirt and it’s become an accidental habit of being shirtless in front of you. The last thing he wants is for you to get the wrong signal.
‘’Thank you.’’ You take the compliment lightly, letting it pass by your head so your focus remains on the main goal; having Jungkook willingly move out.
Jungkook is completely oblivious to your plan, although it would make sense if he slowly started to catch on to your smoothie early morning surprise. But for now, you’re hungry and there’s still a good five months left before you leave each other’s sight.
The dinner turns out successful, So-ah doesn’t cry once and both you and Jungkook groan afterward, bloated from overeating. He thanks you before returning back to his room, leaving you to do all the dishes.
Great.
Living with Jungkook had run smoothly, your hopes in gaining the apartment fading the more time went by with him being extremely kind. It hadn’t offended you but you were certain he was rude and didn’t like you. But an early Monday morning, Jungkook proved to you exactly how much that apartment means to you.
You hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep that night, the walls a lot thinner than you had anticipated and So-ah had cried most of the night, not only waking her dad but you as well. Babies are wonderful creatures, but at night it surely paints a different motive than the one you’re being met with during the day.
Blaming Jungkook for your lack of sleep would be rude on your part, so you accept it by making a cup of coffee early morning. It was the next best solution and as you’re sitting on the counter, waiting for the water to boil, Jungkook walks in dressed in black joggers and a white t-shirt.
‘’Morning.’’ You’re holding back from laughing at how alike the both of you look. So-ah really destroyed you for the better. Jungkook joins in on the coffee solution, making his mug ready right next to you in silence.
When the water is ready, you jump down, pouring the warm water after adding a few teaspoons of instant coffee. Jungkook follows you right after, stirring it with his spoon. As you walk towards the refrigerator, Jungkook is quicker than you, pulling the milk out and pouring it into his mug.
‘’Could you pass me the milk?’’ Jungkook grins at your question and it’s then you notice he’s poured the remaining drops, leaving no milk for you. Fucking marvelous.
‘’Better luck next time.’’ He winks at you, slowly walking back to his room as you flick him off without him noticing.
Yeah, you definitely spoke too soon when you even let yourself think Jungkook might be a nice guy. He’s not and he just started a war.
Taehyung notices how different your state is today, the flatlined smile throwing him off guard. Being the good colleague that he is, he makes you sit down as he prepares everything.
‘’I’m not doing this for free, spill.’’ You groan out of tiredness and anger, holding your face that can barely keep up with everything around you.
‘’Fucking… Jungkook.’’ You squint your eyes, already plotting how you’ll manage to rip every part of him apart. Taehyung would lie if he admitted that you in your current state isn’t scaring the shit out of him.
‘’I was beginning to think he was remotely nice, until this morning.’’ Taehyung hums along, uncertain where exactly you’re heading with this conversation. It’s something Taehyung has learned about you in the past years you’ve worked alongside, your conversations always turn in a different direction no matter how precisely you start them.
‘’Taehyung, would you get pissed if someone took the rest of the milk when you’ve already prepared a cup of coffee?’’
‘’He didn’t—’’
Everything makes sense for Taehyung. Jungkook has practically started a war with you because one thing everyone should know when it comes to you is to never mess with your morning coffee. Specifically when you desperately need one.
‘’He surely fucking did.’’ You scoff out of disbelief. ‘’He even laughed when he emptied it.’’ The images flash through your brain once more, a betrayal that has caused a lot of damage to your already ruined morning state due to So-ah.
‘’Go make yourself some coffee, don’t let him get to your head for now. It’s not worth it.’’ Taehyung was right, it would stupid to hold milk accountable for Jungkook and your reasons for despising him. Hopefully, it was a mistake and you’ll return home with a better state of mind, Jungkook leaving you rather at peace.
You follow Taehyung’s instructions, walking inside the semi-small kitchen for staff, and begin making your fuel for the day.
Work turns out easier after you get coffee in your system, Taehyung takes most of the tasks throughout the day to ease down any forms of headaches that might come along due to your lack of sleep. Small moments and gestures like these, remind you how truly lucky you are to have a colleague like Taehyung. He has never made things more difficult, always managing to make everything easy and simple.
As soon as the clock strikes, parents fill up the entrance awaiting their children who are too busy playing outside, enjoying their free time. The sun has already moved down further, creating a beautiful sunset, whose golden rays move along the filled playground that’s messy due to every toy in sight being used throughout the day. The parents were kind enough to teach their kids to always clean up after themselves, leaving the entrance the remaining spot to clean. When you’re about to reach for a broom, Taehyung catches it before you.
‘’Go home. I got this.’’ His voice is stern as if he already knows you’re about to plead to do it yourself.
You let out a sigh, thanking him as many times as you can in the span of you dressing yourself up to go outside. Taehyung brushes you off, a semi-smile resting nicely on his framed face.
The apartment is empty, silent, and dark when you enter. You wonder where Jungkook must’ve gone, the sky from outside already an ounce darker than when you stepped out from work. You’re not too worried, your petty self still being remotely annoyed with the morning incident.
When you walk past the living room, you feel yourself crash down and watching a movie. It’s much needed after today and maybe it’ll slowly lull you to sleep. Since you were little, sleeping at night had always been a difficulty so a distraction in the background could likely push you towards the sleep you’ve been craving.
You settle on watching a crime film that piques your interest on Netflix. You’ve managed to add a bit more lighting inside the apartment, a few lamps surrounding the couch.
The plot starts to reveal itself, leaving you speechless as you bite down on the blanket, eyes fully open, trailing along whenever someone moves on screen. You’re just about to catch a big lead to why the certain murder occurred when Jungkook walks in with So-ah drinking from a bottle.
‘’Oh, hey.’’ You quickly say before averting your attention back on the screen. Jungkook squints his eyes, having trouble seeing the big screen but as soon as he catches on, he tsks.
‘’Wait— Isn’t that the film where the protagonist is actually the killer?’’ The moment Jungkook speaks, a clue leads to having the protagonist on the list of who might’ve done it and now Jeon Jungkook just asked for a ticket to hell.
‘’Are you fucking kidding me?!’’ You exclaim loudly, throwing both hands and arms in the air, frustration seeping through every vein coursing through your body. You’re seeing absolute red.
‘’Oh shit, my bad.’’ You aren’t even glancing towards him, but you can hear the shit eating grin he’s trying to suppress. You close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, remembering Taehyung’s words from earlier. It’s not worth it. He’s right, it truly isn’t and you’re being weak by letting small annoying things set you off like a grenade.
You’re not letting him win. Things have only just begun.
Returning the favor with annoying gestures had only turned the next two months into a living hell. The apartment went from walking on a dream to walking on eggshells. It had started with a minor mistake in the early morning with the dreadful lack of sleep and constant bickering. Your dreams of owning the apartment slowly crashing as you’ve been looking for new apartments, wanting to get furthest away from Jeon Jungkook and his annoying behavior.
If it weren’t for Taehyung you would’ve handled the situation differently, but Taehyung has always assured you to stand your ground and not let him get to you. Jungkook has already been kind enough for you to stay, so to make it easier, it’d be best not to mess it up by revenging yourself. But you badly wanted to. Just once. To see Jungkook’s face twist to annoyance in a mere second, while you try your best not to sing happily right after.
Although, the only thing keeping both you and Jungkook on the ground from ripping one's hair out, was So-ah. Her magical baby powers overrule the both of you, and her eyes are wide and full of hope for what’s to come.
When you had first moved in, Jungkook wasn’t exactly fond of you being near his daughter but with time and his suddenly busy schedule, he had you keep an eye out for So-ah who was distracting him too much with her cuteness. So-ah quickly loved your company, your small jokes, and countless attempts in making her giggle. Jungkook couldn’t keep you two away from one another, so he accepted it.
The weekend had finally rolled around and after a week of none other than small bickering and disagreements between you and Jungkook, you were finally at ease in your bedroom. The discussions between you were ridiculous — Taehyung’s words not yours. It could go from a minor detail, like the temperature in the apartment to a full-on debate on whether the film he wants to watch is better than your own choice.
As you’re laying in your bed, you look up at the painted dark blue ceiling, your curtains open, accepting the outside light to shine in. You’ve always loved the natural darkness and how it covers every room differently than if everything is covered, turning to full darkness. You turn constantly, your mind being more awake than you had anticipated. It humors you that you always feel exhausted after speaking with Jungkook, yet here you are alone full of energy.
Tossing and turning continue for what feels like an hour and you decide to give up. Rather than reading a book, you walk out to grab a glass of water, your throat feeling a bit dry. You figure Jungkook isn’t awake at three in the morning, which explains why you don’t put on pants, walking out in nothing but a satin white t-shirt, with black lace underwear.
Even though you don’t like Jungkook, you still show respect to him and his daughter by carefully walking to the kitchen to not make any sounds. The living room has the same light as your bedroom and as you’re about to turn, you bump into Jungkook. His skin feels warm, but you quickly pull away and Jungkook blinks at you with tired eyes.
‘’M’ sorry.’’ His voice is deep, groggy even and you collect the dots that Jeon Jungkook just woke up.
‘’All good.’’
Thankfully, Jungkook is too busy going to the bathroom to notice your sleeping attire that exposes half of your body. You sigh in relief, accidentally catching a glimpse of Jungkook’s ass, being hugged by his boxers as he walks further away from you.
You shake your head, ignoring what your eyes caught onto, focusing solemnly on getting water as planned.
You’re about to drink your last cup when Jungkook walks past you once again. You’re not in the mood to talk to him, so you chug your water wanting to leave the kitchen as quickly as possible. It doesn’t exactly go as planned, the water trickling by the corners of your lips, further down your shirt.
‘’Fuck.’’ You groan, realizing how much you’ve accidentally spilled. The fabric clings onto your breasts and as you’re about to pull on it, you catch Jungkook turning his head quickly from your direction. The action doesn’t throw itself in your head, instead, you become annoyed.
‘’What?’’ Why is he still standing here? Shouldn’t he already be back in his room by now?
‘’J-just grabbing some water.’’ Jungkook mumbles, his voice becoming an ounce lower and somehow it catches your attention that he sounds nervous?
‘’Be my guest.’’ You move further away, trying to cover your lower half who’s exposing too much to your roommate who has managed to piss you off for two months straight with absolutely no reason.
Jungkook keeps his eyes on the sink, although you throw a glance at him and you really wish you hadn’t. His arms are flexing as they hold onto the counter, and the prominent veins and lines of his definite muscles are showcased. You begin to notice each small detail of his tattoos that have managed to flow into one big art piece on his arm.
You’ve been too annoyed with Jungkook to notice the minor details of him. His Adam's apple bops in the rhythm of the gulps he takes, almost inhaling the water quickly. Somehow your body reacts quicker than your mind, shivers coursing through your body the longer you stand and watch Jungkook. The staring gets cut off when Jungkook places the empty cup down on the counter.
He throws a glance your way, your skin already feeling hot by the close space. ‘’Well, goodnight.’’ Jungkook walks past you, your faces inches apart for a split second before he’s gone from your sight.
When you lay back down in your bed, your heart is beating incredibly fast and your body doesn’t stop growing hotter. What is wrong with you? This is Jungkook. As in your roommate, who’s made it his life’s mission in pissing you off and almost made you explode like a grenade for the whole world to see and the neighborhood to hear.
All while you’re wondering why exactly your brain feels fuzzy, Jungkook is freaking out in his room. His dick has managed to betray him. He blames it on his lack of hookups, but deep down he knows it was because of you. His mind had fogged for a minute when he caught a glimpse of what was hiding underneath your t-shirt, but as soon as the water dripped down he didn’t even have to try and guess. He’s angry and frustrated at himself and if it were possible to have a one-on-one fight with his dick, he would’ve. His body had only betrayed him and that made him certain that he had to stay far away from you.
Although, whenever Jungkook closed his eyes he could see your naked thighs, and the black lace seeping through the material of your shirt. He could see the water dripping down your neck, rolling further down your chest and creating a wet patch on your—
This has to stop. Jungkook begins to think of everything that turns him off until his state finally gives in, letting him sleep.
It takes longer for you. Your mind has always loved to play tricks, letting you imagine the what if’s of every situation you’re met with. They’re simple at first, only showcasing what you had seen earlier when your eyes didn’t stop studying every minor detail on Jungkook. But then they turn an ounce wilder. You’re tracing your fingers on the ink, while his arm is holding onto your waist, keeping you close and letting you feel his warm breath against your cheek.
Fuck.
Do you… do you want Jungkook?
Taehyung notices it the moment you step into work, how quiet you are, not daring to meet his eyes when he cheerfully greets you. Something happened and you’re not exactly proud of it.
‘’So, am I gonna have to ask or are you going to tell me what happened?’’ Your eyes pop open, gulping down as you mumble out a weak ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ and quickly move on with your tasks for the day.
Taehyung isn't letting that slide so easily and sooner or later he’ll either find out for himself or you’ll tell him out of panic.
It takes Kim Taehyung exactly four hours to know exactly what has been bothering you and just as you’re about to leave the kindergarten, he decides to bring it up.
‘’You want to fuck him.’’ You stop in your tracks.
Okay, now is the time to use your fifth grade theater skills and act as if Taehyung didn’t speak your thoughts out in the open.
‘’Fuck Jungkook? As in Jeon Jungkook, my annoying roommate who’s made my living situation a living hell the last two months? Oh please.’’
‘’Y/N, you know that doesn’t work on me.’’ You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes.
‘’Fine, fine!’’ You throw your hands in the air, giving up and Taehyung just shakes his head over your dramatic antics.
‘’I thought you, ‘hated his guts’.’’ Taehyung quotes you from the past hundred conversations you’ve had regarding your roommate and the new banter you’ve yet shared before you left for work.
‘’I still do! This will fade, do not worry.’’ Not only are you trying to convince Taehyung, but yourself as well.
Taehyung doesn’t argue with you. You have enough on your plate already and he knows you’re very much conscious of the mess you’ve brought upon yourself.
When you leave work and Taehyung, your phone starts to ring in your pocket and you’re thrilled to see Ash’s name displayed.
‘’Hi!’’ Your friend cheerfully greets you and the conversations immediately flows. She tells you how amazing it’s been living with Lucca and how they’re currently making her favorite dish.
‘’That’s great babe.’’ When she’s about to ask you how your new apartment is, Lucca cuts her off, talking on the phone instead.
‘’Y/N, come over! We have your favorite wine.’’ The offer tempts and you agree, taking transportation towards your old apartment. It doesn’t even faze you to text Jungkook that you’ll come home a bit later, too excited to see your friends again after so long.
Jungkook has just finished changing So-ah’s diaper, when he realizes it’s dark outside and you haven’t come home yet. Just as he begins to worry, he scolds himself internally for worrying about you as if he even cares about you in the first place. You’re doing fine without him. Right?
So-ah grabs Jungkook’s attention when she manages to roll over for the first time and Jungkook cheers her on, grabbing her face to give her kisses everywhere, her small arms flapping excitedly.
‘’Wait, you have a roommate?’’ Lucca asks, as they pour a glass of wine in your almost empty glass. You find yourself sighing whenever Jungkook is mentioned and you quickly see the images of his body against the natural darkness in the kitchen.
‘’Yes, two actually.’’
You spend the following thirty minutes explaining your scam situation, Jungkook and his baby daughter now being your roommates for the next six months. You mention your irritation towards Jungkook due to his annoying antics, and the kitchen encounter.
‘’Woah.’’ Ash’s mouth has gone dry from keeping it open for a while, and Lucca doesn’t hesitate to drink up the rest of the wine in their glass.
The situation is indeed complicated and overwhelming and you chug along with Lucca on the wine while Ash starts coughing.
‘’But listen, just because I’ve thought about it doesn’t mean I would.’’ Excuses, that’s all you can bring to the table and Ash rolls her eyes at your ridiculousness.
‘’Are you fucking kidding me? You haven’t had sex for almost a year. Babe, sorry but you’re gonna cave.’’
Your mouth drops in offense and you turn to get Lucca on your side, but they stay quiet which indicates they agree with every word.
‘’S-seriously? You’re gonna pick Ash’s side over mine?’’ You point at your ex-roommate who smirks, knowing she’s won.
‘’Y/N, you need a distraction.’’ Ash speaks first, holding onto both of your hands for comfort because she’s worried, you can see it in her eyes that slightly crinkle when she speaks.
‘’A distraction?’’
‘’Yes, someone who isn’t Jungkook.’’ Lucca winces at the idea, watching Ash explain an idea that’s nothing but awful and stupid.
‘’Um, maybe this isn’t—’’ Lucca tries to butt in, but Ash is stubborn.
‘’Nonsense. Isn’t your friend Han-bin still single?’’
‘’Well, yes but—’’
‘’Perfect. Y/N, you should go on a date with Han-bin. Not only is he a very sweet guy, but he’s an excellent cook.’’ Ash tries her best to sell Han-bin as best as possible for you, and at this point you’re desperate to try anything. Anything to get Jungkook and his beautiful body out of your mind.
‘’Okay, you can give him my number.’’ Lucca is about to throw a fight with Ash, but you’ve already agreed so there’s no point.
‘’You’re not going to regret this babe.’’ Ash convinces you but deep down your gut feeling shifts uncomfortably at the idea.
Two and a half weeks. That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint.
As you walk towards the exit, Jungkook notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this… this is too classy, just not you.
‘’Going somewhere?’’ You turn your head, Jungkook watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his legs, holding onto her dad’s pinky.
‘’Actually, yes I am.’’ You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. The bag whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire.
‘’But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later yeah?’’ Jungkook tries not to react to the word date, but his jaw clenched as he tries to force out a fake smile.
‘’Good for you.’’ Jungkook expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah.
‘’Bye, pretty.’’ You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jungkook’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jungkook’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, he thinks he might faint.
You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jungkook can’t stop thinking about you. His mind constantly brings back the small kitchen encounter and how both your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room.
He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date and having a wonderful time.
‘’So, then my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!’’ Han-bin explains jokingly and you’ve lost track of the many gross experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that and not Jungkook.
Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jungkook has never once pointed out something great about you. Wait, why are you even thinking about Jungkook?
There’s only one solution for Jungkook to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that.
So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jungkook gets to take someone home. Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the weekend. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jungkook to laugh before his sister has to hang up, because her husband is messing up everything in the kitchen.
The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences…
‘’Want me to walk you home?’’ Han-bin suggests.
You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for.
‘’I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.’’
It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. So, you play quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound.
You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jungkook’s name is being moaned loudly and your body freezes in place. You’re stuck. Although, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you.
Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable… you’re just stuck with no words.
As you finally lay down, you squish your third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds and somehow — weirdly — the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jungkook out of your head.
Step one to get Jeon Jungkook out of your head, find a clubbing partner.
‘’Taehyung, shut up you haven’t done anything else than complain about the lack of sex you’ve been experiencing lately.’’ You reason, as you look through your closet for eye-catching clothes that surely will get you laid.
‘’Fuck you, you always know what to say to get me to agree.’’ With a groan Taehyung finally says the magic word, telling you he’ll see you later. This was easier than you had expected.
Step two to get Jeon Jungkook out of your head, find a club loaded with hot people.
Thankfully, Taehyung knows his way around town and the club he’s picked out is perfect. As soon as you both step in, the neon lights catch you off guard along with the hard base and the moving dance floor.
Going out with Taehyung is fun, until he’s shoving his tongue down a guy’s throat. Apparently they met by the bar, and Taehyung being the flirt, persuaded the stranger easily.
Sipping on your straw, you keep your eyes on a lookout for a potential hookup. Most are occupied, either sexting someone or having someone close by. The bartender in front of you notices the wearing frown that covers your beautiful face.
‘’You okay?’’ The unrecognizable voice catches you off guard and when you set eye on the bartender, your mouth tries not to drop.
The bartender is wearing a tight black t-shirt, showcasing his pecs and built shoulders. His hair is long, pulled behind a snapback. He looks at you with a worried expression, holding onto the counter.
‘’I’m okay.’’ You force a smile.
‘’Come on, I can tell something is bothering you. I’m all ears.’’
The offer is kind and just as you’re about to say no, the bartender continues.
‘’Listen, I couldn’t help but notice your friend making out with that guy for the past thirty minutes.’’ You turn around, Taehyung is still going at it and you roll your eyes over your colleague being better than you at getting some.
‘’Yeah, he’s got more luck than myself.’’ You sigh, folding your arms over the counter and the bartender cracks a laugh.
‘’Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get lucky.’’ He winks and your body grows hot.
‘’I’m giving it an hour, or else I’m leaving.’’ You crack, and the bartender raises his eyebrows.
You watch as the bartender walks to the far side of the bar and comes out front to stand right in front of you. He towers over you and you have to lift your head to look into his eyes, watching as they darken. One of his hands snakes around to the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. Your chest is flushed against his own and now you can really feel the hardness of his pecs and your mouth waters. He places his other hand around to the side of your neck, lowering himself closer to your face. His lips ghost your ear, the skin making the slightest contact as he speaks.
"You don't need an hour."
A shiver rakes through your body at the proposition.
"I don't even know your name," you say with a hint of a giggle laced in your tone.
"The name's Namjoon.’’ You nod, tracing your finger on his broad shoulder while his eyes continue to explore every inch of you.
‘’Y/N.’’
His grip tightens on you, and before you get a chance to speak Namjoon beats you to it.
‘’Wanna get out of here?’’
It takes nothing more than for you to drag Namjoon home with you, leaving Taehyung and his hookup behind.
Namjoon is bold that you’re completely blown away by his confidence. He’s managed to make you wet before even reaching your apartment. His words only build up the intensity of the situation and when you finally reach the front door, you look back, Namjoon biting on his lip as he patiently waits.
When the code is pushed in, you grab Namjoon by the collar of his bomber jacket, until you reach your room.
Namjoon doesn’t waste another minute, grabbing you once again by the waist to connect your lips in a needy and passionate kiss. It’s full of tongue, along with lip bites. You whine against them when the tip of his tongue coats your bottom lip as he mischievously smirks.
Your hands tug on his neck, pulling him as close as you can, all while his hands slip under your shirt and roam on your naked back. His hands are slightly cold, sending a shiver. With enough pulling on each other’s clothes in desperation, Namjoon is the first to pull away trying to catch his breath.
‘’Take off your shirt.’’ You don’t hesitate to obey, tugging on your top in a hurry before it lands on your bedroom floor.
Jungkook had just finished a last minute task at work, realizing he had enough time for a game of Overwatch. He’s focused on aiming, the mouse moving at a speed, along with the clicks on his keyboard. Just as he’s about to reach a win, he hears the front door lock.
He removes his headset, in doubt if he should walk out and greet you, ask you about your night with Taehyung or stay and play stubborn. The decision gets made for him, when he hears an unfamiliar voice coming from your room.
Wait.
Namjoon hovers over you, his hands wandering over your upper body, not missing one inch. His warm breath almost swallows you whole as you slowly spread your legs further beneath him.
He catches the signal quickly, moving more downwards, letting his mouth trail wildly on your naked skin. He nips at it softly, before replacing it with a wet kiss.
As he’s reached further down, Namjoon locks eyes with you, supporting both hands on your waist.
‘’Can I eat you out?’’
When Jungkook hears the first moan from your room, he feels instant irritation. In reality, it’s not anything he can actually get mad about, when not even twenty four hours ago, he was knees deep in a stranger. But something ticks in Jungkook when he hears how someone else is making you moan like that.
‘’Ah— Fuck!’’ Your grip tightens on Namjoon’s long dark hair, his tongue rolling over your clit in circles.
Namjoon is making sure you feel every inch of pleasure, taking his time with his mouth and fingers. You’ve forgotten how great it feels, and Namjoon was definitely the right guy to bring home.
His mouth pushes further against your core, lapping his tongue wherever it can reach and your legs begin to shake under his touch. It’s been a while for you, so your body doesn’t hold you back any further from the reaching orgasm, coming from beneath you.
Jungkook has blocked out the sounds from your room with his headphones. The sounds from Overwatch are helping him hear only the gunshots and effects the game carries, yet the sounds don’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy. He doesn’t want to admit it, too stubborn to do so. But the thought of someone making you come this second, settles itself as an uncomfortable pit in his stomach and he grabs his mouse more aggressively, frustration coursing through his veins.
What are you doing to him?
Time passes quickly, both you and Jungkook distancing each other from one another. You barely throw a glance at one another. For example, yesterday when Jungkook passed by the living room, you were sitting in silence as New Girl rolled in the background. He knows you could hear him passing, but you didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. Jungkook wishes deep down that the action didn’t hurt him, but somehow it did and now he can’t be around you for his own well being.
Which results in one month of barely any contact.
Although, it changes the day Jungkook has to go to a meeting. His boss was okay with him bringing So-ah, as Ji-eun didn’t have time to pick her up for a few hours — and he surely didn’t want to ask you.
So-ah behaves, zero disturbance caused to the meeting and Jungkook lets her hold his pinky while his boss throws in the plan for the upcoming year.
When the meeting ends, Jungkook gets a lot of praise from his boss which flusters him as he leaves the building.
‘’Ready to go home So-ah?’’ She responds with her mouth doing all kinds of noises. She’s slowly growing more, and Jungkook is touched of how beautiful his daughter is becoming with each passing day.
Going home doesn’t go as planned. You see, Jungkook had always worked from home, due to his job consisting of mostly online work. So he barely leaves the apartment except for grocery shopping or to meet Jimin. Which is the reason behind his big mistake; forgetting his keys.
It was a new system. The code for opening doors had been dropped after scam episodes had increased. Last month the whole residency got new locks along with a pair of keys.
Jungkook hates himself, because now there’s only one solution and he really doesn’t want to go there.
When he pulls up by the kindergarten, Jungkook mentally prays the interaction won’t be awkward. Not that it hasn’t been awkward the last month, but this is different. He’s about to enter your workplace for a goddamn key, because his ass rushed out the apartment instead of being smart and double checking that he had everything before leaving in a hurry.
You’re gonna hate him for this. He can already imagine the slight frown you’ll have, trying your best not to scold him harshly.
It’s empty when Jungkook walks in, So-ah sitting comfortably in the infant car seat, which Jungkook holds onto tightly.
‘’Hello?’’ He calls out, the hallway completely deserted. That’s until a man peaks his head out, raising both brows.
‘’Hi, can I help you?’’ He walks towards him, drying his hands in what seems to be a cloth.
‘’Hi, yes. I’m looking for Y/N.’’
The man in front of him drops his mouth before it turns to a boxy grin.
‘’Oh my god. Are you Jungkook?’’ The face Jungkook makes, proves the man’s assumption.
‘’Taehyung? Could you help me with— Jungkook?’’ He turns to see you, your brows in a frown as he suspected.
‘’Oh, you’re Taehyung?’’ Jungkook completely ignores your confused state, too excited to meet the Kim Taehyung that his roommate is very fond of.
‘’An honor.’’ Taehyung bows comically, and Jungkook cracks a laugh from the action. Just as Taehyung is about to crouch down to greet So-ah, you step further, meeting Jungkook eye to eye.
‘’Jungkook? What are you doing here?’’ You ask.
Taehyung ignores your question, greeting So-ah gently as Jungkook explains to you the situation. He tries to make himself sound less stupid than he was in the situation, but you don’t seem to buy it.
You sigh, crossing your arms. ‘’How do you even forget a key?’’ Great, you’re starting a fight.
‘’It just happened, now can I borrow yours so I can get home?’’ Jungkook’s tone is a bit snappy, and you notice, quickly fuming on the inside.
Taehyung notices the tension, sending a glance to So-ah that screams ‘am I seeing this too?’ So-ah starts laughing and Taehyung knows internally that she agrees with him. He loves her already.
‘’Fine, just— Don’t let this happen again.’’ You say sternly, before walking away to grab your keys.
‘’Trust me, it won’t.’’ Jungkook rolls his eyes when your back turns.
You aggressively shove the keys in Jungkook’s hand, Taehyung still having a conversation with So-ah throwing funny glances, but neither you nor Jungkook notice, too busy staring each other down.
‘’Great.’’
‘’Great!’’ Jungkook responds more aggressively, saying a calm goodbye to Taehyung who excitedly waves to So-ah. And then he’s out of there faster than lighting.
‘’Jesus, what crawled up your asses?’’ Taehyung asks, scoffing in disbelief.
‘’Nothing. Now come help me with the outdoor tables.’’
He doesn’t ask any further, seeing you really don’t want to talk about it this moment.
Jungkook has already started to cook when you ring the doorbell. He opens, greeting you with the expression he left you with at work.
You return the same energy, not speaking to him as you remove your coat.
You’re about to walk into your bedroom, to avoid Jungkook when So-ah catches your attention in the living room, rolling around on her own and chewing on a toy. She’s too cute to ignore, so you decide to join her, sitting beside her as you squish her cheeks in a playful manner.
‘’Look at you, you’ve grown so much.’’ You can’t believe you’ve been a witness to So-ah’s growth. She’s already able to grab onto things, rolling around and rocking back and forth which is a sign she’ll be able to crawl soon.
As you continue to play with her, letting her explore and sing as she babbles all kinds of nonsense, Jungkook turns to watch the scene.
You’ve always been careful with So-ah, grasping her as your own and caring a lot for her. He’s noticed how So-ah barely cries anymore, being more calm in your presence. He can get used to this, watching you play with his daughter as he cooks for all three of you. He’s at peace, comfortable with everything in front of him and—
The realization hits Jungkook.
He doesn’t hate you.
You don’t know exactly the moment you realized you didn’t hate Jungkook. It just happened. One day you were in the kitchen and he walked past you, minding his own business and you didn’t have any urge to throw a remark. No, you felt at ease, letting your eyes admire him rather than watch him out of spite.
Panic seeped through you when you looked at the overall situation. You don’t hate Jungkook, you’ve thought about fuc— Shit. What does this mean? Do you… do you like him?
That’s crazy, there’s no way you’re possibly liking Jungkook or even starting too. Which is why you agree to go on yet another date with Han-bin. Last time hadn’t turned out that bad. The company was nice, you felt comfortable and yet something just didn’t feel right. Maybe it was the gross experiences Han-bin wasn’t so afraid to share with you, or maybe… because he isn’t a certain someone.
No.
You’re going on that date.
The moment you leave the apartment, Jungkook is taking his afternoon nap with So-ah so you don’t bother notifying him where you’re going. There’s a certain ache in your heart the closer you are to the location picked out by Han-bin.
Once again, it’s too fancy for your liking but Han-bin makes the environment comfortable with the company of his wild stories. They’re less gross this time and you find yourself laughing at a few of them.
Time flies rather quickly with Han-bin’s company. If this weren’t a date, you’d be more at ease because Han-bin is a kind person. But dating him might be a stretch for yourself, seeing your mind keeps tracing back to your roommate who probably still hates your guts.
‘’Hey, can I be honest with you?’’ Han-bin throws you off guard with his question, but you nod regardless.
‘’I’ve had a great time hanging out with you but,’’ Han-bin looks at you with a genuine and soft smile, ‘’I don’t really think there’s that spark you know?’’
‘’Spark?’’ Sure, you’ve dated a few people in the past but no one threw the word spark in the conversation. You think it’s cliché, like every romantic comedy who makes the spark obvious from the beginning. The spark that messes with the main character and their love interest, them tumbling against it until they get in a fight or have to share the same bed, which results in them sharing a passionate kiss and one of them magically proclaims the love they’ve always had for that person.
That surely doesn’t exist in real life.
‘’You know, the spark where you know that this person is much more to you. Someone who isn’t just a friend.’’ Han-bin says, his tone laced with hopefulness. It’s then you realize that Han-bin is a romantic, a person who believes in having a special someone for the rest of their life.
‘’Yeah. I’m sure you’ll find that Han-bin. You’re a great guy.’’
‘’Wait, you’re not angry?’’ It’s cute how scared he is to offend you.
‘’No, no of course not. I see where you’re coming from.’’ Han-bin’s shoulders loosen at your words, feeling more at ease since he’s decided to throw it in the conversation.
Before you depart your ways, you both come to an agreement of keeping in touch as friends.
Arriving late at the apartment, you move quietly by the entrance. As you’re reaching your bedroom, Jungkook catches you off guard.
‘’Sorry, did I wake you?’’
Jungkook shakes his head, ‘’you’re all good.’’ He doesn’t deny it and you feel a tinge of guilt, seeing the time is past midnight once again.
You’re about to enter your bedroom door with a simple goodnight, when Jungkook catches you off guard with a question.
‘’Hey, where were you?’’ Jungkook is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed which only showcase more of his prominent chest and his sleeve sneaking out of his loose t-shirt.
‘’On a date.’’ You respond coldly, letting go of the handle.
Jungkook hums, mumbling something along the lines of, ‘’I figured.’’ It throws you off, in a not so cute way.
‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ It’s almost as if he spoke in a tone for you to hear on purpose, and you’re falling into his trap.
He shrugs lightly. ‘’Nothing.’’ He’s about to turn around, wearing a smug smile when you continue, setting yourself up for whatever he’s trying to do.
‘’Clearly it was something.’’
‘’Not really.’’ His unbothered attitude sets you off like a grenade, and you’ve finally lost your cool with Jeon Jungkook.
‘’You know what? You drive me fucking nuts!’’ You aren’t bothered to care how much you’ve raised your voice.
‘’You’re always pissing me off! For no fucking reason!?’’ Your face feels hot, the anger spilling out of you.
Jungkook scoffs, unfolding his arms and moving closer to you.
‘’I pissed you off because you started this! With your fucking morning smoothie.’’ He isn’t helping with the noise, raising his voice as much as you.
‘’That was one time. Do you need me to quote every time you’ve managed to throw me off?!’’ Your veins are straining against your neck, giving everything you have into your shouting.
‘’Go ahead!’’
‘’You took the rest of the milk. You spoiled the movie I was currently watching. You threw remarks whenever I did the slightest thing, and now? Now you’re commenting on my date!’’
Jungkook rolls his eyes at your comment, not bothering to answer you. Yet you continue, because you’re fueling on the inside.
‘’You have no rights, when you were fucking someone else!’’ You’ve given the signal that you were somehow affected by it, and Jungkook quickly catches it.
‘’You sound jealous.’’
‘’I’m not.’’ You cross your arms, determined to not let him think otherwise.
‘’Just admit it!’’
Your faces are mere inches apart, both panting at a rapid pace. The whole room is heated and you feel yourself sweat underneath your shirt from all the shouting.
‘’Fuck you.’’ It’s barely a whisper.
Neither of you move. Eyes are wandering on each other’s faces and that’s when you notice Jungkook’s gaze dropping down to your lips.
You’re seeing red, although your body feels heated as you move closer, Jungkook’s breath melting into yours.
Jungkook studies your gaze, before he moves closer, his lips about to brush against yours.
Just as you’re about to lean in yourself, So-ah starts crying next door, snapping the both of you out of your trance.
‘’I– I better…’’ Jungkook starts.
‘’Y-yeah, go ahead.’’ You stutter, moving further away and when Jungkook leaves the hallway, you breathe out.
What the actual fuck.
The following days you avoid Jungkook like the plague. You’ve never been more confused and irritated before. And yet, you can’t stop thinking about it. How close his face was, how his lips were about to seek yours until So-ah started to cry.
Decisions need to be made. You can’t continue on like this. You need to talk to Jungkook, without screaming at him and wanting to rip his face off.
As you’re laying under the covers, your thoughts are spiraling around you. You’re contemplating if you should ask him to talk now, because your mind won’t let you rest if you don’t.
Fuck it.
You get up in a hurry, walking in a straight line directly to Jungkook’s room. After a few minutes of just staring Jungkook’s door down, your body gives in, knocking on his door calmly.
When he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you.
‘’Hey.’’
‘’Hi, can we talk? No fighting, just talk.’’ Jungkook nods, grabbing a hoodie by his desk.
Jungkook doesn’t want to wake up So-ah, so you sit outside, with a cup of tea. It was your idea. Somehow tea always managed to calm down your nerves, and if you wanted to withhold your promise to not fight, you needed to drink some tea along the way.
‘’What did you want to talk about?’’ He sounds nervous, and your mind re-directs you back to when the both of you were about to kiss in the heat of the moment.
Instead of bringing that onto the table, you want to ask Jungkook some things that have never left your mind since you moved in.
‘’It’s more a question.’’ You make it clear and Jungkook turns his head, nodding for you to continue.
‘’What happened? Why is it only you and So-ah?’’
Jungkook lets your question sink in. He’s uncertain if he wants to talk about it, or rather with you. It has somehow been easier for him to distance himself, push you away as much as he could, but that isn’t enough.
You’re still here, sitting next to him as you admire the stars while awaiting his answer.
The silence overflows, the wind curving itself as a comfort blanket around you both as you admire the small lights peaking out in the city.
Jungkook has always been scared of your curious gaze, yet now, it makes sense for him to tell you everything, let his shield down and give you everything that’s needed for you to understand him completely.
It’s what is needed for you to stop fighting and stepping on each other for no reason.
‘’Her name was Seul-ki.’’ You turn, surprised he’s answering your question and you stay quiet, letting Jungkook speak.
‘’She was always selfish. I should’ve known better.’’ Jungkook trails his finger against the mug, images of Seul-ki flooding his mind.
He looks up, meeting your eyes and you smile softly at him. The smile brings an unwanted comfort, but it helps Jungkook to go through with answering your question fully,
‘’So-ah was around one month when Seul-ki got a huge opportunity for her career. She didn’t hesitate to take the chance. But with So-ah, it made it difficult for her to go through with it, so she wanted to give So-ah up for adoption and I just—’’ Jungkook takes a deep breath, slightly beginning to tremble.
‘’I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her do it.’’ Jungkook’s hand trembles against the mug, keeping his emotions locked in, even though they’re close to breaking out.
‘’So, she left us.’’
‘’That must’ve been really hard for you.’’ You’re trying your best not to hold him for comfort, knowing he isn’t exactly fond of you. But something aches in you when you see the tremble he’s currently carrying and how his voice has turned broken.
‘’Yeah.’’ He’s in doubt of what to say. But something in him continues, letting his inner thoughts win him over. Every frustration, pain and heartbreaking moments he’s felt since Seul-ki left.
‘’Sometimes I wonder if I have made the right choice. In the beginning So-ah would cry constantly, she’d be distressed and I couldn’t help because I’m not her mother. Sometimes you just need both of your parents and she— she hasn’t…’’
‘’Jungkook.’’ Your warm hand lands on his, catching him off guard.
‘’You’re an amazing dad. So-ah doesn’t need anyone else. You’re all she needs.’’ Your voice is soothing, melting him softly. He believes every word, trusting you much more than he had anticipated and with the hopeful eyes you’re giving him, he knows he’ll be okay. So-ah and him will be okay, without Seul-ki.
‘’Thank you.’’ Jungkook smiles, the first genuine smile he’s given you since you moved in.
You stay in place, letting the silence sink in between you as the cold wind flows.
The starry night is beautiful, alive even. Sparkling and twinkling above you, reminding you of the beauty behind this earth. As you admire the details, Jungkook looks at you, his heart healing the longer he does and he never wants to let go of this moment.
Everything becomes easier. You and Jungkook don’t fight anymore, instead you talk and grow closer as time passes.
You’re still looking for a new apartment, even though the tension has eased down. A plan is a plan.
Whenever you bring up the apartment search into a conversation between Jungkook and you, his demeanor changes quickly and he immediately shuts himself off. Here you were, thinking he’d be happy that you’re withholding your deal, not irritated.
Instead of letting it get to you, you continue to hang out with Ash and Lucca.
“So, Han-bin was a bad idea.” Ash repeats as you’ve told her how the two dates went.
‘’I already called it the moment you recommended that idea. Like it was the best plan you’ve ever had.’’ Lucca intervenes, crossing their arms. Ash rolls her eyes at her partner, too embarrassed that they might’ve been right.
‘’But, Ash was right. Han-bin is a sweet guy.’’ You say to hopefully cheer up your friend who’s about to mop in a corner. ‘’We even decided to stay friends.’’ With that, Ash excitedly cheers, and it’s probably because she’s a firm believer in friends to lovers and that it’s the most realistic trope there is out there, meaning she thinks in two three months you’ll finally have a spark with Hanbin.
‘’How’s the apartment search going?’’ Lucca directs the conversation somewhere else, mostly to cool down Ash who’s probably planning a pinterest wedding board for you and Hanbin in the future.
‘’It’s going, I think I found a place.’’
The supermarket isn’t as crowded as Jungkook anticipated when he came to the conclusion at the last minute that groceries were needed.
So-ah is clutched tightly onto him, due to the baby sling that Jungkook had mastered the older So-ah got. With her head squished under his chin, Jungkook walks freely, collecting the products at a slow pace.
‘’Jungkook?’’ His eyes avert to the sound, catching Taehyung waving at him.
As Taehyung moves closer, Jungkook places down the item to greet him properly.
‘’Hi So-ah.’’ Jungkook turns so Taehyung can get a better look at her, her eyes turning wide when she sees Taehyung.
‘’She likes you.’’ Jungkook notices and Taehyung squishes her cheek carefully.
‘’The feeling is mutual.’’ He cracks a smile. ‘’How’ve you been? Last time I saw you, you and Y/N were about to bite each other’s faces off.’’ The tone indicates he’s joking, although still curious as to how the relationship stands between the two.
‘’It’s… It’s better.’’ It actually is, and Jungkook’s lips curl into a smile with the memory of your conversation.
‘’That’s great to hear. She’s been super stressed with finding an apartment.’’ The information throws Jungkook off guard. Are you that desperate to leave? Right after he opened up to you?
Taehyung quickly catches how Jungkook’s eyes turn downward, his jaw clenching. He’s uncertain if he should point it out, or leave it as it is.
Thankfully, he gets saved by a call.
‘’Hey, sorry my brother’s calling me. I’ll see you around?’’ Jungkook nods, and Taehyung softly says goodbye to So-ah before leaving with his phone by the ear.
The uncomfortable pit never leaves Jungkook’s stomach after his run-in with Taehyung. He knows that there isn’t much time left, and you had made him the promise to leave the moment it hits six months but now? Now Jungkook isn’t so sure if he even wants you to leave.
The last few weeks are spent on apartment hunting. You’re barely home, too busy being to open houses after work and on the weekends. It’s an easy distraction from your repressed feelings towards Jungkook and it’s exactly what you need. Sooner or later you’ll leave your roommates and start over on your own.
Jungkook has an urge to tell you how he feels, how angry he is that you’re leaving but you keep missing each other. Whenever he passes by your room, he’s close to doing it but then you’re in a hurry to reach the next open house.
If he hadn’t felt anything for you, he’d be extremely grateful that you’re doing all of this. You actually kept your promise and made yourself trustworthy.
But, time is ticking and Jungkook is running out of time. He needs to do something, fast.
The weekend rolls around, and Jimin comes to pick up So-ah for the night.
‘’I owe you big time. Thank you.’’ He hands Jimin an overnight bag, with everything he needs to take care of So-ah.
‘’Don’t mess this up Jungkook.’’ He gives a warning and Jungkook’s palms start to sweat.
‘’I won’t.’’ Jimin leaves quickly after, leaving Jungkook alone with his thoughts.
Work runs smoothly for you, Taehyung and you, having fun with the children throughout the day but as soon as the golden sunset comes to view, you’re excited to come home.
Home. Soon that home will turn into a different place and it makes your heart drop by the thought. You’ll miss Jungkook, with his crazy and annoying remarks. You’ll miss So-ah, her galaxy eyes and her curiosity.
But nothing lasts forever.
The apartment feels empty when you walk in. You don’t hear So-ah or Jungkook’s Overwatch that he always forgets to turn off.
When you move to the living room, Jungkook is sitting on the couch, his leg bouncing at a quick pace.
‘’Jungkook?’’ His head snaps up.
‘’Y/N, hi.’’ He gets up, moving closer to you.
‘’Are you okay?’’ He hasn’t stopped rubbing his palm on his neck, a nervous habit you’ve quickly caught onto while living with Jungkook.
‘’I’m fine. I need to say something.’’ His voice is stern and you quickly step back, nodding.
‘’Okay.’’
‘’I don’t want you to leave.’’ Your heart stops at his words.
‘’What? Why?’’
Jungkook steps closer, his breathing uneven as he studies your face. ‘’B-because…’’ The nervous stuttering doesn’t stop and Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment.
‘’Because I–’’
Jungkook doesn’t continue his sentence, pulling you closer by the waist before he lets his lips glide above yours. His lips feel soft, and your breath hitches subtly right as he presses them down to yours.
The kiss is short, Jungkook pulling away just before you have a chance to act upon it yourself.
‘’That’s why.’’ Jungkook doesn’t let his arm fall from your waist, still holding onto you tight.
You don’t respond, instead your hand moves upwards, resting it by his cheek. Jungkook gulps by your action, leaning into your hand for more comfort and you smile softly at him.
‘’I won’t leave.’’ You confirm and Jungkook’s body loosens, melting against yours as he reconnects your lips in yet another kiss.
You clutch yourself to him, as your lips move in sync, giving each other every comfort needed.
Neither of you move away, letting the kiss grow heated. When Jungkook slips his tongue past your lips, you’re almost drowning in his touch. He’s careful, teasing you along the way while giving you a taste of himself. You’re just about to pull him further in when he stops, leaning his forehead against yours.
‘’Do you want to—’’
‘’Stop? No.’’ You hover your lips above his, before you whisper. ‘’Please, don’t stop.’’
You’ve waited too long for this, and now that you finally have Jungkook you don’t ever want this moment to stop.
Jungkook’s demeanor changes completely, his softness somehow disappearing and an ache begins to grow between your legs on what’s to come.
He turns you both around, pushing you down on the sofa. Jungkook continues to kiss you, his hand wandering on your breasts, before it drags further down, grabbing your thigh softly.
You offer to touch him everywhere, starting by his back. Your hands slip through his t-shirt to roam on the naked skin. It feels delicate against your palm the further you drag it upwards to his nape.
Jungkook’s breathing changes due to your touch, his lips moving further down, reaching your neck. His tongue traces patterns, letting you feel the wet sensation while your hold on Jungkook tightens.
It doesn’t exactly click for you that Jungkook is hovering above you, giving you his time with his tongue on your neck. And it only excites you more that it’s finally happening.
‘’Jungkook.’’ You murmur under your breath, bucking your hips forward in hopes of grazing yourself against his bulge.
He groans against your neck at your neediness, giving you a small bite which makes you gasp.
‘’You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.’’ He says softly, his words trail gently on your skin, and you smile from the confirmation he just gave you.
When he reaches your waistband, you grab ahold of his cheek.
‘’What are you doing?’’ It’s not that you don’t want to, of course you do. You haven’t thought about anything else for the past three months of living with Jungkook but you’re nervous.
‘’Let me make you feel good. Can I?’’ You gulp, nodding nervously, letting him have his way with you.
Jungkook doesn’t even struggle when he takes off your pants, removing them perfectly and it almost makes you crack up at how ideal it was.
Your grin is exchanged with a frown of pleasure when Jungkook traces his fingers on the fabric of your thong. He’s making you work for it and frankly, you don’t mind.
The pad of his fingers press down on your clit, making your breath hitch by the sensation. You feel everything yet nothing and it makes your body buck into his hand. Jungkook smirks by the sudden action, continuing to tease you with his fingers until you’ll plead.
The touching continues, a few presses once in a while making you hiss. He hasn’t dared to move beneath the fabric and your patience is running on a thin thread.
Without thinking further, you grab ahold of his wrist. You’re done with his teasing. It’s unfair that he’s here, taking his time with you when you’ve both been longing for this exact moment.
‘’Jeon Jungkook.’’ He grins at the use of his full name and you want to throw a fit.
‘’I’ll stop, I promise.’’ He pecks your lips, and considering you trust him, you let go of his wrist.
Some things truly never change.
He keeps his word, removing the fabric instead of teasing you further. The cool air hits your core, making you shudder before Jungkook can continue. His palm keeps itself rested on your thigh, while his tattooed hand comes in contact with your slit.
The first few strokes are slow, collecting some of your arousal and spreading it all over. Jungkook’s mouth is agape, eyes heavy as he watches your exposed heat and his fingers decorating it with slow movements.
‘’Fuck, baby.’’ Jungkook breathes out, stunned to have you like this.
The nickname causes your cheeks to heat up, flustered by such.
No warnings, and Jungkook inserts both fingers slowly, stretching you with ease. The feeling causes you to moan, as you’re too entranced by the pleasure.
There’s something about the way Jungkook works with his fingers that almost sends you into orbit. The way he gently curls them, making them pet on your g-spot whenever he manages to get his fingers all the way inside. The way his thumb traces circles on your clit, increasing the feelings evoking.
When you begin to feel overwhelmed, you grab onto Jungkook’s forearm, pressing down. Jungkook is even more determined to make you come, maintaining the same pace.
You feel the familiar pit in your stomach, forming as time passes. Although, Jungkook has a lot more on his sleeve than just touching you.
Being too focused on the thrill of the situation, you don’t notice Jungkook crouching down. It’s first when he replaces his thumb with his tongue that you’re aware of the what he’s doing. Your legs are shaking beside him, feeling yourself get much closer and Jungkook wants nothing more than to taste you.
To his luck, your body shudders followed by a high pitched moan as you finish. Jungkook pecks your clit, before moving upwards to face you. Your breathing is uneven, your whole body warm and you’re smiling softly at him.
When Jungkook pecks your lips, you take him by surprise, grabbing onto his cock through the material. He groans against your lips, astonished by your bold move. You don’t stop, pumping him while your tongues consume one another.
Jungkook is already hard. He’s been ever since you laid beneath him, spreading your legs out for him. Even though Jungkook is enjoying your touch, he’s impatient.
‘’Stay here.’’ Before you can even question anything, Jungkook runs out directly to his room. He quickly returns, with a condom in hand. When he’s about to lay down, you push both of his shoulders, making him land in an upright position.
You straddle him, wrapping both arms around his neck. ‘’Come on big boy, show me what you got.’’ Maybe you’re saying this because you know Jungkook will absolutely fall into your trap and amaze you.
‘’I’ll show you.’’ His gaze is intense, yet he’s already fiddling with his pants, desperate to get them off. You aren’t exactly helping, grinding down on the material of his pants, which gets him distracted.
‘’Y/N, please.’’ You’re suppressing a smile, commanding either way and lifting your hips to help him get his pants off quicker. You aren’t exactly better yourself, wanting nothing more than for Jungkook to fuck you.
Jungkook is quick on his feet, rolling the condom with ease before gently pressing into you. Your knees sink further down, inviting more of him in and the unfamiliar stretch feels pleasant. When your knees have sunk fully down, you take a moment to adapt.
‘’Shit.’’ Jungkook moans, mind spinning at how nicely you wrap around him.
You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly.
‘’Fucking hell,’’ Jungkook curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes the chance of grabbing your ass tightly, making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jungkook is regaining.
His eyes avert downwards, watching how your bodies dissolve and how he disappears inside of you.
The movement of your hips slow down, your body still processing your orgasm from earlier which had somewhat made you exhausted.
Jungkook helps you, grabbing onto your hips, leaving you to sit still while he bucks his hips at a much faster pace. Your moans are clogged, too stunned to process the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
‘’Fuck—’’ You breathe out, clutching yourself onto Jungkook who isn’t slowing down. He’s surely showing you everything he’s got and you’re already close.
With no warning, you tense above him, your orgasm washing over you, filling your body with warmth. Jungkook follows soon after, giving one last thrust as he moans against your neck.
The both of you stay put, trying to regulate your breathing.
‘’Was that good enough for you?’’ Jungkook asks between pants and you slap him lightly on the shoulder, because he knows it was better than good enough.
‘’Oh my god! Jungkook hurry!’’ You scream excitedly, still holding onto So-ah who’s standing on two feet, ready to take her first step.
‘’Don’t let her walk!’’ Jungkook screams from the bathroom, finishing up his shower after his workout from earlier. You roll your eyes, holding tightly onto So-ah who’s trying to move out of your grasp to walk.
Jungkook runs out quickly not long after, in only a towel because moments like these are rare and there’s no way he’s about to miss out on his daughter walking for the first time.
‘’Okay, come here So-ah.’’ Jungkook kneels, spreading his arms open for his daughter and she screams softly, wobbling towards her dad but managing two steps in before Jungkook has to sweep her in.
You clap excitedly at So-ah having taken her first step and you catch Jungkook’s eyes watering.
‘’So-ah, you did it.’’ Jungkook kisses her on the cheek.
Moments like these are only the beginning for the three of you, and you’re thrilled.
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high infidelity
peter parker x f!reader
you know there’s many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough.
warnings: college!, cheating?, toxic relationships, drinking, kissing, making out, SMUT, dirty talk, a bit of degradation, teeny tiny bit of angst, choking, oral ( f. receiving), no use of protection (please be careful and use protection irl), nicknames like princess or baby, cuddles, aftercare??
an: this happens after the whole nwh incident, so they are both 18+ AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE COLLEGE! + PETER
it was 6 in the morning, you were brushing your teeth as your phone started to ring.
‘chris <3’ was written on the screen, along with a picture of him sticking his tongue out, that goddamn photo, it mocked you. you eyed your phone for a while before picking up, you had a fight last night, you didn’t remember the reason though. probably something you said, you hadn’t been seeing him in person for a few days now, you had been spending the winter break at your grandmothers. going back to uni on that same day you fought. chris studied there too, but he was on another level. he had come from dozens of private schools, uniforms and everything else in the deal, his acceptance was guaranteed on his last name. maybe it all was just a game for him.
“hey, did i wake you up?” he questioned, once you put the phone on speaker.
“hi chris. you didn’t, is everything alright?”
“yeah, just wanted to check in. you haven’t texted me since that talk we had” it wasn’t a talk. it was him screaming on the phone with you, like you had killed his entire family and burnt down his house, when you had just told him you felt sorry about not getting accepted on the internship at the stark industries, and talking about how peter parker, a guy in your hall that had gotten accepted when he was in high school.
“yeah… sorry about what i said, i know how you feel about me being friends with guys and all. and we never even really talked babe, he was just my biochemistry partner last semester.” you apologized, not wanting to discuss this at the time, maybe you’d just let it go. it was no use anyways. the relationship had been falling apart for a while now.
“it alright. just don’t do it again. ‘gonna get breakfast at the diner with lucas and the boys, so ill talk to you later, alright? text you when i get there.”
“sure” you replied as he hung up. maybe you should break up, just rip the band aid off, you know? it was clear that it would happen sooner or later. it was stupid to keep it like that, all the fighting was just idiotic.
when you got to the chemistry lecture, you got to your usual seat, middle row third seat. you spent a few minutes biting the inside of your cheeks while checking your phone from minute to minute. you hated when he did that. you couldn’t quite find a way to finish your relationship and not end up being crucified, you felt in high school again. all the parties, homework, relationship issues. you could feel so impotent around him, like everything you say is wrong and he’ll always know better than you because he went to ivy-
“hey, y/n, right?” you heard a male voice say, turning around to face yourself with peter parker.
“y-yeah. peter?” you replied, looking at him smiling.
“that’s me. is this seat taken? its always nice to be around a familiar face so…” he asked, pointing to the seat on your left, that was occupied by your backpack.
“oh, right, no its not taken!” you answer quickly removing your things from the chair so he can sit down, trying to be as nice as possible. he quickly sat down, eyeing you in awkwardness.
“hear you applied for the stark memorial thing, that’s nice of you!” he smiles, taking out his notebook. “sorry, uhm, i forgot my pencil… so could you maybe…?”
“oh sure! absolutely!” you had gotten lost in your own sea of thoughts smiling at him. ever since you’ve met peter you’ve felt something about him. maybe now your relationship is almost over you could maybe have a shot, you don’t know at what, but you could.
mid presentation, peter slips you a note. something he was afraid to say, but felt the urge.
‘wanna go to a party next week?’
you look at him, right next to you with an intrigued smile.
‘where?’
you write, and quickly give it back to him.
‘john’s, first floor of your dorms building. it’ll be around nine, i can bring you as an extra if you’d like.’
when he gives it back, you immediately feel bad, having to turn him down like this.
‘sorry peter, just remembered i’m going out with my boyfriend that night. its our anniversary, so sorry. would love to go, though!’
you give the note back with an empathetic smile. you can see that he feels a bit embarrassed, you hate it.
for the rest of the lecture he’s absolutely quiet, you can feel him eyeing you, some sort of feeling you couldn’t quite decipher.
as the teacher started to close up, he gave you a piece of paper.
“my number, if you ever need it. feel free to text.” he smiles at you, picking up his bag and leaving. maybe you should text, just maybe.
it was around half past eight when you realized something, your boyfriend wasn’t coming. in fact, he stood you up.
‘fuck you chris. this is it.’
well, you needed to text him something, maybe it was the heat of the moment, or just an impulsive thing. you only realized what you were doing when peter picked up.
“hello?” he said over the phone.
“hi peter, its y/n, is that invite still up?” in the past week, the two of you had been talking a lot, mostly texting. you met up in a starbucks twice to work on homework, but that was mostly it. sure, you’d developed a small crush, but you still had a boyfriend. but maybe that wasn’t the situation anymore.
“y-yeah, can i pick you up? is everything alright?”
“sure. ill be ready in five, see you soon.” you hang up, deciding it is go time, no matter what was going to happen after, this was your shot at it. maybe you could have some fun. he was always fun.
a few minutes later, you were locking you door as he waited for you to go with him.
“hope you didn’t have to cancel with anyone for this, sorry for the mast minute call.” you apologize, putting your keys in your purse.
“oh its fine dont worry, i wasn’t planning on bringin anyone else.” he smiled at you, while walking. you could tell he’d sprayed on some perfume and that his hair was still damp, you found it sweet he put effort in to getting ready for the night out. “what happened to your date with chris?” he questioned, almost puking the words out, he seemed nervous about it.
“oh, hm, i guess i got stood up. sorry, that makes you seem like a second option, but i truly wanted to go so i remembered and i dont want you to-“
“its alright, y/n. i get it, hes an asshole for standing you up like that.” he interrupted your blabbering.
“yeah, i guess he is.”
“what do you want? on me, please!” he says loudly, ao you could hear him through the music, he took a sip out of his beer, staring at you.
“just a shot! i hate the taste of beer, no offense though!”
“nome taken, sweetie.” he looks over your shoulder, and you can see a frown forming on his face. “you wanna go somewhere else? i dont feel like this’ll go well.” he says, his voice a bit lower now.
“what do you mean?” you say, so you turn around and you see him. chris. casually smoking, with a girl by his side and his free hand on her thigh. “seriously? fuck him.” you mutter, looking over at peter.
“no, its fine, dont worry about me.” you smile, the shots are delivered and you quickly take one. the taste of vodka and a bit of lemon going down your throat, burning hot. you can see through glances they have started to make out, he probably didnt notice you yet, so he’d come up with some excuse later.
but peter needed to make sure he did.
“hey, wanna go dance? fuck chris, lets have some fun, alright?” he said, taking you by the hand to the dance floor, with a dozen bodies moving to some song you didnt quite recognize. his breath hitched over your neck as you moved with him, your arms over his neck and your hips swaying to the beat. if you ever had a doubt he was into you, that was quickly offset by the way his eyes roamed your body. focused on every inch of you. god, he loved that dress.
“your boyfriends staring…” he whispered into your ear, nipping at it.
“oh, im sure hes not my boyfriend anymore. besides, we should put on a show for him, shouldn’t we?” you smile at him, turning around and starting to grind against him. you could hear him whisper curses, and you knew you both were in for one hell of a night. you could feel him grow through your dress, eager for more, but tonight, you were having the urge to tease him (more than you already were).
you never did that to piss off chris, you did it because you wanted peter. because peter parker was just perfect for you. maybe that was how you knew this wouldn’t ever be a one time thing. as the music was fading to its end, you turned to him, looking him in the eye.
for a moment there, you got lost in him. you forgot what you were about to say. his eyes had a bit of green in them, you had never realized that, maybe because you should’ve let yourself get lost in him before.
“y/n” he calls, pulling you from your thoughts.
“yeah?” and then you realize. he was staring back, and he was close. god, was he close.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you are both quickly interrupted by chris, trying to push peter away from you, but he was faster, dodging him.
“id ask you the same, christian. you bailed on me, what’d you want me to do, huh? stay at the restaurant? waiting patiently for you to finish fucking some other girl, and eating appetizers? because that’s the ideal night! we’re over and you know it, leave me alone.”
“and so you cheat on me with this dick because i bailed on you once? really? fuck you y/n!” he says, screaming at you, his voice was louder than the music.
“i’m cheating on you?! I cheated on YOU? chris, for the past four months you’ve ditched 15 dates, a total of 5 dinners, two breakfast occasions and 8 lunches in the dining hall, honestly, where were you? why couldn’t you just send a fucking text? what? were you just too busy in bed with some other girl? because you sure as hell are missing tons of classes, there’s gotta be an answer right? fuck you chris. just leave me alone.” you scream back, if this was the last time he screamed at you, you sure as hell wouldn’t take it all in. he makes his usual, but more extreme, i want you to die face and walks away, slamming on to you purposefully as he walks.
in a matter of seconds you see peter punching chris, and you’re instantly shocked because you never saw peter as a guy who fights, and you were two times more shocked once you se chris falling to the ground.
god, was peter hot in that moment. he ran his hand through his hair.
“come on, lets get out of here.” he says, his eyes a bit darker now. and you were in, you were in for all of it.
“sorry, i know punching exes is more of a 5th date kind of thing.” he says, hissing as you put his dominant hand in a bucket of ice.
“i’m okay with it.” you said, leaning against the cold tiles of peter’s bathroom wall. after the ‘fight’ you needed to take care of him, and so you decided to kill two birds with one stone, going back to his place.
“just to clarify, i don’t usually get in to fights. ever. but i don’t know, him slamming in to you like that? god, y/n, he’s such an asshole.” peter said looking at the door to his room, seeing it quickly open and close, it was his roommate.
“can i talk to him for like 5 minutes tops?” he asks, his brows furrowed. you nod, smiling at him.
he leaves the bathroom, closing the door after him. you could hear him whisper to his friend.
“please, steven just leave for a few hours just do me a favor, man!”
“who do you have here? please don’t tell me its chris’s girl because he’ll kick your ass” there was a pause. “you are so dead.”
“they broke up, please let me try please!”
“i’ll sleep at carson’s, but i swear to god, if it goes bad for you i’m not covering for your ass.”
“fair enough! thank you thank you thank you!” you giggle at his excitement, so you hike your dress up, and continue sat on the bathroom floor, making sure he could see a glimpse of your underwear once he walked in.
peter was sweet and perfect for you, but you never imagined yourself in that situation, and to be fully honest, you were loving it.
when he walks in to the bathroom again, you try your hardest to not blush because damn it, all he said was “hi” and you’re 3 seconds away from taking off all of your clothes and kissing him.
he sits next to you, eyeing your thighs. he wonders if you were dressed up like that once you called him, or if you had changed to see him. he surely hoped that dress was for him, because he was so jealous of chris in that moment. every day he was jealous of chris, not because he felt inferior, because chris could see you like that. because chris could hear you moan his name. peter never wanted someone so bad in his entire life.
“it was just steven, you remember him right? from biochem?” you nod, staring at him for a while now.
“do you, uhm, need any more ice?” you ask, looking at his red knuckles, trying to focus on something else (which obviously doesn’t work).
“why’d you call me?” he asks abruptly.
“what?”
“why did you call me ?”
“because i could trust you, i guess, i don’t know.” you answer, feeling a bit ashamed.
“why’d you leave him? i mean, after all this time? you knew about all his bullshit didn’t you?”
“peter, once you just appeared back into my life i took it as a sign, i mean, staying with him was killing me. you know him, right? you went to school with him”
“yeah i did, but it just doesn’t make sense to me, what are we? i’m not just someone you can call when your boyfriend’s not around, i’m sorry to be rude but i’m not that guy, y/n, and if that’s what you’re looking for, i don’t want it.”
“peter. i want you okay? you’re the only person i want, the only person i’ve wanted for a while now. he never loved me enough, hell, he never loved me. i don’t want him, i want you. please, just believe me in me, please.” you say quickly, trying to get all your feelings out, though they could never be translated to words, he stares at you, wondering what to do next. and so he kisses you.
it starts off as a soft thing, a delicate and sweet kiss. you part your lips, waiting for him to reciprocate. and so it turns into a passionate and messy kiss, your tongues intertwining and you could taste him, you could taste his minty breath. you could taste peter fucking parker. and with that, you don’t waste any time.
your hands drift off to his hair, tugging on it, kissing him desperately. you feel his hands roaming your waist, he starts kissing your neck, nipping at it, whispering onto your skin.
“you have no idea for how long i’ve wanted you, fuck…” he whispers, helping you up and bringing you towards his bed, hands on your ass and not stopping his kisses on your neck, he sits you on bed, his knee aiming towards the inside of your thighs, he takes his shirt off and his jeans had already fell to the carpet, you couldn’t help but smile, he was so pretty.
“i saw what you did there, don’t think i didn’t notice.” he says, referring to the was you looked in the bathroom.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about” you whisper through a moan, as he starts kissing your chest, pulling your dress down and unclipping your bra.
“don’t lie to me, you know better then that…” he says, looking at you with those eyes, he quickly starts sucking onto your left nipple.
while he works on your tits with his mouth, his right hand is headed towards your lace panties, only playing with the hem of it.
“that alright, princess?” you nod a yes in answer. “i wanna hear you say it.”
“fuck, yes, its great, peter… please.” you answer in the midst of moans.
“good. do you like this? did you get what you wanted, huh?” he asks, kissing your thighs, everywhere but not where you most needed him, he was teasing you.
“y-yeah, i wanted you so bad, please.” you say, hands trailing off to his hair again, you could feel your panties getting wetter by the second, and he knew that too.
he takes them off slowly, teasing you more and more.
“so wet, all for me, baby?” peter asks, kissing the inside of your thighs, making sure to leave marks.
“ yes, pete, all for you, please…” you nod, desperately, needing him more and more.
“what’d you want, huh? tell me, y/n.” he asks, looking at you with doe eyes, spreading your legs for him to see more. he was loving to see you like this, he needed it again and again every day and it was only just beginning.
“i… i need you to touch me, please, taste me, please” you ask, feeling your face getting hotter, his hands roaming your waist, you can feel your stomach sink with need.
“that was all you needed to say, smart girl” he answers, licking a broad stripe from top to bottom, he tasted all he could. “you’re so pretty honey, so fucking pretty"
peter inserts a finger in, causing you to moan, you could feel his grin over your clit. sucking on to your bud, you couldn’t believe you’d spent all this time without this side of him. as he stretches you out, inserting another finger, you feel as if you touched heaven and came back. you had never felt this way, with anyone. it was him.
“fuck!” you moan as he brings a third finger into the equation, his mouth and hands working together, just for you.
“peter i’m so close please” and just with that, he stops, leaving you empty and eager for more. and just like that he’s on top of you again, kissing you eagerly, making you get a taste of yourself. his dominant hand on your neck, squeezing it softly, just enough.
“you’re so fucking hot” he whispers against your lips, you can feel his grin on your skin as he kisses your neck again, nipping and leaving marks all over. your pussy aching for him, you needed him inside you so so so bad.
“peter” you whisper, trying to get his attention, though he seems very entertained by your neck and how mane hickeys he could leave.
“yeah?” he immediately stops, looking at you, his brows furrowed.
“i need you inside me. i need your dick.” you say, getting more red, his lips swollen and pink, he looks beautiful. his hair messy, you wanted him so bad.
“yeah? you need my dick?” he asks, teasing you, a smirk forming itself on his face.
“please, peter. i need you so much” you say, nodding with your words. he looks at you with his eyes shiny. he takes himself out of his underwear, you’d already seen his bulge but you still were surprised. he starts aligning himself to your hole, tapping his tip on your clit, teasing you.
“so pretty like this, all for me” he says, slowly pushing in, “fuck…” he sighs, you moan trying to adjust to his size. he feels like heaven inside you. he starts thrusting lightly into you.
“harder… please i need you so bad, please, peter.” you say, looking at him over you with doe eyes, a smirk forms on his face, hearing you say those words.
“thats all you needed to say, princess.” he says, slamming into you quickly. You moan out unrecognizable words, a mix of “fuck” with “ohmygod” and “peter”. he was so fucking good, slamming into you, whispering curses, using his free hand to stimulate your clit. you were almost there, reaching your high, as you started to clench around him.
“no, don’t. not yet.” he says firmly, still pounding into you.
“please…” you ask, looking at him with those doe eyes again.
“no.” he answers again. “i want to cum with you.” he slams into you again, harder this time. picking up his pace, when suddenly his right hand is on your neck, squeezing it slightly.
“this okay?” he asks, you nod a yes. he’s pounding into you, you’re loving it. he has the power over you and you have to admit, you’re more turned on now than you ever were in your relationship with chris. you weren’t going to be able to hold back any longer, scratching his back with your nails, leaving marks all over.
“please, peter, i need to cum so bad please!” you beg, he looks at you with green eyes, brows furrowed.
"please princess, please cum for me." he says, his thumb not stopping at your clit, as you’re moving your hip with his. it takes no more than a few seconds until you're reaching your peak and moaning loudly. it's different from anything you've ever felt and you're trembling, moaning into peter's shoulder and leaving little crescent marks on his back from your nails. you could feel him twitch as you clench around him, his cum leaking inside you, carrying you through your high.
“fuck, so good all for me. my little slut.” he whispers while grunting and squeezing your neck more and mora tightly. your mouth forming an ‘O’ shape. God, was he good.
as soon as he finished, he dropped over you, his sweaty body coverings yours. you feel incredibly empty when he pulls out and lays beside you.
“you were so good.” he says, getting himself together and snuggling himself beside you. “i’ll clean you up in a bit, can we just stay like this a little?”
“sure.” you say, smiling, knowing it wouldn’t be a one time thing.
#peter parker smut#peter parker#peter parker x fem#peter parker x reader#peter parker x y/n#spiderman smut#spiderman x reader#back from my slump thank you very much#I LOVED WRITING THIS OMFG#lila writes#silencesscreams#peter parker x fem!reader#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker fic#peter parker x you
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When Enid thinks of mom, she thinks of Esther.
It's a horrible example and Enid knows that, so when she thinks of mom, she thinks of anything but Esther. She thinks of a parent laying down clothes and clapping as the baby tumbles onto the one it wants. She sees a child never afraid to run and sink into their mothers embrace.
When Enid thinks of mom, she wishes for the one she could've had as a child.
So as she stares into the blue eyes of her own, Enid couldn't stop herself from reaching out and brushes a finger against that smooth skin.
"this is.." enid couldn't bring her eyes away, unable to stop the light spark in her chest when she sees the tiny curls of light blond that peaked out of the baby's teeny cap.
It was uncanny, how much she looked like..
"yours?" Tara finishes and it finally drags Enid attention away. She looked as beautiful as the day they met, even with the slight eyebags. Tara was swaying in her spot, probably trying to lull the baby to sleep and oh-
Something in Enid aches at the sight.
There's something different now. Gone is the rush of adrenaline, of the constant pitter patter of hearts. Now it's a slow steady beat, one that Enid can't ignore.
"really?" Enid makes sure and she is oh so tempted to squeeze the baby - her baby's cheek when she shuffles.
She's so cute.
Tara humms. "seems like you pulling out didn't work now did it?" a shot of worry went through Enid at that, everything they did was a rush of ecstasy to her but did Tara regret it?
The thought leaves a sick feeling in her gut.
"I'm so sorry," spills out immediately and Enid gives a hesitant step forward. "anything you need, I'll give! I don't know about housing yet but I'm sure I'll be able to support as much as I can." her fingers fumbled as she tried to list out what a mother and daughter might need. "like baby formula and oh don't get me started on teething! I can totally get you stuff for those-" it's a jumbled mess of words, of trying but enid didn't know what to do.
She's a sire now, she thinks.
Then it all clicks and Enid is now bouncing on the balls of her feet.
She has a child , that's something!! It's monumental, it's amazing and the fact that she didn't know sooner absolutely broke her heart but she's willing to do better.
If she knew that what they did would lead to this..
Enid knows that she wouldn't even be graduating, not if it meant missing her time in her baby's life.
Oh my god wait, it's not even just her-
Tara! A normie had to carry their child! Is she okay? How did she even handle it?
Did she have pictures of the ultrasound?
Just as Enid turns back to continue talking, she gets a finger pressed against her lips. It's so familiar that she couldn't stop a smile from growing. It seems like Tara thought so too, if her own tiny one meant something.
"you done yet?"
Enid nods, excited as one can be for Tara to continue.
"I don't need to be taught all of that, Enid." something sinks at those words. Oh god, was tara givi- "id rather learn it with you."
Oh.
OH.
"ofcourse," Enid says and before she could stop herself, she scoops her two most important people in her life into her arms. "yes, Tara please-"
Their heads press and Enid is given front row view to the way those lips split into a beautiful pearly smile. It's reminder that Tara gorgeous.
Oh their daughter is going to be an absolute killer.
"I'll hold you too that," Tara says.
"you can hold me whenever and however you want!" Enid chirps.
Now, when Enid thinks of mom. She doesn't think of Esther or the opposite of her.
She thinks of Tara and her smile.
Enid hopes their baby has her smile.
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"wait so what's her name?" Enid asks, her baby now in her arms as she poked and prodded at her soft cheek. She feels like she's about to melt when her baby pressed her face deeper into Enid's wrist.
She likes my scent!!
"Guinevere," is Tara's answer as she leant onto the sire's side.
Enid chokes. "gweni-what,"
Tara raises a brow, her voice suddenly steely. "is her name going to be a problem?"
"No no no!" Enid backtracks, laughing nervously. "im just saying that maybe Winnie would be a good nickname is all!"
Tara humms, laying her head onto Enid's shoulder. "and maybe you have a point."
Enid gives a small sigh of relief before giving her lil Winnie a look.
Your mom is scary! She tries to convey.
The baby just babbles in reply.
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Top five extant waistcoats 👀👀
How dare you make me choose, agh!
I have exactly 1302 images on my 18th century waistcoats pinterest board right now, so here are 5 that I especially love, but picking a definitive top 5 is impossible.
(I already have a long post with 20 of my favourites, but I kept those confined to just the last 2 decades of the century.)
1. c. 1790's, Cooper Hewitt collection.
This one is super cool, because it's the only one I've ever seen with net overlay. Look at it! Teeny tiny baby 2mm silk ribbon, all hand knotted.
2. c. 1750's, V&A.
This one is printed to shape! Someone made a big engraved plate with this design that's specifically made to fit the front of a waistcoat! It's a bit off looking around the edges, so I think maybe the customer was a bit smaller than the pre-printed fabric shape, but it's still so cool.
There are more examples of this technique, and I have a pinterest board section for them.
3. This one. Wool thread on linen, sold by Christie's. Ugh, I want one!! Wouldn't this look amazing with my dark green wool 1730's coat and breeches?
I would love to do a crewel embroidered waistcoat like this someday. This grainy picture is the only one I've been able to find of this one, and I once tried emailing Christie's to see if there were more pictures, but they have a lot of employees and didn't seem to understand what I wanted, and the listing was from 2009, so I was not successful.
I hate it when auction sites take down the pictures after the sale!! >:( Nowadays when I pin pictures from auction listings I always make sure to back them up on the wayback machine. There are so many old ones that I wish I'd done that for...
Crewel waistcoats are pretty rare, so there aren't many closeups out there, but these 1734 pocket flap samples are a great example of something similar. (got a subsection for crewel on my embroidery pinboard)
4. c. 1735-45, Historic Deerfield. There are tons of woven to shape waistcoats out there, but this is one of my favourites. I love huge flowers, I love sleeved waistcoats, and I love green.
It looks amazing at nearly 300 years old, so just imagine it when all those silver threads were new and not tarnished!
Similar to the blue printed one, this would have been woven with the brocade flowers in the shape of the front of a waistcoat, and then sold to a customer who'd then bring it to a tailor to have it made up to fit him. One of those things that was easy to find in the 18th century, but is completely unattainable to modern costumers, alas.
5. c. 1795-1800, The Met.
Heeheehoohoo. bugs.
There are a lot of late 18th century waistcoats with weird little pictures embroidered on them, and I can't choose a favourite, but bugs is way up there on the list. This isn't even the only bug embroidered one, there are others!
This one has been altered. I'd say it was probably originally made in the 1780's, and then cut down to be shorter and given a different collar shape sometime in the early 19th century. Lots of waistcoats were altered like this, and with the embroidered ones it's really obvious. I would have liked this one better in its original state, but oh well.
So! Those are not the very best 5, but they're 5 very good ones!
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Curious as to where the name "Lizard_Lover" came from since this is a Fnaf related account? Sorry if that sounds rude, I don't mean it to be ;-;
(No worries, I didn't think it was rude :) )
Glad you asked! I'd be happy to explain it! :D
Back on August 4th, 2020, I met my very first pet, Sebastian.💛
The first picture I have of him:
He was a very sweet little lizard that me and my family absolutely adored. He was just about as chill and snuggly as a lizard can get, and my very first actual pet ever (y'know, not including bugs or something like that :p)
Then, August 4th, 2021, we met Sagebrush.💚
He was a bit more... feisty than Seb. Definitely gave us a run for our money with how grouchy he was. lol But he eventually turned into a cuddly boi.
And on the same day, Scooter.🩵
Little teeny tiny baby boy that was smaller than a penny
Then, August 4th, 2022, we had Squirt.💙
He was all over the place. A combination of "I don't wanna be touched" to "hold me all day long and never let me go!"
Same time we met Sandy.💗
She was by far the most "don't touch me" lizard we ever had. lol
And that made sense once we knew she was pregnant.💞
She had nine babies in total on August 11th, 2022 (sadly one didn't make it ,-_-,) none of them were named, however, 'cause we couldn't think of that many. lol
Then, August 5th, 2023, it was Salvador.💚
He was much like Squirt.
Same day we met Sally.🩷
Typical "do not touch me, or so help me..." kinda girl. lol
And last but not least, we have Nugget.🩵
I just got him on December 8th, and while he will never get his toes or tail back, we love him very, very much. :3
And that, my friend, is how I became Lizard_Lover ;)
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I appreciate you taking time to yourself 😌💕 you come first!
Also Ahhhh! So i thought of a cute idea with Nanami! But platonic this time! Yan Nanami with a teen!reader who he’s raised since they were a teeny baby. He’s so protective over them but eventually teen!reader ends up meeting itadori. They for sure like each other more as than friends. He can tell teen!reader has a little crush on Itadori because when he comes home, they always ask if he was with Itadori today or when he’s coming over for dinner ( I always love the idea that Itadori just has dinner or lunch with Nanami all the time because he just needs to be around nice people). Nanami also catches teen!reader giggling at their phone and talking on the phone for hours. He knows Itadori is a good man but he can’t help but worry his baby is growing up and he misses when they only stayed with him 😭 -🌻
Thank you 😭😭 You’re always so sweet like it makes me feel so loved 😭😭💞
Nanami was always protective over you so you didn’t go to school like a normal teen. Itadori probably knows about you because he saw a photo of you and Nanami on his desk (he carries around pictures of you in his wallet and stuff 🥺🥺) He definitely noticed how shy you got when you met Itadori, he can definitely tell that you have a crush on him.
He can tell that Itadori likes you, honestly it’s killing him that neither of you have confessed yet. You’re always giggling and smiling at your phone when texting him, asking if you can join in on Nanami and Itadoris lunches and dinners (making sure you look good when you do get invited).
And Nanami knows that Itadori is a good kid and he wouldn’t hurt you, but he’s still worried for you! You’re his baby, he’s always going to be worried for you! He definitely still giving Itadori the ‘don’t hurt my kid’ talk when you two finally go on a real date
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30 and 17 for the meme?
30 - Since horse abuse is currently popular on Tumblr, beat up a dead horse with your take on an oversaturated topic🐴
(snrk) (love the way that question is formulated)
Gods what are the oversaturated topics about Fire Emblem as a whole. Beyond FE3H. And I don't feel like talking about FE3H, honestly, I talk a lot about it, it has its flaws, I still love the game, but I'd love if CF wasn't like that.
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Oh, hey, you know what dead horse I'll beat up to death ? Fates. Conquest. Conquest is actually a really good story, with a protag that I think is pretty realistically written considering the situation they are thrown in, and seeing people still act like no one thinks Conquest is good in 2022 fucking grinds my gears. Just. Fuck off. Conquest is a bittersweet tragedy and its Corrin is, to me, the most sympathetic and well-written one, and I think people don't give that story the respect it deserves.
It is a tragedy, and the characters are struggling against the situation they are put in, and sometimes are afraid to struggle as much as they wish to, and I just think it's a good one.
17 - How did you get into Fire Emblem?
Oh wow that actually takes me back ! So. Picture me, age... 13 ? Baby me. Teeny-tiny baby me. One of my internet friend, a Canadian girl I met through an oekaki board, is a big fan of Smash Bros Melee, in particular of Roy. So she talks about him to me.
By curiosity, I decide to search "Fire Emblem" in google, because I'm around twelve, what do you expect me to do.
Found this lovely gem of a website that I haven't been on since at least 2007 probably woops and start reading a lot on FE4. Not enough to start playing it, mind you, I just consume info on it like Kirby.
From that, I learn that a Fire Emblem game is coming out in France ! Or came out recently ? It was 2004 look it's been a while and my memory is pretty bad for those details. But ! I slowly put enough pocket money aside to buy it when it comes out, which leads me to playing Blazing Blade and the rest... is history.
I'll proceed to buy FE8 and FE9, play FE10 with a friend, and I couldn't put my paws on FE11 until recently. I played Awakening at a friend's flat, didn't buy Fates until 2017 because I felt like it didn't fit with what I loved about FE, until I actually played it and fell in love all over again with the series
I still haven't played FE4 because I just cannot with its gameplay, but I have read different translations of the script multiple times by now :'))
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“Naaarf! Your tail looks like a zig-zag!”
#Animaniacs#Pinky and the Brain#PATB#Brain#Pinky#My art#Just picturing how they met as teeny babies#I'd pay anything to get a backstory episode
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Bestie, I know your requests are closed, but when there open again, we need a part two to ‘you hung the moon’ where maybe the team meets the r at the office how many years later when she goes to see Hotch, and she’s still as happy as ever, and it’s basically all fluff.
Okay this was sent in ages ago but I always loved the idea and I finally wrote a teeny blurb for it 😁
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader
Warnings: pregnancy, alcohol mention
You Hung the Moon
Imaginary Wife
“So Hotch, are we ever going to get to meet the missus?” Derek asked with a raised brow.
“What is with you and your guys’ concern about my wife?” Aaron asked, quite playfully.
“Well we’ve worked with you for years man and I’ve never seen her, I’m not entirely sure she exists,”
“Morgan, I have my wedding picture on my desk,” he countered.
“I think Derek’s right,” JJ added. “That could just be photoshopped, Garcia could’ve done it for you,”
Aaron rolled his eyes at his younger co-workers, you were definitely very real.
“You know there’s an easy solution to all this,” Rossi waved his hand about. “Why don’t we all have dinner at my place, tomorrow,”
“Dave,” Aaron pressed his lips in a thin line. “I-I’m not too sure that’s a great idea,”
“Why not? It’s a fantastic idea!” he exclaimed. “Plus I’ve already met her what’s the big deal,”
“It’s just (Y/N)’s got to be a little careful with what she eats right now I don’t really want to make it too complicated-,”
“Wait, you married a dieter?” Now Penelope was in on the conversation. “How does she do it?”
“Garcia she’s not a dieter, she’s-,”
“Hey pretty boy!”
Out of instinct, Derek turned around, but was met with an unfamiliar face entering the bullpen, all the while Aaron seemed to have the biggest smile on his.
You walked straight up to him, placing a forgotten lunch on the table before he stood up to greet you with a kiss.
“Hi, pretty lady. We were just talking about you,”
“Oh really?”
You looked over at the rest of the team and waved to which a few of them, mouths agape waved back.
“Mhmm, they didn’t think you were real since they hadn’t met you yet,”
“It’s like you with the dishes,” you joked. “As long as you can’t see them they don’t exist,”
That made him chuckle and the whole group of profilers thought that somehow you had kidnapped their boss and taken him to an alternate dimension and replaced him with whoever this was.
“And Garcia, as I was saying she’s not a dieter, she’s just-,”
“Pregnant,” you finished.
As if it wasn’t obvious you did have about five months worth of belly to prove it.
“So you’ve all met her now we don’t have to do this dinner thing,” Aaron seemed very pleased with himself but you had different thoughts.
“Dinner? Aaron, that would be nice,” you hummed. “I haven’t gotten much of a chance to get to know you all yet,”
Before Aaron could say anything Dave interjected.
“We could get together at my place tomorrow,” he said. “You can call me and let me know what you can and can’t eat,”
“Awesome, thank you Dave,” you smiled. “Well, as much as I would love to stick around I bolted over here on my lunch break,” you sighed. “I’ve got about thirty, nine-year-olds waiting to learn about multiplication,”
“Thank you for bringing this,” Aaron pointed to the bagged lunch before giving you a smooch.
He then bent down so he was at eye level with your stomach pressing a sweet little kiss to its centre to say goodbye to your baby.
Once he came back up you stole one last kiss before heading back out towards the door.
“Bye pretty boy,”
“I love you pretty lady,” he waved back and as soon as the elevator doors closed the shock of the team dissipated and there was a cacophony of arguments.
“Okay so not only is she real she’s also pregnant?!” Derek exclaimed. “Hotch when were you going to tell us? When your kid turns five?”
“And since when do you use pet names?” JJ asked.
“Since always?” he shrugged. “I’ve known her since the summer before I started college,”
“But you’re so-so different with her than at work?” Penelope frowned. “It’s like there’s two Hotchs,”
“Garcia, that’s called being professional,” Aaron chuckled a little. “Look, you met her and you’re going to see her again tomorrow so why don’t you save some of your questions for then,”
“Okay, but one more,” Dave chimed in. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“A girl,” Aaron smiled. His little girl that he had no doubt would look exactly like her mama.
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“Aaron your shoulders are so tense, loosen up a bit,” you came behind your husband and gave him a squeeze before pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“I’m allowed to be stressed (N/N), as much as I love the team they can-,”
“Be a bit much? Pretty boy, I’m an elementary school teacher who’s pregnant. A bit much is how I live my life,” you teased, turning him around and undoing his tie and tossing it on the bed before unbuttoning his collar. “Much better,” you smiled. “Lose the jacket too,”
He sighed, but listened to your instructions, unable to hide his smile. One thing that had never changed for worse between you both was how much he loved you. If anything each day he found reasons to love you more.
“What do you think?” you asked, motioning to your own outfit,a long flowy maternity dress with a cardigan overtop. For jewelry you were wearing a matching set of earrings and a necklace that Aaron had bought you for your anniversary along with your wedding ring, something Aaron was thankful to have inherited from his mother’s side of the family especially since getting married in a college student’s budget was already tight.
“You look amazing as usual,” he smiled. “What does the baby think? Are mommy and daddy good to go?” he asked, wrapping his hands around your stomach and feeling a faint kick.
“I think our sweet little girl thinks we’re ready,” you laughed. “Come on, let’s go before I have to drag you over to Dave’s,”
Aaron rolled his eyes and you prepared to leave the house together, getting into the car and driving off to, as you liked to call it, Rossi manor.
“Hey look who’s here, the guest of honour,” Dave greeted when you walked into the house.
“Oh please,” you chuckled, giving the man a hug. “How are you?”
“Not too bad, although one more minute alone with those guys and I might’ve had to take drastic measures.”
That made you giggle and you looked over to Aaron who shook his head and handed Dave the gift you had brought for that night.
“Wine, yes they really do not need more of that so I’m going to hide it,” Dave said. “But I did get you a non alcoholic one, it was Caroline’s favourite when she was expecting,”
“Thanks Dave you really didn’t have to-,”
“See look I told you we totally met her, she’s real,” Penelope pointed over to you and pushed one of the team members you hadn’t yet met in your direction.
“Hi,” you laughed, “I’m the imaginary wife and mother of his child,”
“I’m Emily,” she shook your outstretched hand and you looked over to see if there was anyone else you hadn’t met.
“And you haven’t met this guy either,” Derek said, pointing to who you assumed Aaron had told you was Spencer. “I know you call that one pretty boy,” he motioned to Aaron. “But Reid’s the pretty boy of our office,”
Introductions were down and you thought things had started smoothly, even though Aaron seemed to be extremely protective of you which you found odd given he had told you that he trusted his team with his life on many occasions.
Dinner was ready shortly after and you all made your way to the dining room where you started to chat and eat, exchanging both office and home life stories.
“So how did you guys meet?” JJ inquired. “Hotch tells us it was the summer before college but that’s about all we can get from him,”
“Well he’s not lying,” you started. “Are you sure you don’t wanna tell it?” you looked over at Aaron and asked him.
“I can tell if you want me to,” he nodded.
“Please do, you share it much better than I can,”
Aaron put down his fork and knife before wiping his hands with a napkin and figuring out where to start.
You loved listening to him share the story of how you met and fell in love because he shared the small things, the little details you never knew he had picked up on, and it really did show how well you knew each other and how far along you had come.
The team listened attentively as he shared, the story coming close to your favourite part, how he proposed.
“So I took her up to that favourite spot of hers, right outside of town. We had a small picnic dinner, nothing super special considering we were on a tight budget already, but after the sun set and the stars came out I took out my grandmother’s wedding ring and asked her to marry me,” he smiled fondly over at you while you squeezed his hand under the table. “Still the best decision of my life,”
“So you got married when you were twenty?” Penelope asked.
You nodded.
“Then why have you kept her a secret all this time?” Derek joked.
“I wouldn’t call it a secret,” Aaron offered.
“He’s just protective of me. Always has been,” you interjected. “And now with the baby he really doesn’t wanting me touching Quantico with a ten foot pole,”
That earned a laugh from the table and conversation continued. You leaned over and pressed a quick discreet kiss to Aaron’s cheek.
“What was that for?”
“A thank you for telling my favourite story, pretty boy,” you grinned.
“Anytime pretty lady, really,” he smiled. “Anytime,”
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner fanfic#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner one shot#aaron hotchner blurb#hotch x reader#hotch blurb#hotch x you
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finding out their s/o is pregnant ft. haikyuu
Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x female! reader, Hinata Shouyo x female! Reader, Kozume Kenma x female! reader, Miya Atsumu x female! reader, Oikawa Tooru x female! reader, Sawamura Daichi x female! reader, Tendou Satori x female! reader
Rating: pg 13?
Genre: PURE FLUFF, established relationships, mood swing, a tiny fight with slight jealousy on Oikawa’s part, and some crackheadedness :)
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and anxiety
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary/ Request: “hi hi hi !! i just found your page and i love it it's so cute uwu🤩
could i request hc/drabble (anything really) of finding out their s/o is pregnant with tendou, daichi, hinata, bokuto, atsumu, kenma, oikawa
just a crumb of something to itch my brain please 👉🏻👈🏻”
A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting this. I had such a lovely time writing this and being all mushy. Just like all my other works, I had to find a way to make it a teeny bit of crackheaded. I hope you enjoy this work and thank you again. Also thank you to @meowstea for helping me brainstorm this (I adore you). Thank you to @plutointhestars and @jeonsjiddies for beta reading this for me. Requests are open, just please read my rules before sending in an ask. Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)
Bokuto Koutarou
It was your five-year anniversary with Bokuto and instead of going out, Bokuto wanted to be your personal chef for the night.
Weeks prior to your anniversary date, Bokuto spent his free time watching cooking videos and memorizing recipes of foods that had your eyes glimmer.
Seeing all his hard work and puppy eyes, how could you say no.
So here you were, admiring the love of your life happily cook a meal for you.
The delightful aroma causes you to unconsciously rub your growing tummy, the aroma making your mouth water.
You were currently twelve weeks pregnant and you’ve thought of ways to tell Bokuto but all ideas that came through your head didn’t seem like enough.
“Hey, honey? Did you hear me?”
“Sorry Bo, what did you say?”
“I was thinking now that we are married, you know, we could maybe start trying for a baby?”His words had you freeze in your spot.
You weren’t sure if you felt relieved or a bit terrified of being put on the spot.
Almost if he sensed your silence, he turned around with the frying pan in hand starting to mutter apologies for being blunt.
Before he could get any more words out, you interrupted him but didn’t meet his eyes.
“We are pregnant, Bo.” You whispered and closed your eyes as you waited for anything to ease you.
Instead of being met with his words, you heard the frying pan clatter on the floor.
“What?”
You took a deep breath and prepared to meet his disappointed face but instead, you were met with a teary-eyed Bokuto.
Quickly, you made your way to your husband and pulled him towards you.
You sat him down on the chair you were in and you took his large hand in yours to place a kiss on his knuckles before directing his palm to rest on your growing tummy.
Bokuto’s eyes fluttered shut as he started to fully process it, his large hand on your tummy making you feel happy.
Once his eyes opened, Bokuto pulled you into his lap and covered your face with sweet kisses while whispering the sweetest words only for your ears.
“Baby, I love you so much! Thank you for making me so damn happy!”
Your heart was full of utter warmth and happiness that you felt like you were on cloud nine.
Hinata Shouyo
Hinata treated you like a queen. He always wanted to take you to the most beautiful restaurants with a perfect scenery just to see you glow in happiness.
Of course, you mentioned that you were happy with just being cuddled against his warm body at home but he always said that his queen deserves the best.
So that brings you to one of the fanciest restaurants that you have ever been to.
You felt a bit uncomfortable because of how your fancy clothes clung to your growing belly. Your worried mind raced through different scenarios that you completely missed the waiter asking you what you would like to drink.
“We would like a bottle of wine. Tonight feels like a special night.”
Without thinking you answered, “No, I can’t drink alcohol for nine months. It’s bad for the baby.”
“Nine months? Baby?” Hinata muttered under his breath until it hit him.
The waiter and Hinata looked at you with wide eyes and it took you a moment to realize what you had said.
“Surprise?” You shyly giggled at their reactions.
Before you could say anything more, Hinata jumped out of his chair to pull you into his arms.
“Hey everyone, I’m going to be a dad!” The waiter and the people that were sitting near you congratulated the two of you.
Hinata’s hands cupped your face and placed a loving kiss on your lips and thanked you for making him the happiest person in the universe.
Kozume Kenma
It was Kenma’s birthday and by his request, it was just a day at home. He wanted to spend his special day with the most important person to him in the comfort of your shared home.
And of course, you could not deny his request.
You planned to make his favorite food while he played a few of his favorite games.
While you waited for the food to simmer, you pulled out Kenma’s special gift and opened it to make sure everything was perfect for the thousandth time.
Today was the day you were finally going to tell him that you were carrying his child. You didn’t know how much longer you could continue to hide it since your belly was starting to show as each week passed.
You set up the dining table and called Kenma to come to eat with you.
Your heart pounded in your chest when you saw your boyfriend walk into the dining room with a smile on his face.
“Happy Birthday, baby! Before we eat, I do have a really special gift for you.”
With shaky hands, you handed Kenma the gift. You carefully watched his every move as he opened the box in his hands.
“Player three is coming in 2022?”
He read out loud, clearly confused as he looked up at you.“We are having another person in our relationship?”
Kenma looked like a puppy that’s been kicked as his eyes watered and you panicked.
“Baby, no! Look at the rest of the box.” Your hand caressed his cheek as he pulled out an ultrasound picture from the box.
Once it hit him, Kenma giggled and pulled you to sit on his lap. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and sighed happily.
“So that’s why you have been wearing my clothes lately. Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” Kenma whispered contently against your neck.
Miya Atsumu
It was the last set of the game. One more point and your boyfriend’s team would win the team.
It was the last game of the season and Atsumu asked you to come to see him play.
He wanted to go to the game with you by his side but you had other plans for him.
Of course, there was no way he didn’t leave the house with a huge pout on his face. So you had to bribe him with cooking his favorite meal when you came home together.
Almost immediately when he left, your best friend, Osamu’s girlfriend, pulled up to your parking lot, waiting for you to head to Atsumu's big game.
“The poster’s in the back seat, I wrote what you sent in the last text and before you ask, the ultrasound is there too.”
Your nerves grew as you saw your boyfriend prepare to set the last point. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm your nerves.
Once you opened your eyes, you saw that Atsumu was looking right at you and smiled when your eyes met. He immediately hit the ball and scored right away.
When Atsumu scored the winning point, his teammates rushed up to him to celebrate.
Osamu’s girlfriend nudged your side as you both made your way to your boyfriend on the court.
Osamu saw the two of you head closer to the court and he called his twin over, already knowing what was going to happen.
Your body shook with nerves as you turned the poster around to let Atsumu read it.
“Congratulations Dad?”
Shaking his head at his twin, Osamu smacked the back of Atsumu’s head as he pointed to the ultrasound.
When it clicked in his head, Atsumu dropped himself onto his knees and nuzzled his face onto your baby bump.
“My beautiful prize, thank you.”
Oikawa Tooru
You knew it wasn’t Oikawa’s fault but who would stay calm when the waiter wouldn’t stop flirting with your husband right in front of you.
It surely didn’t help that your pregnancy heightened almost all of your emotions.
Oikawa knew you were no longer enjoying the meal when he saw you unintentionally playing with your food.
He tried to talk to you but all he would get was really short answers. He could no longer sit there when he saw you get teary-eyed so he held your hand and walked out of the restaurant after he paid for the meal.
The ride to your shared home was silent, you avoided your husband’s concerned eyes by looking outside the passenger window.
Once you got home, you kept on walking ahead of Oikawa and the feeling of his eyes burning the back of your head riled you so much more.
“Baby, let’s talk. What’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong.”
“No, I don’t. Baby, you’re acting like a pregnant woman.”
“That’s because I am, you giant idiot.”
Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words as his mouth trembled.
“You what?”
“You know what I said, you big dummy.”
His arm reached out to you and pulled you into his chest. He placed one of his hands on the nape of your neck while the other rested on your lower back.
“I know, baby. Just wanted to hear you say it again just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.”
“I am carrying your child, Tooru.”
His hold on your body became tighter as you said it again.
“My dream has become true, thank you.”
Sawamura Daichi
Nothing about today seemed out of the ordinary, just another casual day where you took a stroll in the park, hand in hand with Daichi.
Every step you took had you feeling sudden happiness that made your eyes tear up.
There were days where you would feel like this but those days were starting to feel like they were happening very often.
You took the time to not only admire the beautiful park but your boyfriend.
He seemed very distracted by whatever he was looking at so you followed his gaze and it led you to a playground full of toddlers.
Your heart fluttered at the sight of Daichi unconsciously smiling.
The endearing moment came to an end when a little boy ran up to you with a woman running right behind him.
“Congrats, you have a child in there!” The little boy pointed at your tummy before turning back to the woman who was a few steps away.
Daichi’s eyes were stuck on your stomach while you started recalling the tiniest of things.
Your hold on Daichi’s hand tightened when you remembered that your period hasn’t come.
Your eyes met your boyfriend’s and it’s as if you both had the same thought.
That’s what led you to this moment, Daichi sitting along with you on the bathroom floor as you wait for the results of three pregnancy tests.
The timer on your phone went off and your heart pounded violently against your chest as you turned the timer off.
Your boyfriend’s hand reached for yours as if telling you that he’d be by your side regardless of the situation.
His free hand reached for the pregnancy tests sitting beside you and counted to three to see the final results
One…
Two…
And three positive tests that had Daichi’s eyes and yours simultaneously tear up.
Before you could say anything, his lips crashed against yours as he cupped your face in the palm of his hands.
“I’ll be here for the two of you, always and forever.”
Tendou Satori
Your husband, Tendou, went out to go buy a couple of things needed at home and medicine since you were feeling a bit under the weather.
But the thing you didn’t tell him was that you were late.
One of your friends had come over minutes after Tendou left to give you a few pregnancy tests because you wanted to make sure before you told him anything.
You couldn’t bear to spend every minute sitting down by the tests so you paced around the bed until your alarm went off.
Without peeking at the pregnancy tests, you sat down on Tendou’s side of the bed and held his pillow in your arms, his scent instantly calming you.
When you felt ready, you flipped each test around to be met with a bold “Pregnant” on the screen.
You stayed frozen on the bed as you continued to stare at the tests in slight disbelief.
You couldn’t tell how long you stayed frozen but you knew it was a while when your husband walked through the door, rambling.
“Hey, Princess. I found these really cute shoes that couldn’t wait for the future.”
“Princess, what are you- Oh!”
His eyes landed on the positive pregnancy tests and he softly cooed at you. Tendou sat right in front of you and caressed the apple of your cheeks as he whispered sweet words to comfort you.
He gently laid on the bed with you right against him and peppered tiny kisses on your forehead.
“I knew those baby shoes were calling to me for some reason.”
#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu headcanons#bokuto koutarou#bokuto koutarou x reader#bokuto koutarou fluff#hinata shouyo#hinata shouyo x reader#hinata shouyo fluff#kozume kenma#kozume kenma x reader#kozume kenma fluff#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#miya atsumu fluff#oikawa tooru#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa tooru fluff#sawamura daichi#sawamura daichi x reader#sawamura daichi fluff#tendou satori#tendou satori x reader#tendou satori fluff#bokuto x reader#hinata x reader#kenma x reader#atsumu x reader#oikawa x reader#daichi x reader
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i’ve had Donatella Aquato on the brain lately, lads.
a big issue i (and a lot of others) have with Donatella is how passive aggressive and guilt-trippy she is towards Raz. And how it’s just kind of... played off? which is fucked up
so here are some hcs/concepts for some Donatella lore/character development for your consideration
(contains spoilers for the whole Psychonauts franchise)
aight so first things first: i want Hollis and Donatella to reconcile. I picture them going to the bowling alley and having some drinks and just kind of bickering the first time but as time goes on they just start vibing and going out for drinks more often (sometimes Milla will join too!)
they’re all friends your honor. its not a picture-perfect friendship; they don’t always agree and at times things can get a bit heated and they argue but they balance each other out.
Hollis enjoys the occasional Aquato-brand whimsy and acknowledges Dona’s skill as an acrobat/athlete while Dona really admires Hollis’ more grounded demeanor and her leadership skills. she’s also grateful that this person who she sees as level-headed and a good leader is one of the people who’s looking out for Raz and helping him in areas (i.e. irt psychic stuff) that she herself cannot
i think a little while post-psychonauts 2 Hollis approaches Donatella with an offer of being a pseudo-instructor for physical education for the junior agents (and maybe the senior agents too-- the ones that aren’t too stuck up/prideful, that is)
and Donatella’s like “well don’t expect me to give away any family secrets but i can help you stretch these children; i’ve done it like 5 times already i’m basically an expert”
P.E. instructor Donatella arc is basically what i’m getting at here like think of the potential for goofs. think of the junior agents thinking they’re hot shit only to get dunked on by a gaggle of gangly acrobats who’re like “god you can’t just do a backflip? it’s so easy what the hell”
as for how her treatment of Raz gets addressed:
it doesn’t happen immediately; it takes a lot of conversations with Hollis and Milla for her to start thinking “hm. maybe the things i’ve said to my 10 year old son about how he ‘betrayed’ us after he fuckin ran away bc he was unhappy and thought we’d hate him if he flat out told us he was psychic are not that great actually”
i think a pivotal moment would be Hollis opening up a little (and I mean a little itsy-bitsy teeny-weenie little bit) about her strained relationship with her family for Donatella to start to have that ‘oh no. what have i done’ moment that Augustus has during the first game
that line from the maternity ward in Hollis’ mind; the one from the parents that are like “when will (this baby) achieve our unfulfilled ambitions?” really sticks out to me. i think Hollis and Dona being able to relate to that in the sense that their parents wanted to live vicariously through their children and their children’s achievements would be real cool
i like to imagine that Donatella was a gymnast before she met Augustus. her mother was one of those moms that push their kids really hard in sports/pageants/etc so they can swoop in and share in the glory without really doing anything
so Dona had to put up with having that type of mom her whole life. her mother was very strict and controlling in all aspects of her life-- she wasn’t allowed to wear make-up, she couldn’t eat certain things-- it was uber fucked up and she hated it, but she also put up with it because it’s her mother
until she gets injured and sidelined during training for a competition. Dona’s mom rips into her for getting hurt (which is awful bc she was more pissed that Dona couldn’t compete than she was concerned bc her daughter got injured) and they get into a massive fight that ends up with Dona leaving the house despite her injuries bc she’s just so pissed
the Aquato family circus also happened to be in town so heh... u know.... funny how these things work out huh
When Dona meets Augustus they don’t go from strangers to madly-in-love like instantly. in morrpeko’s house we don’t do ‘love-at-first-sight’ tropes; we need history. we need to fan the embers before they burst into flames my friends
so over the course of a season (spring-summer probably) they become friends. they bond over... gymnastics and acrobatics and stuff. everything’s going great until the Aquato’s are getting ready to leave
both Dona and Augustus are kind of devastated bc they were best friends by this point!! they don’t want to say goodbye, but they’re young and have no other choice.
so they part ways and it’s real sad
.......until next spring/summer when the circus comes back into town!!!
and they’re so happy to see each other again! they make up for lost time and hang out all the time! and Augustus is thrilled bc he thought she would’ve forgotten about him by now and Dona missed Augustus bc they were partners in crime, and she like the circus and all the performers there! everyone was nice and they just seemed to be good to each other like a big family and Dona’s like “god i wish that were me”
cut to the Aquatos leaving for the second time; Augustus and all the other performers and Nona promising to be back next spring/summer
and Dona finds herself wishing she could go with them, but she doesn’t. and she has to spend the next half a year tolerating her overbearing mother and her stupid rules and how she would take credit for everything her daughter did like she wasn’t even there.
those months alone made Donatella realize how unhappy she was. and her coming to the realization that she doesn’t want to keep being miserable and she might want to be an acrobat. so she makes the mistake of telling her mother
and her mother is livid. she shuts her down and guilt-trips and manipulates the shit out of her, and by this point Dona knows that her mother doesn’t care about her being happy, she just cares about what she achieves and flaunts her like a trophy
so she makes a decision. a decision that frightens and excites her in equal measure, and she just gets more resolute as spring/summer approaches
and the next time the Aquatos leave, she’s going with them, damn it! she’s taking charge of her own happiness. and even though it hurt back then, and it still hurts now, now that Dona is a lot older and has a family of her own, she doesn’t regret it
but when she realizes that Raz might’ve felt as awful as she did when she chose to leave? that he made the decision to run away because he was miserable and unhappy? that Dona might’ve unconsciously been saying the same kind of shit that her mother said to her? she’s devastated
she’s mad at herself and she just wants to undo all the awful things she’s ever said but she can’t. because you can’t change the past and you can’t just magically fix everything. so once she gets her shit together she starts pulling her kids aside and apologizing. promising to do better by them and vowing to not lie or hide things anymore
and that’s all i got cause this entire thing has been a big stream of consciousness
thanks for reading
#psychonauts 2#donatella aquato#morrpeko's writing tag#fun fact i have a draft of a donatella & raz reconciliation fic on my notepad app of my phone#will i finish it? perhaps#not likely but perhaps nonetheless#also near the end my brain burnt out so i dont think i was able to convey just how gut punching i imagine the last 3rd of this being#and also iiidk if i articulated everything like how i wanted to but im tired so i have decided to pass away (dies)
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I posted my newest one shot earlier; here is the link if you prefer to read on Ao3. BUT, the fic is only 1.5k words so Imma just post it under the cut here, for those that prefer to read on Tumblr! Enjoy the time travel drama!
Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes; What’s the Difference?
Tommy… doesn't know how to feel. The last two months were… wonderful. Genuinely some of the most fun he's ever had and… he was pretending to be someone else. These memories he's so fond of (these memories he knows the person involved is equally as fond of) can never be theirs. He had purposefully lied to him, and they still believed the lies even when there were glaring problems and inconsistencies with everything he’s said and done…
The truth is Tommy hadn't been living in the right time for the past two months. According to Karl, the one who had brought him back home, he had slipped through a crack in time and landed centuries in the past. Tommy had figured that out quickly himself, what with being face to face with a little Technoblade not long after the jump through eras.
Techno had been tiny, barely ten years old, and so grateful that Tommy had saved him from a slave trader, that he refused to leave Tommy's side. Tommy hadn't known what to do (would this mess with time, had Techno meant to be caught there and saved later? Was Techno meant to free himself from the slavers?). He was confused, so he had stumbled around, like a new-born calf, allowing Techno to follow him like a baby duckling, while trying to reveal as little about himself as possible.
When little Techno had asked how Tommy had gotten so strong, Tommy, flattered, couldn't resist teaching the kid the same techniques older Techno had taught him. When Techno was struggling to go to sleep, he'd tell the Greek myths he knew future Techno favoured. When Techno started feeling confident enough to ask Tommy questions about his life, Tommy realised there was something… wrong about everything going on.
Tommy and Wilbur were Phil's kids and Techno was Phil's much cooler friend that, while growing up, both Tommy and Wilbur were always trying to get the approval of. Techno would indulge them, but it only ever seemed to be for Phil's benefit. Tommy had asked Techno once why Techno seemed to put everything aside for Phil, and Techno had happily shared a story from before Techno was as immortal as Tommy’s dad. A story where Phil had saved him, had travelled with him, taught him how to fight and told him amazing stories. Techno spoke like he wouldn't have the life he has now if it wasn't for Phil, that he'd never have tried for immortality if Phil wasn't there, and Tommy had thought maybe his dad was a little cooler than he initially thought.
(If Phil was ever asked how they first met, he'd talk of a realm a bunch of immortals were forced into for the amusement of the Gods. Talk about an Empire they worked on together to be able to survive it all. Tommy would always notice a sad gleam in Techno's eyes when the story was shared, and when Tommy asked why Phil never shared the story of a younger Techno, he was told that Phil forgot a lot of things in his old age.)
As Tommy had sat with a young Techno, who looked at Tommy like he hung the stars in the sky and was asking pointed questions about Tommy's age and life, Tommy had… caved. Answers flinging from his tongue, just… not the answers Tommy is sure he should be giving.
"I am old, you kind of lose count when you're immortal. You can call me Philza."
"You're immortal?" Little Techno had questioned, eyes gleaming and…
It was the same look older Techno had when he reminiscences about the first few months he knew Phil. Tommy's not sure if he accidentally took his dad's place in time or if he was always the Philza Techno thought back on fondly, but… he couldn't ruin their friendship. Their friendship which started with a rescue and a few lessons. A rescue and lesson Tommy had been the one to give…
Everything… Everything was alright.
He fed the lie.
Switching his clothes out with greens and a stupid looking bucket hat (that was eerily close to his dad's). Calling Techno 'mate' fondly as he gets Techno his own new clothes (and he hopes when he says red is Techno's colour that, that isn't why future Techno's cape is red… Techno had always been fonder of blue after all, and he’d hate to know a silly passing remark influenced his fashion sense that much…). They hang out and… although he's acting like his dad, he enjoys his time. Having a kid follow him around and asking him questions is surprisingly fun (no wonder Tubbo and Ranboo adopted). Having Techno's undivided attention and praise is literally the best (even when it's teeny tiny Techno… Tommy supposes he can't stop himself from chasing after Techno's approval no matter his form).
Of course, he knew the lie would come to an end. He knew Techno and 'Philza' split after two months, he just didn't know it would be in the form of Karl Jacobs. But apparently, he's a time traveller and he disappears from the SMP to solve problems in the time continuity (this time of course being Tommy himself). Techno doesn't want 'Philza' to go and Tommy has to bend the truth a little. Immortals sometimes got dragged off into trails by the Gods (true) and that Tommy was disappearing for an undisclosed amount of time due to this (lie), but maybe if Techno became an immortal himself, they'd be able to see each other again (true).
Techno had held his pinkie finger out and it was the cutest thing he thinks he's ever seen (he wants to take a picture of it, but that would give him away, betray his lie someday). Tommy hooks their fingers together and drops the stupid bucket hat on Techno's head.
"Give me that when the next meet, yeah?" Might as well give Techno and his dad a reason to talk when they finally meet each other.
"Then…" Techno holds out a gold necklace. "Give me this next time we meet."
This… was never mentioned in either of their stories, but Tommy knows what that is. He's seen Tubbo's kid Michael with it… Piglin Gold. Every Piglin is given a necklace of gold when they're young, a sign that the Nether is always with them. It's precious, something only shared with family. Techno wanted Phil to return this, but if Tommy takes it… Phil can't return it. And yet…
Techno is determined, even as his hands shake like he's afraid of rejection and… Tommy can't leave him like this.
"I'll take care of it," he promises, as he wraps it around his neck.
Techno smiles and…
Tommy's gone. Back to his own time. With two worried friends and Piglin Gold wrapped around his neck. He… he doesn't know what to do…
He had actively lied to Techno. It wasn’t malicious in intent, but… Techno had spent his entire life following after Philza and Phil was oblivious and yet… their friendship was genuine, was the kind of friendship others would envy (like Tubbo and Tommy’s friendship) and… he couldn’t interfere with that in the past, so why would he interfere with it now?
He won’t. Doesn’t think it would ever be possible to interfere with such a powerful bond (even if it didn’t begin how Techno believed it did… they’re still a perfectly matched friendship; there was no Techno without Phil and there was no Phil without Techno), but… what does he do with the Piglin Gold?
He doesn’t know if Phil had spoken some lie to appease Techno, or if Techno had gone searching through Phil’s things and never found it. Doesn’t know if Piglin Gold was possible to track down, because if it was what could Tommy say if Techno finds him with it?
He doesn’t know what to do, so he focuses on Tubbo and Ranboo and their worries over him and… the Piglin Gold feels heavier and tighter around his neck everyday he doesn’t return it (every time he doesn’t confess the truth to Techno). And…
He can’t keep it.
But he can't ruin Techno and Phil’s friendship.
So…
He sneaks to Techno’s Cabin like he’s done hundreds of times before. He slips in undetected and hides the Piglin Gold in a chest Techno hopefully won’t instantly stumble towards (it would be hard to think the necklace was put there by Phil, if he stumbles across it with Phil beside him). It’s back, he’s returned it, but…
It’s not enough.
He finds a piece of paper and writes down a hurried message (sorry this took so long to return) and leaves the cabin. No one needs to know he was ever there.
(And no one ever does. The next time Tommy sees Techno, he’s wearing the Piglin Gold proudly, listening to Phil with adoration and narrowing his eyes as Tommy gets too close. Things are as they always should be, and yet… sometimes when Tommy lies in bed, he thinks of a young Technoblade who looks at him like he is his entire world, and he aches knowing that reality was forever an impossibility. To Technoblade, he’ll always be Tommy the betrayer and Phil will always be the one that saved him as child and showed him the world…)
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Shallow love
Word count: 2,128
Pairing: Nacht x reader
Warnings: SPOILER ALERT, swearing, teeny bit of gore, insecurities, I probaby butchered his character >.< I´m so sorry, baby
A/N: NACHT APPEARS IN TODAY´S EPISODE SO OMG I HAD TO POST THIS!!!!
okay so
Nacht is my second favorite Black Clover character and yes, I am currently: freaking out. also he has Dabi´s VA so: perfection.
I will definitely post more about him in the future! I just wanted to get this out today since it just fit so well <333 I´ll be back to regular posting in April
You didn´t think that you would ever be able to feel peace again and go back to your normal life after the attack of the Diamond kingdom.
And yet here you were, in the calm after the storm.
It was weird. Everything was in chaos, the villages and overall buildings were even more destroyed than when the eye of the midnight sun attacked.
Everything was as per usual at the Black Bull´s base, nothing out of the ordinary except for Yami forcing Nacht to stay now.
You´ve known him for a long time now, being the first member of the squad, and you never could read him. He always intrigued you.
And yet he also always made you distance yourself from him.
Nacht was the type of guy who was too blunt for his own good. You appreciated honesty, but he just always made it hurt.
You knew full well that you weren´t an innocent little lamb, but who was?
What irked you most about him was how badly he thought and spoke about his own squad, to this day you asked yourself why he even joined in the first place, he could´ve just as easily denied Yami´s order.
Sure, Yami could be persistent, but that wouldn´t stop someone like Nacht.
There had to be more to the two of them but over the years you learned that you just didn´t want to know.
Every time you approached Nacht about it he just shut you off and reminded you of all your flaws again.
Like he always did. With everyone.
Except for Asta, like everyone, he took a liking to the little guy.
Though, you had to admit Nacht seemed more open and approachable after the war. And yet you didn´t.
Instead you watched him at first reluctantly, over time without any hesitation, becoming rather friendly, talking to the rest of the squad.
In all those years you have known him you always asked yourself whether you really did. You highly doubted it.
You just couldn´t figure him out. Did he just wear a mask? Were all of his infuriating smiles for show? Was it all a game to him? What were his goals?
And why…
No. You didn´t want to think about that.
What was the point anyway? Anyone got a crush at some point, the only difference was that crushes usually didn´t last this long.
Especially if said person didn´t pay you any mind unless they were insulting you.
Nacht mostly stayed to himself, making it known he didn´t want anything to do with the rest of the squad.
Though like anyone else who stayed with them for a long amount of time, he warmed up to everyone.
Still, he had his moments and didn´t exactly change his opinion. Because in his world people couldn´t change, they just didn´t.
And that made you sad.
Because deep down you just wanted him to acknowledge you, to tell you that you weren´t as bad as he thought, that you were a good person.
But at one point being around him just hurt. You cared too much, thought too much about him, it kept you awake at night.
If only you went out of your room into the kitchen where he would stay because of the same problem.
Especially since that day…
You were surrounded. Everywhere you looked you saw black, greedy eyes. The devils were everywhere and all hope seemed lost. You couldn´t rely on Asta only anymore, he already went through enough. He shouldn´t fight your battles for you just because he had strong powers, he was just a little boy.
And yet there he was, fighting ferociously, once again defeating the devil that came to slay everyone that day all those centuries ago.
It was hard to keep at least somewhat of an overview, everything seemed in shambles and the screams and cries of everyone were deafening.
You really shouldn´t be focusing on Nacht right now, now was not the time. Not that there ever was an appropriate time for that anyway.
But of course you just couldn´t help yourself, your eyes wandered to him frequently even as you told them to stop.
Though in this instance it might have not been that bad.
Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was about to do, everything around you faded away, you felt numb and your body moved on its own to prevent him from going through with his plan.
“Please die with me” were the last things that left his lips that shut your brain off and made you move automatically. They weren´t uttered to you, Nacht didn´t even look in your direction, it was none of your business.
Even still you couldn´t just stand by idly and watch him die, watch one of the only chances you had at winning die, watch the man you hated to love die.
The little devil on his shoulder looked scared as your gaze met him and honestly, you could understand it all too well.
You were scared too but now wasn´t a time for fear, you needed to stop him at all costs.
“That´s the stupidest thing you ever said!” you screamed out as you were still running towards him.
Finally his head turned to you, he still had that infuriating smile on his lips, though it was so sad this time.
“It´s the only way…” he replied.
“You don´t know that! You can´t know that! You can´t just throw you life away like that, it won´t change anything! In fact it will… we will lose. We will lose so much more than just the fight, don´t you understand that? You´re not more or less important than the rest of us and you´re our vice captain, so it´s my duty to stop you from sacrificing yourself!” you said, grabbing his shoulders and frantically panting, you looked at him aghast, shocked, eyes wide and searching for something...anything in his eyes that wasn´t dull.
“Then we´re all going to die, but it´s so typical of you to be so selfish” he told you, his tone as entitled as always.
“You´re selfish too, you know that?” you whispered, averting your eyes.
“You can´t just run away from your responsibilities. It isn´t right” you stood your ground, balling your fists in anger and frustration.
“It´s the only way, why do you even try to stop me?” he sighed, looking at you. He was feeling quite frustrated now too, what were you trying to achieve? If he didn´t make this sacrifice so many more people would die, didn´t you care about them? Wasn´t it your job to protect everyone? So why were you trying to desperately to save him out of all people?
“Because I care. A lot. We all do. And yes it´s selfish, you´re right about that. We´re all selfish losers and assholes but you know what? We do it best and we´re goddamn proud not to be as picture perfect as all the others. That´s what defines us. And you don´t have to agree with that, but I´m fucking stubborn so don´t think for even a second that I´ll let you go through with your stupid plan!” you looked at him with such emotion, such passion, it made his heart ache with a foreign familiarity.
Nacht never paid you any more mind than he did the others, just thinking all of you were useless. That was why he was so surprised that someone would voluntarily want to save him.
He treated you like shit, sure it was more out of a defense mechanism cause he couldn´t bear leaving people behind, having people worry about him, he already had enough guilt to carry.
But hearing your words was like a revelation to him.
Maybe he still had a role to play in life, maybe his story wasn´t over yet and just maybe could he live his life without having to fulfill anything, but solely for himself and the ones he cared about.
Maybe it was finally time to start caring more than he was ready to admit, to take a step into the unknown and discover it with…
You.
It had always been you, he realized as he saw your desperate face, your hands on his shoulders, all dirty from fighting and yet feeling warmer than any fire ever could.
“Yes, maybe living might not be that bad” he tilted his head, smiling at you.
You felt an intense amount of relief wash over you as you gave him an exhausted smile back.
That was the first time you ever smiled at him, Nacht would never forget that moment, the moment in which you broke down his walls without even knowing it.
He would have to thank you later for that, when he fully comprehended what that meant.
Asta and you were training together again outside while the others were inside going on about their daily ruckus. Some were on missions already but some, like Asta, who were wounded and exhausted still needed to rest properly.
Though it was no use. Asta would never rest like he should unless he was knocked out.
And you tried that the first week, you each took turns but eventually you just couldn´t keep up anymore and let him train like he wanted.
Nacht also kept training with him, though he himself was new to everything going on and needed time to properly accommodate to things.
You stretched a bit, sitting down to just enjoy the sun for a moment.
“I can´t wait to go on missions again! I´m as good as new, I´m ready, I promise!” Asta beamed and showed off a bit but you only sighed.
“It´s not my call, kid” you apologized.
Asta pouted and kept training.
“You got a mission” Yami announced as he joined you outside and Asta practically jumped up and down with excitement and energy.
“Just the usual, rebuilding a town and fighting some magic beasts that escaped” he explained and Nacht slowly appeared behind him.
Asta´s eyes were beaming right now, he was excited to learn even more about the devil´s powers although he got quite the hang of it and even made a new friend.
Nacht smiled and waved at you, you just looked away as always and stood up to go back inside.
Nothing had changed anyway.
Until Yami stopped you in your tracks.
“If you get going now you´re gonna return by nightfall” he said and you nodded.
Asta sighed in frustration.
“I wanna go on a mission too!” he cried out.
“Not happening” all three of you said at the same time, shutting him up for a bit.
Both you and Nacht didn´t say anything as you made your way to the town in question.
Nacht because he didn´t know how to approach you and you because you thought there was no point in it, he wouldn´t think of you any differently.
And so you started your mission, once again fighting alongside each other and even though the task was dull Nacht´s presence gave you an energy that was unmatched, you just couldn´t help but smile.
When you were done you went deeper into the town to help the people rebuild it.
“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” he said out of the blue, making you turn around in confusion.
“Why would I go on a date with a guy who hates my guts?” you asked, making him sigh sadly.
“I´m sorry if I left that impression on you. I really don´t hate you… it´s quite the opposite actually” he explained.
“Did you just… I swear I never heard you apologize in all those years I´ve known you” you chuckled, not quite processing the second half of his statement.
“I never saw the point in it. All my life I always watched from afar, I always wanted to save people but you know, I´m just operating in the shadows. I´m good at spying and gaining information, saving people. Not so much making friends with them. I never saw it as my role. After all I lived my life for the kingdom and its people and not for myself. Why would I care if anyone liked me? In fact it would be the worst thing that could happen… death was always part of the job description and I was always willing to take that risk if it meant you could live longer. But now… ever since that day, I just want to live with you” he confessed, leaving you at a loss for words, so you did the only logical thing to you in this moment: hug him tightly.
“Of course I´d like to go on a date with you, Nacht. And I will keep protecting you” you smiled.
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How Bizarre Pt2
<<<< Part 1 Part 3 >>>>
Chapter warnings: cursing, sugar daddy/baby relationships, sexual themes
A couple hours after you left, Bakugou had finally woken up. He rolled his tired body over and his drowsy eyes peered at the bed-side clock,“tch. Already noon.”
His red eyes looked sleepily around the luxurious hotel room, noting your absence. A teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, micro-minature part of him wished that you were still there.
He pictured how your skin delectably contrasted the white bed sheets below him and how your pretty eyes gazed up into his own full of lust and desire. If only you had stayed a little longer...maybe he could’ve gotten another round in...
He groaned as he threw himself out of the bed and strolled towards the shower. The stress of the previous weeks were nothing some good drinks and hot sex couldn’t fix and as the water streamed down his toned body, he was already feeling more and more refreshed.
You, on the other hand, were as busy as a bee.
After rushing home to clean yourself up and diving into a crowded train, you arrived at the Hara Estate with 2 minutes to spare.
You had only begun setting down your belongings in the small room near the massive kitchen when the lady of the house yoo-hooed out for you.
“Y/N!! Y/N!!”
You appeared in front of her.
“Oh great! Glad you’re here. I have so much for you to do today, everything has to be perfecttttt,” she sang while slapping a to-do list on the counter, “Hurry up and change dear then get to work. Ok?”
“ok.”
Her smile faded and she stared at you sternly.
“Yes Mrs.Hara,” you corrected.
Her matte pink smile returned as she gave the to-do list two light taps on the marble counter, “Well chop-chop.”
Your blood boiled.
She turned on her pointed heels and she pranced away leaving you burning holes in the back of her dark, silky hair.
Ma'am, you're grey roots are showing 🙄
Your job definitely didn’t start off like this. Hell, you weren’t even obligated to lift a finger but...shit happens...
......
You had met the witch's husband, Mr.Hara, at the daycare you used to work at. He wouldn't always be the one to drop his son, Prince, off but he made sure to pick him up in the evenings.
You worked at the tiny front desk, so you were always able to catch a glimpse of the visibly wealthy man when he came in.
Mr.Hara was a tall, slim Japanese. Fit and paired with shiny, black hair, always trimmed to perfection and silver streak in the front just for show.
He worked somewhere behind the scenes in the Hero Commission...or Association...or something like that…. Let’s just say the man had impressive connections and money to spare!
He was clearly older than you, probably by a decade, but that didn't stop your eyes from roaming and your mind from wandering.
Saying that he hadn’t been eyeing you as well, would be a blatant lie on his part.
One afternoon when he was signing the book after collecting Prince, he suddenly spoke up, "How much longer do you plan on working here?"
"S'cuse me?" You said, taken aback by the sudden and almost intrusive question.
He slipped his sleek, black and gold pen back into his suit pocket before closing the check-out book and handing it back to you, "Well I know that working here can't pay you that well and I'm sure you don't plan on doing this the rest of your life," he explained.
"My career plans are none of your concern Mr.Hara."
He chuckled at this and you cracked a small smile but you both knew that he was right.
You would think that working at a daycare for the rich and privileged would pay you just as elegantly, but boy were you wrong! It was minimum wage with a few toasted breadcrumbs and as much as you tried to deny it, you would soon need to find a new job.
"I'll tell you what," Mr. Hara began, " You come work for me at my place and I'll pay you ten times as much as you get here."
Your ears perked up.
"Work for you?"
"Yeah. Trust me. It's not bad at all,” he stated while leaning over the counter and lowering his silky smooth voice, “Just come to my place a few days a week, cook, clean...entertain me."
Instant butterflies!
Your eyes went wide, “Entertain you?! I’m sorry Mr. Hara but I cannot sleep with you!!”
...at least take me out for dinner first😏
He quickly straightened back up and waved his hands dismissively, “No No not like that. It just gets a little lonely in the house. That’s all...”
You stared at him suspiciously.
“I’ll tell you what,” he declared, “Here’s my personal number, we can discuss it more over the phone. You don’t even have to do the housework but just give me a call ok?”
“Oh..ok..thank you Mr. Hara,” you mumbled softly as you accepted the little note..
After fixing his dark sunglasses back in place and calling for Prince, who had been completely enchanted by whatever game he was playing on his tablet, he made his way to the exit, leading Prince through first.
Then he suddenly stopped midway and turned back to you with a smirk...
“Oh and please, call me Kenji.”
Before you could even reply, he had disappeared through the heavy glass doors and into his BMW.
D-Did you just cop yourself a sugar baby position???
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Two days later, you gave him a call.
He answered all of your questions effortlessly as if he had done this a thousand times and flattered you with the absurd amount he was willing to pay you for just keeping him company.
“...and what about sex?” you whispered timidly into the phone, ensuring that even the ghosts in your empty apartment couldn’t hear you.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he laughed. “So Y/N? What do you say?”
Exactly one week after that, you’re striding through the mansion gates.
Seeing that your new “job” had extremely flexible working hours, you decided against quitting at the daycare. The extra income was now seemingly unnecessary but the more the merrier right?
It also grants you an easy answer to the inevitable question of “So what do you do for a living?” rather than having to explain your relationship with Mr.Hara or trying to avoid the question totally.
You straightened out your burgundy blouse and picked at the little fluffs on your jeans, before entering the house.
He had told you to just let yourself in when you got there and that’s exactly what you did.
When you finally strolled into the house, your jaw immediately dropped.
Girls! Girls! Girls!
Girls of all different shapes, sizes and colours were littered around the living room, relaxing in the pool and snacking in the kitchen.
“Lonely my ass,” you thought.
Your presence had quickly caught the attention of a particular blonde who sprinted towards you at lightning speed. Her piercing green eyes and strikingly long legs had even you mesmerized.
You were definitely in the presence of a Victoria Secret model.
“OHHH you must be Y/N, Daddy told us to look out for you!!”
Daddy?
“He’s in his office. Come! Come!”
After giving the door a few light taps, you heard the low timbre of Mr.Hara’s voice beckoning you to come in.
“Ah y/n. I see you’ve met Lada.” he chirps.
The girl in question whose accent you have picked up to be Russian smiles down at you brightly.
As Mr.Hara dismisses Lada, he calls out to another girl who suddenly appears from under the desk.
You nearly had heart failure.
She strides out with Lada, patting down her purple lingerie.
You physically had to bend over to pick up your jaw from the floor.
Mr.Hara smoothly turns to you in his chair, totally unfazed.
“Glad you made it Y/N, welcome to your new job.”
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This chapter gives a lot of background but sit tight, the drama is comingggg 🤪
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（◞‿◟）hq hc // they built different
pairings: oikawa tōru, kageyama tobio, terushima yūji x gn/reader
summary: ahaha.. 😗 boyfriends that aren’t the best boyfriends.. just word vomit i swear
containing: fluff empty thoughts angsty, just angst, teeny crack, ANGST, toxic relationships, alt universe, !! SPOILERS !! for shittykawa, nsfw bc im a dumb bitch and h word so 18+
an// i am trash and im here for it. big sad at the moment so why not torture myself with this shit and writing about hq characters fucking me over but it had to be done and it was done terribly thank (*´꒳`*)
+ i can’t believe i’ve done this to terushima im so sorry 🥲 ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
oikawa tōru
numero 1 on the list but certainly just as Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) as the others
love love love pancake tōru i’d let him use me any time anywhere tbh
big dick, pretty dick, shlong dick and a filthy mouth?? please🥵
ruin my life
committed relationships on the other hand.. absolute trash
yeah mans devoted to volleyball but that’s basically his first and last love, no in between
this shithead literally moved to argentina to beat his rivals ಠ_ಠ
if that doesn’t say committed then idk what is
he’s the kind of boyfriend that would treat you so good and give you all the attention in the beginning
emphasis on the beginning;
you’d think he’s the perfect package; tall, charming, pretty face, in tune with his emotions and others, intellectual, athletic
and damn he could be from what i just listed off ugh yum 🤤
but his personality is just so ,,,, not with the program
even if you guys started dating during high school or met him in argentina
he be out here making you feel special for like a min then make everything about him the next
he’d take you out on fancy dates, cute pictures with you at osaki hachiman-gu shrine or when he took you to la boca for their beautiful caminito street museum in buenos aires
homeboi would then ditch you all of sudden bc he’s like
‘sry i scheduled a practice at __ time’ ‘i forgot i have to meet up with iwa-chan ok bye’ ‘i need to practice my serves now to become the best player in the world’ 🥺😔
like it’s valid for him to be confident in himself and whatever but he’s such a self centered asshole too focused on his career to think about your relationship
you wholeheartedly support his dreams, but he doesn’t see you in it for the long run
his priority is and will always be volleyball in his eyes
it takes a toll on his love life every single time duh
and does he care? not really
to him he can find someone else if you break up with him 🤢🤢
with his career, it’s a go big or go home situation like that’s not even a question
his time with volleyball >>>>>> his time with you (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
i need a moment
like y’all don’t even date for more than 3 months so he’s not that attached to you as you are to him
big ouch
that made my heart pee tears for a bit
anime boys ruining my life: confirmed
however those are the circumstances that comes with oikawa tōru
you and his previous relationships really do be out here thinking that you’d be the one he changes for
sorry honey don’t even bother
kageyama tobio
the reason? a n g e r management issues
and overall dumbassery on his part
ok no, we’re not timeskipping this version of kags bc tbh he was one of our babies who had the best character development
you know what
actually maybe like 2nd and 3rd year timeskip yama
does not comprehend romantic feelings at all 🥺😣
no experience in the love department; zinch, nada, no tienes
he didn’t even know how to socially interact properly until his first year in high school
baby boy is getting there ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
but to be fair, he had a lot of misfortunes growing up so valid
doesn’t mean it hurts any less
anyways
you guys would fight a lot; and i mean A LOT
usually it’s with you trying to tell him to take a break from overworking himself and maybe go out on a date to let him breathe
the answer is no and brushes you off; CUE THE ARGUMENT
sometimes they’re the worst things like
he doesn’t want to meet your parents, he doesn’t want you to meet HIS parents, forgotten dates; that he would arrange himself to try and make up for his incompetence, ignoring you for days when a big game is coming up
it hurts you and he knows that. he just continues to do so when you say you understand
he doesn’t know how to read the room most times m(._.)m
his relationship with you would surprisingly last for quite a while though
only because you had some good memories with him despite the rocky situations
whenever ennoshita or yamaguchi cancel practice, you guys would go out for a bit; albeit awkwardly bc hinata would crash your dates then proceed to ask kags for a toss
it’s okay though bc he’s a cutie sunshine and you also enjoy watching them practice
there’s also that one time he won two entry tickets to the carnival during a sports event at school and he won you a stuffed kumamon toy
you named it yama-kun ♪(´ε｀ )
vbc boys are very confused as to how kageyama managed to make your relationship last
but the members are just like ????? good? for? you? i? think?
and he’d let them congratulate you guys for your 1 year anniversary; nervously laughing when one of them asks when the wedding would
but in reality; he just didn’t know how to break up with you
you overhear him talking to tsukishima weeks later when you were on your way to the gym and your heart just plummets to your stomach
tsukki as usual was making jabs at kageyama and teasing him about you guys’ relationship, telling him that you’re still with him bc the sex is good
you haven’t even touched third base with him bc he’s always focused on volleyball
tho before you can announce your appearance, kags is already fuming and like
‘i don’t even like them that much! i never meant to date them for this long! i just don’t know how to break up with them!’
ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ (ㆀ˘･з･˘)
just absolute silence after that
yachi or hinata would notice you first and starting slapping kageyama to shut up, giving you pitying glances
and when he sees you, he knows he’s fucked up
would immediately follow you once you run out of the gym and you’re hoping to hear him say that he didn’t mean and that he actually loves you
but nope 🤢
that’s not the case
he literally goes
‘sorry you weren’t supposed to hear that’
then continues on explaining that your relationship isn’t working out and makes a half-assed apology on how he shouldn’t’ve taken advantage of your feelings for him
as tears stream down your face bc what the fuck right
wasted 12 months with his dumbass only to get dumped with the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ cliche
safe to say he attains the reputation ‘king of heartbreak’ instead of ‘king of the court’
and yama-kun stuffie meets their end in a dumpster lit on fire 🥰✨
terushima yūji
he’s such daddy material it hurts to put him here
not the good kind of daddy if you know what i mean 🤤 😋
wink wink nudge nudge
but moving on
no canon hairstylist yūji here folks just an alternate universe bartender dickwad
obviously the reason why he would be a terrible partner to you is his fuckboy vibes
constantly cheats on you and blames it on the alcohol, never himself (´･_･`)
he would be the type to flirt with everyone while he’s on the clock and giving the hot ones drinks on the house before he’s off at a stranger’s place at the end of the night
while you’re at home waiting for him, worried bc he’s not answering your calls and messages (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
i hate myself
you know he was off fucking around when he returns to your shared apartment, smelling like booze and a fragrant perfume so different from yours
not to mention the amount of hickeys he doesn’t bother covering up, probably because he’s drunk off his ass
im scared how easy it is for me to write him like this
furudate please forgive me for tainting your characters 😔😭
you’ll be constantly fighting after those nights, throwing things at him from around your place, having a screaming match with yourself while he’s trying to beg for your forgiveness
lying to you about how he’s not going to do it again
and he’ll change for you he promises, just don’t leave him
you’re the only one for him he swears, he loves you with all his heart
those would be his exact words every time you catch him cheating on you
and you’d forgive him bc you believe he’d change back to the same terushima yūji you fell in love with in highschool
the one who used to bring you flowers on your monthsaries and proclaiming his love for you at the top of his lungs through the hallway (〃ω〃)
the one that would cuddle you in bed and talking to each other about the weirdest shit
usually memes and the, do you think we’re just living inside a black hole and everything we perceive are just situations we’ve recycled through the years but we’re actually just rotting brains the governments’ controlling? banters ٩( 'ω' )و
the yūji that your parents loved whenever he came over bc he was so charming and made them laugh
the same yūji that would ultimately shove you into the bathroom after dinner with his fingers occupying your drooling mouth to shut you up while he pounds into you against the sink 🥵💃🏻💃🏻
he’s really not the same anymore, but you’re still holding onto the past and you know it
you choose to throw that aside because you love him
you’re relationship is just a constant cycle, hurt and broken promises piling up and burying the precious memories into the ground
he really is still in love with you, as fucked up as it is, remembering your anniversaries and keeping a picture of you inside a locket around his neck
treating you so well whenever he’s sober and taking you out on dates, to places you both love and cherish
but the adrenaline and actions of being with someone behind your back is so addicting to him
he knows he doesn’t deserve you, but selfishly holds on because you’ve been the only constant in his life, the only one that understands him
it’s a toxic relationship you both can’t get out of
the same cheat, fight, beg, and make up shit
but once everything becomes clearer for you, once you’re out of the past, that’s when it boils over
you know he’s not the same terushima yūji you fell in love with
#miyasins — hq#haikyuu headcanons#kageyama tobio x reader#oikawa x y/n#terushima x reader#no thoughts brain empty#brain go brrrr#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#hq#haikyuu!!#haikyuu angst#oikawa tooru#oikawa angst#oikawa tōru#haikyuu oikawa#kageyama tobio#kageyama x y/n#haikyuu kageyama#tobio headcanons#kageyama angst#haikyuu scenarios#terushima angst#terushima x y/n#terushima yuuji#terushima hcs#haikyuu terushima
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