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Paradise | JJK - Fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: we finally get a JinKook showdown in the most ridiculous way possible, the tiniest bit of angst, CONFESSIONS!!, followed by post-confession sex, JK hits it raw, OC in lingerie, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lots of talking about feelings, I'm sorry but this gets a little soft because I love these two

Word Count: 6.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: We're back and we're nearing the end! Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for the next chapter - I didn't mean for it to take so long, but, well, life 🤷‍♀️ Anyway, I'm very excited to share this chapter with you finally - I hope you enjoy!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

Previous Chapter ♦️ Paradise Masterlist

Despite his words earlier, Jungkook is in fact one of the first people on the dance floor when it opens. And of course, you’re right there with him. How could you say no when he holds his hand out and smiles at you like that - like nothing else would make him happier right now than you in his arms?

After all the time you’ve spent admiring Jungkook’s moves when he dances for you, it’s a whole new perspective to get to experience them when you’re dancing with him. Part of that difference is due to the deejay keeping it wholesome with the song selections, since Jennie and Yoongi’s family members are the majority of the revelers surrounding you. So there’s a lot less grinding and a lot more distance between the two of you.

You don’t really try to keep up with him - it’s not that you’re a terrible dancer, it’s just that he’s so fucking good. His every movement is so natural, like he’s not even trying. He does show off just a little bit, when Jisoo eggs him on, slipping into a freakishly accurate robot that has a small ring of guests gathering around to cheer him on. The giant grin on his face tells you he’s enjoying the attention just as much as the faint blush on the tips of his ears tells you he’s just a little bashful about it.

After a few songs, the music finally slows a little, the crowd thinning as only couples are left. Jungkook draws you close, one arm sliding around your back as the other clasps your hand, holding it to his chest. The room around you falls away as he takes the lead, swaying with you around the floor.

“Are you having a good time, jagi?” he murmurs after a moment.

“I am, Kookie.” Lifting your head from his shoulder, you gaze into his eyes, feeling that familiar warmth overtake you when he returns your smile. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Like I’d turn down the chance for free food and drinks,” he teases, laughing when you huff and try to pull away, tightening his grip to keep you locked in place. “What? I’m just being honest.”

“Ass,” you mutter, but you can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. He lifts his arm, hand pressing lightly on your back to guide you in a spin, then brings you back into his embrace. You spot Rosé across the room, watching you and Jungkook dance, and she politely claps as you shake your head, grinning.

The beat picks up again, and your friends surround you and Jungkook. Rosé, Jisoo, and Jin all dance together as Lisa introduces Yi-Jeong to the group. Even Jennie and Yoongi join in, and it’s true what Jennie told you yesterday - her man definitely has moves. Everyone’s happy and laughing, and you’re so full of joy you could just burst.

Jin suddenly twirls, facing Jungkook with an intense look on his face. The younger man takes a step back in surprise as Jin starts to rock his body back and forth, like he’s about to bust out a breakdance move. Is he seriously about to -

“Ooh, dance battle!” Jisoo cups her hands around her mouth, yelling. Your other friends start whooping, forming a circle around Jungkook and Jin. Jisoo pulls you next to her from where you’ve been standing, so you’re not between them anymore. “Get it, Bambi!”

While the others around you are shouting encouragement, you just gaze silently between the two men, unsure if you should be joining in. Unsure if this is a friendly competition or if the tense vibes you feel radiating between them is something more. From the expressions on their faces, it’s clear that they’re going to do this, so you just sigh, bobbing along to the beat, waiting for the show.

Jungkook stops gawking at Jin and begins bedrocking, swinging his hands as he faces Jin with a fierce look. Jin glares back, sticking his arms out as he undulates in a rather impressive wave, rolling his long limbs from left to right.

It’s not until you hear clapping behind you that you realize that more people have joined the circle, crowding in behind you, shouting Jin’s name. Jungkook hears it too, his brow furrowing slightly. It’s clear his competitive nature’s kicked in when he peels his suit jacket off. You hold your hand out for it automatically, feeling a swoop of heat in your stomach as he gives it to you with a wink.

The tip of his tongue slips out as Jungkook suddenly throws himself towards the ground, landing on one hand like he’s doing a handstand, and then kicks his legs out in a cartwheel kick. He’s so smooth with it, inverting himself like it’s nothing, that you actually gasp.

It’s like he cranked the volume up on the crowd, and someone - Rosé, maybe? - starts chanting Jungkook’s name. You can’t help but add your voice to the mix.

Jungkook lands back on his feet and motions for Jin to go. Jin also takes his jacket off, jaw clenching firmly. He rolls his body a few times before bouncing into the Roger Rabbit, feet stepping quickly, arms flapping at his side like wings. It’s surprisingly loose and funky, two words you don’t typically associate with Jin.

Lisa yells, “Go chef!” and the crowd divides itself into two chants. Jin ends his turn with a little flourish, dusting imaginary dirt from his broad shoulders. But you know from Jungkook’s smirk that he’s undaunted, and without a second’s hesitation, he swiftly dives to the floor, launching himself into a windmill.

Your friends explode into cheers, watching Jungkook roll round and round the floor. As he picks up speed, he tucks his arms up onto his stomach, doing the trick with no hands. Then he comes to a stop with a freeze, legs hanging in the air.

The crowd chants Jungkook’s name only as he rises to his feet. He straightens his tie, then gestures to Jin. Jin rocks for a few beats, a strange look in his eye.

Then he throws his hands out in front of him, holding one steady while the other mimics winding a reel.

“Is he - is he fishing for Jungkook?”

You don’t answer Rosé as there’s no need to. Jin’s clearly doing the fishing pole move. One by one, the voices around you grow quieter. Jungkook blinks at Jin for a few seconds, obviously thrown by this decision.

Then he grins, flapping his hands by his face like fins.

“Oh, wow, they share a brain cell,” Lisa says. “Did not see that coming.”

Jisoo groans. “Well, this is anticlimactic. I was promised bloodshed.”

“Who promised you that?” you ask, laughing. Feeling a tiny bit relieved.

The crowd departs, but the two men keep dancing. Jungkook pretends he’s been hooked, thrashing from side-to-side before dropping to the ground in his signature dolphin kick. Always a performer to the end, you think, as he hops back to his feet, and he and Jin take turns bowing to one another.

The smile on his face gets wider when Jungkook sees you clapping for him. He reaches for his jacket, and you impulsively press a kiss to his cheek, biting back a laugh as his eyes widen slightly.

“If those are the moves you pull out for a dance-off, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for later,” you whisper. Jungkook’s arm grips your side as he tilts his head to look at you. His touch is warm, but it can’t match the heat in his eyes.

“Careful what you ask for, jagiya,” he replies, gaze dropping to your mouth so briefly that you almost miss it. “I need some water. Do you want anything?”

You shake your head, and he disappears towards the tables. As soon as he’s gone, you feel someone brush your arm.

“Okay, I’ll give it to the kid - he’s got moves,” Jin declares, holding his hand out in an offer to dance. You silently take it, letting him pull you close as the deejay cues up a ballad.

Jin’s quiet for a few beats, leading you in small circles around the dance floor. It strikes you that this is the first time the two of you have really been face-to-face since yesterday, that weird standoff in the hallway earlier notwithstanding. You haven’t had a chance to talk to him alone since -

“So what’s up with your boy?”

You meet Jin’s gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Jungkook? What do you mean?”

Jin shrugs, the movement jostling your hand where it rests on his shoulder. “I mean, he looked like he was ready to throw hands when he introduced himself earlier. Like he was just itching for a fight.”

“And you’re not?” You snort when he blinks in exaggerated confusion. “Oh, come on, all those snide little comments you were making at the table? Arguing with him about who has it worse? What was that all about?”

Jin maintains his affronted expression for half a minute longer before he starts to laugh. “Okay, fine, I admit I was just pushing his buttons at dinner. In my defense, he made it too easy!” He laughs harder when you roll your eyes and start to pull away. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. But I had to do something to cheer myself up. It wasn’t easy for me to sit there and watch the two of you together, to see the way you look at him.”

Your curiosity tampers down your annoyance for a moment. “How do I look at him?”

Jin smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Like there’s no one else in the world.”

You glance away, unsure what to say to that. Your gaze flits around the room until it lands on Jungkook, finding him at one of the tables, chatting with Lisa and Yi-jeong. His nose crinkles as he laughs with your friend, tattooed hand coming up to swipe away the hair that falls into his face, and you hear Jin sigh.

“Yeah, that’s the look,” he says, shaking his head. He shifts his arm from your back, leading you into a gentle spin. “I was honestly surprised at how easy it was to antagonize him. Figured nothing I could do or say would bother him, knowing he won your heart.”

When you don’t respond to that, staring at Jin’s bowtie instead of meeting his eye, he hums.

“Oh, I see. You haven’t told him yet.”

Without warning, Jin dips you. You gasp, clutching his bicep to steady yourself.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he murmurs. His hand grips yours tightly, arm cradles your back, keeping you in place while his face hovers a mere breath above yours.

It’s an intimate pose, the way he holds you now, yet just like yesterday, you feel nothing.

“No. No second thoughts.” You’ve recovered from your momentary shock, voice steady as you reply. “I’m sorry, Jin, but like I told you yesterday, it’s Jungkook I want.”

Immediately, you’re back on your feet.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Jin grins a crooked grin. “Had to ask, though.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m starting to regret this whole ‘let’s be friends’ idea.”

He ignores your jibe. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

You take a moment to study his face before answering. All traces of humor have vanished as he waits for your response. Slowly, you nod.

“What are you waiting for?”

The rooftop garden glows softly in the night air, lit by tiny lights strung along the trees and flowering plants. Hidden speakers strewn around the open space bring the music from the reception outside, providing a gentle soundtrack for a beautiful summer evening.

“Where are we going?” Jungkook asks, hand clasped firmly in yours as you lead him out of the reception and across the garden.

In the corner of the roof, there’s a small nook carved out between two potted cherry blossoms, their branches obscuring the two of you from any of the other guests milling about. Right now, you need a little privacy.

You also need a moment to gather your thoughts. Your stomach’s jumped into your throat at the thought of what you’re about to do, and your anxiousness makes it hard to think straight. It doesn’t help that you’re slightly distracted by the sight in front of you.

Although the sun’s long since set, the air is still warm. Jungkook’s shed his jacket, has his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hand still in yours as he looks at you expectantly, patiently waiting for you to speak. You can see the moon reflecting in his bright eyes, and for a moment, you’re back in the elevator at your apartment, staring at your handsome neighbor, that shy man with the sweet smile.

It wasn’t that long ago that he was a total stranger. Someone you saw occasionally at the mailboxes, someone who regularly ran away when you tried to talk to him. You didn’t know anything about him back then - what he did, what he liked, what made him laugh. What his kisses felt like.

It wasn’t that long ago, yet it already feels like a distant memory. One that you never want to return to. Knowing everything you know about him now, feeling everything you feel - you can’t go back. There’s only one thing you need to do now - tell him.

No reason to wait a second longer.

Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand. “Jungkook, I brought you out here because I wanted to tell you something. I’m… ah, I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but I’m gonna try because I don’t want to drag this out when I don’t need to.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows twitch slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, so you go on.

“You know how I went to Jennie’s yesterday? Um, Jin was also there, with Yoongi. He pulled me aside and told me that the job Wendy asked me to interview for is actually his show for Nosh. And then he started talking about the two of us working together and traveling and -”

“Choose me, jagiya.”

“Huh?”

His interruption throws you off from the rambly mess you were attempting to say. Jungkook reaches for your other hand, holding both against his chest, and gives you a shaky smile.

“Choose me, jagi. I know I don’t have a career like Seokjin does, or his money, or - or even a guarantee that I’ll ever have either of those things. I probably can’t promise you most of the things he can.” He pauses to draw a long breath, like he’s trying to slow himself down and not rush over his words, and oh, you want to kiss him so much right now. Even if this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “But I can promise y-”

“No no!” It’s his turn to look surprised as you raise your hands to his mouth, muffling his speech. “Jungkook, stop! I was trying to tell you that I ended things with Jin yesterday. You don’t have to say another word because it’s over.”

“Mmt’s omer?” he mumbles against your fingers, eyes widening.

“Yes, it’s over,” you giggle, uncovering his mouth, and suddenly all of your nervousness floats away on the evening breeze. “Come on, Kookie. Don’t you know? I’ve already chosen. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Jungkook continues to stare at you with those big doe eyes as your words slowly sink in, and you can’t help but smile, fondly, so, so fondly, that familiar sensation of warmth surging up from your chest, and you know now that it has a name, that buzz, that elation, that euphoria, and it’s on the tip of your tongue, just waiting for you to breathe it to life.

So you exhale.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

For just the slightest of moments - a fraction of a second, a single heartbeat - when he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t so much as blink or breathe, you’re scared you’ve said too much. It’s too soon, too fast, too everything.

But then he wraps his arms around you, holding you close enough that you can feel his own heart thumping wildly within his chest, and puts your fears to rest with four simple words, whispered softly against your lips.

“Jagi, I’ve already fallen.”

He kisses you, soft and slow, every touch so full of tenderness that you could cry. You tangle your fingers in his hair, desperately seeking something to hold onto, to keep you from floating right off the roof. He’s fallen for you. Jungkook’s fallen for you.

You never knew your heart could hold so much.

All your nervousness from before has dissipated. Now the only reason your pulse races is the nearness of him.

“Are you in any hurry to get back in there?” he asks, tipping his head towards the party.

You shake your head.

He smiles. “Good.”

He takes your hand again, locking his other arm around your back. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, listening to him sing along lightly with the music drifting across the rooftop. Even when the song changes to something more uptempo, he doesn’t let go, just laces his fingers through yours and continues to sway with you beneath the stars.

Many songs later, when the two of you finally return to the party, you find that it’s already winding down. Jennie and Yoongi are making their rounds to say goodbye, needing to go home and pack for their trip to Jeju Island in the morning.

Jennie grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jungkook, waving the other bridesmaids over. “I’m gonna do it tonight!”

Jisoo pinches her cheek. “Babe, you’ve already done it. That’s why you’re late, remember?”

“Ha, ha.” Jennie smacks her hand away. “I mean I’m gonna tell Yoongi I’m pregnant, smartass.”

“Ah, I’m so excited for you!” Lisa gives her a hug, and then you’re all hugging.

“Have you all had a good time tonight?” Jennie asks, not waiting for an answer. “This has been the most amazing day! Thank you for everything, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Yes, you could have,” you grin.

“Okay, true, I could have. But it wouldn’t have been as much fun without you all. I love you so much!”

“We love you too. Now go celebrate with your husband!” Rosé giggles, emphasizing the last word with an energetic wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Yeah, get out of here. Some of us have plans tonight but we can’t leave until you do.” Jisoo declares.

“She makes a good point,” Lisa chimes in, glancing over her shoulder at where Yi-jeong sits alone, clearly waiting.

“Wow, okay,” Jennie laughs, but she’s flying too high to really be mad. “I’ll see you all in a week!”

It’s as you turn to walk back to Jungkook that you remember.

“Oh! Lisa!”

Your friend glances at you as you back away with a giant grin.

“Pay Rosé her fifty bucks.”

“Why are your friends screaming like that?” Jungkook asks when you rejoin him.

You just smile and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Ready to get out of here?”

Riding Jungkook’s motorcycle is a much more pleasant experience tonight than it was on your way home from your first date. The sky is clear above you as Jungkook expertly weaves through traffic, and you’re warm and dry sitting behind him, wearing his suit jacket, arms tight around his waist. You spend most of the ride hugging more than holding on to him.

Every few blocks, he releases the hand grip to let his palm rest on your thigh for a moment, squeezing gently. You think he means it as a reassuring touch, knowing how shaky you are with the entire concept of motorcycles to begin with, how just the thought of riding one still makes you nervous, but the actual effect he's having on you is far from comforting. It’s driving you insane.

By the time you reach your apartment door, you’re feral with need. You toss Jungkook’s jacket onto the floor and Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp when you tug on his arm as he’s closing the door. He barely has a chance to turn the lock before you’re pulling him down, passionately kissing away his confused noise.

“B-baby,” he finally manages to stammer out after a few minutes of intense making out, “baby, do you wanna move to the couch?”

You shake your head. “Need you now.”

“Yeah?” His eyes are so dark that it makes you shudder when he catches your gaze. “Always so needy for me, huh? Just like the first time?”

You remember that night, the way he’d fucked you against the hallway wall, both of you too desperate to even make it another ten feet to your bed. That same greedy desire burns through you now.

Thank god for the slit in your dress. Hitching your leg up, you wrap it around his back, guiding him back down on top of you.

“Just like that,” your voice trembles, back arching as Junghook’s hand snakes between you, rubbing at you through your dress. “Ahh, fuck, just like that!”

You grasp at the side zipper on the dress, fingers fumbling too much to yank it down as quickly as you want. Jungkook has to do it for you, helping you sit up long enough to shed the entire gown.

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Jagi.”

If you weren’t already dying for him, the expression on his face when he sees you in the lingerie you’re wearing beneath your dress would do it.

“Does it look better in person?” you ask, running your fingers over your chest, thumbs pressing in slow circles to wake your nipples, feeling them swell beneath the lace.

With a pained groan, Jungkook starts hurriedly tearing at his suit, throwing the items nearly halfway across the open space of your living room in his urgency, not stopping until he’s completely naked, cock already hardening between his legs.

“Yeah,” he grunts, biting his lip to let his hands do the talking. They travel over your torso, up across your breasts, squeezing your hands so you grip yourself harder. He laughs at your little gasp, and then he’s swallowing your sounds with his eager mouth, knocking your legs apart with his knee so he can press his body to yours.

Your own impatience has you hooking your calves the backs of his thighs, bending your knees to urge him nearer. But no matter how close he is to you, it’s not enough, an itch you can’t scratch no matter how much you try.

“I think this is going to have to come off now,” you frown, tugging at your bodice. You need to feel him, skin-to-skin.

“Oh, not yet,” Jungkook says, voice near enough to be a growl. “Please, jagi, keep it on a little longer. For me.” He looks at you with such a lustful gaze that you find yourself nodding, immediately caving to his wish. If he wants to fuck you in your lingerie, fine. There will be more time to feel him later.

There will be more time for everything you want with Jungkook.

His mouth reconnects with yours. You sigh into him as his fingers find the snaps at the crotch of the teddy. He’s not gentle with them, practically ripping them open, but he’s more delicate as he slides his finger into you, finding you just as wet as always. He plunges two fingers in, and you know he’s trying to take his time and make sure you’re ready, but you’re too impatient for his consideration right now.

“Come on, Kookie,” you plead, cupping his chin to draw his gaze away from his work, “I’m ready. I need you now.”

“Shit,” he mutters, clearly reading your frustration. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I wanna feel you.”

He reaches for his pants, which have been flung over the back of the couch, and you stop him.

“No, I mean, I want to feel you.”

Jungkook swallows hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing. “Jesus Christ, jagiya, you’re going to kill me.” He kisses you again, before his expression turns serious. “Can we? I mean, are you on something -”

Laughing, you grab his face again, pulling him back to you for another kiss.

“I have an implant. And I haven’t been with anyone since you and I have been…” you trail off, unsure what to call it. Dating? “Not since the last time I was tested.”

“No one?” He doesn’t say the name, but you know what he’s asking.

“No one.” You and Seokjin never got that far.

“I haven’t been with anyone either.” Jungkook strokes his thumb along your cheek. “It’s just been you. You’re the only one I want.”

“Then have me.” With another sigh, you lift your hips, rolling against him.

Jungkook groans, and you barely have a second to breathe before his lips take yours again. There’s some shifting, you spreading your legs while he’s propping himself up on one elbow and lining himself up with his other hand, and then he’s sinking in, slowly, filling you up hot inch by hot inch, until he’s completely sheathed.

You got your wish. You can feel all of him. It’s a new sensation, and it’s intense, but you can tell it’s even more so for him.

“Oh, goddamn, jagi.” Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. His chest heaves as he holds himself completely still. “You’re so - fuck.”

“Yeah? Is it that good?”

He nods a little, eyes squeezing shut, and you run your fingers through his hair, trying to impart some comfort. As much as you want him to rail you through the floor right now, you don’t want to rush him anymore.

“Does it really feel that different?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s not that. That’s part of it - you feel so fucking good, baby - but it’s - it’s…” He huffs out a short breath, shaking his head again. “I don’t know how to say it. It’s everything.”

And you understand exactly what he means, not by whatever he’s trying and failing to say, but by the look in his eyes.

“Oh,” is all you can say, feeling your own words slipping away from you, as he starts to move.

His cock drags slowly, so slowly at first, his head bowing as he concentrates on the feeling of you, the way your cunt seems to suck him back in eagerly, walls clenching when he snaps his hips experimentally. He observes every breath that escapes you, every mewl and whimper, and adjusts his pace, the strength of his thrusts, all the while drowning in his own perception, the tight heat and wetness of your core making his eyes roll back in his head with each pump.

Neither of you speak after that, but you don’t need to. Your bodies communicate everything you’re feeling, punctuated by the unrestrained noises you both make. Your nails rake down Jungkook’s back as he fucks into you, drawing whine after whine from him, broken cries of desire, of wanting you to hold him, claim him, just as he’s claiming you. Mine, your fingernails declare, inscribing his skin with scratches. Yours, his hips answer in return, powerfully driving into yours, connecting you again and again, faster and faster.

His hand clutches at the thigh you’ve wrapped around his waist, fingers twisting around the garter straps, and you can tell from his unsteady panting that he’s close. Your own pleasure is nearing the precipice, but you know he’s going to reach his first. Which he confirms with a strangled whimper.

“Jagi, I’m - I’m gonna come,” he grits through his teeth, brow furrowed, like he’s focusing all his energy on not coming right then and there. “‘M sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t - “

“Don’t stop, Kookie, don’t stop!” You don’t care if he finishes first. This isn’t about just sex anymore. All you want is for him to feel as good as he makes you feel, all the time. “Come on, cum inside me. Give me everything, fill me up!”

“Fuck!” he grunts, moaning your name, and with only a few more thrusts, he follows your command. His hips jerk wildly as he gives in to the burning need beneath his skin and fills you with his hot release. It seems to go on and on, until he’s gasping, sagging against you weakly, too wrung out to hold himself up any longer. “Holy shit.”

You just hum, stroking his sweat-soaked hair, until he finally lifts his head.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I got caught up in the moment. Too much going on in my head and - and, fuck, you felt too good.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

You shush his apologies with a laugh, wrapping your arms around him again, urging him to lay down, so his head rests on your chest. “You don’t have to explain. It’s been… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything like this.”

He sighs, moving slightly so he can leave light kisses over your covered chest. “Me too.” His hand trails lazily down your torso, following the swirls in the lace’s pattern. “I’m glad you said what you did. On the roof. I wanted to tell you before how I felt, but I was afraid you’d think I was rushing things.” His voice gets quieter. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

There’s a sadness in his tone, a naked vulnerability that makes your heart ache, so you squeeze him a little tighter. You know exactly what he means.

He raises his head a little, starts kissing his way down your stomach. “Are you still…”

“Am I still what?” You bite your lip as he reaches the apex of your thighs, gently nudging them further apart so he can lie in between.

Jungkook presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, one side, then the other, before he looks up at you. “Was that enough for you or are you still wanting more? You were so needy earlier, jagiya.”

Of course you still want more. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of him.

“Yeah,” you say, your fingers combing his hair out of his face so there’s nothing hiding him from you, just as there’s nothing hiding you from him, “I want more. Please, Kookie.”

The smirk that spreads across his lovestruck face sends your heart racing. Your back arches off the floor when he coaxes the first orgasm from you with his tongue, feels like it might snap in half by the time he pulls the second one with his fingers.

You melt into his embrace afterward, so thoroughly satiated, so utterly content, that you nearly fall asleep. But Jungkook coaxes you off the floor and into the bathroom, to wash his back in the shower before he tenderly scrubs yours, and then into bed, where the last thing you see before closing your eyes is the smile on his face as he whispers good night.

“What does this one mean?”

It’s late. Very late, sometime between midnight and early morning, when you should be asleep. You’d awoken in need of some water, slipping out carefully, trying not to wake Jungkook, only to come back to find him up and waiting for you to return to bed. He wasn’t just awake but up up, and you couldn’t resist, climbing directly into his lap for a slow, lazy ride.

Now, you’re lying together, back pressed to Jungkook’s chest, with his arm draped beneath your breasts, as he gives you a tour of his tattoos. He tells you that most are symbolic, but a few have stories behind them, and you listen raptly to each one. Even though he’s probably tired, he’s indulging you, answering all your questions without so much as a single yawn.

He tilts his head to look at where you’re tapping on a striped snake. “That one? That’s supposed to represent growth. You know, shedding my skin, like a snake.” He flexes his forearm and the snake moves as if undulating on its own. “Do you like snakes?”

“I like them a lot more than spiders, I can tell you that,” you reply, giggling.

He laughs, watching silently as your fingers roam over his skin. There’s so much ink covering him, and you’re dying to know about all of it, filled with a buzzing curiosity despite the late hour.

“What about this one?” Gingerly, you trace over the orange tiger lily etched onto the inside of his forearm, as if afraid that pressing too harshly will cause the petals to crumple. It’s gorgeously vibrant, the glowing color popping vividly against his skin.

“Ah, that’s my birth flower.” Jungkook laughs a quick laugh. “That one was actually Taehyung’s suggestion. Do you know what the flower is supposed to represent?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Self-confidence.” He laughs again, shaking you a little as his chest vibrates. “He said it’d be a good reminder when he’s not around, that I still need to be confident.”

“Taehyung’s a good friend,” you remark, and Jungkook hums in assent. He rubs mindlessly at the flower with his other hand, fingertips bumping against yours.

“You know, there’s another reason I got this one. A hidden meaning that tiger lilies are meant to express.”

“Ooh, a hidden meaning?” You tilt your head to peer at him. “And what’s that?”

Even in the dim light from your bedside lamp, you can see the tips of Jungkook’s ears turning red as he smiles bashfully, his eyes crinkling when he answers. “Please love me.”

It’s impossible to resist kissing him, kissing that shy bunny smile that you’ve adored all this time, so you don’t even try, cupping his cheeks gently while you brush his lips with yours. When you pull away, his face is flushed, and he laughs, dipping his head in embarrassment even as he whispers, “Keep going.”

You giggle, and kiss him again, and then stop. “Oh! Wait a minute.”

Jungkook lets out a small grunt of displeasure when you leave his embrace, but you return quickly, handing him a small frame from your desk.

“Jagi, you framed this?” He stares through the glass at the tiger lily sketch he’d drawn for you, back when he asked you out on your first date.

“Well, yeah. It was too pretty not to.”

You take your place between his legs again, his arm automatically sliding around your waist while he gazes at the picture. “But it was just a quick little drawing. It’s not my best work.”

“So? I think it’s beautiful. And… it’s from you.” You can feel your neck warming as you speak. “I like to keep it on my desk when I’m working. Every time I get annoyed by something, I look at it, and it calms me down.” Your lips quirk in a little smile. “So you can imagine that I look at it a lot,” you say, half-joking, half-not. Because it’s true, you do stare at it a lot. The drawing always brings you peace. Because it reminds you of Jungkook. So fiery and bright, but also so lovely and delicate.

“Jagi,” Jungkook says again, swallowing thickly. His arm squeezes you closer.

You take the frame from his hand, placing it on the nightstand, before shifting to face him, legs straddling his as you loop your arms around his neck. “Be honest - were you sending me a hidden message with this?”

His ears are burning red again. “Maybe. Guess it worked.”

You surge forward, kissing the cheeky smile right off his face. His hands settle on your hips, holding you tightly, as if right now there’s any danger of you leaving. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, with no one else.

But you’re also wondering something you’ve been wondering for a while now, and since he’s been so obliging so far, you decide to ask him one more question. “Can I ask you something?”

“Jagi, all you’ve been doing is asking me questions,” Jungkook grins.

You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. “Yeah, okay, I just mean, can I ask about something that doesn’t have anything to do with your tattoos?”

He nods.

“If I hadn’t come to Paradise with my friends that night, would you ever have made a move?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that question, judging by the look on his face. His eyes fall out of focus as they stare unseeing at you, and you know he’s lost in thought. You give him the time to find his way to an answer, running your fingers through his hair soothingly while you wait.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I’d like to think that yes, I would’ve gotten up the nerve to talk to you. But it might’ve taken a while. Seeing you at Paradise kind of gave me an opening.”

“I think this still would’ve happened,” you tell him, suddenly filled with an unusual amount of confidence, bolstered by his hands on your waist, his eyes locked on yours, “all of this. I think we would’ve ended up just like this.”

“How do you know that?”

“I would’ve worn you down at the mailboxes,” you grin. “At the rate we were going, it probably would’ve taken a decade, but we’d get there eventually.”

He laughs, hands locking behind your back as he holds you close. “Or maybe I would’ve shown up at your door one night and danced for you. Maybe that’s what I did in another universe.”

“I’m sure it worked,” you murmur, leaning closer to his lips. “I think in any universe, we end up like this. We’re just lucky that we got here so fast.”

“The luckiest,” he agrees, closing the space between you.

When you finally fall asleep again, you dream of falling through other universes, following the same dark eyes and wicked smirk through each.

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leafjoon · 8 months

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When you get like this

Words: around 3k

Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol, minor mention of violence, jealousy, rough sex, degradation, dom!alex, sub!reader, daddy kink (only mentioned once), aftercare.

You and Alex had planned to go to Jamie's birthday party.

You weren't particularly excited since all you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend, cuddle and laze around in your apartment. Lately, it had been work, work and only work for the both of you. You hadn't had much time for, well, anything. Needless to say you were feeling more than just a little bit sexually frustrated.

"Babe, I know, I'm sorry. We'll just hang around for a couple of hours for Jamie and get going okay? Promise." Alex pleaded trying to convice you.

"Ugh I know. Its not that I don't wanna be there for Jamie, I'm just grumpy and tired and I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. So much." He says while enveloping you in a gentle hug.

He pressed his lips on your cheek and gave you a pleading look.

"Fine. Lets go get ready."

"Thank you, darling. I'll make it up to you tonight." He said in a gentle tone.

Well, you were definitely excited now.

The party was in full swing when you arrived, albeit slightly late because it took you a little longer than usual to get ready.

You looked gorgeous, wearing your favorite short red dress that always left Alex drooling for you. It gave your thighs just the perfect amount of coverage, stopping mid-thigh, driving him crazy.

"Fuck babe, you know what that dress does to me." he said groaning.

"Really?" You said teasingly, fully knowing the way he was going to eye you up all night.

His friends were already smashed and you had some catching up to do, so you started ordering drinks at the bar and downing a shot of tequila or two.

You and Alex were catching up with Jamie and Miles, sharing stories and having a laugh. You guys had all taken turns to tell each other the most ridiculous thing you've done while drunk.

They started teasing you after you told them about that one time you were out partying with your girlfriends at a club and a man had smacked your friends ass. You, being shitfaced naturally punched him square in the face out of instinct. After that, security intervened but not without questioning you and throwing your friends out. This left you and your friends frustrated since you were only protecting yourselves from assault but it made for a funny story.

"You know, (Y/N) I never took you for a violent person, but now that you told us I don't know how I didn't see the signs earlier." Miles said and cackled.

"Yeah, I ought to be careful not to upset you now." Jamie continued.

"I can't believe you guys didn't notice before." Alex said dramatically.

"What are you talking about Alex, that's not true!" you said while hitting his chest lightly.

"Oh, there it is!" Miles exclaimed and you all started laughing.

"I'm just teasing you babe." Alex whispered in your ear and snaked his hand around your waist, which sent a shiver down your spine.

You shot him a playful look and you gazed into each others eyes for a few seconds.

After looking away you noticed a familiar figure standing a few feet from you. You weren't sure if your eyes were deceiving you. When he turned around fully you recognized him. It was your ex-boyfriend Thomas! More specifically the guy you had dated throughout college.

You had broken up because you both had different aspirations for your lives and knew it wouldn't work out long distance. The break-up had been amicable and you still held respect for each other and talked when your paths crossed. This time was no different.

"Oh my god, Thomas, is that you?" You called out.

He looked at you and it took him a second to take you in. "Oh my god! (Y/N)! I haven't seen you in so long!"

"What are you doing here?".

"You mean in London, or this party?"

"Both!"

"Miles invited me."

"No kidding!"

"Thomas was my flatmate for a little while after college. How do you guys know each other?" Miles chimed in.

"You're kidding right? We dated in college." You exclaimed.

Alex perked up after hearing this and felt a bit strange at how excited you were to see him.

"This is so weird. How do you all know each other?" Thomas asked.

"Well we all met her through Alex here." Said Jamie.

"Oh, nice meeting you mate." He extended his hand to Alex with a smile.

"Likewise." Alex muttered returning the handshake.

While Jamie and Thomas exchanged pleasantries, you failed to notice Alex's gaze on you.

"So how have you been? What brings you to London?"

"I've been great! I came here to visit my mum."

You guys started catching up and were talking for about 10 minutes while the boys were chatting about something else.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure!"

"Still a vodka sour girl?"

"Yes. How do you remember that?"

"(Y/N), we dated for years. How could I not?" He chuckled.

"Fair point." You laughed.

Alex clenched his jaw when he saw Thomas bring you a drink. He wasn't sure if he was being irrational or if it was strange for your ex boyfriend to chat you up for this long. The thought left him with a sour taste in his mouth.

After a little while, you excused yourself from Thomas and told him that it was great catching up. He asked for your number and said you guys should hang out sometime. You thought that was a little weird but complied anyways. You figured he just wanted a friend.

You found Alex on a couch with Jamie and Miles all downing their drinks.

"Drinking your sorrows away tonight, boys?"

"Does it look like that?" asked Miles.

"We were just reminiscing on our youth." said Jamie sighing.

"Always a fun topic." You said while sitting down next to Alex.

"Where'd your friend go?" he asked.

"Oh I said goodbye to him. Wanted to join you guys."

"Nice." He muttered.

You noticed he was acting strange and didn't know if you had struck a cord by hanging out with Thomas.

Alex wasn't a particularly jealous man but he did get insecure from time to time. Although he never had anything to worry about with you, especially after reassuring him time and time again that you only had eyes for him.

"D'ya wanna go soon, love?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm getting a bit tired."

After a while you decided to get up and say goodbye to your friends. You noticed Alex was being silent and gripped your hand more roughly than usual. He lead you to the car and opened the door for you.

You mumbled a 'thanks' and got in.

While driving you turned on the radio and 12:51 by the Strokes was playing.

'Friday nights have been lonely, change your plans and then phone me.'

You were mouthing the words to the song and wanted to ask Alex if everything was okay.

Before you got a chance to do that, he put his hand on your thigh. You were slightly taken aback but put your hand on top of his.

He started gently stroking your thigh. You let out a sigh, observing his big hand gripping you. You definitely had a thing for his hands.

His hand began to inch closer to your crotch. Your breath hitched.

Your dress was giving him full liberty.

"Alex..what are you doing?" You said in a whisper.

"Nothing." He said cheekily.

He squeezed your thigh. You were getting a little worked up and he knew exactly what he was doing.

He removed his hand while stopping at a red sign. You squeezed your thighs together a little, trying to give yourself some stimulation to your growing arousal.

Alex noticed and asked "What are you doing?"

You were confused. "What do you mean?"

"You get to squeeze your thighs when I tell you to, alright babe?" He said while turning to look at you. His eyes were filled with lust.

Fuck. Fucking alright. "Okay." you muttered.

After a while he returned his hand to your inner thigh, pulling a little and causing your legs to spread. He was driving you crazy. He continued stroking and you remained silent for the rest of the drive.

Fuck, you thought. You knew where this was going. Alex rarely got like this but sometimes when you were feeling bratty, you teased him relentessly, which brought out his dominant and bossy side. Although this time around you didn't do anything to provoke him, you thought.

When you arrived at your apartment you quickly took off your shoes and jacket and got yourself a glass of water.

Alex followed you and stopped behind you. After a few seconds he pressed himself against you and put his hands on your stomach and waist.

"You looked really sexy tonight, you know." He whispered in your ear, hands roaming on your abdomen sometimes going a little lower.

"I know." You muttered putting your hands on top of his.

"Oh you do, don't you?"

"Yes Alex, course." you said furrowing your brows.

"Talking back huh? You in that mood babe?"

You whined quietly and pressed your head on his shoulder. You were squirming and soaking your underwear.

"Are you this worked up just from a few words?" He said while stroking your inner thigh once again.

"Yes.. and what about it huh?" You sighed loudly.

"You're such a brat." he said while turning you around and gripping your jaw to press his lips on yours hungrily.

You moaned loudly and pressed yourself against his body.

You made out, slipping your tongues into each others mouth's messily while your hands shamelessly roamed your bodies, groping whatever you could find.

"Alex.." you moaned.

"What?" He asked in a flat tone.

"Need you.."

"What do you need?"

"Fuck..you know what I need."

"You're gonna answer when I ask you something."

God, you thought. You might just burst right then and there. "Need you to fuck me..please."

He chuckled. "Begging already, my pretty baby? We haven't even done anything yet." He said while holding the back of your neck and pressed his lips gently on yours.

He brought his hands between your legs gently rubbing your clit.

"Fuck, Alex" you moaned breathlessly.

"Yes babe?"

"Feels good."

He continued for a few minutes.

"Too bad" he said and stopped.

"Alex!" You whined.

"You didn't think I was gonna give it to you that easily, did ya?"

You rolled your eyes at him and he gripped your face "Don't you roll your eyes at me."

Fuck. You wanted to talk back so bad but you knew he would just make you suffer more.

He softened a little and said "Let's go to bed." while taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

He pushed you down and climbed on top of you immediately attacking your neck, biting, sucking and kissing while pressing his hard length on your arousal.

You gripped his hair and tried to grind on him but he held your hips down as to stop your movements.

"You can move when I allow you to. Got it?"

You nodded.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"Good girl."

You moaned at the words and he smiled, knowing how much that turned you on.

He slipped your dress past your tits and grabbed them. He buried in face in them, inhaling your scent and moaning. He stayed there for a few moments then wrapped his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking it while flicking the nipple of the other one.

"Fuck, Alex." you whispered. You absolutely loved when he played with your breasts since your nipples were sensitive.

He switched and started sucking on the other one, giving it much needed attention.

You were aching for him down there and you knew it wasn't easy for him to have no stimulation but damn, he was determined to make you suffer tonight.

He pulled back and ordered you to slip out of your dress and watched you struggle with it.

"Can't do anything without my help huh? You're pathetic babe."

His words went straight to your arousal.

You were almost completely naked while he was still in his clothes. You pulled at his shirt and he watched you as you unbuttoned it. When you got down to his belt, he grabbed your hands and pinned them back to your head. "Not so fast, sweetheart."

He started grinding on your clit and you became a moaning mess in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck, Alex!"

He moaned quietly while staring into your eyes. "You're mine, you know that right?"

You stared at him, not responding, knowing it would drive him mad.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

He took one hand and smacked your thigh hard.

"Fuck!"

He smacked it again pulling a "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours" out of you.

"Good girl."

"Alex please, I can't take it anymore."

"I know babe." he said gently seeing how worked up he got you. He pressed his mouth on yours slipping his tongue inside and tasting you.

He pulled back and stroked himself a little through his clothes, looking painfully hard in his slacks. God what a sight to see.

He then leaned down and started sucking and biting your inner thigh.

"Alex, can you smack my thighs again?" You pleaded shyly.

He looked at you with with full blown lust in his eyes. "You're such a slut." He muttered.

You whined.

Fulfilling your request, he smacked them hard a few times, causing your skin to turn pink.

You moaned loudly and gripped his shoulders.

He then removed your panties, revealing your wet arousal. "God, you're soaking. All for me?"

"Yes.."

He took two fingers and played with your wet folds then brought his thumb to your clit, giving you much needed stimulation. You moaned while he played with your sensitive nub.

You whined loudly when he slipped one finger inside and heard him say "such a pretty pussy", fingering you. He insterted another finger, turning you into a moaning mess. You gripped his arms and pressed your nails into his skin, knowing you would leave a mark.

After a while he slipped his fingers out of you and started sucking on them wanting to taste you. "So good." he moaned.

"Alex.." you whispered slightly tearing up from the stimulation.

"What it is babe?" He asked gently. "Need me to fuck you like the slut you are?"

"Fuck, yes please!"

He returned to you and gave you a few kisses, cupping your face. Letting out a deep breath he sat up. He ordered you to turn around and get down on your fours.

You turned around, ass up, resting your face on your pillow anticipating what was to come. You heard him unbuckle his belt, pull down his zipper and slip off his clothes.

He took out the lube from the bedside drawer and make sure you were both lubed up and comfortable.

You waited impatiently as he lined his cock with your entrance and started teasing your folds with his tip.

"Ughh, Alex." you whined.

You tried pushing down on him but he gripped your hips tightly and said "Fuck, you want this cock badly huh? Want me to fill your pretty cunt and fuck you silly?"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you muttered a quiet "Please.."

"Daddy'll take care of your pussy babe".

He started inserting his cock into you slowly, pulling out a moan out of you. He let you adjust to him before he started moving at a tantalizingly slow pace just to tease you. Putting one hand on your lower back and the other gripping your hip he started moving faster giving you what you needed leaving you a shaking mess.

"Alex!" You moaned loudly.

"You like that?"

"Yes, please, don't stop".

"Fuck." he moaned as he fucked into you.

"God, you're mine. Say it slut".

"I'm yours, I'm fucking yours".

Filthy noises were filling the room as he pounded into you filling you up completely. You were at his mercy.

He brought up a hand to your clit and started rubbing it, driving you crazy. His other hand smacked your ass hard, leaving an imprint.

"Fuck!" You shouted.

"I love you Alex-" "I love you too."

He knew you were getting close by the way you were slamming yourself into his cock sloppily and falling silent, your mouth forming into a 'O'.

"Are you close baby?"

You only whined, not being able to say anything. He continued fucking you and you gripped the sheets feeling yourself slowly getting closer to your climax.

"You gonna cum on my cock?"

You screamed, seeing only white, letting go on his cock, clenching and convulsing while he gripped your hip and rode you through your orgasm, still stimulating your clit.

Alex was getting close himself, your orgasm sending him over the edge. "Fuck (Y/N)!" he moaned loudly and started releasing his hot load inside you, rolling his eyes and fucking into you as he finished his climax.

It took a few moments for both of you to calm down from your high. He pulled out of you gently, admiring how his cum dripped out of you. You slumped on the bed not having an ounce of energy to do anything. He laid down beside you, heart still beating loudly. After a few minutes he asked "You okay, babe?".

"Yes." you whispered.

"Hey." he said, putting one hand on your back, urging you to turn and face him.

"Was I too rough?"

You looked into his concerned eyes and shook your head. "No, it was amazing."

He moved closer to you and kissed you gently, stroking your hair. He took you into his arms.

"So, wanna tell me what happened tonight?" You broke the silence.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you don't usually fuck me senseless. Unless I act like a brat."

He chuckled. He hesitated. "I uh-I don't know. Got jealous I guess." He muttered the last part.

"Why?"

"I don't know. That Thomas guy was all over you. Made me feel insecure."

"Babe why? It wasn't like that. He and I are friends. You have nothing to worry about."

"I know that you meant no harm (Y/N) and for you it was probably like catching up with an old friend. But I can tell when a guy has other intentions. I know men."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Not all guys are like that." Even though you knew he was probably right about him. You continued "Either way babe, you have nothing to worry about. I love you, no one else."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

You stayed like that, holding each other for a while.

Later on, you got up to clean yourselves up and took a hot shower. Afterwards you huddled yourselves in your shared covers and fell asleep in each others arms.

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modelbus · 8 months

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I wrote these three snippets ages ago, but they work :)

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!reader

Flufftober 8 - Need A Hand? (Love languages)

You’re talking with Wilbur, waving your hands animatedly in the air, when you sense the shift. It's subtle, like the ripple of a breeze, but it's enough. It tells you Tommy's behind you and definitely about to hug you.

And yup, he does.

Arms snaking around your middle, head resting atop yours. He's warm, like always. You can't help but relax into him. Wilbur, Phil, Ranboo, and Tubbo are the only ones he's this touchy around. You suspect it's because of his whole "big man" shtick.

To your credit, you don’t stop talking. "-It's just bizarre! Who even does that?!"

Wilbur eyes you with amusement.

"Wankers, man." He answers. "Hey Tommy."

"Phil went to get us food." Tommy tells you two, and you can feel his words.

It's been a long day with a lot of filming. He's probably tired and desperately wanting physical contact seeing as he couldn't be overly affectionate on camera. Which explains him right now.

"We didn't give him our orders." You point out.

"I told him what you wanted and just hoped he knew what Wil wanted." Of course Tommy knew what you’d get. "What? Wil, why are you staring at me like that?"

To suppress your smile, you try to bite your lip. It's really unsuccessful, and Wilbur gives a small laugh.

"You're a cute couple."

If this had been Tommy at the beginning of you dating, he would've rocketed away. Probably blurt some curse words. But instead, he seems to sink further into you. At this point it must look absolutely ridiculous.

You don’t care at all.

"Next up you have to find someone to date." You tell Wilbur. "Honestly, it's quite sad that we have more game than you."

Tommy snickers. "Yeah, Wilbur. Do you need some relationship advice? Hmm? We're the masters."

"Fuck you." Wilbur bites. "You look stupid."

"And you don't?"

"I-" He starts to sputter.

"Exactly." Tommy huffs, straightening up.

Subconsciously you chase his warmth, leaning back and up just a little. Somehow Tommy notices the subtle movements and takes his spot again.

"How do you deal with him? And… this?" Wilbur asks you.

"Eh. I love it." You blurt.

"...ew." He says, turning away. "That's enough of you two for now."

When Phil comes back with all their food, Tommy's forced to unravel himself from you.

"Cute, mate." Phil notes.

"Fuck off."

"You are an absolute dumbass." You deadpan, backing away from Tommy slowly.

"Who? Me?" He grins back at you, eyes sparkling.

Hell no. Without much thought to it, you turn tail and books it out of there. Within seconds his footsteps are following you, echoing loudly on the sidewalk as you both sprint through the streets of Brighton.

After a second, you realize you’ve wound yourself through the grass park. And, of course, you realize this right before Tommy tackles you and tries to murder you.

Okay, that's an overstatement. He tackled you, yes, but quite gently for Tommy. And when they went down, he made care to be the one hitting his ass on the grass.

Either way, you both get the wind knocked out of you.

"Fuck." You wheeze, rolling onto a patch he isn't occupying.

"Sorry." Is his similarly wheezing response.

Tommy regains his breath quick, leaving you struggling to intake air. Really, it's unfair how fast he regains it.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Hey! We can talk about-" he lets out a yelp when you send an elbow his way, careful it doesn't actually connect.

You move closer to him, and he cautiously tugs you so that youre resting your head on his shoulder. Perhaps with a little too much caution than your elbow warranted.

"You're okay?" He asks, somewhat sheepishly.

"Yeah, fine." You quickly answer, propping yourself up on your elbow to overlook him.

"I swear I didn't mean for us to hit the ground so hard."

"It's okay Toms, I know."

He still looks mildly worried though, so you press a quick kiss to his lips. Before pulling back and laughing.

"What? What?!" He questions.

"You've got so much grass in your hair!"

You run a hand through it, ruffling his hair to try and get it all out.

"So do you!" He protests, ducking away from your hand.

"I make it looks fashionable, you look like you're about to transform into a blade of grass."

He gapes at you, mock-offended. "How. Fucking. Dare. You."

"I look fine right? This isn't stupid?" Tommy asks, frowning at his reflection in the mirror.

You sigh, walking around him to block his sight of himself. He's been staring at himself for ten minutes already, stalling the video. It was technically a prank video, making Tommy nervous as fuck.

"Yes, you look fine. It is stupid, and that's why it's perfect." You tell him.

Reaching out, you help fold and flatten his collar. He holds perfectly still for once, watching you as you fix it.

Part of you wonders if this is how he'll look when you get married. If he'll wear a similar black tuxedo, the same white button up. He hasn't asked you to marry him yet. You aren’t sure if you care or not. You don't need a ring and some vows to establish your love for each other.

But still. Eventually, one day, you’d like to marry him.

"Perfect." You hum, stepping back. "See?"

"I feel like a kid playing dress up." He scowls.

"Because you are playing dress up, Toms. Come on, you were so excited."

"I know, I still am! Just... what if he doesn't take it well?"

"Tubbo's your best friend. Take it well or not, it'll be fine."

Tommy nods, tugging on his suit jacket. "Okay. Let's do this."

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obsessedwrhys · 1 month

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I need some Korin x reader dating headcanons please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I just love him so much 😭😭😭

|| KORIN DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᯓ★ just lots of fluff and some angst (maybe?), reader is gn!!

Your relationship is the definition of the grumpy x sunshine trope

He's used to the cruelty of life so when you showed him such kindness, he didn't felt like he deserved it

Even though that's what he tells himself, he can't help but sometimes steal glimpses at what you were doing

There was this one time you caught him staring and his eyes went ridiculously wide, he quickly looked away and tried to act as though he hadn't been watching you but it was too late, you already saw him

You've offered him fruits once and he couldn't deny how much his heart flattered at your kind gesture. You even decorated the basket with flowers and ribbons

Sooner or later, he'll start to connect two to two and came to realise he had feelings for you. Fearing you wouldn't feel the same, he would do almost anything to avoid you but it was hard to do so when you'd always look for him

I'd feel like the confession would happen at a bad timing when you confront him on avoiding you

Scenario ↴

You stood behind Korin who was peeking over the tree, seeming to be keeping an eye out for someone. When you tapped on his shoulder, his body jumped and he turned to face you with a startled look.

"Korin? What are you doing?" You questioned since you never see him act like this.

"Oh uh... sorry I have to get going" He tried to walk away but you stepped in his way.

"I may be nice but that doesn't mean I'm a pushover. I've noticed how you've been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong that offended you?" You asked since that's what you've been overthinking about ever since his behaviour changed.

"Nono...! Of course not, it's more complicated than that"

"Complicated? What's so complicated?? Is it that I'm too kind to you? If it's making you uncomfortable I can stop—"

"Don't...! Ah... um..." He rubbed his neck, struggling to get himself out of the situation.

"You're making me worry..." You frown and the sight of you being upset pained him even more.

"I can't say because I'm afraid you'd hate me for it"

"Why would I hate you?"

"Because I love you..." Your eyes widened at his words but soon you started to glare at him.

"You idiot! Is that your reason for ignoring me?!"

".... I'm... confused...?"

"I love you too you big moron!!!"

When the relationship became official, a lot of people couldn't believe it. They literally had to see it themselves in order to believe the rumours

Despite how scary he looks, he's actually really freaking shy, especially when he's in public with you

That's why he refrains from the idea of PDA because he thinks he might have a heart attack if he does, the only exceptions would be holding hands and hugs if one of you are in need of comfort

Because from his perspective of things, he thinks that's what makes your relationship more special if you guys kept the lovey dovey stuff to yourselves

The kisses would mean so much more, the cuddles would feel a lot more relaxing. Just the two of you sharing the moment

His kisses are definitely soft and tender. He treats you as though you're fragile, that's because he's so incredibly in love with you that he wishes to never harm you in any way

That's also why it took you two a very long time to finally share the same bed together, because apparently he would have nightmares where he'd wake up panting heavily, cold sweat covering his body from head to toe

But after sharing the first night with you, he realised how having you close seemed to make the nightmares better. Ever since then, he'd only have them on some nights and he's super grateful everytime you were able to comfort him and be patient with him

He cherishes you so much.

That's why he'll try to cook you dinner or breakfast when you were too tired to move. He's not that much of an expert at cooking but he did pick up some skills from his experience at survival. Regardless, you were grateful at his actions

Even though you were in a healthy relationship with him, he was still insecure about himself. How could someone as perfect as you be with someone broken like him?

Specifically, he's very insecure of his arms. You've caught him trying to move them out of the way every time you laid down to cuddle with him. It was when you reassured him that you didn't care and proceeded to shower his hand with kisses was when he truly wanted to marry you

He's not much of a tease but if you ever did tease him, he'd lose it, ESPECIALLY if you did it in public

"I'm so happy for you two!! How did you guys even get together?" A refugee from the camp asked

"Oh, well I was actually the one who had to clear things up. He was constantly running away from me like a rabbit!"

"(Y/N)!"

"Just imagining him with bunny ears and a tail makes the memory even more adorable"

"(Y/N)... please..."

Even after the relationship was made official. He'd still secretly watch what you were doing, but its not like he's stalking you, its more like you two could be in the same room and he'd turn his attention to you every now and then to see what you were up to

This is also another of his ways to see what you liked doing

If you happen to like playing musical instruments, he'd be thrilled to have you teach him

Damian is 100% like your son. You guys treat him so well that people think you're both qualified to be parents

When Granny Dahnie said what everyone was thinking, you could see Korin blush a deep shade of red as he was stuttering all over the place when trying to deny her words

Though he had to admit, he did give the idea some thought. He thinks you're the one and he's willing to share those experiences with you

He also hates to see you sad, it always feels like a part of him dies when he sees you cry. You're like the sunshine in his life. That's why he always tries his hardest to comfort you

He'd have his arms wrapped securely around your trembling body as you sobbed on his shoulders, his hands rubbing your back gently to try to calm you down

"Shh... it's okay... I'm here, you're not alone... I'll go through this with you together..."

I feel like his petnames would be more old fashion, the ones he commonly uses are darling and sweetheart

You probably don't know but he actually has a small photograph of you and him that he keeps in his pockets. Damian being the genius behind the invention

He looks at it whenever you were away that he starts missing you, or when he needed a reminder of how loved he was

Honestly? 100/100 SWEET LOVE!!

(Sorry if this was kinda short, I'm trying to do a lot of characters lol 😵)

#MY BACK OIHH MY BACK #HELP ME IM UNDER THE WATER GLUKUFKULP #afk journey #afk journey x reader #afk journey fluff #afk journey korin #korin afk journey #korin x reader #afk journey korin x reader #korin x reader afk journey #x reader #fluff

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ykwrites · 1 year

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Fired- Ukai x reader

Pairing: Ukai x fem!reader.

Warnings: Descriptions of sex, no use of protection.

Rating: NSFW

MASTERLIST

Evenings at the store were... uneventful, just a few highschool students passed by to get drinks or snacks before heading to the library after class.

It wasn't your dream job by any means, but it lasted only about three hours long if your boss didn't take too long coaching Karasuno's volleyball team and it paid okay (as okay as it could, being so easy and giving you the freedom to even study if you had no costumers)

You were in college, this little job helping you buy the few useless things your family rightfully refused buying for you.

It was a thursday evening, 5pm to be exact, your stupid economics book lying on the counter in front of you, so boring it could kill.

As background noise there was Shoyo, rummaging through bags of chips like a desperate child, making it impossible for you to concentrate.

''Hinata, pick one already''you urged.

''Sorry!''he said, peeking from behind the snack shelf with an enthusiastic but still apologetic smile.

''What are you doing here anyway? I can´t imagine you missing practice on purpose''

Shojo was obsessed with volleyball, passionate.

''There wasn't practice today, and the team wanted to go home already''putting three bags of chips on the counter, he explained, a pout clear on his lips.

Huh, weird.

Ukai said he WAS going to practice that day, he wouldn't have asked you to go to work if he wasn't.

Maybe he had plans he didn't want to tell.

A date?

The sole thought sent cold shivers down your spine, hopefully it wasn't for a date.

I should explain now, that the money this job paid wasn´t the only reason why you decided to work there. Maybe Ukai's presence had a bit to do with it.

''Y/n?''Shojo shook his hand in front of your face, making you snap out of it ''You okay?''

''I just... spaced out''you explained ''4,50''

Nodding, the little tangerine searched his pockets for the money, getting distracted when the door opened.

The smell of smoke instantly filled your nose, followed by a very deep and stoic voice.

''Hinata, what are you doing here?''

''Coach!''Shojo responed, smiling ''I'm buying chips''

''Go home, it's late''the blonde spoke, demanding, his presence making you melt with every step closer he took.

Instead of saying anything back, Shojo nodded, put money in your hand and quickly left, running out like he was scared for his life.

For a moment, the store fell silent, Ukai calmly walked around to check that everything was okay, and you decided to pretend you were extremely concentrated on your book, because otherwise you would be eyeing him down.

He was so ridiculously hot, blonde hair tucked back with his signature black band and a loose white shirt on, the first few buttons undone. This outfit was... too formal for him, he usually wore hoodies with the store´s apron on top.

Did he really go on a date? why else would he lie about where he was going?

Even more so dressed that way...

''Whatchu' looking at, kid?''he asked.

O shit, you were eyeing him down.

Pretending not to care, you rolled your eyes, annoyed at the stupid nickname he always used. He was only four years older and acted like he was 90.

''Just how ugly you look''you lied, making him laugh.

''You're the only one who said that today''he sat on a small stool near the soda fridge, fixing his hair.

If it wasn't impossible, you would think he was trying to make you jealous.

''Someone told you that you look good? tell them to get their eyes checked''

''Will do, I don´t think she'll change her mind tho''

SHE?

Definitely a fucking date, and you couldn't demostrate how much it bothered you.

Knowing you had no right to be even sligthly mad about this, but still being furious and annoyed, you closed your book and started gathering your things to leave. Trying to look as calm as you could, if he was there, your shift was over.

''How was the day?''he quickly changed the subject, his tone still playful ''Lots of costumers?''

He knew the answer to that.

''The usual''your voice was dry but careful not to express emotion.

To be honest, you had never shown Ukai any romantic or physical interest, but he was so out of your league it scared you to confess or make advances. Also, he always called you ''kid'' and pointed out how young and naive you were.

After a while of working with him, you got used to the idea of admiring him from afar, but didn't consider the obvious possibility of him getting a girlfriend.

You just had to get over it, leave your crush in the past and see him as what he was, your boss.

''I´ll head out, you need me to come back tomorrow?''you said, putting on your coat,

''As always, why you ask?'' he looked confused.

''Nothing''

''Okay, see you tomorrow then''

''At what time? wouldn't want you to be late for your date''you thougt, but didn't say it.

Your footsteps towards the door were extremely loud, a tense feeling of jealousy and embarrassment flooding your senses.

As soon as cold air hit you, you cursed in between your teeth. The walk home felt longer than usual, with more overthinking than actually walking.

Of course, your feelings towards Ukai were destined to end or be kept in your fantasies forever.

You couldn't complain, you weren't entitled to anything and you were too much of a coward.

That night, you closed your eyes wondering how that woman he was dating must've been feeling, how she felt when his hands touched her, rough and sweet at the same time, demanding.

And his lips... probably soft, tasting of cheap cigarettes, leaving marks to dominate and show she belonged to him.

Oh, what wouldn't you give to feel all of that yourself.

The next day your alarm ringed too early, leaving you plenty of time to overthink while you showered, had breakfast and tried to study for a few hours before having to head out to work.

Before leaving, you looked in the mirror, fixing the short, black pleaded skirt you put on because it was warmer outside.

As always, a short glimpse of hope made you wish he would notice your outfit. (too revealing to work in a small convenience store)

On your way, you crossed paths with a couple of Ukai's students who greeted you enthusiastically, dressed in their sport's uniform.

A couple of them went out to buy drinks for the whole team before friday's practice every week, so it wasn't weird seeing them walk back to the school with bags.

What was weird that day, was Ukai sitting behind the counter with his apron still on, crossed legs up on the counter, leaning back on the chair while lazily smoking instead of ready to leave quickly.

''Hey''he greeted, still not moving.

''Hey''you said, walking past him to leave your things in the back, assuming he would leave right when you got out.

''We have to restock the gum''

''Okay, I´ll get to it after cleaning''

And, he was in the same exact position when you appeared with the broom in hand.

''Don't you have practice?''

''The boys wanted to have a day for themselves''

''And you let them?''you asked, even more confused but trying to look uninterested.

''Well, I have more interesting things to do''

''I thought the interesting plan was yesterday''

''Yesterday?''

''Mhm''avoiding his gaze, you started cleaning the first aisle ''I would think that going on a date is way more exciting than being here, or at practice''

A small laugh escaped his lips, choked.

''If you consider having lunch with my grandma a date, I guess you´re right''

Upon hearing his words, you froze in place.

His grandma?

Before your brain could elaborate, or even realize how stupid and out of proportion your reaction was, he said something, something you would never have expected to hear from him.

''Is that why you got so mad yesterday?''he asked, playful ''because you thought I went on a date?''

This shit had to be a joke, not real, so you promptly ignored him, back turned to pretend you didn´t hear anything.

''How rude of you, not responding to your boss''

What the fuck was happening? Why was he acting like this?

''It was a stupid question''desperately trying to control the situation, you spoke, turning to look at him.

Ukai´s face was easy to read, showing how much he enjoyed himself, arms crossed and a smug smile on his lips.

''Then answer''he dared, standing up.

''I don't care what you do on your free time''

''What a bummer''

He huffed and you looked at him wide eyed, what did he mean by that? This was certainly new, and it didn't make any sense, bizarre and out of place, because in the couple months you had worked for him, he never acted this way.

Ukay was usually a serius, kind of dry and tired man, he probably had cracked two or three jokes in the time you had known him, but never this way.

''Ukai, what do you mean?''you asked, now seriously wondering if the man in front of you was a clone and not the actual Ukai.

Your question seemed to break his facade, making him look away and nervously fix his hairband, letting out a frustrated curse that you couldn't quite hear.

''Nevermind, I was messing with you''he said, quickly getting in the back.

Intuition told you he was lying, and with the urge to find out what all of this was, your feet moved on their own, following him.

Ukai stood with his hands resting on the small table he had full of bills and random paper, cheeks furiously red, even more when he saw you there.

''How rude of you, not responding to your employee''you joked, trying to ease his nerves(and also yours)

''I...played a dumb prank on you, it was inappropriate''now he acted like himself ''I´m sorry if I made you uncomfortable''

''You didn't make me uncomfortable, but I am extremely confused''

''Forget it, kid, a prank doesn't need that much thought''

For some reason, you still thought he was lying, so in a desperate attempt to clear things up and annoyed because he used the little nickname, you walked towards him with an intimidating gaze, resting your hands on the table right next to his with a loud and determined thump.

If this was a prank, you had the right to get him back, and if it wasn't...well, you would NOT miss a juicy chance.

''Seems like you tried to make me jealous''squinting your eyes, you got real close to his face.

Ukai almost jumped back, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he stood his ground, eyes turning dark.

''What if I did?''he said, that tone of enjoyment from earlier coming back mixed with dominance.

There was no going back now, you had to take the fucking chance.

''Didn't take you for a man who gets all scared when a woman doesn't get that he is flirting''you teased.

''Stop trying to piss me off'' he was so close that the familiar scent of his perfume mixed with cheap tobacco flooded every inch of you,

''And what if I am? are you going to do something about it?''

In seconds, his left hand held your chin up, bringing you close to slam his lips against yours with such force it could leave bruises, however you didn´t care if your lips fell off after this, because you kissed Ukai.

This was the kind of kiss that leaves people gasping for air, panting for more touch.

''I knew you liked me''he said, smug, still holding your chin.

''Who said that?''you challenged, walking around the table to bump against him on purpose.

Ukai didn´t flinch but smiled, confidently placing a hand on your waist and the other just at the edge where your short black skirt met your thigh. Instinctively, you shivered, melting under his touch.

Before responding, his lips attacked yours again with burning hunger, getting you desperate on purpose.

''I know you wear these little things just to tease me''his hand traveled up your thigh, teasing.

''Took you long enough to notice''

''Oh''he chuckled, voice deep, his digits moving up to meet the edge of your underwear ''I noticed, every time''

Almost shivering from excitement, you kissed him again, biting his bottom lip to earn a delicious groan and a more adventurous hand placed on your clit teasingly. He didn´t put pressure but smiled down at you, sinister, waiting for you to beg.

His name fell from your lips like a silent prayer and he took it upon himself to make you suffer a little bit, moving his digits only a couple of times.

''What?''he asked, still smiling, aware of how he had you in the palm of his hand with such little effort ''why don't you tell me what you want?''

Waiting for a response, Ukai placed a slow kiss on your cheek, the closest he could to your lips without touching them. It was a clear way of demostrating how he could make you moan so easy, melt under his touch.

''Touch me''you asked, panting.

''Mhm''he nodded, devouring your lips one more time and finally moving his fingers against your heat with a rythm.

Small moans filled the room while he worked his magic, leaving your panties a soaking mess, sticky and warm.

A small knot formed inside you, brain going fuzzy and shockwaves travelling up and down your body. Desperate to feel closer to him, to feel more, you needed to kiss him again and palm his growing bulge. As a response he groaned again, grinding against your hand for a few moments until he unexpectedly took a step back.

''Get on the table''before you could protest, he spoke ''take off your panties first, leave the skirt on''

You more than happily obligued, throwing away a couple of papers and sitting, legs immediately open for him.

Ukai observed the mess he made, proud to see your blushing face and eyes asking him to fuck you senseless, his dick was about to explode, so before going back to kiss you, he took off every piece of fabric in the way, leaving just his shirt on.

Your eyes shoot open at the mouth-watering sight, thick and veiny, slightly bent at the tip, but he didn´t let you look much before he was already kissing you,left hand on your neck while the other teased your folds.

''You are such a good girl''he spoke, inserting a finger slowly ''Your pussy is clenching so much, like you want to cum just now, and I didn't even move''

His words were like a drug, addictive, tempting and a great way to make you go crazy when he finally moved his finger, bending it with the sole purpose of finding the sweetest spot inside you.

At this point you couldn't even kiss him, head thrown back at the pleasure and hips grinding to follow his movements.

Just when you thought things couldn't feel better, he added another finger without warning, making you gasp loudly as he scissored his fingers to stretch your soaking cunt.

''Ukai''you managed to say ''Oh god''

Concentrated on you, he just listened to your sweet and lewd sounds, leaving marks on every piece of skin his lips could find.

Tears pooled in your eyes, the pleasure being too much for you to handle, one hand gripping Ukai's arm for leverage when you finally unleashed with a big, breathy moan, almost a scream.

''Fuck''breathless, you spoke, feeling his hand slip out of you.

''You did so good for me''he said, stroking your cheek with a passionate kiss.

This moment as you came down from your high, your heart swelled up, because he was being so sweet, loving almost, clearly giving you time to recover and breathe before moving any further.

For a bit, Ukai just kissed your face and your lips gently, touching your body in more of a caring way.

''You wanna keep going?''he asked, not pushy but relaxed, the dominance in his voice now gone.

''Ukai''you said, propping yourself up enough to tangle your hands behid his neck and pull his face closer until his ear was next to your lips, close enough to whisper ''I want you to fuck me, hard''

This time, you were the one smiling playfully when his face turned all red and desperate, welcoming the furious slam of his lips against yours. It was inevitable, you lit a fire in him and he still took his sweet time kissing and touching you all over until he couldn't take it anymore and guided his member with your entrance, bottoming out in a sharp thrust that took every bit of air out of your lungs.

It definitely felt better than his fingers, and that's saying a lot.

Ukai wasted no time and with a low moan, he held your hips and moved fast inside you.

''You feel so good, fuck''he said, squeezing hard where he had his hands and desperately searching for your lips.

Hardly, you kissed him, back arching at the pressure and feeling of him inside you, reminiscing every time you had touched yourself thinking of this very moment, even more turned on now that the fantasy was way better than you imagined.

Ukai was good, rough just how you liked it, extremely good at finding the places that drove you both crazy.

Soon after you were clamping down on him, earning more of those deep moans you loved so much.

''Fuck, pretty, I´m going to cum''he warned, movements getting sloppy.

''Cum inside me'' you pleaded.

''You sure?''

''Please''

That's all he needed to hear, and in the blink of an eye, he bottomed out one last time to release his warm load inside your walls, hazily slipping out after.

Between shaky breaths and the sweaty mess you both were, you could feel his cum dripping out of you and onto the table to wich he gave a lazy smile.

''You look so pretty like this''he chuckled, setting himself between your legs again, hands lovingly on your waist.

''Well''you laughed, heart almost exploding at the sight of him all fucked out and also very pretty ''You look like a mess''joking, you fixed his hairband.

''All because of you''

''Mhm, if you say so''

''We should go out together''he said, leaving small kisses all over your face.

''Should've asked me out before this, I think you skipped a step''

''Are you rejecting me?''Ukai laughed.

''I can't reject my boss, wouldn't want to get fired''

''Not in a million years, baby, you could punch me and I still wouldn't fire your fine ass''

#ukai scenario #ukai x reader #ukai smut #hq smut #hq scenarios #hq headcanons #hq imagine #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagine #ukai keishin

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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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Undoubtedly

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: Some fluff and angst ;) 💖💖💖 Also mentions of death :’)

Summary: After leaving Lockwood and Co, Y/N comes back for one last mission at his request. That doesn’t exactly work out the way she intended when he comes running to save her, like always.

A/N: Hi guys !! 💖💖💖 Part 2 is here !! :D 💖💖💖 I’m sorry it took longer than expected :’) 💖💖💖 Pls forgive me :’) 💖💖💖 I just started classes :’) 💖💖💖 Also I hope you like it !! 💖💖💖

P1: Anyone But You

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The door to the basement swung open with a shrill creak. He held a lantern to the steps going down, bending to his knees. She peered over his shoulder. They were worn with cracks and splinters covering their expanse, some even had bluish-black patches on them. Her nose wrinkled at the musty scent. She grimaced at the thought of going in there, but they do say it’s bad to linger at the doorway. Shrugging her shoulder, she made to move past him, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her back, "Careful, those steps look old".

She glared at him, wrenching herself from his grip, "I can walk up a flight of stairs myself".

"Plus I'm sure they're fine", she placed a foot cautiously on the plank. It squeaked under her weight, but held up. She gave him a pointed look, before putting her other foot down. It groaned awfully, and a crack began to form at the edge growing larger in seconds, and soon the whole piece was caving in on her. She yelped, grasping desperately around her, but shut her eyes feeling a pull at her waist.

She opened them, finding herself wrapped in his arms. He smirked at her, "You were saying ?".

A heat rose to her face, she turned away. He looked so smug, she hated when this happened. "I-", she was at a loss for words. Yet another moment to boost his ego, which was definitely unnecessary.

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"So, how have things been ?", he crossed his arms behind his back. They had wandered into something that they assumed was the old family room, though it’s carpet held a rather suspicious looking stain, that made her wonder otherwise.

She bit her lip, continuing to inspect the peeling, yellowed wallpaper, "It- It's good".

"Really ?", he raised a brow.

She frowned at his sarcastic tone, "I mean I haven't almost died in 3 months". Yes, she was safe but that also meant life had become mundane. Still, his tone made her grip on her rapier handle tighten.

"Yes, well-", he rubbed his brows.

She spun around, a fist clenched at her side, "What ?". Who was he to question her decision ? She had tried to explain it to him, but he never wanted to listen, so why would she do it now.

"Are you happy?", he sighed, bringing his hands to her face.

She found it hard to concentrate, mainly because he made it almost impossible to avoid his gaze. She swallowed painfully, "I- Yes, yes I- Of course". It’s not that she was unhappy, she was in an odd place, an in between of sorts. A part of her always longed to return to Portland Row, return to him, but it was not as simple as it was drawn out to be, or maybe it was. It didn’t matter though, she wouldn’t be the cause of his death.

"Yes, but-", his expression was so soft, like he was searching for something.She yearned to lean into his touch, to pull him closer and whisper apologies, promising to come back.

She pulled herself away from his touch, "No, don't go there, I told you why I had to leave". Her eyes burned with tears threatening to roll over, and her heart pounded so hard that it almost burst from her chest. She blinked them back, it would only make everything worse.

"And I told you its ridiculous", he sighed, running a hand down his face.

She scowled, "See this is exactly why I didn't want to come back".

“What do you mean ?”, he winced.

She took a step towards him, crossing her arms, practically glowering, "You're not listening to me".

"Because you never listened to me, you just left in the night", he moved closer to her, the vein in his neck pulsed. They were just centimetres apart, his dark eyes fixed on her. Why did he have to make it so hard to focus ? With his scent flooding her sense and that stupidly handsome face.

She glared back at him, "That was so hard for me to do".

"And it was hard for me too", he grimaced. The room was suddenly quiet, the echoes of their voices across the walls no longer audible. The disdain spread through her, draining all her energy, she was cold and her muscles ached. She chanced a glimpse at him, he looked just as awful as her. All she wanted to do was curl up into a ball, but she pressed her lips together and pushed past him into the hallway.

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"This room is clear", she held her rapier steady, tilting her head back to the open door that lead to the hallway. The room remained silent, not even an okay or a grunt of acknowledgement. They weren't exactly on talking terms but this was a bit much. She knew she had to apologise, but so did he, and this wasn't exactly helping the situation.

She groaned and made her way into the hallway, peering around, "Lockwood ? Hey ? Oh that's really mature".

There was a glow on the ground, just outside the door of one of the rooms. She bit her lip, "Lockwood ?". There was an edge to her voice, the malaise was already setting in, a hand ghosted the salt-bombs in her belt. Her eyes trained the inside of the room cautiously, as she stood by the rails of the banister. The sight made her bring a hand to her lips, the shape looked enough like him, but it couldn't be. It wasn't right. How had it happened ? No, no, no, she was careful this time.

She moved closer, just skirting the edge of the doorway. The figure shuddered and turned as the floor squeaked under her movement. Her throat went dry, it was him. He was still in his coat, with his hair messy, but it hung limply on his shoulders, his skin was pale, shiny with sweat and his dark eyes were hollow. As her eyes moved lower, she felt as though she had been stabbed through the heart. His white shirt was stained, a deep red patch spreading at his stomach. She thought they had stopped the bleeding, the wound had healed he told her.

He reached an arm to her, palms dripping the same crimson colour. Her vision began to blur as tears fell, making her lips taste salty. She rubbed at them carelessly, leaving streaks of eyeliner across her face. As he moved closer to her, the room began to crumble away. All she could see was him, and he was all she wanted to see. "Come here", he almost whispered, with his velvety voice. Who was she to deny him that ? He smiled, the fear flowed away from her shoulders, and she took her first step. Though she didn't get very far, before someone roughly grabbed her arm.

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"Why do you always have to be so stupid and reckless", she scowled, throwing her bags on the street haphazardly.

He shoved a finger at her chest, "I saved your life". She wondered how they had ended up here, but she very well knew. It was her fault, she could admit that. What infuriated her was that once again, she had let him risk his life for hers. It probably wasn't fair that she was yelling at him, he was the reason she wasn't cold and dead, but ironically enough she could live with that, as long as he was safe.

She smacked him across his chest, "And almost lost yours in the process". It was only then that she realised how close they were. She had to tilt her head up to glare at him properly. He remained silent, his dark eyes staring hers down, but she refused to relent. Still, it didn’t stop her breath for catching in her throat and she cursed herself for it.

"You are so persistent", he rolled his eyes, before connecting his lips to hers. His calloused hands, wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him. He held her roughly, backing her up till her back hit the ghost-lamp. The bright light only highlighted the sharp edges of his features, as he moved so fervently like he was gasping for air. The sudden heat from his skin against hers surprised her, but she soon melted into him, kissing back with the same desperation, threading her fingers through his silky hair. The taste of honey and toast on her tongue was addictive, she grew breathless, but couldn’t wrench herself away from him. She chased his lips for more, he gladly obliged.

Breaking the kiss, he tucked his head into her neck, placing soft kisses along her jaw. "So I take it this means you're coming back", he grinned.

She laughed, "Undoubtedly".

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 4 months

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Yes, the hate towards Taika and Rita as a couple is soo weird.

I saw so many comments on Fauxmoi Reddit (a miserable cesspool, never going back) about how they're 'annoying, cringe, only PR' bla bla bla. The thing is i genuinely didn't know they were together until a few months ago, so like 3 years later. People who seem to hate them seem the most obsessed with them.

The thing is they HATE her and ridicule her every chance they get (often for something as small as using a wrong word, as if thats not a completely normal thing), but trotted out the BS about 'he just wants someone young now' etc, like WTF. They were adults when they met, she was 30 when they got together (just Googled to check). he wasn't in a position of power over her (im pretty sure she's richer then him but I have no proof ha).

Also (obligitory we don't know them, i'm just going off things she's said) as you said, she's said multiple times SHE made it clear she wanted to be with him and knew she had to take it seriously because there were kids involved. Yet, people infantalise her when they have a chance to shittalk him ugh.

Sorry this is so long, it's been rattling in my brain for a while.

That place definitely does not sound fun. I get so irritated with people when they nitpick at little things. Not only that but she's bi-lingual for godsake she speaks English and Albanian, I get words confused all the time when I have multiple languages I'm working on at once and I'm only beginner level in 1, intermediate in another. That's how our brain works, it's very easy to do. People need to calm the hell down and mind their own business I swear.

You make good points, I mean she's an adult, they met as adults became friends as adults, fell in love, as adults. There's nothing wrong with that. It really is bizarre how obsessed people are with having to have an issue with them. It's also so incredibly degrading towards women in my opinion that they're so obsessed with age. How could Rita, a strong, empowered woman, possibly want a handsome, funny older man that makes her smile and laugh? *eyeroll* She made her own damn decision, no one held a knife to her throat, they need get over it. And no worries on the length, I get it, I've been feeling the frustration rattling it my head today too. I've spent most of the day though looking at BTS photos and videos when not working and that has helped significantly :) Thanks for chiming in on this! I know it's frustrating, you're not alone.

Sending love, enjoy those BTS photos from today! There were a lot!

Take care! <3

#anon #anon asks #anon answer #taika #rita ora

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locoforshuri · 1 year

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ACCIDENTAL LOVE

heres a long oneshot from me! i know my mind wouldnt process to make a series for this. i dont know how to feel about it. love you bebs

title was chosen by: @yvxmpire. its pretty long so get comfortable. there might be spelling errors. your girl needs school and Jesus🙏🏾

shuri x black!fem!reader

warning: flirtatious activity?

word count: 1 926. (i think)

02:22 AM

you woke up in the middle of the night. typical. you felt dehydrated since you hadn't drank liquids the whole day yesterday. you got up and put on your light purple pyjama pants and a white tank top and stepped out to go grab a glass of water.

as you made your way to the elevator, your eyes shifted towards the lab on the right. you walked in feelings curious.

"I'm sure no one is in there."

you thought to yourself. As you opened the door, you happened to forget about Griot and his habit of announcing everything.

"Princess, Miss Y/N has arrived."

"Wait, the princess is here?"

you thought to yourself more baffled. You still walked in, thinking she might not actually be in here, due to the time. You saw Shuri turn her head towards the door where you soon entered. She shot you a grin which made you wonder what it could mean. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't think anyone was in here..." you said hesitantly. You noticed there was a song playing in the background but you would not be able to hear it outside of the lab since its soundproof.

"Oh, y/n, were you going to get a glass of water again?" She said looking you up and down with a deep, raspy voice. You swear you looked like the ripest red tomato ever at that comment. How did she know I was thirsty? "Uhm, yeah. Sorry to disturb you, I'll-" You said apologetically.

"No, its okay, really. I have a bottle of water in my mini fridge over there. Feel free." She said with a smile etched on her beautifully carved face.

You couldn't lie to yourself. You had a bit of a crush on the princess. OKAY FINE. A HUGE crush on the princess. It got to the point where you had small talks with Queen Mother (who was basically your second mom) about your feelings for Shuri. You knew she wouldn't feel the same way so you just-

"Y/N?" Shuri spoke in a worried voice. You quickly snapped out of your own delusional thoughts and back into reality again. She looked at you with these eyes that made you heart skip a beat. or two. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking and thank you." You went to Shuri's mini fridge located near Shuri's desk. As you grabbed it and thanked Shuri starting to walk off, she grabbed a hold of your hand gently which made spin towards her direction. "Y/N, try to stop this habit of waking up in the middle of the night because you hadn't drank any liquids the whole day. Promise me?" She said with a worried expression plastered on her face, waiting on your response. She noticed how flustered you were and smirked. "Uh, pro-promise." You said barely getting the words out of your damn mouth. Focus Y/N. She let your hand go and as you started to walk away, she followed you. As you walked out of the lab, she locked the door behind her. She made her way to her room, located in the same hallway as yours. She shot you finger guns with a full fledged smile and close the door behind.

"Bast help me."

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07:11 AM

"Good morning, Miss Y/N. You are request by Queen Ramonda in the dining hall at 8:00 AM." Griot announced. Your sleep was interrupted, forcing you to get up and get ready. "UGH, IT'S SO EARLYYY" regardless, you slumped your way out bed. you fell out of bed on the floor with a loud thump. "AH, SHI" you almost swore loudly for the whole castle to hear you.

You headed to your ridiculously large bathroom and got ready. You always over-dressed to everything you attend. You decided to be simple today. But your definition of simple was... detable. So you forced yourself to stay away from that side of the closet.

You wore a green sweatpants set with small gold hoop earrings, which brought out your eyes. You tied your back with two little pieces hanging in front of your eyes. You had one final look in the mirror and winked, happy with the final product.

You walked out of your bedroom closing the door behind it and made your way to the elevator. As you walked, you looked to your right facing the lab, recalling the events that happened not so long ago, 5 hours ago actually. You happened to remember what a fool you made of yourself infront of Shuri.

"Classic y/n."

you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts not even noticing the princess herself waving her hand try to get your attention from whatever you were thinking. "Bast, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I must be hungry." You said with a small apologetic smile etched on your face. She was quick to respond with a "no problem" smile on your face. You both walked into the elevator. As it started moving, there was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Shuri spoke up which startled you.

"Don't you think your overdressed?"

she said as she eyed up and down with a smirk until her gaze made its way to your eyes. You tried to build up some confidence which was pretty difficult under her intense gaze.

"This was the best I could do. You know I have a problem, princess."

Oop- where did all that confidence come from girl? She looked a bit flustered at the term you used for her. Everyone calls her this but she always liked the way you said it.

You both soon reached the dining hall and walked out, her leading to find Queen Ramonda sitting down already, probably waiting for the two of you. She smiled at the sight in front of her considering the stuff you two talked about. You made your way to the seat assigned to you and got comfortable. Shuri switfly sat next to you and smirked. You had no idea why but you tried to hide your confusion.

"Good morning, Queen Mother."

"Good morning, y/n my darling"

"Good morning, Mother"

"Good morning, lovely daughter, so glad you could join us."

Shuri only comes to breakfast once in a blue moon. She usually orders for the food to be brought to the lab, where she spends most of her time, practically hibernating in there.

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14:44 PM

You and the Queen were sitting out in the garden next to eachother facing the wall covered in Wakandan art. It was truly a beautiful sight to you both.

You and the queen have been very close practically since your birth. The queen and your mother have been best friends since high school. After giving birth to you unfortunately, she died soon after. Since then, Ramonda took you in and raised you as your own. She was like the mother you never had... Wait-

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

"So Y/N, Griot informed me of your little encounter in the dear early hours of the morning with Shuri"

"Ohhh yeah, it was nothing, just needed a glass of water. I was thirsty and just HAPPENED to let my curiosity get the best of me. No big deal."

"She likes you." was all that came out of the Queen's mouth. Those 3 words quickly brought your attention towards her.

"She hasn't said it but from the looks of it, I can easily tell she feels the same way. I would be happy if I were you."

You couldn't help the smile that was slowly appearing on your sunkissed face. Ramonda was quick to notice and giggled at your reaction which made you lose the smile and be more serious and contain yourself.

"I can't get my hopes up. She might just be like this in a way as friends. I don't want to ruin our friendship with my feelings for her. And I don't need her finding out. Too risky, don't you think Queen Mother? I love her but I'm scared."

You whispered the last part. You were so deep in your conversation not hearing footsteps approach you and a deep, sly-like voice spoke behind the two you of startling you both.

"Too late." Shuri said with a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Bast."

"I'm gonna leave you girls to uh, talk. Don't be naughty Shuri. Y/N, I have my eyes on you too."

Queen Ramonda joked playfully. Your face turned red and avoided eye contact as Shuri sat down in the lounge chair beside you. There was silence. Neither of you spoke after the events that just occurred and Shuri knew how embarrassed you felt after you found out about she truly feels about you. But little did you know. She slowly took your hand and slowly rubbed your knuckles with hand. You tensed up a bit at the contact but relax at the gentle soothingness it brought.

"You know Y/N/N, I'm suprised Mother hasn't told you about my feelings for you. I've liked you since we were kids actually. I always had a soft spot for you, and if you haven't noticed it yet, means I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings. That's why I'm so protective of you and worried that you don't get enough liquids or getting enough sleep. Because I love you. When I heard you talking about your feelings for me, I felt so happy. I was also scared Y/N. To ruin the friendship between us. But now, I think I can relax, right? Oh, and I heard you falling of your bed this morning, couldn't help but laugh."

She said the last sentence with a chuckle that sent your heart doing backflips with fireworks errupting. How does one's laugh sound so pretty? You chuckled as well, hoping you don't sound like a nervous wreck over her. Pull yourself together Y/N.

"Wow, uh. I really didn't expect this from you. Like never. And when I mean never I mean-" You cut yourself off. You sounded like a robot that was malfunctioning.

"Uh anyway, I guess I can relax too. Such a relief. I'm happy you feel the same way too. I... I love you too, princess. Sorry I just feel like none of this is real. Am I sure none of this is a prank? Would be more embarrassing than falling off a bed don't you agree?"

You said jokingly as Shuri laughed hitting her leg with the hand not holding you and throwing her head back, letting her curls bounce on her face. You looked at her and smiled.

'She's so beautiful, she is definitely sent from heaven.' You thought to yourself.

"Your more beautiful" She said smiling.

'Did she just read my mind? Did I say that out loud?' You thought to yourself again as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/N, why do you keep telling me your thoughts?" She said as she laughed.

"Bast. What is going on with me? I really-"

Before you could finish, at this point, Shuri had moved her chair closer to yours.

She kissed you. Magical, amazing, what's the word? It felt like you could taste the word beautiful. They moved in sync. As Shuri slid her hands on her waist, she was interrupted.

"SHURI, Y/N!"

"Sorry Mother." you said in unison

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SEEE WHAT I DID THERE??😭

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good-beans · 5 months

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HI @rainbowghostcat and @boxx-sama -- I have been enabled so I'm here to ramble a bit about my faves >:3 Top three are definitely Fuuta, Mahiru, and Yuno! Good taste gang !!🤝✨✨✨

It's a mix of enjoying their songs, genuinely getting into their stories, and relating to them just enough to go a little crazy asdfsd :') Shidou comes in at a close 4th, I love him a lot but I'm not as insane as I am about these guys lmao.

I was holding onto these asks to ramble when I had the time/energy but uuuuhhh I didn't mean to go on for so long sorry 😭 Woe, 03 06 02 thoughts be upon ye...

Starting with Fuuta!! His character has everything – He’s cool, he’s lame, he’s terrifying, he’s tragic, he’s funny, he’s unbearably real, he’s my silly little guy, he makes me cry, etc. The core of his character that always gets me is how normal he is. How he’s probably closest to the majority of the audience – he (and Kazui) are the only ones who did not have murder on their mind at all. He anticipated harm, but the thought of someone dying never once crossed his mind. He’s right around teens/early twenties. He engages with the online world a lot. So many milgram fans are in that age range, on the internet a lot (in order to enjoy the project and its fanbase), feel a strong sense of justice (since they’re so engaged in a project about morality), and aren’t in any situation dramatic enough that they expect anyone to die. He’s so much like all of us.

Continuing on that, his heart really is in the right place to start. He cares deeply about people and society, which is why he wants to fix it. His vision is a bit small, focusing on petty issues rather than huge social issues, but the point is he cares. He attacks Es because he’s trying to be the brave representative after hearing Haruka and Yuno were attacked. He yells at Kazui and Mahiru because they’re not helping the others. He takes care of Haruka. He gives Mahiru a birthday gift even when he has nothing to give.

His biggest issue is, he doesn’t belong. I’ve written up a whole analysis on how he’s written very neurodivergent: he misses social cues, he’s on the outskirts of friendships and groups. It’s more clear in characters like Haruka and Muu, but Fuuta is just as incredibly desperate for attention. For love. For that feeling of belonging in a group. His knightly fantasies aren’t ones of violence and weapons – they’re mostly scenes of him surrounded by a close-knit party of adventurers who are cheering him on.

All of this together is what makes him so compelling and so tragic to me. All the characters are human and real, but he’s the closest to a lot of viewers (myself included). He let the attention get to his head for just a bit too long, let himself get swept away in finally having friends. He got distracted thinking that the focus of being a hero was defeating, and not protecting. And all it took was a brief time of getting drunk on this attention, and now he has a little girl’s blood on his hands. It makes me absolutely insane.

I also think he’s such a cool special case because he truly got a taste of his own medicine. The other characters are being judged in an unfamiliar way, but he is being scrutinized in the Exact same way that Fuuta pried open others’ privacy. He was attacked and almost died because of Es’ judgment, just as his victim was attacked because of his judgment. The process of Milgram is putting him in his victim’s shoes, and it’s so cool to see.

Aaaaand on a lighter note – he’s just so fun!! He’s my little skrunkly fr!!! I love his shit-eating grin. I love his ridiculous laugh. I love his crooked teeth. I love the knight theme, and the fire symbolism. It’s pretty standard, but it suits him perfectly. He’s got such cool, badass songs! I’m obsessed with his voice, both his singing and vd performances are incredible. His vds are the only ones I’ll listen to often and out of the blue – Arthur Lounsbery uses such an interesting and fun voice for him ;--; His design is so fun (apparently I have a Type for redhead characters…), and his t2 development and design were amazing! There has been no other Milgram character that I want to reach through the screen and shake violently by the shoulders and also hug so badly 😂

I’m so obsessed with her theme of ‘being so kind that it causes harm’!! Because it’s very easy to dismiss the other characters as unforgivable when you look at the harm they wanted to cause their victim, or disregard they had for their victim’s feelings. But Mahiru… she doesn’t want to cause any harm. At all. She took her boyfriend’s feelings into consideration so much so that she didn’t stop him when she definitely should have. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body and yet she fucked up big time!! It’s such a unique type of murder!! The other characters need to be sat down and told “don’t hurt innocents, don’t seek revenge, don’t be selfish, etc” and then Mahiru is over here like “don’t be… nice to people.” Because it’s not about being nice per se – it’s about not being a doormat.

(I know her story is still a bit mysterious – my running theory is that her bf had health issues completely separate from their relationship. They started getting bad and he started to consider suicide. Instead of stopping him, Mahiru combined her need to copy her lover (as seen a lot in TIHTBILWY), her ideas that lovers do everything together, and her belief that one should do anything they set their mind to (as seen in her comments about Es/Kotoko and the attack). She says she’ll join him, make it a lovers’ suicide, but doesn’t follow through at the last second.)

She (and Mikoto) have really interesting themes of how not caring for yourself can actually hurt others. They put all their efforts into giving back to others, to society, fitting into the norms and expectations, not questioning others, and it backfires catastrophically. If she had stood up for herself and her relationship, she would not have assumed anyone deserved to die. She would have known that it wasn’t up to her alone to deal with her bf’s mental issues. She obviously wasn’t handling it correctly (rats….) but she didn’t need to! She should have pointed him to professionals instead of deciding she deserved to die along with him! But she was so poisoned by society’s expectations of being the perfect girlfriend and being considerate of others…

She’s just such a tragic case because the power of love is supposed to be perfect. She’s been taught her whole life that it’s wonderful and magical and pure. Who can kill with the power of love, after all? I can completely understand her denial of the situation, because I also wouldn’t picture a terrifying, dark scene if I knew I was only being nice for my whole life!

And her crime aside – she’s super fun :3 She has The Most Fun songs, she’s full of energy and excitement and enthusiasm! (out of the various english covers I like, hers is the one I jam out to most often hehe). She’s the most stunning character there! I’m a sucker for sunshine-coded characters 🌻🌻🌻I think she has the best symbols out of everyone, between the birdcage and the carousel. The fact that both Mahiru and her bf could be the bird and the cage. The two symbols representing beautiful things that can be trapping. Representing cycles. Representing relationships. I know the hourglass is a popular one but I think this is Yamanaka's finest set of symbols. I am unwell about it. So yeah, rather than give her a good shake I want to yank her right out of there – Get in loser we’re gonna get you some self-love!!!!

And a slightly shorter rant on Yuno because that was a lot adfsdf. Ad I'm aware of the irony that one of my points is that it kinda sucks how most rants on Yuno are cut short :( The thing is, she’s been very honest about her crime, and most people have considered her issue in a context outside of Milgram so they already have a pretty good idea on where their vote stands. Despite being the “obvious” innocent one, she really is the most emotionally charged character imo. It’s easy to relate to the other characters and feel knee-jerk reaction, but none have been so widely discussed as abortion and sex work. I can talk openly about everyone else and get into a nice discussion on morals and emotions, but Yuno is the one character I have to talk very, very carefully around. Whether I’m rambling about Milgram to my family or interacting with new fans, I never know what’s acceptable to say without falling into a whole debate on politics.

So, if it’s made me into someone who keeps quiet and skirts around things, I shudder to imagine the amount of lying/masking Yuno herself must do on a daily basis. I can easily avoid the topic if I choose to – she was dealing with that debate long before coming to Milgram, and is currently dealing with debates and judgements and insults and pity surrounding it. She’s naturally strong so I think fans often forget all the shit that this 18yo is dealing with on a daily basis, and how effortless she’s making it look <3

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mahiru shiina #yuno kashiki #❤️🧡🩷#LMAO SORRY #im just yellin about some of my favorite things -- feel free to yell back! (or completely ignore me asdfsdfs)#thank you tsumi for the dividers!#and the base for that phone meme was going around but lmk if you want it and i can link it #ask #rose posts

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dexabite · 2 years

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because i'm bored: here's what i think about the characters of ride the cyclone!

ocean o'connell rosenberg:

definitely was a huge snob. in my language, we call those kind of people "maldita" HAHAHAH

she sounds so much like a high school bully that it's hilarious... but also, i feel like she was bullied in elem and was consequently also mean in highschool? idk she gives me that energy

DEFINITELY the kind of person to love legally blonde and mean girls and just projected it onto her persona LMAOO

though she's probably really very much a big softie once she developed at the end of the musical, but still hides it behind her bitchy and rude exterior

she looks like she would take someone's phone and squint whenever someone shows her a meme, like the way a mother would

noel gruber:

mean gay. that's it.

it's canon that whenever he's nervous or uncomfortable, he picks on his nail polish! and i love that! he's just like me fr!

i think the thing he really wanted was just a life outside of his simple one when he was alive... and i think monique gibeau was his drag persona

that said: NOEL DRAG QUEEN AAHHHH

feels like he would be more reserved because he's trying to look normal because of his mom yk, so he probably didn't have many friends outside of the choir (who weren't very close to begin with, judging from the way they talk in the beginning of the musical)

but besides that, he wants to be FLAMBOYANT and FEMININE and i love him

mischa bachinski:

iconic. stole boxes of communion wine for his eight year old cousin because of birthday. im in love with him.

sorry to noel, but he's the REAL most romantic boy in town. nothing compares to the way he sings about talia as if he couldn't live without her. get yourself a man like mischa.

probably loves ridiculous memes. would laugh at them for so long and show everyone in the choir

i think he doesn't actually watch horror movies but watches analysis videos on youtube about them like i do.

when he actually watches horror movies, he squirms around and does all of these weird movements and noises to cope with the fear 😭 not outright scream though, he's too emasculated /j

ricky potts:

he is an oc writer just like me. i love him for that.

was most likely into warrior cats as a kid, obviously marvel comics and star trek too. no way he wasn't.

he mooost likely didn't want to be in the choir in the first place but ocean forced him in it, based off his reaction to ocean trying to get people to like her again after singing about social darwinism 😭

that said, he's just like me fr... using escapism as a coping mechanism for his lonelines... i love you ricky and and your sexy cat ladies from zolar

and actually, i think he's one of the most underrated characters apart from constance which is such a SHAME...

he's so nerdy and JUST LIKE ME FR!!!

i think that before his hands degenerated, he was an artist. not a good one, but enough for people to recognize it!

jane doe:

CREEPYPASTA ENJOYER I CAN SMELL IT OFF OF HER.

creepy... i love her...

and i think that she's really good at crocheting, to add onto the whole doll aesthetic. makes tiny sweaters for ricky's cats, probably made a phone case for constance made out of wool... no matter how inconvenient it was

i think that noel would've painted her nails black too because she deserves it!!!

anyway, her and ricky are the "the bad bitch i got thanks to my autism" meme definitely. going both ways

anyway her actor's voice always sounds like an opera singers it's so impressive! that's why i believe that she can actually sing opera if they ask her to

definitely knows obscure facts about medieval torture and lions... just because!

FOORNICATION UNDER CONSENT OF THE KING!!!!

constance blackwood:

HER SONGS MAKE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS IT'S CRAZY

the unique lesson of "there's no shame in loving my small town" ...my god you never hear that in musicals EVER

it's always "GET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!!!!" not the lesson that's in sugar cloud

that said, god... the fact that she doesn't like being called nice because it means that no one truly got close enough to her to know her for her goofiness... her weird thoughts, and her silly mannerisms and she had no one to vent to </3

hell, even her so called BEST FRIEND is mean to her!!!

but i feel like they'd still be close, despite that yk? best friends always stick together and as ocean develops more i think that they'd get closer until they're literally the only two who knows the other better than themselves

OH and i think that constance would've loved writing fanfic... she just has that kinda energy yk? she and noel would bond over writing and they'd talk about what they write and constance would hesitate because she doesn't want to admit that she writes gay fanfiction on ao3 😭🙏

#rtc #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #ride the cyclone musical #rtc jane doe #rtc constance #rtc mischa #rtc noel #rtc ocean #rtc ricky #i love this musical with all my heart and soul.#rtc hcs #ride the cyclone headcanons #ride the cyclone hcs #rtc headcanons

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ay-chuu · 2 years

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Precious hat boi+6 please? ♥️ it can be like Chuuya started to become so clumsy around y/n since the day he realized that he likes y/n

Thanks a lot for accepting my request, if you don't it's still fine. Have a nice day

Prompt 6: "how you survived this long by yourself"

A/N: I dont know why but, from the day i sent you a message, i always felt so sincere to you just by heart <3 So i really thought about your request a lot. Hope you'll like it love!

Warnings!: Storm Bringer spoi's! Reader is Chuuya's friend from 14 years old! Kinda bound by traumas-

Pairing: Chuuya x gn!reader

Souls are sometimes involuntarily attracted to each other.

The first time you met Chuuya, you saw him in the backyard of your school feeding a dog with his own lunch.

You were surprised. Because Chuuya was known as one of the punks of the school, -especially with the "Sheep" connection- so you watched him with a few seconds of shock.

When Chuuya noticed your gaze and turned his head quickly, the gentle expressions on his face quickly turned into aggressive and cold expression. You were so afraid of his facial expressions that you officially explained yourself like a reflex.

"S-sorry! I must have been blindsided in an instant!"

"Yes, I've noticed that too, you fool." and strangely enough, since he realized your innocence, he just stayed there, putting his hand in his pocket. As he stared at you with a cold gaze, you felt a cold sweat pouring out.

"You … You're Chuuya, right? Chuuya Nakahara."

“Yes. Who are you?"

And when you introduced yourself, you inwardly cursed your curiosity because you didn't really want him to recognize you. But well, the questions are mutual. Unless you're an information thief or something. And, oh, by the way, your ridiculous curiosity combined with your decency, you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"The food you gave the dog, wasn't it your lunch? You're not hungry?"

As he said, "I don't care-" You both heard his stomach rumbling. And at that moment, maybe out of compassion, maybe because you wanted to get to know Chuuya, you said the only sentence that came to your mind.

"Would you like to share my lunch? I did a little too much bento today…" "Tch- as I was saying. I'm not hungry-"

"Please?" And with those sweet puppy eyes of yours, Chuuya only shrugged, cursing inwardly.

Well, the more you talked to him, the more you found out that he's not such a bad guy. He's a bit strange. Someone who likes to kick bad people's ass. -So at least that's how you interpreted it in your sentences.- He likes dogs. An idiot who choked because he talked while eating. And oh, finally, he's the leader of Sheep.

I mean, your future leader.

Love connects two souls that are attracted to each other. But it doesn't show that it's the feeling that does it.

Two souls who love each other want to take on the pain of the soul they love.

Dazai was watching from the sidelines, the "quiet" sparring of the Sheep leader and the vice leader. Oh man, it was ironic that you two didn't know about the betrayal that will soon happen.

"What do you mean, 'I'm working temporarily for Port Mafia' !?"

"I SWEAR IT WAS BECAUSE OF THAT BASTARD WITH THE BANDAGES-"

And… after about 30 minutes of discussion, Chuuya finally said that he wanted to go to Dazai and get out of this as soon as possible, AND NO, HE DEFINITELY WASN'T DOING THIS BECAUSE HIS BEST FRIEND WAS MADLY ANGRY AT HIM. HE'S THE LEADER OF THE GROUP, OKAY?!

So, yes. That's why he kept your work as short as possible even tough he rejects because Chuuya didn't want you to be offended by him. Because he was very attached to you.

So much so that he was willing to correct any trauma you had and add it to his own life. He would want you to get rid of a disgusting man like your father and not miss a sweet mother…

To be honest, until you two became close, he never understood that you had a shitty childhood until you told each other about your traumas. But then he realized that the puzzle pieces fit together. You were a quiet person. You loved cats. You hated fights(unlike him, anyways-)and you always tried to be as compliant as possible. And finally, you were a very good person. Reliable, loyal and kind… And he knows that this world is hell for good people. While your friendship was developing, you trusted a guy like him, even going so far as to join his gang. He couldn't break your trust or even worry you. Because he knew it would be a betrayal, and he wouldn't do it if he died to someone like you who would never betray him.

Oh, he wished you weren't the only one who wouldn't betray him…

Even if they are experiencing the greatest pain in this world.

Sometimes love blinds two souls.

Chuuya had always wondered how time was able to give pains that went in the slowest way, in how fast a process.

Because the pain of betrayal was still like yesterday, and a whole year had passed since then. At least, he thought. God had taken pity on him and enabled him to overcome the pain of Sheep, whom he trusted so much, with the same confrontations as his closest friend. In other words, he wasn't alone. And Chuuya knew that's how you felt, too.

Maybe that's why you didn't mind him joining the Port Mafia. Because he's been getting over his pain since he joined, and look on the bright side! He had new friends!

And that's probably why, again, you didn't want to think about him being alone while you two were investigating his past.

But there were so many things you didn't know.

God always raises a dilemma in something. Because, sometimes that's how you learn about the good side of human feelings, but damn it, did he have to fall in love with you? And also, damn it again, why is it that since you realized this situation, he has become even more stupid, clumsy and made him look at you like crazy?

And the worst of it is, again, damn it, he would rather die than open up to you because he was madly afraid of losing you.

Nevertheless, he knew deep down that sooner or later youwould notice this, because he had been looking at you like he was going to eat you or somethning. I mean, it's not his fault, okay! You're so charming, you're good, and my god, you're loyal to him.Its your fault! He had to be a person without a brain or something to not fall in love with you. Of course, if he is a human…

Still, Chuuya was an idiot. Because if he could understand that you have so many feelings for him too, he wouldn't have to contract so much.

Although the love connection of two souls is visible to everyone.

Souls are what makes a person human.

Romantic or not, love is the strongest feeling that gives the soul the property of reason.

In the people you love, pain is pervasive. Because seeing a single tear of that person could have made you want to burn the world down. That's how valuable Chuuya was to you. You thought if only you could take some of his pain away from him and put it on yourself…

On your shoulder, with his head shaking slowly and trying to cry with silence, you were sure that you had to talk to him, but you didn't know where to start. Maybe you should have started by saying that it wasn't his fault that his friends died, and that they all died very happily from their bond to him? Or should you have told him that you were madly in love with her, that you would stay by his side for as long as you lived, and that when you were with his, you understood humanity more than anything else? Maybe you should have told me that those asshole scientists can't understand any emotion shit?

No. Surely the first things you should have said shouldn't have been the thorns that the root problem raised. You should have told him that there are more human than some scientist shit. Because the body born of the codes it was formed from was more alive than the body of most people in this world, according to you.

After all, only God gives the soul. It's not fucking science codes.

"…Chuuya?"

"…"

"How you survived this long by yourself?"

And fuck. Seriously, you caught him with that question. Looking at you with a puzzled and questioning face, he only said, "What?".

"I said, where do you get the motivation to live?"

"Does the answer to this question really matter? Because after the information just given, I think my answer is the most unnecessary."

"If you answer the question, you will understand that in fact it is the most valuable for you."

But he did not understand. What difference does it make to someone who was not born a human being for the purpose of living? Maybe even the pain he was feeling right now was coded… But.. Oh... when he thought about it, he thought that this is impossible, because he realized that he felt the same feelings as that bandaged bastard. And when he understood what you said, he pinched your hand to answer the question. He got nervous when he realized that you were holding hands at that moment.

"My feelings… I live for my feelings and the goals of my feelings." he was able to say while slowly blushing and swallowing. You just smiled at his reaction and smoothing his hair with your other hand. "Exactly, your body could be a clone. But your soul, feelings and thoughts are never encodings taken from your clone. DNA puts feelings in the body, but it is the soul that controls them. The soul makes a person human." You put your hand gently on his cheek. "What I'm saying to you is that if there is a being here who can be described as human, it's you and me. Because neither those asshole scientists have a soul as great as yours, nor those who contribute to it, do you understand?"

And he understood.He began to tremble with the relief that came to his body with understanding the only thing he needed to understand at that moment. He was a human. He felt, he understood, and he was suffering. He loved you. He was definitely a human being…

"I…"

"I'm in love with you, Chuuya."

With your confession, he looked at you in shock as his pupils shrank.

"I'm too much in love with you… I wish i could erase everything that has been done to you, I wish i could take your pain away from you. But the only thing I can do for you is to be able to have feelings for you while staying with you until the end of my time. I'm sorry… I never saw my father as a family, and since my mother died, you are the only thing that can be called my family. So please, stop feeling sorry for things that happened in the past. Pity the heart of someone like you." towards the very last parts, you finished your speech, feeling that your voice was trembling.

As Chuuya grasped your words, he felt like the stupidest person in the world. Because the way he treated you, you treated him the same way. In other words, as much as he was in love with you, you were just as much in love with him. You were right. His suffering would never go away, it would not diminish even if shared, and he would not be able to change his past. But... just as he could face every pain, he had to learn to erase it. Because that's how humans learned about life. Live, comprehend, learn and erase the pain. And he was a human.

He promised himself at that moment, that from now on he would not have a single thing to hide from you, that is, from his true family and love. He would protect you until the end of your time, and he would always take care of you, just like you did him. At that moment, he thought a lot about whether you are human or not. He thinks you are an angel. Just an angel specially given to him, and he wanted to be angry with himself for not realizing it wisely before.

"You're right, I can never reduce my pain, but i can erase it after I've lived through as much as I need to live from it. Because a human learns with pain."

He took both of your hands and as he slowly leaned forward and kissed your lips, he was glad that the first kiss happened at such a beautiful moment.

"I don't know what will happen in the future. But with you by my side, i don't feel scared anymore, because when i'm with you, i can overcome everything. The only thing i'm afraid of is losing you… I don't know how to express my love for you. I love you. I hope that my fear is unnecessary, because you are always so strong, my love." And as he hugged you tight, you noticed that you were both crying.

Souls mature with feelings. And as the souls mature, the being called "human" reflects its own definition more and more every day.

Souls overcome what they cannot overcome, by connecting with each other. Because romantic or not, love is strong enough to overcome human greatest pain.

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satans-left-asscheeky · 1 year

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Hi! I'm not sure if you are currently taking requests but if you are I'd like to request how the F04 companions would react to a Sole Survivor who gets around by using Roller Skates!! Or just, is just really good at Roller skating in general.

Thank you! :D

This is so cute! Sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it 💖

Maccready

"Hey- Wait up! This is so not fair!"

Much to his annoyance, he'd have to jog to keep up with sole which would lead to a lot of bitching from Mac. Eventually, he'd either just shut up about it or get his own pair because he hated lagging behind so much. If he did get his own pair, Sole would definitely need to teach him how to skate because the first time he put the roller blades on he was a wobbly mess.

Hancock

"Would you look at you... Havin' fun?"

He'd fully expect a turn once sole was done. Once he had the skates on he'd try and take off just like he'd seen sole do and end up falling on his ass, so whith a hurt rump and pride he'd hand them back to sole and decide to leave the skating to them

Cait

"Take those damn things off.... you look ridiculous"

She didn't think this looked like a good idea. Sole was liable to fall down and break something, and what a stupid way to get injured

Danse

"This doesn't seem the slightest bit safe"

the paladin would hold his breath every time he saw the skate by, even if sole somehow managed to never fall.

Curie

"Oh, this looks like so much fun! Wherever did you find these madam/monsieur"

She'd wanna try to roller skate! Although as soon as she fell down and scuffed her knees and gave Sole the "🥺" face Sole decided it was time to put them up for a bit, at least until they could get Curie knee pads

Deacon

"You look like those waitresses at the old dinners... ah man, all we need now is a jukebox, and we're set"

He'd think it was great. He'd love to see them whip by on their skates. He'd get a massive kick out of them, especially when des and carrington would give them an annoyed glance at hq. Priceless

Piper

"Where'd you find those!? No, really, we've gotta get a pair for Nat."

Her and sole would scrounge the commonwealth looking for a pair of roller skates in Nats size. Once they found one Sole would then have to teach the preteen how to skate. Overall, it was a pretty wholesome exchange

Nick

"Heh, look at you! Gotta say I still am mad the institute didn't give me wheels... would make getting around a lot easier."

Much like dee, he'd think it was hilarious and adorable. He'd be a bit jealous when they were easily able to outpace him, and his old rusted body couldn't keep up, but oh well.

Preston

"I mean, you'll definitely get to settlements faster wearing those...."

He doesn't really understand why they're wear them... was it some prewar tradition? Either way, it was fine by him since its making them faster overall. Now, if only they could equip some more minutemen with these.... they could really be there at a minutes notice.

X6-88

"When you inevitably fall, I will not be helping you back up"

He finds it annoying the way the zipped around. They were drawing far to much unwanted attention for his taste

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When They Want Affection - Haikyuu

PART 1 - Setters

Oikawa Tooru:

We know that Tooru is a major league drama queen! And I definitely think he would bring it up a few levels just for you, I mean, you are his partner, so you have to pay attention to him at all times!

~ "(y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y-" ~ "Enough Tooru!" You nearly shrieked at him, it had been two hours, you needed to study for a test you had coming up and your boyfriend was being a massive pain in the- ~ "Cuuuuutie!" Tooru once again interrupted your thoughts with his incessant whining, "I'm all sore from training, I want you to take care of me!" ~ Tooru gets really demanding when he wants attention, but this isn't the first time this has happened, you knew exactly what to do, ignore him. ~ "I'm sorry honey, but I've got to finish this, just keep yourself entertained for a little while longer." You told him gently, but with an edge in your voice that anyone with decent survival instincts would hear and run from. ~ Tooru did not have good survival instincts. ~ He kept up his pout and kept up his adamant whinging! ~ He kept making his own odd noises, huffing and humming and generally just being annoying, but you continued to ignore him, writing down notes and highlighting paragraphs in textbooks. ~ Once he realised that you weren't budging, he kicked it up a notch, beginning to sigh, ridiculously loudly. ~ You blink slowly, breathing deeply to keep from throttling your lovely boyfriend, but that was no where near good enough for Tooru. ~ He then begins poking and prodding, starting with fiddling with your pens and the stationary on your desk, moving to playing with your hair and finally poking your cheek. ~ You smack his hands away softly a few times, but he keeps coming back, poking at your cheek, or your shoulder, or your thigh. ~ Huffing, you close your textbooks and your notepad, rolling your eyes when you realised that your bratty boyfriend had won and he had realised too. ~ Picture a puppy that you'd left at home for twenty minutes to go to the store, you come home and he is so excited his eyes light up and his tail wags like crazy. That was Tooru right now. ~ He basically tackled you onto the bed, he had his head in your lap and his hands on your hips as your fingers ran through his hair. ~ He had this cute, content smile on his face, but beneath it, you could see the biggest conniving grin you'd ever seen. ~ "Knew you'd see things my way, love you baby!"

Miya Atsumu:

I feel like Atsumu would get the most upset about your attention when you're giving more attention to his team mates, I think he'd get really grumpy and try to give you the silent treatment… Let's see how that works out.

~ Atsumu sat away from the rest of the team, they were all on the bus on their way to some practice camp, he had been looking forward to it! ~ He was excited to show off just how good he and his team were, but he was also thrilled to be able to spend a whole week with you! ~ He always felt so bummed when he had to walk you home at the end of the school day, even though the two of you were basically joined at the hip at the weekends as well, when he didn't have practice. ~ This week would be awesome! ~ Or at least, it should have been… If you weren't so busy talking to everyone else! ~ Even though they were only ten minutes into an hour long journey, you had spent none of that time with him! ~ The guys knew what they were doing to him, they knew that he had been planning for the two of you to sit at the back of the bus, away from everyone else, so you could cuddle, watch some of the stuff he had downloaded, hold hands… ~ But now all that went out the window! ~ He could see Suna and Osamu smirking at him over your shoulder, they had pulled you down to sit near them, saying they weren't feeling well. Liars! ~ So Atsumu sat at the back of the bus pouting. ~ About half an hour left in the journey, you came to the back of the bus to check on your boyfriend, mostly because he had been completely silent and had distanced himself from everyone, so safe's to say you were concerned. ~ You sat next to him, watching his eyes light up as he struggled to keep the pout on his face, "You okay baby?" You asked, making sure your thigh was against his and you had taken his hand in yours, Atsumu was blushing like mad. ~ But he didn't tell you what was going on, he didn't say anything actually. ~ Realising what your boyfriend was doing, you sighed, this would be insufferable if he kept this up. Luckily, you knew how to fix it. ~ "Well, if you're not going to talk to me, I guess I'll go back to Suna and Samu…" You mumbled, knowing full well just how bad his jealousy gets. ~ He grabbed your arm, immediately whining, "Noooooo! You've been with them the whole time! It's my turn!" ~ You giggled and sat with him again, letting him snuggle into the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on his head.

Kozume Kenma:

It's very rare that Kenma would get super upset that you're not paying him any attention, usually it's the other way around, but I feel like the one time he would desperately crave you're attention, is when he's sick.

~ Kenma had gotten a nasty cold and had text you, practically begging you to come over after school. ~ You were coming over anyway, you had heard from Kuroo that he was sick, so you had collected his homework, got some soup and medicine from the local convenience store and made your way to the Kozume House. ~ Knocking out of politeness, you knew nobody would be at home other than Kenma, but just in case! ~ You walked into the house, hoping you wouldn't find your timid boyfriend how you though you would, meaning, out of bed, sat in front of his computer, playing games… ~ Therefore you were really surprised when you saw him snuggled up in a million blankets and pillows in bed. ~ You didn't want to say this, because you knew he wasn't feeling well but you couldn't help it! "You look so cute!" You cooed. ~ And he did! His nose was all red, as were his cheeks because of a slight fever, his hair was slightly dishevelled and he was wearing the biggest hoodie he owned (a hand-me-down from Kuroo). ~ He looked up at you, naturally he did have a game console in his hands, but you were just glad he'd listened to your earlier text that told him to stay in bed. ~ "Whatever." He mumbled, but you could see him trying to hide his cheeks in the covers. "Could you- maybe- I… Never mind…" He whispered. ~ You looked at him confused, he was shy sometimes, sure, but he knew he could ask you to do anything, the only time he got this nervous was when he- ~ When he wanted cuddles… ~ You smiled, taking off your jacket and school blazer, before getting under the covers with Kenma, he looked relieved that he didn't have to ask, but also seemed worried. ~ "Wait, you're gonna get sick…" Aw that's what he was worried about? ~ You laughed lightly, "Well, then I'll get sick, cuddles with you are rare! I'm taking what I can get!" You cheered, while you wrapped your arms around his, his head on your chest as he continued his game. ~ You could hear him let out a sigh of contentment, happy about getting what he wanted. ~ "Thank you love…"

Kageyama Tobio:

Tobio would crave your attention during practices and his games! Like, he knows he's good, but he wants you to know! I can see him performing his quick with Hinata and getting super excited, turning to see if you saw your baby do good!

~ This was an important game for Tobio, well, all of his games were important to him, but this game was special. It was his first time playing an actual match where you attended! ~ You always tried your best to go to his games and made time for his practices, but things always seemed to get in the way, you had to help your parents or work or had way too much school work to finish. ~ But today was different and Tobio was thrilled! ~ He spent his time during the warm up, craning his neck around to find you in the stands, seeing you wearing a shirt you and your friends had spent time on, orange and black with his jersey number on the front. ~ Tobio blushed seeing you wearing it, he wasn't expecting you to come wearing that! He was very happy to see you in his number though… ~ "Hey! Kageyama! Get it together, warm up!" Coach shouted, startling him away from his staring, his face got even more red as he saw you covering your mouth, trying to hide what he assumed was a laugh… ~ It was halfway through his first match, he could see you cheering him on, as well as his team, this specific team he was against weren't much competition, but he didn't want to get too full of himself. ~ The final point was up for grabs, obviously it was him and his team's to take, he and Hinata performed their freak quick attack and scored the winning point for Karasuno! ~ He looked over to you and saw you cheering and jumping with your friends in the stands, you saw him looking and blew him a kiss, smiling a big smile with your eyes closed. ~ Leading to Suga crowding Tobio, worried about the boy who now had a nosebleed.

Akaashi Keiji:

After a long day of being a mom and taking care of Bokuto, making sure he doesn't run into traffic or something, Akaashi comes home or goes to your place and silently begs for attention, he'd be too tired to do anything, but that doesn't mean he wants you doing things either. You should be cuddling him!

~ Keiji knocked once at your house before entering, he knew your parents weren't home, even then, they love him so he would probably just come in anyway. ~ He let out a big sigh, taking off his jacket and shoes at the door, he was so tired! ~ Bokuto was really difficult today, first he was too tired to get into practice this morning, then he refused to eat his greens at lunch and he went into emo mode during evening practice… ~ On top of that, his final exams were coming up, plus nationals… It was all just too much right now. He needed you. ~ He followed the smell of dinner into the kitchen, where you were stood at the stove in a cute apron, stirring a pot of something, he didn't really care, your food was good either way. ~ Walking up behind you, he made sure to make some noise, not wanting to frighten you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, his head on your shoulder, leaving kisses on your neck and cheek. ~ He wasn't able to hang out with you as much today, or this week for that matter, he had been far too busy babysitting a certain owl child… ~ "Hiya Keiji, tired?" You asked gently, squeezing the hand he'd left on your hip. ~ He muffled a groan, nodding into your skin, he was glad you were around, that you hadn't gotten upset with him, he was upset with himself for being too busy for you, so these moments with you were very important to him. ~ "I love you sweetheart." His voice was blunt, as always, but you knew he was sincere, he always was.

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