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calif0rnia-lovers · 3 years

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goodbye rituals.

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a/n: my last rio fic was smutty, so this one is soft.

requested kiss challenge: jealous kiss + rio

pairing: rio x his wife | rating: 💙 | words: 942

sum: rio feels some type of way when you give his son a kiss, and not him.

Rio’s eyes reluctantly move from the soccer match playing on the screen at the sound of your heels against the kitchen floor.

Resting on his elbow, he’s on the living room floor washing down his third slice of pizza with a beer. His son Marcus is sprawled out on the rug right alongside him, chin propped up in his hands, his wide brown eyes glued to the screen.

“Alright,” you huff, stopping alongside the sofa. “I’m heading out.”

“You sure?” Rio asks.

You've made this announcement at least three times in the last hour, only to return back to your bedroom for a new outfit. He glances back at the tv, long enough to see what sparked a cheer from the fans, before allowing his gaze to drift back to you. This time, your husband's eyes linger on the black fabric accentuating your curves.

The black dress is by far one of the simplest in your closet. That meant there were no patterns or eye-catching slits to draw eyes away from the fact the dress appeared to be made perfectly for you.

“What type of dinner you say this was?”

Your eyes lift from your purse to find your husband’s brow arched, his beer bottle hovering a few inches from his lips.

You ignore the question and return to the task at hand--finding your car keys. Rio knows exactly where you’re going. It is Saturday evening, which means you're heading out to have dinner with friends.

That doesn’t stop him from adding, “dressing up for your boyfriend tonight?”

“Of course,” you wink, squatting down to place a kiss against Marcus’s hair.

The action is enough to pull the young boy’s gaze from the television. A grin brightens his face as Marcus tips his head back, permitting you to leave a second kiss against his forehead. You leave a third against his cheek, his arm reaching up to give you a hug.

“Don’t tease daddy too much when his team loses,” you whisper.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“You too.”

“Alright, bye, babe. I’ll text you when I get there.”

"K. I love you."

The ringing of your phone pulls your attention back to your purse as you stand. Your fingers brush over your husband's shoulder as you pass. The gesture pulls Rio’s gaze back to you, but you’re heading towards the door before he can blink.

“Hold up, aren't you forgetting something?”

Your husband’s question causes you to pause. The furrow of your brow deepens as you turn on your heels, your focus returning to the living room.

“What...oh,” you start forward with a smile on your face.

Rio tilts his head back expectantly. His brow furrows as you reach past him to retrieve the blue keychain from the nearby coffee table.

“My keys.”

“...the keys…” Rio echoes as you answer your ringing phone.

It only takes a moment for him to find his feet. Rio’s strides catch up with yours just as you reach the door. His hands find your waist, stopping you from taking a step further.

All regard for your phone call is thrown out the window. His left hand easily swipes the cellphone from your hand.

“What--Christopher!” Your eyes widen as he hangs up the call. “That’s so rude!”

“Rude?” Rio releases a dry laugh. His playful eyes betray the seriousness of his tone. “Rude, was you trying to walk out without saying goodbye.”

“Stop being dramatic. I said goodbye.” You step forward in an attempt to escape his grip. It's ironclad.

You catch sight of Rio's rolling eyes as you turn to face him.

“You mean that half-ass goodbye?” The warmth of his palms finds your face, his gaze meeting yours. “I can’t get a kiss, a hug, no half-ass ‘love you’, nothing?”

Although it is your turn to roll your eyes, you can’t deny your husband the smile he is looking for.

You let out a tiny sigh before responding. “Goodbye, Christopher. I’m officially going to be late thanks to you. Love you.”

Rio's brow arches as you lift your hand. Palm up, expectantly awaiting your cellphone. You bite back your budding smile as Rio’s head shakes softly. He makes no move to release you or to pass over the phone.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumble as you take in your husband’s expectant gaze. Your eyes briefly close as Rio's smile grows. You say the following words slowly, making a point to leave a pause between each. “I love you.”

“You wouldn’t be late if you would’ve just said it earlier,” Rio chuckles. His words come out muffled as he stops to press a kiss against your forehead.

“Now,” you lightly press your hand against his chest, putting a small distance between your bodies. “Can I please have my phone back?”

Rio takes a moment to consider your question. The amused smile stretched across his lips lets you know the answer before it is spoken.

“Nah, we're not done." Rio's head shakes, his arms wrapping around your waist keeping your body against his. "You were really gonna sit up here and disrespect me like that?”

“Disrespect you?” Now it’s your turn to laugh, the sound dropping his playful gaze to your lips.

“In my own house,” your husband adds. “Kissing someone else and forgetting about me?”

"Someone else?" You giggle. "You mean your son?"

"Doesn't matter," Rio challenges, his grin stretched from ear to ear.

Your head shakes, your voice lowering as your lips press against his cheek.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you.”

The kiss you place against his lips is not enough. Rio's grip tightens around you, keeping you in place until he's satisfied. His lips press against your forehead as he releases you. Despite finally being free, you step forward to bring your lips back to his one more time.

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wrenqueenisboss · 2 years

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What A Shame - cc!George x gn!reader

Hello wonderful people! I took part in @allywritesforfun secret platonic lover! I am @gray-moon2’s secret platonic lover! HOPE YOU LIKE IT, WIFEYYY <3/p

warnings: swearing words: around 1k SPL request (summary): based on the song "What A Shame". Angst-to-fluff with George or Karl

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George jumps over the fence in your backyard as he always does after school. Staring up at your window, he secures the straps of his backpack before climbing up the garden terrace against the wall.

A smile ghosts the corners of his lips at the thought of seeing you. Sure, you guys were talking in school minutes ago. But the brunet loves you too much to just not miss you.

He balances his feet carefully on the panels of the white vine trellis as he reaches up to knock on your window. It takes five more seconds than usual before your window is opened. And for the first time ever, you just walk back to your bed.

George tosses his backpack inside your room before climbing inside himself, gaze settling on each one of the familiar frames hanging on your walls.

You aren't talking, just sitting on your bed and scrolling through your phone.

He tries to break the awkward silence with a joke. "What happened to the usual "hey, idiot"? Honestly, I never thought I'd miss it."

No reaction. He frowns sitting next to you on the bed.

Instinctively, you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. George blushes but quickly tries to pull himself back into the situation. He tries to casually wrap an arm around your shoulders. It's a little clumsy (his fingers brush your cheekbones) but the soothing touch on your arm calms you down.

"What's up, Y/n? You okay?" Your best friend finally asks. His gentle fingers slow the pattern they were tracing, prompting an answer. "You're not acting like yourself- which is totally okay! I just want to make sure you are okay." He stumbles over his words.

It's a very "George" thing to do.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your quivering bottom lip and the tears that threaten to fall. "Sapnap cheated on me... so I broke up with him."

George's mind goes completely blank. "HE DID WHAT?!" He sits up with a start.

"Cheated on me, with some fucking random girl that looks like all of the others he'd stare at." You scroll through the angry texts with your ex. "And I had to find out on Valentine's Day for fuck's sake."

"Please tell me you dumped him," George pleads, already thinking of ways to give Sapnap what he deserves. He unconsciously pulls you closer to his warm body. You snuggle closer, craving the comfort of your friend.

"Yeah, dumbass," you scoff. "I literally just said that. And why the hell would I not dump him? I gave him so many "second chances" and he fucked all of them up." You're angry and confused and hurt and- honestly, just trying to focus on the way your best friend is holding you close. Hugging you. You close your eyes as he runs a gentle hand through your hair.

"That asshole really doesn't deserve you," the brunet says as he starts to part your hair into three sections. "Do you want me and Clay to beat him up. You know he'd be happy to help after he hears what happened."

You laugh. "Thanks, I'll probably join you too in the 'beating up' part. But Clay already knows. He was actually the one who told me about how Sapnap was bringing home another girl."

"Besides, we'll need him on the football time tomorrow. We have a big game coming up."

George lets out a bitter laugh. "That's going to be awkward."

"Yeah...." You trail off. "I'll deal with it, though."

With steady fingers, he begins to braid back a section of your hair. You close your eyes and focus on the soothing sensation. Focus on the comfort and familiarity, rather than the thunderstorms raging inside of you. It's mostly anger, anyway.

A few quiet minutes pass. By the end of them, your soft hair has been braided. You admire George's handiwork, smiling your approval, before whipping out your phone.

"I'm going to text him," you announce confidently, a determined gleam in your gorgeous eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at you, skeptical. "Listen, I trust you, but maybe this isn't the best idea you've ever had."

You roll your eyes, already opening your texts with Sapnap. "I'm just giving him a piece of my mind, don't worry."

Your fingers hover over the screen, thinking of what to say.

"What a shame", you type out, letting your anger pour out into your words. "You could've been with me instead of whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is. But you fucked that up too. Congrats on losing me, dickhead."

George looks over your shoulder, reads the messages you've sent and lets out a low whistle. "Damn."

But then he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks. Wrapping and arm around your shoulders to bring you close, he sighs. "Sapnap's an idiot. He's an idiot for not treating you the way you deserve."

You lean back into the warmth of his hug, taking comfort in George's reassuring words. "Yeah. I loved him, though. That's why it hurts."

"'Loved'?" he echoes, trying to hide the twinge of hope in his voice.

"Yeah," you intertwine your finger's with his, hands clasped together. "Our relationship was already fading. For a while, I think. But it still hurts to know that he'd cheat."

Feeling bold, George kisses the crown of your head, hugging you closer. "You deserve the world, Y/n. I really hope you know that."

A blush rises to your face at his words and suddenly you were acutely aware of every place the two of you were touching. Hands clasped together. His chin resting on your head. Your back against his chest. You are practically sitting on his lap, too.

You want to live in the moment. This tender moment with your best friend. The best friend you are falling for. So you shut off your phone and snuggle even closer to George. The two of you are full-on cuddling at this point. It's comfortable. He makes you feels safe.

"By the way, Y/n," he mumbles into your hair. "Happy Valentine's Day."

[the end]

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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sinumaki · 2 years

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okqay so this is like the third time im trying this, my ask keeps disappearing it's so annoying. anyways, HELLOOO MY LOVEE!!! HOWW ARE YOUUU?? I HOPE THAT YOURE WRAPPED UP ALL WARM AND COZY BEACUSE ITS THE WEEKEND AND THE WEATHER IS DOING TOO TOOOO MUCH. its actually so bloody cold.

I'd like to request a matchup if that's okay with you. please dont feel pressured or anything to do this and take as long as you need. like seriously, please make sure you're taking care of yourself and drinking water!! go drink some nowww!!! your health is top priority :)) thank you so muchh!!

fandom - sinumaki jujutsu kaisen pleaseee <33

preferred gender - you i don't really mind whatever, but slight preference towards male :))

love language - act of service, gift giving,, and i am very touch starved ;-;

tbh my love language is teasing you as a joke even though you know i don't mean anything i say and making up for it by being extra loving in private

personality - i am an intp-a, my star sign is aries and i am really impulsive and do a lot of dumb shit sometimes and then as soon as i do it, i pause and im like, probably shouldn't have done that. but oh well. but at the same time i can be really serious and mature and most of my friends come to me for advice. i am very sarcastic, like people sometimes don't know if I'm being serious or not because of it, I LOVE puns, puns are the best, especially good puns. and dad jokes, I love dad jokes. i hate to admit it but my humor is really lame. also im into gilfs

hobbies - some hobbies i have are reading (it's actually becoming a problem, im going broke buying books but i want more books but i still haven't read the ones ive bought),, baking - my brownies are famous, everyone loves them and my cousins still talk about the brownies i made for them 4 or 5 years ago. i also like cooking, very much so. as you can see, i am a very domesticated person. oh wait i forgot lmao, another hobby is annoying everyone i love, it's a really fun pass time and I highly recommend it, 10/10

so yeahh, please feel free to not do this if you don't want to, again babes, your well being and health is the top priority!! please make sure you're drinking enough water and eating as well! i hope you have a lovely lovely day and thank you so much!! I love you wifeyyy ��💕

I MATCH YOU WITH...

note. im stealing u from yuuta Sorry not sorry

☆ MASTERLIST

☆ — YUUTA

yuuta was the first thought that came to my mind

acts of service? gift giving?? physical touch??? oh my god. yuuta will be the perfect man for you

honestly, when yuuta loves, he loves hard. (we've seen rika) he would go to the moon for you

yuuta sadly doesn't get too spend as much time with you as he'd like - considering he's constantly on missions and such - but when he does finally get to come back to you? expect his hands to be filled with gifts

ps. you no longer have to worry about going broke from buying books - yuuta will be getting you any books you want (need) and no. he will not be taking no for an answer.

every time he travels to go on a new mission, yuuta always likes to take some time to look around the area, especially in foreign countries! anything that reminds him of you, or anything that he thinks you'd even remotely like - he will buy for you. price be damned.

you may or may not have to tell him to stop (or at least slow down) on the gifts when your cupboards start overflowing and your bed is taken over by the 5 foot teddy bear he'd brought back for you

he means well, truly!!

acts of service too - expect to wake up to breakfast in bed when yuuta's back, chores that you may or may not have been procrastinating on for the last week done and dusted

he'll wake you up gently too, kisses to your forehead and sweet nothings whispered in your ear as he brushes the hair out of your face - he feels truly guilty waking you up when you look so angelic

yuuta doesn't mind your teasing - i mean, he's got maki as one of his best friends - he can handle it

especially when he knows you'll make it all up to him in private - he really can't wait for your apology kisses (although he thinks you have nothing to apologise for, but he's not going to tell you that now <3)

although yuuta is a cancer - which usually don't mould well with aries - he is also an infj

infj's and intp's are highly compatible - and oftentimes called a golden pair!

your opposing functions don't deter you away from each other, but rather attract you two together even more

especially since you're both mature - the conflicting ways in which infj's and intp's handle things draw you in, both intrigued by the other

yuuta doesn't necessarily love your impulsiveness - but he's quite emotional himself, often times causing him to act out on his own impulses especially in stressful situations

the fact that both of you can take in after that maybe it wasn't the best idea helps strengthen your bond - while one is acting on pure impulse, the other can ground you and help you take a step back for a moment before you do anything you'll regret

yuuta may not get your sarcasm at first - but he'll learn overtime! just make sure to reassure him or let him know when he gives you that cute confused look

yuuta does not think your humour is lame!! (his is probably worse, anyway)

he will cackle and laugh like you've never heard him before when you tell him a pun that wasn't even remotely funny enough to pull out a laugh like that - but hey, you'll take it!

he'll look up "puns" or "dad jokes" and memorise them - at least he thinks he did, when the time comes for him to actually tell you the joke, yuuta completely fumbles, and you don't even know what the poor boy's saying anymore

please just stop him from talking with a kiss or a hug - anything to save the boy from any more embarrassment

BAKE FOR HIM!!

if you ever send hima care package with your brownies while he's away on a mission - he will be proposing to you when he gets back

what do you mean he can't do that because he's still in high school?? they clearly haven't tasted your brownies

yuuta's not too bad of a cook himself!

ie. he got tired of eating convenience store food every time he travelled and had to learn to cook for himself

but even so! please do teach him any recipes you may have <3 whenever he's particularly missing you, he'll try and cook it himself remembering the way you'd moved around the kitchen as he kept his arms wrapped around your waist

although his doesn't taste exactly like the way you cook it - it's still enough to warm his heart until he can finally be back in your arms

#🩰. cupid’s arrow! [event]

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mrskodzuken · 3 years

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wifeyyy, i was wondering if i could maybe request another moodboard for your event? this time with nicolas romero, gold or honey yellow (whatever you find stuff easier for) and our dates would usually be in the beach!

thank you so much! i love you a lot and take care if yourself for me, alright, angel? 🥺💗

Wifeyyyyyyy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🙈🙈💕💕💕💕💕😘😘😘 *Tinkerbell nods* you too!! Ily more 🥺😘♥️

Kinda reminded me of that recent event of yours involving wiiiiiine so 🥂🍾 cheers to you and your man Romero 😉 *headpats*

Date Tayo: 2nd wave (moodboard ask event - ongoing)

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onlyfortheplot · 4 years

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Science jokes suck!

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Prompt: “ your hands are so much larger than mine ”

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Warning: Kuroo’s science joke

REQUEST:

for the drabbles, can i get 14 with kuroo? 👀 it looks like ur masterlist is lacking in him ;) THIS WOULD’VE WORKED SO WELL W BOKUTO TOO but i’m trying to be loyal to our nekoma king for once so (also i knew i secretly wanted kuroo with this anyway) 😞✋ thank you bb, i already know it’s going to be amazing 💋💞 WAIT I FORGOT TO SAY FOR THE GENRE FLUFF PLS- @lizbotw WIFEYYYY <3

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“Babe.”

You ignored him, only shrugging your jacket closer to your face. It was almost winter and you were freezing. Even after layers and layers you could still feel the chill air seeping into your skin, making your bones ache. You teeth chattered as Kuroo called you for nth time. You gave him a cold glare.

“C-can you shut up,“ you couldn’t even talk properly. Your teeth were shivering too much.

“Are you cold?“ he asked you looking down at your well tucked figure.

“No. Tetsurou. No.“ you snapped, giving him your best glare.”I’m very hot.“

He laughed at your sarcasm, tucking his long, slender hands in his own pockets. You could see the cold was affecting him too, as his cheeks drew a blotchy red, and tip of nose looks as if it had been frozen off. You watched as he breathed a puff of air, a small cloud forming almost immediately. He chuckled at that.

“Did you know condensed air can—“

“Tetsu,“ you whined. You did not want to hear an hour long science lesson right now. The cold numbed your feelings and thoughts. you could barley rembere where you were going. Oh right, your mother had sent you out on a small trip to get some onions. You snarled at the eagerness of having some time alone time with your boyfriend.

You untucked your hands from your pockets, breathing warm air on them. You whimpered at the stinging numbness as you tried to move your fingers. Every single movement felt like microscopic splinters digging into your skin.

“Here,“ Kuroo held a hand out to you, you smiled, or tried to, as you quickly clung onto him. He held you tight, squeezing every now and then.

“You know, Tetsu,“ you murmured, “ your hands are so much larger than mine.”

His smile grew as he looked at your shivering form.

“Really?“ he asked.

“Yeah. And they are warm too.“

He let out a small laugh.

“Did you know the larger the hands, the bigger the—“

“Kuroo Tetsurou.“ you snapped.

He let out a howling laugh, from deep inside his stomach. The air resonated around him.

And you were suddenly warm.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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el rey de los mayas.

OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA.

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @supervalcsi: Hello love!! I am once again thirsting for Bishop, so what do you think about this prompt: "You should have run away from me the second we met." with El Presidente?? The trailer is already killing me I don't know what I am gonna do with the actual show?! Anyway, Thank you so much love!! I love you!!! 💕💖💕

❝ words: about 600.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

“Not now, sweetheart”.

Taza intercepts you before you can head the Templo with the door almost closed. You look defiantly at the ringed fingers around your forearm, gently gripping it, touring up his arm slowly as you raise an eyebrow. Nobody in this world knows your husband better than you, so he doesn't have a single idea of what you can or can't do.

“Watch me”. You just reply, not trying to challenge or disobey him somehow.

The older puckers his lips nodding his head whilst loosening his hand and letting you go. Firm steps lead your way to the inside, sliding closed the colorful glass door behind your back. Bishop is sitting on his chair. His body is reclined against it and his arms are resting over the edge of the large table with Mayan symbols. He doesn't pronounce a syllable, following you with his dark exhausted gaze as you come closer and closer until there's barely a distance between the two of you.

“You should have run away from me the second we met”. He catches his breath closing both eyes, shaking his head slightly when you take a seat on Taza's chair.

You have heard about the run-in with the other charters, you know how he feels. Betrayed. Santo Padre has protected them when they couldn't even protect themselves. That's not Bishop's, nor Mayans MC's fault. They didn't start the dog fight. Vatos Malditos did. They broke the rules, they played with lives and entire families. They killed one of yours, after trying to kill you all. It was payback. Your charter responded like anyone would have responded.

“Obispo, look at me”. You demand with no hesitation in your voice, grabbing his chin to literally force him to do it. “I'm not one of your brothers. I'm not one of those women who walk around trying to catch a dick. I'm not one of your workers. I am your wife, you hear me? And if they want a fight, we will bring 'em a war. Juntos”.

You keep his eye contact at all moments, giving him the security and the confidence he has lost. The faith he needs right now.

“Tú eres el rey. And believe me when I say they will regret their decision, in case they really leave you on the brink of hell, 'cause we won't fall. We won't fail”. For the first time in days, you can see his chest swelling, sitting up on his chair holding your hands with his. “El rey de los Mayas is who dictates the rules. So, stop hiding here like a fucking weak dog, and rule your empire, Obispo”.

Your husband leans forward as his right hand lands on the back of your neck, pressing his rough lips on your forehead. You always know what to say to bring his hope back, to bring his pride back. You're the only one who can make him remember why he started, from where he comes, and who he is. No, you'd never run away. You'd never run away from him. You are his reina, the one and only love of his life.

“Reunite the charters. Bring 'em to the Templo. Speak like the men you are, not like a bunch of wanna-be-gangsters from a hood”.

“You're right”.

“'Fucking course I am, querido”. You chuckle making him laugh, making him feel himself again. “If you all don't fix this shit soon… I'm gonna do it and it will be worse for your fucking MC, I swear it for Hunab Ku”.

“Sounds enough to bring Oscar and Canche here”.

“Poor of those two stubborn men who, luckily, don't know my anger…” You hum raising your chin.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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breathing.

OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA.

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @supervalcsi: Dear Aurora, my love, my sunshine, may I get prompt 12 from angst list with Bishop?? Thank you so much my friend! I love you!!! 💕💕💕💕

❝ prompt: “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.

❝ words: about 1.3k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

“Didn't know where else to go”.

His voice sounds lower than normal, as if he is on the verge of tears but fighting against it. You don't ask him how he knows your address, giving him enough space to come inside your house. Bishop doesn't doubt then, guiding his steps through the door to let you close it behind your back as you turn around to face him.

Sometimes he goes to the bar you work in, outside of Santo Padre, in one of the lost roads to nowhere. The two of you spend the night talking about anything concrete, interchanging words. And you can assure that between both there's some kind of connection since you met.

But tonight, he looks too different than usual. The black bags under his eyes mean that he hasn't had much sleep the last few days. The grown beard melting with his well-groomed mustache let you know that he hasn't taken care of himself lately. Just surviving like a lost soul, in pain for something you don't know. Traveling your eyes to his hands, you quickly notice his reddened knuckles a little bit raw.

Licking your bottom lip, hesitating, you take the first step ahead to taste the waters, invading his personal space. Knowing that Bishop is not going to take one back, you shorten till the minimal distance among your bodies to wrap him with your arms. Trying to comfort him, you hug him as much tightly as you can, feeling the man reciprocating the gesture; clinging himself to you as if you were the anchor that helps him to stay afloat.

Only then, he breaks into pieces, letting the tears run down his cheeks as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Landing one of your hands on the back of his head, you caress gently his hair, wanting to make him feel better. You're not going to ask if he doesn't want to talk. The interrogatories aren't part of your personality. You're the one who usually listens in silence, and maybe offers some kind of advice. But it's not what Bishop needs, not tonight.

Much to your regret, you pull yourself away slowly, without doing any sharp move. Sliding your fingers down by his shoulders to the folds of the black kutte, you help him to take it off so you can hang it on a chair in the living room. He's following you like a lost puppy, keeping his head bowed. Doing the same with the black hoodie, after unzipping it, you hold his hand to guide him through the hallway towards your room.

The place is submerged under the gloom, only illuminated by some streetlights outside, but enough to see the tears on his face. After cleaning them with your fingers, while he takes off his boots and undoes the belt to throw it somewhere, you give him some space to undress and place his jeans and his shirt on the chair next to the desk.

Once lying down on your bed, you welcome him again between your bare and warm arms, aware that he feels a little better by the way his breathing sounds more calmed. Urging Bishop to rest his head on your chest, you can't help but leave a tender kiss on it.

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.

Your voice is honeyed. A soft whisper transmitting him peace. Whilst his arms are surrounding your body and your left one is around his chest, your right hand caresses slowly his cheek; using your fingertips, barely watching the man close his eyes. Soon, his breathing is inappreciable, taking the same rhythm as yours.

Still half asleep you roll around the mattress, to hide your face from sunbeams, filling up your lungs with the strong manly scent from your unexpected visitor last night. Tightening the grip around you, Bishop sighs more awake than sleep, pressing his lips on your forehead for a kiss that lasts longer than expected. But you don't care. It doesn't bother you. Feels good, after all.

“Should I say sorry or thank you?” His throaty voice slides itself through your ears with sorrow and shame.

“You don't have to be sorry, nor thank me anything”.

The smile curving his lips brushes your forehead softly, slightly jumping your heart for no reason, apparently. Resting your heads over the pillow, without breaking the mess of legs and arms tangled you are, your eyes laid on each other. You don't know what time it is, but he looks more rested than yesterday.

“Two days ago… I lost someone important to me”.

“I'm sorry, Bish”.

“Yeah, me too. But things happen for a reason, isn't it?”

Briefly nodding, you're able to see him smiling again. A sleepy grin disappears after a short second. Closing his eyes again, the man sinks his face into the crook of your neck, holding you closer under his grip to his body. The soft gasp escaping his lips, after taking a breath of your sweet smells, makes you giggle because of the tickles.

But that bubble explodes when your phone rings. Normally, no one calls you before two at noon and it couldn't be this late.

“Don't answer, please…”

“Just lemme check who it is”.

Tossing a hand over your head, palming the nightstand until finding the phone, you place it in front of your head. Unknown number. You don't recognize it. Frowning confused, you poke Bishop's cheek to make him look at it. Seems like he recognizes it by the way he has to roll his eyes. Lying on his back and grabbing it, he slides his thumb over the screen to pick up the call.

“(Y/N)?”

“It's Obispo”.

“Jesus fucking Christ, brother, I'm too fucking old for these games. Been looking for you since yesterday morning, about having a heart attack”.

“Don't be dramatic, Taza… How the hell 'you have (Y/N)'s number? Actually, how the hell 'you know her?” Looking at you, the only thing you do is shrug confused. You haven't heard about this man in your life.

“I know you better than yourself, you should know it already”.

“I'm going to hang up”.

“Hey, hey, wait! You okay?”

“I was fucking okay till you call, enjoy my seat today”.

Not giving the man at the other side of the speaker the chance to respond, Bishop finishes the call, leaving the phone on the nightstand behind him.

“How did you know where I live?” You can't help but ask, showing up your curiosity.

“I went to the bar, hoping you were there. But your boss told me you were free, so I ended up threatening him to earn your address. He didn't want to tell me”.

“Maybe he thought you were a psycho”.

“Or a Mayan”.

“Yeah, that gang of Chicanos is pretty crazy too”.

“I hate that fucking name”.

Hearing Bishop laughing for the first time in a week makes you feel some nice shivers traveling your body, resting a leg over his lap and fitting your body to his.

“I came to you because you always cheer me up. No matter what. And I don't know how you do it, but I don't want you to stop”.

Lying by his side and placing a hand on the back of your thigh, to keep your leg over his, the Mexican slides his free arm under your neck with so much care.

“I like to see you happy, to see you smiling. It isn't something I can avoid”.

“What else you can't avoid?”

“The desire of asking you to stay”.

“I'm going to stay if you want me to stay”.

“What if I ask you to kiss me?”

Leaning towards you, the response doesn't wait. At first, Bishop just presses his lips against yours. A soft cramp that bristles your skin completely. Soon, your lips start to move slowly in sync, tasting each other, cutting off your breathings. It is better than you have fantasized sometimes while talking with him sitting on the bar and sharing old whisky in the small hours. And he feels good too, even if he continues carrying the sorrow because of his recent loss, knowing that he has won you somehow.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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Good night.

OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA. ┃ MAYANS MC.

❝ request by @supervalcsi: Hello, love! Can I maybe request prompt 2 with Bishop? I didn't want to request, but that prompt is just so me, I couldn't leave out this opportunity 😂 Thank you, love! You are absolutely the best and I love you so much!! 💖

❝ request by @lexiibishop: Can I have fluff #8 with Bishop please.

❝ prompts: “Stop keeping your phone silent, you got me worried”. / “I’ve always wanted to see you wearing one of my shirts”.

❝ words: about 550 words.

Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.

When Bishop gave you the keys from his house this morning, you felt a bunch of butterflies inside your belly. He wanted you to come tonight after work to spend the night together. He knew it would be a hell of a day for him, due to the five meetings he has assigned for this Monday. You didn't ask about it, but it sounded important. So you thought that it would be a good idea to prepare dinner for him. A lump of good meat, french fries with melted cheese over them, and cold beers. You're the luck of his life.

As you find a good song to start to cook, you leave your phone on a corner of the counter without paying any attention to it, only focused on your main task. Bishop will be scrumptious when he sees his dinner on the table and not some cold take-away. You know very well what he likes and you know he deserves it, after how he explained to you his agenda this same morning having breakfast at your house. Your boyfriend sounded exhausted just by the thought.

And you're really happy, dancing all around the kitchen while preparing the meal and drinking the first beer of the night. Alien to the heavy steps running through the hallway and suddenly stopping on the kitchen door.

“Stop keeping your phone silent! You got me worri—!”

Bishop doesn't finish his reprimand. The gesture on his face changes to one more relaxed, more… fascinated. He swallows a whoa, lying his shoulder against the door frame. You're standing there in silence, about to eat a handful of striped cheese, trying to assimilate what just happened. Eating it and turning to the counter, you check the lost calls on your phone, wrinkling your nose as you face your boyfriend again. But he doesn't look pissed anymore. You can see hearts springing from his dark orbs, crossing his strong arms covered in leather over his chest.

“Sorry, rey, I didn't kn—”. You start to apologize, hoping he says something. In effect, he does.

“I've always wanted to see you wearing one of my shirts”.

“Oh, oh…” That's what has him so enraptured, so run out of words. You grab the fabric between your fists, bringing it to your nostrils with an innocent grimace on your face. “It smells like you. I like it”.

God, you could kill him just talking like that. Standing upon his boots, Bishop takes two big strides straight to you, placing his hands on your lower back and on the back of your head to crash his smile against yours, pecking your lips with some giggles in between.

“I've missed you”. You whisper funnily, wrapping his back with your arms as he continues spreading gentle and sweet kisses all over your face.

“I'm all yours now, mi reina”.

Placing one last kiss on your forehead, Bishop laces his hands with yours to have a look at what you were doing before being interrupted. He also leans his nose over the pan, smelling the rosemary mixed with the olive oil and the beef getting cooked. Your boyfriend looks content, wrapping his arms around your neck to push you more closely, as a soft purr escapes his lips.

“All yours forever”. He hums, causing you to chuckle hiding your face on his chest.

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alisonsfics · 3 years

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A Better Man💗

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N gets dumped on Valentines Day and Spencer comforts her.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: cheating

You quickly glanced down at your watch. You huffed and leaned back into your chair. You were currently at a restaurant waiting for your boyfriend to show up. It was Valentines Day and you had plans to meet up for dinner after work.

Mark, your boyfriend, was supposed to be here half an hour ago. The waiter kept coming by and asking if you were ready to order yet. They were feeling just as impatient as you were.

You checked your phone, wondering if he texted you to say he was going to be late. Then, you looked up and saw him rushing over to your table.

He got to your table and kissed you on the cheek before sitting down. “I am so sorry, there was a horrible accident and traffic was a nightmare. I tried to text you, but I wasn’t getting any service” he apologized.

All of a sudden, it made sense to you. You felt guilty for being mad at him. “That’s okay, you’re here now” you said, smiling. You were determined to make this evening a night to remember.

“So is there any chance you’re ready to order? I think the waiter is getting a little impatient, I’ve been here for thirty minutes. I kept telling him I was waiting for someone, but I don’t know how much longer we can hold him off” you said, giggling. Mark’s mood completely shifted. He looked solemn and serious.

“Actually...we need to talk” he said, sternly. You were shocked by his quick change in attitude. “Ummm okay? It can’t wait til after we order?” You asked, confused. You didn’t know what he wanted to talk about or why it was so urgent.

He just sighed and took a deep breath. “I think we should break up” he said, looking you in the eyes.

You felt your blood begin to boil.

“Excuse me?” You said, refusing to let the tears well up in your eyes. He self-consciously glanced around the restaurant like he didn’t want to make a scene. “I don’t think we’ve been in love with each other for a while. It’s no ones fault, we just fizzled out. I think it would be better if we saw other people” He whispered.

It felt like your skin was on fire. You were resisting the urge to scream at him.

“Who is she?” You replied, simply. He looked confused.

A few weeks ago, Mark came home smelling like someone else’s perfume. You had been a little skeptical, but you didn’t say anything. Then, he had started to grow distant. You had hoped this dinner could fix things, but clearly he just wanted to leave you for her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said, lying through his teeth. “Who is she?” You repeated, more stern this time.

“Piper” he admitted, quietly. You didn’t think you could any more shocked.

Piper was one of your best friends from high school. You cursed under your breath. “You cheated on me with one of my friends. And now you’re dumping me on Valentines Day? You are disgusting” you said, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like that. Come on, you know we aren’t made for each other” He said, trying to come up with an excuse.

“I can not believe you, you know what? I hope you’re happy” you said, standing up. You grabbed your jacket and your phone. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s talk about this” he said, trying to stop you. You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe that he expected you to not be mad at him.

“You lost the right to talk to me, as soon as you touched her” you said, throwing your drink in his face. You stormed out of the restaurant and got into your car.

You burst into tears. You were devastated. You weren’t upset because you had gotten dumped. You were glad you never had to talk to that asshole again.

You were upset because you had fallen for him. You fell for him and gave him everything. You trusted him and he couldn’t even be faithful.

You knew that you couldn’t go to your shared apartment. He’d eventually come home and you would have to see him. That was the last thing you wanted.

So, you drove to one of your best friends’ houses. You parked your car and wiped the tears away from your eyes. You got out of the car and walked up to the front door. You knocked on the door with your shaky hand. You waited for a few seconds and then the door opened.

“Hey are you busy?” You asked, trying not to burst into tears again. Spencer just looked at you, confused. “No, not at all. What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing your tear-stained face. The tears erupted and began to stream down your face. You couldn’t stop them, they just kept flowing.

Spencer pulled you right into his arms. “Shh shhh, it’s okay. I got you, I promise” he whispered, holding you tight. You felt him rub your back, comfortingly.

Eventually, the tears began to slow down and you took a few deep breaths. Spencer guided you over to the couch and then wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. “I thought you and Mark had plans tonight. Is everything okay?” He asked you, concerned. You just nodded your head and tried to put the words together. Spencer took your hands into his and rubbed his thumbs into the back of your hands. He gave you a small smile, encouraging you to keep going.

“We had dinner plans. He broke up with me and told me he had been seeing someone else” you admitted quietly. Spencer was shocked by what you said. He expected that obviously something that had happened, but he didn’t think it was that bad.

Spencer had to resist every urge to drive to your apartment and teach Mark a lesson. He wanted to kill him, he was furious.

“I am so sorry, you know that you don’t deserve that, right?” He asked you. You just weakly nodded your head. “Valentines Day is supposed to be happy, not sad. I think we’ll just have to turn today around. We can eat icecream and watch your favorite movies. We can do whatever you want, how does that sound?” He asked you.

Spencer was a goal-driven person. And right now his goal was trying to cheer you up. He wasn’t going to let anything or anyone stop him from doing just that.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you. You held on to his shirt and buried your head in his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. “That sounds amazing, Spence. Thank you for being here for me” you said, sincerely.

Spencer started to smile, knowing that you appreciated his efforts. You pulled away and you were transfixed by Spencer’s eyes. There was nowhere else you could look, you were mesmerized by the little golden specks you saw in his eyes.

Then, Spencer leaned in and connected your lips. You were shocked by the sudden movement, but kissed him back instantly. Spencer’s hands moved to cup your face. Then, you felt his lips leave yours. He pulled away with a mortified expression.

You wondered what you did wrong. “I am so sorry” he said, standing up from the couch and backing away. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to decipher what he meant.

“You are emotionally distraught and I took advantage of that, I’m sorry” he said, running his hands through his hair. Your eyes softened. You stood up and walked over to him.

“Tell that big brain of yours to stop thinking for five minutes” you whispered, cupping his face and kissing him again. He felt tense, but eventually let himself actually enjoy the kiss. He kissed you back and it felt magical.

You pulled away and smiled up at him. “At least you’re smiling now. That’s all that matters” he said, putting his arm around your shoulders as he guided you to the kitchen to pick out some snacks for your movie night.

You had a magical night and you knew that you could always rely on Spencer, especially when you were feeling down. It was truly a night to remember. Things felt natural with him. He was caring and kind. You knew that you would be happier with him than you ever were with Mark.

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onlyfortheplot · 4 years

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Just A Little

Mushroom reaches 300? Check out my Follower Event! (closed)

Prompt: “There’s a leaf in your hair.” + “Why are you laughing?”

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader

Warning:NOTHING!

REQUEST:

OKAY only if you have time but can i get 9 and 21 with bokuto? YEAH IK I JUST SENT A KUROO ONE AKSJSJWJS but if you feel up to it after finishing ur other rqs i would very much appreciate it 😌 YOU DON’T HAVE TO THO I WAS JUST OBSESSED W THIS IDEA oh and for genre FLUFFFFF again pls, ur angst is always rips my heart out so i’m too scared to ask for it 👁💧👄💧👁 i just realized all of the prompts i chose are pretty fluffy anyway? BUT STILL I’LL SPECIFYYY tysm wifey ily and ur big brain 💋💍💖 - @lizbotw

A/N: WIFEYYY THANK YOU!! <3. Join me in celebrating 300 Followers <3. These drabbles will be added to my main masterlist!! Send me a prompt from here with a character! EVENT CLOSED! (REPOSTING BECAUSE IT DIDN’T SHOW UP IN TAGS??? AGAIN??/ ;-;)

“What?“ Bokuto cocked his head, peering his eyes at your giggling face. He crossed his arms, childishly, leaning back against the tree. A warm breeze hit your face, blowing your hair in front of you. You laughed harder, as you tucked the flying strands behind your ears. You glanced him, quickly averting your eyes from his annoyed look. You laughed even harder.

He gulped at your innocent face, turning away. He could feel heat raise up his neck and over his ears. God, it was hot. He fanned his face as he shrugged his school sweater off. You watched as he gave you a side-glance. You gave him a smile, which twitched at your bubbling laughter.

“Why are you laughing?“

You only turned your head.

“Y/N,“ he whined as he looked at you.

God, you were beautiful. From the way the hair shaped your face, to the way your arms were wrapped around your chest. He bit his lips as he watched you give a wink before leaning towards him. He leaned away slightly as you continued to reach forward, patting his head. Oh god, he must be a blushing mess right now. He could feel the back of his neck burn as you caressed his soft hair.

“Cute,“ you smirked as you stroked his hair, looking deep into his eyes.

Oh god, he wanted to kiss you. No. Needed to kiss. It was such an urge to grab your soft face and kiss your lips. He moved his hands under his thighs, sitting on his fingers. It was the only way he could think to contain this sudden urge.

No, not sudden. He had felt this since the first time he had met you. He had always wanted to feel your hands caressing his face as he brought in for a long-sought kiss. He sighed. But, he couldn’t.

“Bokuto,” you called in a sing-song voice. He felt his heart clench, even your voice was beautiful.

“Yeah,“ he croaked out, clearing his throat as he looked away from your curious eyes.

“Look,“ you softly said, as you patted his hair. You giggled as you brought something to his face.

“There’s a leaf in your hair.“

You snorted at his confused face. His hands went to his hair, patting and combing through to see if there was any more.

“Hey!“ he gave you an accusatory glare, “You put it there!“

You rolled your eyes as you let the leaf be swept away.

“Why would I put it in your perfect hair?“ you teased as you settles beside him, only an inch space between you. He gulped again, as he squirmed in his spot. He could almost feel the heat radiating from you.

“Because...“ he fought to come up with a decent excuse. “You wanna touch my hair?”

You smiled as you looked at him, fluttering your lashes.

“And if I wanted to touch your hair?“ you asked as you leaned towards him, “What would you do?“

“I would give you my hair.“ he spat. You paused looking at him incredulously. He wanted to slap himself for being stupid.

“I mean —“

You pecked his cheek, the kiss stopping as soon as it began. He whirled his head towards you, his eyes wide open.

“I—I Y/N?” he looked shocked, yet not disappointing. A drunken smile came across his face as he pushed his cheek towards you.

“No, you big bird, only one.“ you groaned as he pouted.

"Fine," you muttered under your breath as you gave him another quick peck. His heart almost bursted as you gave him a mischievous smirk.

He wanted to tell you that he loved you. But not, yet. He could hold of just a little longer.

He smiled at you.

Just a little.

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