#all lovey dovey sharing clothes and blushing and-

[russellsppttemplates]

Bestie, I adore this new generation of yours! How about mama reacting to Hervè's dating life? Feels like shes the one with a big reaction when her baby boy brings a girls home and is all lovey dovey. Maybe he's just like his papa and she keeps teasing Charles about it.

Note: thank you 🥹 I wasn't expecting it, but I love writing about them!

"I'm sorry, could you point me to the bathroom, please? Hervé said it would be the only door and I'd recognise it but I think I went to the laundry room instead and I don't want you to feel like I'm snooping around the house", Hervé's girlfriend said as you and Charles loaded the dishwasher.

"Oh, it's that one on the left, near the stairs", you walked closer to the door with her, "and don't worry, I think the most shocking thing you'd find is either a mountain of my work files or unfolded clothes", you chuckled, hoping to put her more at ease.

Walking back to the kitchen, Charles noticed your smile, "she's a good girl, very polite and very kind", he noted, "she is very sweet, I understand why Hervé is so enamoured of her", you replied back. Chuckling, Charles couldn't help himself, "so no more finding you crying in the bathroom because your baby boy is no longer a baby and that some 'girl' is taking him away from you", receiving your threatening side eye.

"What does he mean when he says he's bringing his girlfriend? Does he even know what having a girlfriend is?", you reasoned, gesticulating and amusing your husband, "seriously, Charles. Maybe it's just a girl he likes, some good friends. He's still my baby boy and I'm not going to let some girl think she can just swoop him off his feet.", you said seriously to you husband, annoyed at his gleeful expression.

"Amour, you have to take this easy. I think I know who she is, I saw her when I picked him up the other day. He kissed her cheek and blushed all the way home even though I didn't even touch the subject", Charles tried, "Oh, I'm sure she fell for his eyes. They always glint, it was the same way with you. You Leclerc boys always find it in you to make us all swoon", you pouted, cuddling your husband as you wiped your cheeks, the tears now stains.

"Like I said, she's a nice girl", you stated, "and if he's happy, I'm happy too".

During the afternoon, you couldn't help but notice how Hervé behaved. He always offered her something whenever he got up to get something for himself, his arm resting on her thigh or around her shoulders, their giggles at a shared inside joke and how he looked at her. The signature Leclerc glint was inherited from his father and it left your heart feeling cosy at the thought that your boy was in a loving relationship.

"I loved it when you did that for me", you pointed out, focusing your eyes so Charles could also see Hervé's girlfriend resting her head on his shoulder as she spoke to Amélie about something from school, "now you don't love it anymore? Your head goes to my shoulder the minute I sit down next to you, woman!", he teased, kissing the side of your head, "he's learnt from you, and I know for a fact that that girl is being very well treated and cared for because of that", you kissed his jaw, "we Leclercs know how to care for our loves".

Later on the night, Hervé's girlfriend had left already and he was helping you with folding the table back to its usual size, tucking the middle piece of wood so it would be stable, "you really like her, don't you?", you asked, approaching your oldest son, "I do, mama. I know I'm still young, but right now this feels good", he said, "but that doesn't mean that I don't have space for you in my heart", he smirked, "Papa told me about your meltdown", he stretched his arms for a hug, making you hug him back, "you're not losing me, okay?".

"I know, I know, but you made a mama, I obviously can't let you go with anyone", you giggled, "besides, Amélie is all instructed in how she should be treated, I know she won't accept less than she deserves", you chuckled, "and I still have Thomas", you reasoned, "but the day someone comes to get him away from me, your father is going to have to have to pull his A game to distract me from it. I'm talking swoon worthy dates like the one where we both admitted we loved eachother because my heart will be broken".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#charles leclerc blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie idea: Set after Roy and Keeley break up. Roy and Jamie start training and end up hooking up. They keep seeing each other for months and Jamie couldn't be more happier or in love, until Roy drops a bomb on everything by saying he and Keeley are gonna get back together. Jamie realizes that while he thought they were in a relationship, Roy was having him just as a rebound. Jamie is completely shattered, but somehow holds it together. Roy and Keeley get back together, Jamie basically feels abandoned as Roy no longer spends much time with him. His wounds keep festering and his anger keeps building until one day he sees Roy and Keeley being all lovey dovey and HE LOSES HIS FUCKING SHIT! He rips Roy to shreds in front of everyone. Keeley and the lads are appalled, Roy is stunned, Jamie runs off, everyone is fucking pissed at Roy. Keeley immediately breaks up with him and urges Roy to get Jamie back. Roy has to go chasing after Jamie, but catches him eventually. It's this giant wreck of a situation that they will have to work extra hard to rebuild from. Roy's an ass, but not cruel, just totally oblivious to the fact that he had a boyfriend all along.

Owwww

Roy can’t believe he was so stupid. How he missed this he’ll never know.

Of course he was in a relationship with Jamie. Phoebe has literally called Jamie is boyfriend. Roy finds Jamie sitting in his car.

He’s not moving just sitting and staring at the wheel. Roy opens the door and slides in.

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie jumps. Almost like he didn’t process someone there. He turns and looks at Roy. Really looks at him. “You’re an absolute dick. Jesus Christ go away Roy.”

Fuck Roy. Jamie’s been crying. Quite a bit from the looks of it. Roy reaches out and touches Jamie’s hand.

Jamie flinches. Flinches

Roy can’t believe himself. Can’t believe he had this man in his bed crying two weeks ago and lost that for someone he doesn’t even love in that way anymore. Because look, Roy will always love Keeley. But Christ apparently he loves Jamie more. Apparently he fell in love with Jamie.

Apparently they were dating.

Jamie scrubs at his face to make the tears stop again. He shoves at Roy’s shoulder half heartedly. “Can you leave granddad. Kinda having a pity party.”

Roy winces. Yeah that’s deserved. Everything Jamie said was deserved.

“I didn’t know. Thought you were fucking people on the side. I didn’t want to get attached. Said we were just hooking up for plausible deniability. It’s a fucked reason but it’s true.”

Jamie cracks a grin. It’s lightly manic. He stares straight at Roy. “I shared things about my childhood that I’ve never told anyone Roy. Took you out on dates. You went with me on dates. We were dating.”

Roy nods. What else can he do besides agree. Jamie is so right. “You’re right. I fucked it. But I want to fix it. Keeley broke up with me. Said we deserve each other and she isn’t standing in the way of that. Christ Jamie I think I’m in love with you if you’ll give me time to think about it.”

Jamie laughs. “You’re fucking with me. I’ve been in love with you since I was 15 mate. How didn’t you see that shit.” Roy shakes his head, “dunno. But I regret and apologize for everything that caused you pain.”

“Oh.”

Roy gives him a small smile, “yeah oh. I like you Jamie, wanna date you while knowing we’re dating. Wanna hold your hand and smash a camera for you.”

Jamie smiles. He reaches over and takes Roy’s hand he dropped earlier. “Gotta say that’s pretty romantic. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.”

Roy touches Jamie’s cheek with his other hand, “can I kiss you officially as your boyfriend?” Jamie lightly blushes, “yeah prick go ahead.” Roy does.

It’s a good first kiss all things considered. Nice. Comforting. Reminds roy of the last few months.

He pulls away suddenly. “You’ve got all of my non black hoodies don’t you??” Jamie blushes red. “To be fair. I always steal my partner’s clothing. You just didn’ realize.”

Roy blinks. “Is that why I always want to fuck you when you’re in that navy blue sweater? Some monkey brain part of me knew it was mine?”

Jamie let’s put a laugh. “Yeah babe sure.” Roy shakes his head. “Let’s go back to your place. I’ll cook and apologize more.” Jamie nods. “Sure.” He squeezes Roy’s hand.

They’re a bit fucked up right now but they’ll figure things out.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy x jaime #jamie tartt x roy kent #thanks for the ask !! #hope you like it sorry it’s short !! #mac writes ted lasso

[kthecutest]

hi! can i req jo as bf, also pls include his love languages and his thoughts about pda!!

ofc u don’t have to hehe, thank you~~

ジョー Jo as your bf (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

A/N ೃ⁀➷ I loved this request so much!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Coming up with the ideas to put here, got me all levitating ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა Hope you'll enjoy it! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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Loves you to death but he’s pretty calm and also shy when it comes to showing it

A big sucker for cuddles, would literally pick you up every time he hugs you either from the back or front because of the huge height and size difference between you two

When you insist on having a competition with him on either games or sports, he’ll always let you win and when you celebrate your victory, he’ll smile at your reaction finding you so cute

Doesn’t get jealous normally because he probably trusts you so much and he doesn’t think his jealousy is necessary in the equation. But if a guy was getting way too close to you and you’re making an uncomfortable face, he’ll be the first to shoot a death glare at him before snugging you closer to him away from the dude

Doesn’t talk too much so you won’t be hearing him call you all sorts of sweet cheesy little things and his compliments are short but he’s definitely secretly adoring you and falling deeper and deeper for you inside

The poor boy blushes so easily. Even if it was just you whispering into his ear as a joke, you’ll quickly find his ears reddening and his face heating up

Hates sharing his food with others especially his white rice , but if it’s you, he’ll be seated beside you putting all sorts of food in your rice bowl and would stare at you with secret heart eyes while you’re eating

Often thinks of you while he’s shopping, so he’ll always come back home with a bunch of gifts for you, just because when he saw them, they ‘reminded him of you’

The kisses shared between you two are always little pecks. He’s way too shy to start giving you a whole French kiss but if you did insisted or try it on him, he’ll gladly return back the favor and of course end up in a blushing mess afterwards

His texts and words are pretty dry but the boy truly loves you. It’s just he doesn’t know how to be romantic and when he tries, he’ll come off really flushed and awkward. So just make sure to lead him on step by step, slowly

This cutie is such a good artist so he'll often come up to you, shyly asking you if you'd wanna pose for him so he can draw you. But soon he'll get comfortable enough to take photographs of you whenever you two are on a date or really just whenever it is. And he'll look back at the photos smiling secretly. Soon you'll see several canvas with arts of you all over his room. Believe it or not, mans had drawn every single photo he's taken of you.

You often go through his closet, grabbing and wearing whatever oversized hoodie or t-shirt you could find. He wouldn’t complain about it at all but he aren’t those type of boyfriends who go “aww you look so cute in my hoodie” but you definitely will catch him, secretly taking photos of you in his clothes with a cheeky smile

He’d be the type to hold your hand shyly in public making it not seem too obvious. If you run up to him and give him a peck on the lips or cheeks, he’ll get flushed so so fast. But overall I think in public he won’t be those type of boyfriends who kept showing off their girlfriends so proudly, not because he’s uncomfortable or he’s trying to hide it, it’s just how he is. He doesn’t think it’s necessary to be all that, I mean you’re his after all, that’s all that matters ;)

In conclusion, Jo is definitely not those lovey dovey overly affectionate boyfriends but the cute shy boy does show affection in his own cute little ways.

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team jo #asakura jo #&team fluff #&team soft hours #This is just so fricking cuteee!!

[roomofshroom]

kyman headcanons part 2 !!!! SFW (cartman oriented!!!)

since yall liked my kyman headcanons so much i thought id give it another try and write down sum more ! :D

part 1: here

cartman would plan little fucking schemes to see if kyle really loves him (text him from a fake instagram profile, pay a girl to make a move on him, shit like that)

motherfucker craves attention so much, so he like pretends he's sick or dying or that something really serious happened to see if kyle comes running to him

kyle quickly realizes this is not a one time thing and is really annoyed w him but manages to come running everytime cartman pulls something like this, eric always treats him with a big smile when hes at the doorstep ("you came! :D " "ofc i came you said ur fucking mom was dying?! where is she?" "oh she just went shopping" "so you made it up?! you know how fucked up that is?!" "technically, my mom IS dying, we are ALL dying every second of every day ever since we were born, kHAL...")

cartman uses like an unhealthy ammount of emojis in every message, sends shit ton of tiktoks, reels, youtube shorts and has a completely different types of conversations w kyle on every social media platform all at once (like on instagram he's venting to him about how he doesnt feel appreciated enough by the world while hes sending him memes on discord and streaming himself playing fall guys or smth i dont fucking know)

kyle's style of texting is very simple, he doesnt like long messages, he doesnt really send memes or tiktoks or anything but he religiously watches everything eric sends him, responds to him asap and writes medium sized messages with emojis because cartman is super fucking clingy and goes on a rampage if kyle doesnt respond for more than 3 hours or if his response isn't "enthusiastic" enough (*eric sends a meme of cats with a "this is so us" comment* kyle: <3 eric: do you hate me? kyle: no wtf i dont??? why? eric: idk just seems like you hate me)

cartman hangs out w kyle's mom and makes kyle's mom unknowingly share embarrassing details of kyle's life just to tease him w the information later, they also look through baby pictures together

eric and kyle's mom love gossiping together and they watch say yes to dress together and critique the dresses ("the mermaid style dress with HER LEGS!? i thought she'd wanna show them off!" "yes, such a shame, wasted potential")

sometimes cartman just goes to kyle's house solely to hang out with his mom ("oh hey cartman, i wont be able to hang out today, i need to-" "no worries, I'm here to watch tlc w your mom")

cartman's love language is words of affirmation, obviously, and he makes kyle say everything he loves about him at least twice a week as a "communication exercise, so that their relationship stays good and they both feel appreciated" (its honestly just a way for eric to get praised, he loveeees that shit)

he knows kyle's love lang is acts of service (hes known him for years, kyle didnt even need to tell him) so while he's at his house he'll wash the dishes and fold his clothes but he won't admit to it, he actually hides it and feels embarrassed, kyle just knows ("hey, did you clean my room while i was downstairs?" "no?" "look, its clear you did, just say so" "i don't fucking know what you're talking about, khal" "...thank you, eric" "...shut the fuck up, jew, as if I'd touch your dirty ass room")

cartman's actually very shy with showing affection when its just two of them and when kyle says something sweet unprovoked, cartman usually blushes and shuts him down, turns it into a joke or straight up ridicules kyle ("you're actually very pretty, cartman" "yeah, you're pretty too... pretty gay, HAHA")

kyle's shy with showing affection in front of others and cartman fucking takes that and runs with it sometimes, doing everything to make kyle uncomfortable, he's being all lovey dovey infront of kenny and stan to see kyle cringe internally and awkwardly smiling on the outside to 'not seem like a bad boyfriend' (cuz when he once couldn't take it and told cartman to shut the fuck up, cartman got fake sad and stan came to kyle afterwards and gave a speech about "sometimes having to put up with stuff you don't like to make your girl, uhm sorry, to make your... significant other happy")

#kyle broflovski #kyle x cartman #kyman #sp kyle #kyle x eric #sp eric #sp cartman #sp kyman #south park headcanons #kyman headcanons #eric cartman

[yandere-sins]

omg maybe an mc yandere?

but mc is not too successful cause they are demons. maybe mc's failure even gets them into trouble or causes problems that anger the bro(s)? xD

(Slight Lemon warning because I didn’t want to hold back.)

I think it always boils down to who of the brothers MC goes for:

Lucifer will probably, very lowkey, try to trump MC's yandere-ness. He's too proud to let them win in the "I love you more" department, so while MC is doing their darn best with physical and overwhelming mental love and clinginess, Lucifer just takes them out on trips and dates where they can be lovey-dovey together just like MC wants. Any commotion they cause is caught by him before it can turn into a problem, and they balance each other out in that way, MC keeping Lucifer busy in a different, more exciting way than his work. Plus, Lucifer would love MC sitting on his lap while working on papers, always ready and eager for him to give them attention. And when he has to part ways with them, he just gives them to his brothers (to babysit) for a few hours, taking them back as soon as he returns home and straight to bed with him to appease them for leaving. MC has no complaints.

Mammon can be as tsundere as he wants, but he'll be constantly blushing and stuttering as MC comes onto him just a little too strong. He loves them, obviously, but they are like a hungry demon, wanting to devour him, and he has no idea how to handle that. Mammon has no other choice but to sate whatever desire MC has entirely, even if it wears him out, but once they rest in his arms, he feels like he is the luckiest demon alive. And they let him do whatever he wants too! They lift his ego and play along with his ideas! The two get into a lot of mischiefs and receive their fair share of scolding. Still, MC always assures Mammon they'll take care of any problem they face, coming home to seek cuddles from him after 'taking care of it'. They never tell him what they did, but he sometimes sees bloodstains on their clothes or finds a pocket knife in their jacket when he takes care of them. Well, what can he say? It is better to ignore it and just enjoy the fun and exciting times he has with the MC, who is glued to him, fulfilling all his dreams as he commands. He won the absolute lottery with a loving and caring partner!

Leviathan, oh Leviathan. You'd think he's worse than Mammon, but he actually takes it pretty well. After the initial melting and jizzing of his pants after receiving an overwhelming amount of physical touch, praise, and love. He plays it cool as a cucumber once the initial swooning and dying a little from the overstimulation. MC is absolutely allowed, encouraged even, to stick to his arm at all times, speak for him, look out for him, and fulfill all these fantasies Levi has accumulated over the years. They don't get into problems because they just stay inside all day, MC sitting on Levi's lap as he games or plays with him, taking breaks to ahem relieve themselves in a multitude of ways, rarely leaving each other's side for longer than necessary. He fulfills all their wishes of being theirs and theirs only, and Levi revels in having something so wonderful and meaningful, someone who only loves him—overwhelmingly so.

Asmodeus is a bit of a tougher nut to crack. Sure, it's fun at first. But once there is nothing else left to try out, MC has to decide if they are okay with his emotional distance as he goes to find other pleasures or they can break it off. Asmo had the potential to go yandere for them, but under normal circumstances, I just think he would rather fool around than truly commit to something like a double yandere relationship. Sex is the height of love for Asmo, and MC's admiration for him goes straight to his raging boner. But MC can join him if they want in his adventures or move on too. He's not going to drag someone around if he doesn't want to. That's where the problems begin. The manipulation, the blaming, the begging. Everything Asmodeus hates in all those exes that tried to overstay their welcome by his side. So what other choice does MC have but to go on a rampage of killing anyone Asmo pursues so that he may look at them again and them only? The two end up just like all of Asmo's other relationships, but if he's not careful, MC's scorn might shift towards him next. He likes the dominance, feeling excited, but only until they bind him down to his bed, robbing him of his freedom.

By far, Satan is the most chill of them all. Boy knows how to stay calm in the face of wrath; he can handle himself. And more importantly, he can handle a feral little yandere on the run to win his heart. Satan is not above letting them fulfill their killing urges, but most of the time, he just holds them in his arms, sitting in his chair and reading a book behind their back while they confess their feelings and desperations, humming and nodding along. Their feelings, of course, please him, but he takes it calmly. He'll lay with them when they grind up against him after he finishes his book, and he indulges them in fun dates and couple things, but he's just so calm about it. Gives them tissues when MC comes back with blood on their cheeks, defends them from Lucifer when he accuses them of causing mayhem, etc. And when Satan has the time to indulge them, they are planning how to take over the world and make it so there's only them in the whole universe. Life's good for Satan.

Beelzebub might just be another complicated case. Of course, he loves MC. But sometimes, he can't help but love food more. MC is constantly stabbing his burgers and tearing them apart so he can't have them but isn't very successful as Beel still eats what he can get his famished hands on. He'd never exclude MC from his feasts, but his hands are always a bit too occupied for the poor yandere's taste. Beel can't match their needs 100%, and it is definitely rubbing MC the wrong way, even if he tries his best. When there's no food around, he's as loving as can be, but MC has a life of sharing their boyfriend with his second love—food—before them. He does his best, though, to accommodate MC's need for him, and as such, he's truly a remarkable lover. Not least because he likes to gobble up MC just as much as food.

Our canon yandere Belphegor is slightly amused yet unimpressed. Oh, he can show them the true horror love of a yandere, and much like with Lucifer, they play a dangerous game of one-upping each other. But not lowkey—nuh-uh! Those two fuckers are all over the place, trying to prove how much more they love each other before Belphie's battery is drained, and he takes a nap, MC getting a blanket and nuzzling into his side, the two of them sleeping as peacefully as one might encounter a couple. But before they know it, they are back at it. "You killed one person for me today? I killed two!" is a common phrase shouted as they come back blood-soaked, starting to make out before they even make it up the first step of the staircase to one of their rooms. They just get so excited with their love for each other, if Belphie isn't resting, no one has ever seen him as energetic as when he is with MC.

#obey me #obey me! #lucifer #leviathan #mammon #asmodeus #satan #belphegor #beelzebub #obey me! shall we date #yandere obey me #yandere!obey me #yandere!lucifer #yandere lucifer #yandere leviathan #yandere!leviathan #yandere mammon #yandere!mammon #yandere asmodeus #yandere!asmodeus #yandere satan #yandere!satan #yandere belphegor #yandere!belphegor #yandere beelzebub #yandere!beelzebub #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios

[jasper-juice98]

Ok probably cringe but my entire existence already is soooo-

Hopper and Julio (oc) headcannons cuz these bitches gay-

Despite Hopper being, well, Hopper he's actually a decent partner. He's not entirely used to being in a relationship as he's used to being alone and emotionally distant. He really tries though

Like sometimes, he'll try to bring Julio flowers (or those tiny flower buds that's down to their size) or food they can share. By Hopper's standards, that's a big deal for him as he'd never share food of all things with ANYONE

Julio on the other hand, is very lovey dovey and romantic, and adores even the smallest gestures from Hopper.

Because Julio is a singer, he dedicates some songs to Hopper ever so subtly. Mostly because they're in general love songs that don't go into specifics and they're all in Brazilian Portuguese, in which Hopper doesn't understand lol

Speaking of Julio singing, he's a big Bossa Nova fan and regularly sings in that genre. A lot of Julio's friends say he's stuck in the past because of this and the way he acts/dresses (i say dress very loosely because they dont wear clothes other than Julio's little hat) but Julio isn't bothered. There's certain things he liked about that time period and embraces it despite the time change

Hopper finds it somewhat charming actually but he'll take that to the grave

In fact he'll take many of his feelings/thoughts about Julio to the grave

Like how he loves the way Julio sings, and how it's enough to actually make him blush about it. And Julio's overal chipper attitude even if Hopper acts like it's mildly annoying or naive

And if he admits any of these to you, you're probably going to die in the next couple of seconds

Also, this storyline takes place after the events of the movie in as if he survived the bird attack. He made it out alive (barely) and fled and had to fend for himself for awhile until getting himself trapped in a transport truck while foraging that went all the way to Brazil where he first met Julio

Julio helped him navigate this strange new land of Rio de Janerio, with the added benefit of also somewhat protecting him from the many birds/parrots that are found there

You see, Julio is a violet-winged grasshopper, getting their name from their blue or violet wings they flash to warn predators that they're poisonous to eat, hence why Julio lives virtually worry free while Hopper flinches every time he hears a mere squawk of a parrot (and spoiler: he hears them a LOT)

Hopper is protective AS FUCK, and defensive. You give him or Julio a dirty look and he'll make your insides outsides

Julio is also very touchy, very often is seen hugging Hopper, kissing him, holding his hand, leaning against him, nuzzling up into him, etc etc. It makes Hopper feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside but almost nobody would be able to tell and he makes sure of it

The most you'd see from him is a small smile, but I can't stress the "small" enough

And once in a blue moon, Hopper is the one that shows affection first

I'll be honest when Hopper first felt feelings for Julio he deadass thought he was having a stroke and/or heart attack-

During holidays like Carnaval or New Years, you bet your ass Julio brings Hopper to those celebrations and they always have a great time together

That's what I've got so far. I plan to write a little more since my posting schedule is shit rn. I should post more fjskfnsnfkskfjsk

#headcannons #abl #a bug's life #a bugs life #hopper #oc x canon #gay #....idk what else to tag im tired-

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Merchandise - Eddie Munson X GN Reader - November 27th

Title: The Merchandise

Eddie Munson X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mom, other family members (Mentioned), and Dustin (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,727

Warnings: Embarrassment, slightly insecure Reader, Reader has a mother, slight angst, and overall fluff

Okay, let's get one thing straight. You loved Eddie. That was a given. You loved the way he laughed and smiled at you and every little thing about him. He is so kind, caring, and sweet, that no words could describe the depth of your feelings toward him. But, in the midst of all this lovey-dovey stuff, one particular thought had continued to plague you over the months almost year; you wanted to touch Eddie's hair.

Eddie's hair was majestic. Like a lion's mane, thick and beautiful. Every morning it would gleam and sparkle as if a million tiny stars had shone through it. It was perfect and it fascinated you. You wanted to know if it was as soft as you imagined it was. Of course, you've had your chance to touch it, during the many kisses the two of you shared, but you were respectful. You never touched his hair unless he asked you to. You had seen that he was protective of his hair, not even letting that Henderson kid touch it.

But, as you were trying to do your homework, you just couldn't concentrate. You blamed yourself more than Eddie. Resting your hand on your cheek, you stared at the back of Eddie's head as he sat on the ground in front of your bed. Resting on your stomach, you kicked your feet in the air as you daydreamed about your wonderful boyfriend's hair. Eddie looked up from his work and turned around, noticing how absentminded you appeared. He chuckled under his breath.

"What's got you so distracted?" His brown eyes glistened and sparkled like the sun itself. He was so gorgeous when he smiled. Eddie knew what the answer was, he had caught you gazing at him many times before, but he enjoyed watching your expressions change. 

"I dunno," You mumbled softly, looking away and smiling bashfully, "Probably you."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, a smirk overtaking him. "Of course, I'm irresistible." Eddie teased, making you lean over and push his shoulder. He laughed as he went back to his work and you lay there behind him, playing with the edges of your notebook pages.

"No wonder girls swoon all over you." You joked, Eddie glanced down at you and smirked again.

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" He teased, putting the book down and turning around so he could face you.

You grinned at him as your cheeks flushed, eyes raking over his features.

"Well, for starters, you’re you. You have long curly locks and amazing skin. You wear awesome clothes and can play the guitar. Plus you're handsome as hell." You said, staring into his brown eyes. Eddie blushed, taking a moment to appreciate your praise. You weren't wrong. He did have a very attractive appearance. "Not to mention, you're passionate, caring, and loving. No matter how much people try to convince you otherwise, you really are an overall amazing person." You sighed dreamily.

"Aw, thanks, babe." Eddie gave you a warm smile, reaching up to caress your cheek with his knuckles. Your face warmed up even more as a smile graced your lips.

"Don't mention it." 

Eddie gently trailed his hand down your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip softly. The pair of you held each other's gaze for a moment, neither one willing to make the first move.

Eventually, Eddie leaned in closer until his lips were only inches away from yours. A sudden knock interrupted the two of you, causing you both to jump away from each other. You felt guilty as Eddie's expression darkened.

"Come in." You called out, still slightly annoyed.

Your mom peeked her head inside, giving you a sympathetic look. "Hi, dear. Sorry to interrupt, but I just finished dinner. It's ready when you two are." She apologized. Before either of you could respond, she shut the door and walked away. Eddie sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Well, guess we should go eat..." He whispered, kissing your forehead quickly before standing and helping you off the bed. 

You nodded, taking his hand in yours, "Yeah, don't want to miss out on my mom's famous spaghetti." Eddie chuckled, squeezing your hand in his.

The two of you made your way downstairs to join everyone else at the table. While Eddie helped set the table, you stayed close by his side, occasionally stealing glances at him as he worked. When he finally noticed the attention you were giving him, he turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He asked, a playful grin on his face.

"Nothing." You replied, shaking your head.

He rolled his eyes, returning to set the table. Once everything was set, you both took your seats next to each other. Everyone began eating their food, chatting amongst themselves. You listened intently, body eating while your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Eddie's hair. As you thought, you paused. Were you weird? I mean, did other partners in relationships daydream about their partner's hair? You shook your head, clearing your thoughts, and focused your attention back on the conversation.

You tried to focus on listening, but it wasn't working. You kept picturing Eddie's gorgeous hair and you wondered what it would feel like tangled in your fingers as you ran your hands through it. You wanted to touch it so badly.

"Y/N, dear. Did you hear what I was saying?" Your mother called, making you look up at her with wide eyes.

"Um... No, sorry!" You giggled nervously.

She frowned, placing her fork down, "Are you alright? You seem distracted."

Eddie looked at you worriedly, placing his arm around the back of your chair in silent support.

"Sorry! I was just… Thinking about something." You spoke softly, looking down at your plate.

Your mother just hummed, pursing her lips before she continued her story, while you just pushed the noodles around on your plate.

After dinner, Eddie followed you up the stairs and back to your room where he watched you plop onto your bed, stuffing your face into your pillows. Eddie bit his lip, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and reaching out to rub your back soothingly. You two sat there in silence for a while until Eddie spoke up, looking down at you as you snuggled deeper into the pillow. 

"Are you alright, baby?" He asked, voice hardly above a whisper, yet you heard him.

"Yeah... No..." You answered back, your voice muffled by the fabric on your face.

"You wanna tell me?" Eddie urged, his fingers rubbing circles into your lower back.

You hesitated for a moment, before slowly sitting up and facing Eddie.

"It's nothing." You smiled sadly, not wanting to upset him.

Eddie frowned, "It can't be nothing if it's making you sad." He answered, watching as your sad smile turned into a frown.

"It's weird, Eddie. You sighed, "I keep getting these crazy urges to touch your hair and-"

Eddie's face lit up with surprise as he listened to you, "You want to touch my hair?" He asked, making you look up at him.

"Yeah. A lot. I'm sorry I'm being weird. I just... Your hair is so beautiful. I think about touching it all the time and whenever I do I get this overwhelming urge to run my hands through it. Just like today. Well, everyday, really." You confessed, unable to look Eddie in the eye.

A bright pink hue crept across Eddie's cheeks and the tips of his ears. "I didn't think you'd want to touch the merchandise that much." He mumbled shyly. 

"I literally had a dream about braiding it." You confessed blatantly.

Eddie looked down at your bed, his fingers running along it as he thought. "Why don't you?" He asked, gaining your attention.

"What?"

"Why don't you braid my hair? Right now?" Eddie repeated, still refusing to look at you. He was embarrassed at the idea of you doing it and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you. 

"Really?! Are you sure?" You asked excitedly. "I don't want to do anything you don't want me to... Or anything you don't feel comfortable with."

Eddie looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips, "I trust you, Y/N. If you wanna do it, I'll let you."

Your eyes widened, "Okay," You couldn't help a huge smile from appearing on your face. "I promise, you're going to look amazing, honey." You exclaimed, sitting up on your legs, and scooting behind Eddie.

He felt a shiver travel down his spine at your breath fanning against his neck as you moved, and he swallowed nervously. You hesitated shortly before reaching out your hand, slowly running your hand through Eddie's hair. His face lit up, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Your heart raced as you ran your hands through the soft curls, Eddie leaning into your touch slightly. His hair was everything you had  soft and silky underneath your fingertips. You smiled, running your hands through it once more.

"So?" Eddie mumbled, opening his eyes to glance at you.

"Beautiful." You breathed, running your hand through his hair again. "How does it feel?" You asked curiously.

"Amazing," Eddie sighed, closing his eyes, "What type of braid are you thinking?" He asked as you tilted your head.

"You'd look amazing with a french, but I'm going to do the original one. Don't want your first braid to take too long. Besides, I'm not as skilled with the french as I am with the original." You stated, sectioning his hair into three parts.

Eddie sat there as you began to intertwine each section, humming happily to yourself as you did. Once you were done, you held the end of the braid so it wouldn't unravel. You reached forward and grabbed the hair tie sitting on top of your bedside table, tying his braid. Leaning back, you marveled at your work.

"There, all done." You said with a big smile.

Eddie slowly lifted his hand up, gently patting the braid so as to not mess your work up. A smile spread across his face as he admired how cute he must've looked. He turned in his seat, "Thank you, Y/N."

You reached up and booped his nose, "No, thank you, Eds."

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My Light in a Dark Place — Twenty-Three (Tamaki Amajiki x OFC)

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A/N: This is the first time I've ever written smut like this. I'm sorry if it's bad or unrealistic. It feels right for Yuki and Tamaki, so after a lot of editing, I landed on this. I also want to say that if you share the same deprecating thoughts about yourself, please, I hope you learn or someone tells you that you are so much more. You are special and important to this world. You are a gift even when everyone around you makes you feel like you're not. I know these words can't fix anything, but I hope they help to make you see that someone cares about you. I do. It doesn't matter if we don't know each other. You are so important and beautiful. &lt;3

Chapter warnings: this part is smut and has a horrible breakdown in it. Yuki thinks and says a lot of terrible things about herself that could potentially be triggering. Be cautious if you chose to read anyway.

Words: 11k

Standing on her toes, Yuki reaches up to fix Tamaki’s hair after he had changed out of his lounging clothes into something a little less casual. His lips instantly turn up, feeling her fingers brush across his forehead and behind his ear. 

A smile of her own grows. “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“That smile is for something, Tama. I know you.”

His heartbeat speeds up a little when her hand touches his shoulder and slides down his chest some. “I like it when you… when you take care of me. All those little things you do.”

“Oh, because I fixed your hair? I love taking care of you because you’ve done so much to take care of me.” Yuki again reaches up to brush her fingers through his bangs. “And I like having some excuse to touch you. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Tamaki says quickly. “I… I like your affection.”

“That’s good to hear,” she says before picking off a few stray hairs from his shirt. “I’ll be lovey-dovey with you every chance I get to make you happy.”

A blush blooms across his cheeks, but he still carefully cups her face in his hands and kisses her. 

So sweet. Yuki hums, smiling against his lips, and grasps the clothes at his waist. When he attempts to pull away, she follows to capture his lips again. If only a second kiss can be granted, it’s better than the one that is never enough.

“Everyone will be here soon,” Tamaki says before she can go for a third kiss.

Pouting, Yuki settles back on her heels. “Fine. Later then.”

Much to her surprise, Tamaki hesitates before stealing one more kiss from her. He quickly walks away to grab some drinks out of the fridge, but his tiny smile doesn’t go unnoticed by Yuki. Oh, I’ll get you later, Tama.

Ever since their talk sitting on Yuki’s bathroom floor, Tamaki has brought more affection into their relationship. He kisses her more spontaneously. He’ll hug her when she’s doing stationary tasks in the kitchen, and he brings more gentle touches when he walks by her. It’s as if Tamaki is slowly warming her up to breaking the next barrier between them.

Yuki’s personal favorite moment with Tamaki’s added affection is when they’re lying down together—especially when they’re on the verge of sleep. He spends what seems like hours lovingly caressing her body. If she’s on her side, his hand will follow the curves of her body, sometimes his touch putting goosebumps across her skin. On her stomach, Tamaki stays primarily around her back. Only once did his hand follow the roundness of her backside before he realized he was zoning out and avoided getting too close since. But when Yuki lies on her back, Tamaki seems to get a little bolder than usual. He primarily stays around her stomach area, but there have been times his fingers have brushed the sensitive skin just under her breasts. In the opposite direction, his fingers have trailed farther down, often circling the flesh just inside of her hipbones. It might not be a lot for most couples, but Yuki feels far more flustered by his touches than ever before. And when he gets lost in watching his hand run along her body, Yuki can’t get enough of the way his eyes seem to burst with some sort of emotion she thinks is akin to adoration—maybe something more.

Tamaki doesn’t go without some attention from Yuki either. It’s not usually a specific time or place, but any chance Yuki gets, she’s holding him, scratching his back, brushing her fingers through his hair; she has to be touching him in some way. She loves running her fingers across his back, particularly after he showers and hasn't put on a new shirt, scratching lightly to set bumps across his skin. She will step up close to him, chest to back, and trace the subtle definition of his abdominal muscles. At first, Tamaki choked on air when she snuck up on him, but he no longer reacts like that. Only soft sighs and hums leave him anymore. What she loves most is when she traces the thin trail of hair under his belly button that she's been so tempted to follow under the waistband of his pants. But Yuki never does. Sometimes the time just isn't right and sometimes her insecurities get the best of her. Not even the almost inaudible sound Tamaki makes at the back of his throat each time is enough to spur her exploration further. But her thoughts refuse to let her ignore her constant retreat even now as their mutual friends crowd onto Tamaki's couches for the soccer game on TV.

Yuki isn't much of a sports person, so it's easy to daydream about how Tamaki will react if she quits stopping herself. He'll probably get flustered and make some noise out of shock. It'd be choked out at the feeling of her fingers trailing lower. Their lips will already be connected, hers moving along his jawline the closer her hand gets. Fingers will find their destination and wrap around his—

"Hey, Yuki!”

Shit! She blinks a few times and looks toward Nejire who is standing beside Mirio’s side of the couch. “Huh?”

“I asked if we should order some pizza for everyone.”

Tamaki shifts beside Yuki and takes her attention again, albeit in a different way. “I ordered some earlier. The pizza should get here by 7… if that’s okay.”

“Look at you staying on top of things!” Mina coos from beside Kirishima. She rests her chin on her hands as she leans her elbows on her knees. “You’re so lucky, Yuki, that you have a man like Tamaki to take care of you.”

She gazes up at Tamaki, cheeks suddenly reddening when he looks back at her. Don’t think about it. Not with our friends sitting right here. “I am lucky,” Yuki finally says. “We take care of each other.”

Eri sighs. “I’ll find someone like that one of these days.”

“Maybe after high school,” Mirio says. “Wait until everyone matures a bit more before making a commitment like a relationship.”

Suddenly, Kirishima cheers at the game, stopping the conversation as Mirio and Nejire join in. Mina and Eri half-heartedly cheer, too, neither of them there for the actual game.

Yuki sighs to herself—still trying to shake her dirty thoughts away—and hides her face in Tamaki’s neck. Her skin bumps when his hand goes to her side, rubbing right where his thumb rests. With her thoughts running wild, it’s a nice reminder that keeps her more grounded and present. There’s a time for it and now is not that time.

“Are you okay?” Tamaki asks lowly to avoid attention from everyone else. 

Yuki pauses and shakes her head. My thoughts are only getting worse the longer the tension builds, Tama.

“Do you need to rest? I can bring you pizza once it gets here.”

She slides her arms around him, putting her feet onto his lap, and brings the two of them closer together. Yuki ignores the excited whispers of Eri and Mina. Clearly they're discussing the scene before them instead of the game.

“Yuki,” Tamaki tries again. “Should we… send everyone home?”

“No,” Yuki says. “I’m okay, I guess. A lot on my mind that won’t leave me alone.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Later… Not now. I’ll be all right, Tama. I’ll tell you if I’m not.”

“Okay.”

She nuzzles her nose into his neck a little. “Can I stay here?”

“Yeah… You’re fine. Will you want pizza when it gets here?”

"A couple of pieces will be fine."

"Okay." A few cheers followed by groans make Yuki nuzzle even more into Tamaki. He cradles her head to him. "You're… sure you're okay?"

Yuki hums and kisses his neck a few times. It's tempting to leave a mark and then let her lips wander. "Yeah." I almost wish we were alone…

While Tamaki and Yuki are having their moment, Kirishima glances at Yuki's actions. He’s seen her act like this once before back in their post high school days. It was soon after he met her for the first time and he asked her out. She was tipsy at a party they went to—as a date sort of thing—and Yuki could not bear to be out of reach of him. Her eyes would glaze over sometimes and she’d come back to reality with a cute blush on her face. Then he started catching her staring at him and often it was not innocently—much like the way Yuki is watching Tamaki say something to Mirio. Before the night was over, he and Yuki found themselves in a random bedroom on the verge of having sex together—after he got her off a couple of times with his mouth and fingers—but a random phone call for him ended the night on a fairly awkward note. Yuki being Yuki wouldn’t let him leave though until she at least helped him out. So, she did, and he left with a breathless thank you and a quick kiss on her mouth.

Since the chat they had a few weeks later where they both agreed being friends was a better idea for them for various reasons beyond that night, Kirishima hasn’t thought about it. But watching Yuki act so similarly without an ounce of alcohol in her system, he knows something is up.

“Hey, Yuki?” Kirishima says.

She peers at him from where she’s hiding against Tamaki, who also turns to look at him. “Yeah?”

“Can we talk for a minute?”

“Why?” she pouts, fingers grasping a handful of Tamaki’s sleeve.

Kirishima shrugs. “I figured since the game is a little slow for now, we could catch up some. I haven’t seen you in what feels like ages. I promise it won’t be long and you’ll be back with Tamaki in no time.”

Sensing that whatever Kirishima has to say is important, Tamaki gently nudges Yuki off his lap. “Go on. Maybe the pizza will be here when you’re done.”

“Okay…” A pout sits deep on her face, but she goes over to Kirishima as he stands up.

Tamaki watches them disappear into his room, the door not shutting all the way. Clearly, Kirishima doesn’t think they need complete privacy, reassuring Tamaki that even though it’s important, it’s not something that has to be kept from anyone else. At least he hopes.

Yuki immediately sits down on the edge of Tamaki’s bed and looks up at Kirishima. “What’s up, Kiri?”

“Have you and Tamaki had sex yet?”

“Uh, no. Why?”

“You’re acting like you have or are about to.”

Yuki can feel her face getting warmer. “Why do you think that?”

Kirishima chuckles and squats down in front of Yuki. “As much as we had to drink back then, I still remember how you were acting before we… well, you know what we did.”

“And you brought me in here to remind me because…?”

“Are you really ready for that sort of physical relationship with Tamaki? I know you both discussed it and asked me and Mina for advice, but… I don’t want you to do this because you think you have to, okay? You have a great guy out there who will do anything for you. He loves you a lot. I know he’d be willing to wait if you want that.”

A soft smile graces Yuki’s lips. “I know who is out there waiting for me. It’s why I want this. I’ve never felt so sure about a person before, Kiri. He’s it for me. Am I scared? A little. My most recent experience is painful and dark… Tama understands that, too. We’re taking it slow and not jumping right into having sex.” She touches her cheeks with her fingers. “I just can’t stop thinking about him and-and thinking about touching him. Ever since we’ve talked about it, it’s all I daydream about. It’s getting to be too much!”

Kirishima actually laughs at her. “You’re cute, Yuki. If it’s getting to be that difficult to wait, make a move after we all leave. If you’re really ready, show Tamaki what you want. He loves you, so you know he’ll take care of you far better than any guy in your past—including me.”

“Mina said a lot of great things about him,” Yuki says, suddenly feeling hot. “Do you think she’s right?”

“If I know anything about Mina, she doesn’t lie, especially when she’s impressed.” Kirishima squeezes her calves as he grins with his pointy teeth showing. “I kinda wanna know what you think about him.”

“You just want me to verify if you’re better or not, huh?”

“He’s the one you’re going to end up sleeping with one of these days. You had me in my awkward days of trying to figure out what the hell to do half the time. I know I won't compare to him at all." He stands and pats her knee. "I'm genuinely curious what a guy like him can do. He's a private kinda guy. I think I've seen him shirtless maybe four times and we work at the same agency. Plus… I hear the shy types are the most impressive, if you know what I mean." Kirishima lifts his eyebrows a few times.

"Do you want to sleep with him or something?"

"Nah. He's not my type," he laughs. "But if you're inviting me to join in…"

"Eijiro Kirishima!" Yuki scolds him, standing to smack his shoulder. "That was not an invitation! I haven't even slept with Tamaki to be comfortable enough to invite another person!"

"But it's not a no!"

"No way, Kirishima!" Yuki shoves him a bit. "There's no way I'll share Tamaki with anyone. And… I don't want him to share me."

"You're adorable, Yuki." He gives her a quick kiss on her forehead. "Once the game is over, I'll make sure this place clears out to give you and Tamaki some time alone."

"Thanks, Kiri, even if it's kinda weird to talk about doing it with my boyfriend with the guy I had my first sexual experience with forever ago."

"We're a weird couple of friends. C'mon then. I think your boyfriend might be missing you. And I think I smell pizza."

Yuki hums and skips toward the door. "Maybe the game will end quickly. I don't even really like soccer, but Tamaki has a great TV for it."

"Patience, Yuki. You have all the time in the world with Tamaki. You'll have your fun. Just don't be too pushy about it."

"Never. I want Tama to be with me if he wants to, no matter what I want to do. We're in this together."

"God, I can't wait for you to marry him," Kirishima grins right as he steps out of the room to keep Yuki from protesting.

She gives Kirishima a look as she goes on her way to Tamaki, who is opening up the pizza boxes.

Tamaki looks at her with curious eyes. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she says, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Kiri was just checking in on me."

"What for?"

"He's known me so long now that he knows my tells and is concerned. I'll happily tell you about it after the game." Do it, Yuki. She presses a kiss on the spot just in front of his ear. "When we're alone."

Tamaki visibly and audibly swallows, temporarily stunned in place. Yuki has been flirty before, but that is new. And he feels its effect instantly. He clears his throat and nearly drops the box he's holding. "O-Okay." He has no idea how he's going to get through the game if Yuki is going to tease him like that.

Eri running over distracts Yuki, so he can take a few calming breaths before continuing to lay out the food. Unfortunately for him, the night doesn't get any easier.

After cleaning up the dishes, Yuki plops herself back on his lap again, one of his blankets wrapped around her. At first, he found it cute to have her snuggled against him while the others shouted at something in the game. But when Yuki sneaks little touches along his chest and his stomach, eventually finding that damn strip of hair that drives him crazy each time she traces her fingers across it. Tamaki isn't sure she's aware of the power she holds when she gives that area of his abdomen such loving attention. He's grateful for the blanket she brought over. 

Yuki once again hides her face in his neck the moment she notices something against her hip. To spare both of them the embarrassment, she takes her hand away to hug Tamaki closely. Resist for now. Later, Yuki. Wait until you can talk to him and decide how far you want to go tonight. Both of you should agree.

Luckily for her, Yuki wound up falling asleep before the game ended, waking up to an empty apartment. Well, aside from Tamaki cleaning up in the kitchen.

"Why didn't anyone wake me up to say bye?" she yawns while sitting up to look at her diligent boyfriend.

He glances at her. "No one wanted to wake you up. Plus… Eijiro seemed in a rush to get everyone out. It was… strange."

A little giggle leaves Yuki. She grabs her phone off the coffee table to find a short "have fun" message from Kirishima followed by a winky face. Her lips stay turned up as she sends back a smirking face.

"Do you want to… to go get ready for bed?" Tamaki asks. "You must be tired. I'll come to bed s-soon." He's not sure why that made his heart race, but it did.

"You won't be long, right?"

He shakes his head. "Shower and get comfortable, okay? Take… Take care of yourself."

I hope we'll be taking care of something else together. "Come to bed soon, okay, Tama?"

There's hesitation before he nods. "I will."

Remaining calm, Yuki rolls off the couch and makes her way to his bedroom. The millisecond the door shuts behind her, Yuki rushes into his closet for something to wear—settling on one of his t-shirts that falls just above her knees—and then into the bathroom where she rushes through a shower. She's so quick that Tamaki still hasn't made it into the room, so she tucks herself under the covers and gets cozy before Tamaki finally walks in.

An instant smile appears on his lips at the sight of her cozy in his bed. "Did you shower already?"

She nods. "Yeah. I just laid down."

"Will it be okay if I shower?"

"Of course, Tama." This is torturous. I hope he hurries. Yuki pats the bed. "I'll be here."

Tamaki gives her another smile as he grabs some shorts from his closet and disappears into the bathroom. The water starts and it's a waiting game all over again for Yuki.

She rubs her thighs in anticipation and can't decide if forgoing underwear was a good idea despite the eagerness to make something happen tonight. It doesn't even have to be much. I want to touch him… so badly. But we need to determine what is okay for right now.

Tracing a few random shapes on the comforter, Yuki begins to drift off into her own world—one that involves seeing a lot more of her boyfriend that she has yet to see. When did I become such a horny teenager again? It's so easy to forget what Seto did to her, knowing the kind of man she has to love on every day. Tamaki makes so much of her pain and fears float away with his sweet smile and encouraging words. Yuki still feels as if she can take on the world as long as she has Tamaki beside her. It's the greatest feeling she's ever had with another person. She never wants to lose it.

The shower stops. Yuki's heart rate skyrockets. It's just Tamaki. No matter what happens, he'll take care of me and treat me well, like he always does. Relax. Another minute goes by and Tamaki finally walks out of the bathroom with his hair up to keep it dry during his shower and a t-shirt and shorts on as his pajamas. He looks good and Yuki can't help watching him put his dirty clothes away.

Tamaki catches her watching and blushes. "What?"

"I love you."

"I-I love you, too. Do you need anything?"

Nibbling on her bottom lip, Yuki peers at her boyfriend from under her lashes. "Can we… do something tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

A slight hesitation. "I want to do something naughty with you, Tama."

"O-Oh… Are you sure?"

"It's all I can think about. Kirishima could tell, which is why he wanted to talk."

"What did he, um, say?" He can't bring himself to move closer to the bed yet. He's frozen at his closet door.

"He wanted to make sure I was okay with us moving forward with a physical relationship. That's all."

"Are you?"

"Okay with it? Yeah." Yuki sounds a little breathless. "I trust you more than anyone. I know you'll stop if I feel uncomfortable and that you won't force anything onto me. And I'll do the same for you. If you don't think you're ready to do something right now, we won't."

"I-I'm okay if… if you are…"

"I'm okay with it. Not the full-blown act, but things to warm us up to it."

Tamaki somehow manages to walk to the bed, sitting on the edge. "I think… that's a good idea."

"Lights on or off?"

Tamaki quickly gets up to mess with the switch, dimming the lights to make the room feel more private but allowing them to see. To be honest, Tamaki doesn't want to miss a second of appreciating her body—not that he could ever speak it out loud.

"Is this okay?" he asks, looking toward her.

Sensual and still allows us to visually appreciate each other. Yes, please. "It's great."

He shuffles back over and sits next to her. Tamaki feels anxiety over messing up seep into his mind, but he also knows that Yuki will not tease him if he does. She's never made him feel small for not doing something well. Still… he wants to make her happy to be with him.

Beside him, Yuki isn't faring much better. Except her anxiety stems from wanting to ask if she can touch him first, explore him first. She couldn't care less about her needs—whatever she decides those are. She just wants to satisfy her curiosity with his permission. How do I ask? Should I wait for him to ask? This is unbearable.

They look at each other and the tension building inside themselves bubbles out into laughter, Yuki's much louder than his.

"Why are we even nervous?" she asks, rubbing her arm. "We want to do this, right?"

Tamaki nods.

"Then we should go for it."

"Wh-What do you want me to d-do?" Tamaki inwardly frowns at his inability to not sound nervous.

"Um… how about you get under the covers with me and kiss me?"

Another nod and Tamaki quickly climbs under the covers with her—struggling only for a second. Once settled, he reaches out to take her face in his hands. The bright shine in her eyes is enough to urge him closer for a slow kiss against her parted lips. He instantly feels relief at the gentle response from Yuki, her lips moving against his almost timidly.

Yuki sighs when Tamaki pulls away, only to come right back with a bit more passion, his lips parting some. Both of her palms touch his chest, fingers bunching up his shirt when she tilts her head a little more to deepen the kiss. But her hands soon slide up over his shoulders and into his hair that she promptly removes from its ponytail holder. She doesn't know the goosebumps that cover Tamaki's entire body when her fingers brush against the nape of his neck as she tangles her slender fingers into his hair.

Pausing their kisses, Yuki rushes to get the covers off their legs so she can sit on his lap, knees on either side of his hips. She immediately brings their lips together again, muting Tamaki's little grunt when she gets lost in the moment and grinds down on him. It's not the greatest feeling the slick fabric of his shorts against her sensitive skin, but the slight pressure relieved against him—their actions making him half hard already—feels good enough for her hips to repeat the same action.

She trails her lips along his jawline, a need to fulfill her many daydreams fueling her kisses. With a gentle tug of his hair, she's able to get better access to his neck and throat, where she gives a little more attention near his Adam's apple.

Tamaki finally lets his hands drop to her waist and he nearly whimpers from her attention to his neck. He groans a little the second his hands slide to her backside and finds there's no print of her underwear. He didn't know Yuki would be his cause of death with the way his heart races when she once again moves her hips against him.

Kisses move back up toward his ear where a few are left along the pointed shell, bringing forth more sounds of pleasure from the man under her. Yuki finally gives in and hovers her lips right by his ear. "Tama… can I… can I touch you?"

"Y-Yes…" He almost lets out a whispered please, but holds himself back. If he wasn't totally hard before, he is now—painfully so with every move Yuki makes.

Oh, my God. Thank God. Why am I so excited? Yuki reaches for the hem of his shirt, slipping her fingers under for a fleeting touch on his abdomen before tugging his shirt over his head. He messily brushes his hair out of the shirt and over his shoulders before Yuki tosses the offending piece of clothing away.

The short peek she had before at Mirio and Nejire's wedding doesn't compare to seeing his naked torso on full display in front of her. His skin is smooth and warm to the touch and each time he sucks in a strained breath, the definition of his abs becomes much more prominent, even in his sitting position. But what she loves most is that teasing line of almost black hair under his bellybutton that disappears under his pants, leading right to the very thing Yuki wants to touch most.

Under Yuki's exploring gaze, Tamaki is frozen—in a good way. He feels like if he moves, it'll take Yuki out of her little moment. It's hard to stay still when her fingers trail down his chest to the hair her eyes have been fixated on since she removed his shirt.

"Y-You… like it?" Tamaki asks in a hushed voice, taken aback by the fire in her eyes when she looks up at him.

She hums with a nod, eyes dropping back to her fingers tracing the line up and down at the sight of his goosebumps. "Maybe it's because it leads to something I like even more," she says softly. Yuki peers up at him again when she feels his abdominal muscles clench under her. "Do you like that I like it?"

He nods, eyes shutting tightly for a few seconds to help him get control of himself. He wasn't expecting her words to affect him so immediately. "I don't know why…"

"If we like it, does it matter?"

"I-I guess not."

Yuki takes a single finger and tugs down the waistline of his pants to find where the hair thickens, curls, and spreads a bit more across his skin. Tilting her head to the side with a smile, Yuki brings her gaze back to his eyes. Tamaki visibly shivers under her stare. "Would you be willing to lie down and let me take these off for you?" she asks, getting off of his lap. Her eyes catch the tent in his pants that her weight was holding down, and Yuki feels her body grow hot. Whatever I'm about to uncover is going to be impressive if that sight is any hint. My Tama is going to be full of surprises, isn't he?"Please?"

He can only manage a shaky hum, but clumsily shifts to lie back next to her. Despite the stretchy fabric of his shorts, he feels too restrained. Tamaki momentarily wonders who she's been with in the past that has made her far more confident than him. Knowing she has nothing on under his shirt is almost enough to kill him because he loves her so much. He wants to be so good for her, to make her feel good, but to muster up the same courage feels impossible as her fingers hook into the waistband of his pants and start pulling them down. He's stunned by her all the time. His thoughts are going too fast to be coherent, especially when he's left naked under his girlfriend's attentive stare.

Yuki can't stop staring at what she's freed from his shorts. It's not the first dick she's seen, but it's the first to leave her awestruck just by sight. It's long, far longer than she expected and smooth, aside from a few veins running along it, hovering just above his stomach. It's not thick, which is perfectly fine for her because she knows what he has is perfect for her liking. The hair at the base is dark, thick, and slightly curled from where it appears to be growing out. Does he usually keep it trimmed? I like it like this. Yuki doesn't hesitate to reach out and run her fingertips through the mass of curls, bottom lip getting pulled between her teeth when he twitches. The fluid settled at the tip smears a little on his stomach with the movement. 

"Tama," she breathes, lifting a single finger to rub along a tiny portion of his length. Yuki looks at his flushed face, her eyes as wide as his. "It might be weird to say, but you're so… pretty."

Tamaki chokes out a laugh, far too distracted by her touch. How a single finger can feel so good is a mystery to him, but he doesn't want Yuki to stop touching him. "Th-Thank… thank you?"

She giggles and watches as she wraps her fingers around the base. "I bet you'll feel so good inside me." Yuki looks at him when he whines, eyes closing as he twitches in her hand now. "Another time though." She slowly guides her hand toward the tip, tightening her grip as she goes. It brings out a deep moan from Tamaki's mouth. She does it again just to hear him react.

Her hand feels amazing. It's not soft because of her gardening, but the callouses stimulate him in all the right ways. And her grip. He could moan again thinking about it. Somehow it's firm and gentle all in one. He wonders if it's from her years of handling flowers, gripping several stems for a bouquet while being mindful that they're fragile. And when she moves her hand back down, he is literally on the verge of losing it. No one has ever made him so ready to burst faster than her.

Yuki mimics her previous action several more times until Tamaki has to tell her to stop, coming out more like a plea than a calm response.

She let's go instantly, eyes wide with concern. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Tamaki scrunches his nose as he fights back the feeling in his abdomen. "I almost… I don't want to… to finish yet."

"Oh. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he says, sitting up and leaning forward to kiss her mouth passionately. Her little squeak of surprise makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter about.

"There's no way I got you there that fast, Tama," Yuki says against his lips. She pulls away to look him in the eyes. "I haven't touched a man like that in a long time."

"It felt… good. Your hand…" Tamaki picks it up and kisses her palm. "...it feels nice."

The adorable redness on his cheeks and ears makes Yuki giddy. "It's just a hand. I don't understand."

With a deep breath, Tamaki tugs on the hem of the shirt she wears. "Can I… show you what I mean?"

"Okay."

Gently, Tamaki pulls her closer, placing her feet on either side of him while she sits between his outstretched legs. He takes her hand and holds it, palm up. With one finger, he points out the callouses across the top of her palm. "Working in a garden and with plants, your hands… they aren't smooth or-or soft. There's texture." He lets go of her hand and grunts under his breath when Yuki immediately goes to caress the very obvious extra limb between them. The torturous way she's giving it attention, thumb massaging the tip when her hand eventually reaches the end, brings his eyes down to watch. "I-It… feels so… so good." Tamaki gives up and rests his forehead on her shoulder, shaky breaths and soft sounds leaving him to tell Yuki that what she's doing is exactly what he wants. 

For the first time since meeting Tamaki, he lets out a breathless curse when she barely tightens her grip. It's hard not to do it again just to get a similar response. "Do you think it'll feel just as good when we have sex?"

Unsure if his moan is from her touch or her words, Tamaki hides his face in her neck. "B-Better. Warm…" He hesitates, "...and wet."

Yuki clenches around nothing at his words. "Tamaki," she whines, letting go of him so she can lift his head for a kiss, the tip of her tongue running along the seam of his lips. A pleased hum escapes her throat as he lets her tongue slip into his mouth to tease his. "Can you please touch me?" she asks when she has to catch her breath.

"You're s-sure?"

"Yes, Tama." Her kisses move to his jawline. "I bet your fingers will feel so nice on me… in me. Please."

The dirty talk is something Tamaki didn't expect from Yuki, but he likes it. A lot. The praise laced in her comments urges him forward; they give him the confidence he wants when he's with her. Tamaki continues to let Yuki love on the flesh of his neck and throat while he carefully repositions her on her back, legs spread apart, and he settles beside her. Unintentionally, he moves his hips against her side to gain a little friction against her side. 

"Do you… want this off or on?" he asks with a tug on her sleeping shirt.

Yuki shimmies it up above her stomach, looking at him with big doe eyes, and her bottom lip caught in her teeth. "Is this okay? I'm not sure if I'm ready to be totally naked yet."

She gets a sweet kiss on her nose and lips. "That's okay for me… as long as it is… for you, Yuki."

She nods, her hand farthest from him resting atop her belly. "I love you."

Tamaki's lips curl upward, making his rosy cheeks and soft gaze a pleasant sight. "I love you, too."

"Should I return the favor?" she says, glancing down at the rigid appendage resting against her hip.

"I want to… to take care of you first. O-Okay?"

Yuki nods. "Tell me when I can then?"

With a hum, Tamaki leans in for a kiss, somehow pressing himself closer. And while he has Yuki's lips occupied, he places his hand on her stomach where he caresses her mostly to make her feel at ease. His fingers sometimes reach down to where her pubic hair starts, short and strangely soft under his touch. He waits until he's sure Yuki is comfortable with his touch. Luckily, she doesn't feel an ounce of fear.

How has this been so rewarding already? He hasn't done anything to me, and I still feel euphoric. Yuki whimpers and cradles his head when his lips seek the soft flesh of her neck. It's followed by a gasp when his hand moves down to cup around that aching spot at the apex of her thighs. He does nothing else, keeping the heat her body is producing close, yet it feels wonderful. If you taught him this, Mina, thank you.

After a minute—Tamaki still holding her attention with his lips and little nips on her skin—he trails his hand up, fingers barely massaging her folds, and then back down where his middle finger circles her entrance as if to relax the muscles there before he slips the tip of that finger barely inside her. It's enough to make her clench around it, especially when he pumps that first little section of his finger in and out of her. A few slow thrusts of his finger and then he pulls it out to massage around where it was just inserted, only to go back for a few more almost too slow thrusts and he repeats. Tamaki can't help rubbing himself against her side when Yuki tries to grind herself on his finger, silently asking for more.

Tamaki pulls away from kissing her throat to gaze at her. Yuki's eyes are pleading and her lips are parted to release short whines of need, her fingers pulling at his hair caught in them. He kisses her lips, but doesn't change up what he's doing to her.

This is only the second time using these tactics on a woman after that night with Mina, and as always, they work just like she promised. He's never forgotten. And now with Yuki, he wants to be absolutely perfect for her, even if it means she has to suffer longer with waiting.

"Tama, please," she breathes. "Stop… teasing me."

"I'm not trying to." Another kiss on her lips. "I… I want you to feel good. I'm not… done… with you." He feels her contract around his finger, so he for a split second pushes it a little deeper—eliciting a beautiful sound from Yuki—before removing his finger completely. "You're so… pretty, Yuki." His ears burn from his own words and he can't help hiding his face against her. His hand shifts so his wet finger can now circle her sensitive clit that has been aching for his attention. 

As flustered as he is to be like this with Yuki, Tamaki can't help looking at her face, relaxed in pleasure, after bucking against his hand the second he shifted his attention higher. If he thought she looked beautiful before, nothing compares to the half-lidded stare she gives him. Her bottom lip is rosy from where she keeps pulling it into her mouth, but when she can't hold in her moans and whimpers, her lips part so prettily. He can't resist kissing her again.

Fuck… he's so good and… and he's hardly done anything to me. Yuki sucks in a breath when his finger massages through her folds back to her entrance, where he goes back to gently pushing his finger in a few times before sliding back up to give more attention back to her clit. She doesn't even realize she lifted her hips to meet his finger until he softly tells her to relax. I'm going to die before anything else can happen. Tama… Yuki not only thinks his name, but whines it out when he returns his finger to gather up more of her essence to make the feeling of that same finger on her clit better. It gets the fire in her belly stoked, the feeling of something getting pulled taut stronger than before.

"T-Tama," she says, head tilting back as her back arches. "You're gonna make me… me–" The tension snaps and she can't do anything except whine and try to catch her breath. She doesn't even realize her body is glowing softly from the pleasure.

Although he's shocked to see his slow, deliberate touches bring out a slow orgasm from her, he can't help dipping his finger into her just to feel the muscles flutter around and squeeze it. But Tamaki doesn't stay long, going back to ease Yuki through the end of her orgasm with a softer touch and a sweet kiss to her mouth. He sweetly smiles down at her when she relaxes—that beautiful glow still emitting from her flushed skin—and gazes at him with bright eyes. That's when he stops his finger and rests his hand over her like he did at the start.

"Are you okay?"

"Mm hmm," she says, visibly swallowing and letting her hands drop from his hair.

Tamaki stares at her limp limbs above her head and then kisses her cheek. "Did you… like it?"

She shifts her hips against his still hand. "Yeah… I didn't know I could do that so quickly. And it felt so… different."

"Good different?"

"God, yes. Very good," Yuki reaches up to touch his reddened cheek. I should praise him, right? That's what Mina said. "You were so, so good. I can't even make myself feel like that… How did you do that?"

"Oh, um… I was told that-that there are things I can do to… to make you, uh, to help you take m-my fingers or my…" Tamaki glances down toward where he's pressed against her side. "That doesn't matter tonight though…"

Yuki takes her other hand and gives his neglected body part some affection. She loves the way he chokes out a groan and tries to push more into her hand. "I'm excited to feel what it'll be like to sit on your–" She squeezes the head just to have him buck into her hold, "cock."

Tamaki curses again, right in her ear, and takes his hand away from her body only to pull her hand off him. With fingers intertwined, he pins her hand by her head. There's no strength behind his hold, but it's enough to get himself under control again. He's feeling the frustration of not getting a release yet, but he's still not done with Yuki. But if she keeps talking like that, saying such naughty words, he won't last much longer.

Again, she looks at him with worry. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong." Her glow dies with her concern. 

How she can say something so dirty one second and then look so sweet the next throws Tamaki for a loop. He shakes his head, feeling a little dizzy from the constant heat in his head. "N-No… I'm not finished with you yet."

Eyes wide, Yuki tilts her head. Not done?! "What do you mean?"

Shakily, Tamaki gets on his hands and knees, kissing her shortly. "Do you trust me?"

"With everything in me."

His lips meet hers more aggressively than usual to elicit a sweet sound from her throat. And while he gives her mouth loving attention, he builds up enough courage to say the dirty thing that's been sitting on his tongue since they started their bedroom escapade. But it's quiet, his voice not quite wanting to work from the nerves building back up.

Tamaki pulls away to look into her pretty eyes—fighting his anxiety—and brushes her messy hair from her flushed face. "I want you t-to… to sit on my face."

Yuki's eyes go wide and her pupils seem to blow open. Her whole body reacts, and she's almost instantly sitting up, forcing a just as surprised Tamaki to sit back over her. "I'd love to do that for you."

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "That's okay?"

"Yeah… Please let me." Why am I begging? He literally just told me he wants me to. Yuki runs her hands up his chest to his wild hair—no thanks to her hands—so she can bring him into a searing kiss. She nudges her nose against his cheek. "Can you use your fingers, too?"

Tamaki pictures what's to come, unsure if he can make it work for her. He wants her to be above him, not lying on her back where he could easily give her what she's asking for. He can't imagine it'll work well when she inevitably grinds down on his face. But… an idea pops into his head.

"It might not work well like that… but it will if I use my Quirk."

At her questioning look, he feels his body heat up even more at the understanding that she hasn't picked up what he's suggesting.

"My fingers can… can change to reach where I wouldn't usually… if you're okay with it."

Change? Then it dawns on her, her eyes falling onto his hand now touching her waist. He means… using his fingers as tentacles. Fucking. Hell. I'm going to ascend to God knows where with this man.

Her lips crash against his right after he sees the realization cross her features. Frankly, he isn't expecting that sort of reaction, nor the pleading in his ear for him to use his Quirk. There's a lot about his girlfriend he's learning tonight, and it's almost overwhelming. He's feeling more like they're truly meant to be together, being built so perfectly for each other. Tamaki decides it's time to throw in another new element to their relationship. As long as he can get his courage to spike again before the night is over.

"I want this so bad, Tama," Yuki practically moans in his ear, wishing that some part of him was under her so she could rub herself against him. "Please."

It's as good a time as any. He takes a deep breath and leaves a kiss on the side of her head. "Okay… firefly." It feels foreign on his tongue, but since the moment he saw her glow, it's all he's ever wanted to call her. The way she looks at him with adoring surprise tells him it was perfect timing. He kisses her again before moving away to lie on his back. Tamaki holds his arms open a little after bunching his long hair behind his head. "C-C'mere."

I love you so much, Tamaki Amajiki. Yuki does, but plants herself over his hips just to rub her heat along his length to make him groan. He grabs her hips to stop her, but can't stop watching the way she moves against him, her shirt bunched up in one hand while the other presses against his chest. Even this feels amazing. "I'll be your firefly, Tama. Only yours," she says breathlessly. "Your sweet little firefly…"

Tamaki can't find the strength to stop her movements, but he has to do something or he'll fall apart. So, Tamaki does the only thing he can.

Before Yuki can grasp what is happening, multiple tentacles wrap around her waist and thighs to lift her off Tamaki. They bring her to his chest and hold her there. Her lips part in surprise.

"You're not being very s-sweet," Tamaki says, glancing at the beautiful pale skin of her tummy area. "My firefly listens."

"Fuck," Yuki says, finding that she can rub herself on his chest, too. That is until his tentacles stop her again. "Sorry… I'll listen, Tama… I'll be-I'll be good."

Her words shoot right through Tamaki, down to his cock. He feels it twitch, and he's seconds away from letting Yuki do whatever she wants with him. It almost hurts how hard he is over Yuki's words.

She's whimpering out pleas above him and finally leans over to kiss him needily. "I can't hold back anymore, Tama. Please."

In an instant, the tentacles around her disappear and he holds her facing in his hands to make Yuki look into his eyes. "You're still… still okay with this?"

Yuki nods vigorously, knowing he's asking because he is afraid of triggering her. "You won't hurt me. I'm okay. I promise." She grabs one of his wrists and squeezes, her flesh holding a soft glow from his sweetness. "I love you so much."

He gives her a slow, toe-curling kiss, Tamaki pouring all his love for her into it. He gazes at her. "Use the headboard to hold yourself steady, okay?"

Her stomach coils excitedly. "Will the shirt be in the way?" she asks as she sits up again. Behave, Yuki. You're horny as hell, but wait for him to tell you what to do… since you're apparently into that, too. "I don't want it to bother you."

Tamaki has two options he can give her, and one gives him a better view. "Hold it up… with your teeth."

Oh… Careful not to completely expose her chest, Yuki pulls the hem up across the middle of her torso so she can bite down on the fabric. She knows a bit more skin is on display, but she's not completely put off by it. If she took the shirt off her body, she's positive Tamaki would see the way the cooler air makes her nipples harden. She can feel it and wonders if it still shows through the shirt.

It does. Tamaki's gaze instantly falls on the roundness of her breasts spilling out from under the shirt. He's so tempted to reach up and rub the back of his knuckles against it, but he resists. Eyes drifting higher, he sees the immediate effect of the air hitting newly exposed skin that he knows is warm from their actions. That he can't stop himself from touching. His hand carefully cups one breast, his eyes steady on her half-lidded gaze. One gentle squeeze and a deliberate pass over the hardened nipple and he receives a beautiful moan from Yuki. 

"Ready?" he asks, hand slipping down to her waist.

Yuki eagerly crawls closer to his face, hands gripping the headboard. She nods, turned on by the sight of his mouth under her.

But before he asks her to sit, both of his hands run along the skin of her hips, thighs, and butt. His fingers get close to her core and he pauses, looking up at her. The red across his nose and cheeks makes him look so cutely innocent. And he's about to make me see stars with his tongue.

"H-How many?"

Unwilling to drop her shirt to speak, Yuki tilts her head curiously.

Something moves along the inside of her thigh, making Yuki look down to see a tentacle inching along the dip where her leg and pelvis join.

Tamaki watches her reach down and let the appendage wrap around her finger. Then she glances behind her, the shirt revealing a little more of her chest that Tamaki zeros in on. But his attention is quickly drawn to where Yuki wraps her fingers around his cock again, a slight tension in her grasp. He's about to protest when she slides her hand up his length, but just as quickly as she touched him, her hand disappears.

In front of them, Yuki holds her hand to the girth of Tamaki, nodding toward his tentacle finger.

He catches on and guides the tentacle through her open fist. While she looks at it, gathering information, Tamaki's stomach clenches at the thought of her asking for enough tentacles to simulate the size of him. He supposes it's a way to get used to the feeling. He tucks the thought away, knowing it'll come in handy when she decides she's ready for it.

Suddenly, Yuki straightens her hand to hold up three fingers, then four. She does it again.

"Three to f-four? That's… That's a lot, firefly."

Yuki finally can't stand not speaking and uses one hand to hold her shirt. "Your tentacles are the same thickness as your fingers, right? Your fingers are slender. And although you are slender in other places, I think three to four of your tentacles will be a similar stretch. Start with three and if I want a fourth, I'll ask for it."

"If… that's what you want." He peels the tentacle away from her, ready to make his girlfriend orgasm a second time. "I don't want to hurt you… so… one at a time."

She bites on the shirt again and nods, taking hold of the headboard again. 

It's his sign to start, so he lifts his head just enough to kiss just above her awaiting heat. "Tell me if i-it's too much."

Another nod as she closes her eyes and spreads her legs a little more. I'm ready. Make me forget such an evil person ever hurt me. Please.

With the first tentacle already manifested, Tamaki urges it to suction and move across her sex, soon guiding the tip into her. He looks up to see her leaning over him, grip tight on the headboard. He pushes it deeper into her to feel her walls tremble as the suction cups massage around in her, opening her up for the number she wants.

"Okay still?"

Another nod. Her eyes clench when his tentacle finds that spongy spot and begins pressing into it.

"Another?"

She gives him a thumbs up.

His second finger changes and he prods around where the other tentacle is nestled within her warmth. She makes a short, whiney sound as it wiggles in beside the other, rooting around to feel her and prepare her for more.

Feels so good. She moves her hips down onto his hand, somehow sucking the tentacles deeper inside her.

She's nodding before Tamaki asks if she wants more, practically humping the air to feel more. So he pushes another in. 

And immediately pulls it out when he catches sight of a tear glistening in the corner of her eyes. 

No, no. I'm okay. Don't stop. It was only a quick flash of the memory. I'm fine. Please… Don't let it win… Help me fight him… Make it go away…

"Yuki," he says gently, stopping all movement on both ends. "Are you really okay?"

She doesn't mean to let any tears out because she really is okay, but the deep concern in Tamaki's voice breaks the dam. Tears fall from her eyes, her shirt dropping from her mouth, and her hands coming up to cover her face. She sits back, off to the side of Tamaki's torso as soon as she feels his manifested tentacles leave her. Tamaki wraps Yuki up in his arms in seconds where she sniffles and tries to get herself together.

"I-It was too much… wasn't it?" he says, against her head. "I'm sorry."

Yuki lifts her head and shakes it vigorously. "S'not your f-f-fault. I want it so bad, Tama. I want you so much it hurts." Why did I ever think I could do this?

Using his thumbs, Tamaki brushes away her tears as his heart breaks for her. "We can try a-another time, firefly."

Her bottom lip trembles. "I'm so sorry, Tamaki… I feel fine, I do… I don't know what happened." How do you love me when I can't enjoy this how I want?

"Don't apologize. Let's… Why don't we put on a movie and… and c-cuddle together?"

Nodding, Yuki stares at his chest where the aftermath of some of her kisses have appeared. "Can I go to the bathroom first?" I hate myself…

"Yeah. Do what you… what you need to do."

Tamaki's heart shatters to bits watching his girlfriend climb off the bed and trudge to his bathroom. She looks so broken and disappointed that he wants to follow her and start admitting everything he loves about her. He almost feels like her shutting the door is symbolic of her shutting away any chance of being intimate with him.

He hears it instantly. The quieted gasps for air, the shaky exhales… Tamaki is on his feet, almost tripping over himself to pull his shorts back on, and rushes to the door.

Pathetic.

Yuki's red and watery eyes go wide when the door opens behind her, Tamaki walking in with a look screaming his concern and worry.

Worthless.

Tamaki pulls her to his chest and hugs her so tightly that Yuki can't fathom getting out of his hold. No sound comes out of her mouth except for the sharp intakes of air, but Tamaki feels her tears running down his chest. He holds her closer.

Unloveable… Tainted…

"I love you," Tamaki whispers. "I always will… You're beautiful…"

Lies. You're broken.

"Perfect… Precious… You're everything I've ever wanted…"

More lies. How can someone want to be with you when you can't fuck them right?

"I love you so much, Yuki…" Tamaki feels tears well up in his eyes, feeling the darkness within her as her body shakes with her silent tears. "I'll never leave you… You're so… so loveable."

No, I'm not…

"My life is b-better with you in it."

Impossible. I only bring you disappointment.

"I don't… I don't care if we can't make it work. I just want you… with me. We're soulmates, r-right?"

Yuki looks at him, face contorted in sorrow as fresh tears roll down her splotchy cheeks. "H-How can you want someone like m-m-me? What if I k-keep-p you from h-having b-babies? You don't w-want that lif-fe."

"I want you. Only you. I don't… I don't need children… But I need you."

She shakes her head and forces herself out of his hold, taking steps away from him. You're holding him back from a real future.

"Yuki, no… Please. Don't… Don't leave." Tamaki reaches out for her, but knows she'll run if he moves closer. "Please talk to me."

"I can't do this to you, Tamaki," she says, voice eerily flat as her tears keep falling. "All I'm doing is-is hurting you." A step back. "You don't deserve it… You're too important to me for me to keep hurting you."

"No… You've never hurt me… This… You walking away from me," Tamaki has to control the waver in his voice at the thought of losing her, "that hurts.. Don't go, Yuki."

"I need to go…" She turns on her heel and rushes out of the bathroom, frantically grabbing her things after slipping on underwear.

Tamaki follows her, feeling fear that he'll never see her again. "Yuki, stop. Whatever… Whatever you're thinking that-that says we won't work through it… don't believe it." His heart wants to burst from his chest while simultaneously tearing in two, one half ready to follow her wherever she goes. "I… can't live without you."

She chokes on a sob and looks at him. "I'm sorry, Tamaki…"

"Please," he begs, letting his tears fall. "Yuki…"

"I love you," Yuki says one last time before running out of his room.

He feels his legs give out from under him the moment he hears his front door shut. There's a hole growing where his heart sits and the feeling is worse than any fight he's ever been in. How did a good night go wrong so fast? 

In the elevator, Yuki cries and puts on the pants she wore that day. She slips on her shoes next to make it easier to dart out of the apartment complex faster. She runs and she cries. The vibration from her phone catches her attention and she pulls it out to see Kirishima calling.

"K-Kiri," she cries into the phone.

"Please, come to my house, Yuki," he says. "Please."

The way Tamaki begged her to stay runs through her mind. "I fucked up."

"No, you didn't. Where are you? I'll come find you."

"I broke his heart, Eijiro… How can I live with myself after hurting the sweetest man I've ever known? I was never meant to have him… to have his love…"

"Go back to him, Yuki. Or at least let me help you. Where. Are. You?"

"Does it matter? I'm so caught up in my fucking miserable self to ever find a reason to push forward. I've been trash ever since Seto literally fucked his way back into my life!" She doesn't care about the couple watching her in shock. "Yet… Tamaki loved me through it all…"

"He still loves you."

"He shouldn't. I'm not good for him. All I'll ever do is hurt him time and time again. I'll never get to make love to him, have his babies… be a good wife… all because of Seto fucking Tanaka. I'm ruined and tainted… and nothing in this world." Yuki collapses where she is on the sidewalk, unbothered by the curious onlookers or the light sprinkle falling from the sky. "This is my life now, Kiri. I couldn't be a hero, I couldn't help my parents… I can't accept Tamaki's feelings because I'm worthless…"

"Yuki…" Even Yuki can hear the sadness in his voice. "C'mon, beautiful. Tell me where you are. It's starting to rain."

She rolls onto her back. "Do you think if I lie down in the rain long enough, it'll just wash me away, right into the ocean? I'll float away without a care in the world. I won't feel anything anymore."

"Don't talk like that. You would hate not feeling anything. You love to be happy… to be in love. You are who you are because you have emotions."

"You know… I love you, Kiri. I never deserved having someone like you in my life, either. Even when we almost had that one-night stand, you've treated me so nicely."

"It's easy to when you're so cute and kind."

Yuki hums and closes her eyes. "Do you think I'll meet you in another life?"

"Life will be pretty miserable if I never meet you again. A life without Yuki Osaki is a life I don't want."

"Hey, lady! Get off the ground!"

"What was that, Yuki? Are you lying on the sidewalk? You’ll get sick."

"I fell here. I don't want to move."

The rain falls harder.

"C'mon, Yuki. Get up and tell me where you are. I want to get you home safe."

She shrugs. "I like it here. The rain feels good."

Her phone alerts her that another call is coming in, so she looks and smiles a little.

"Tama's calling me. I miss him… but I don't want to pick up. I think I need to let him go to live a good life."

"He's probably looking for you like I am, baby. Let us find you."

She snorts. "Baby? You never call me baby."

"I'm worried about you."

Yuki laughs and then cries. "Kirishima… Why did it have to be me?"

"I don't know why fate picked you. I wish I knew."

“All I am is a burden to everyone around me."

"No, you're not, Yuki," Kirishima says in her ear. "You're the best damn thing to happen in my life. In Tamaki's life, everyone's." Kirishima’s voice is thick with tears. "We love you so much."

"Hey, you gonna be okay?" a stranger asks. "You don't look too good."

"I don't want to hurt anymore." Her voice is thick with emotion. "I've tried so hard to get over what he did to me, and it took less than a second for all that work to crumble."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Yuki," Kirishima says. "You have made amazing progress to move past this. A month ago, you never would have considered taking the next step with Tamaki."

"We didn't even have sex…"

"Shit, I'm out," the stranger says, walking away.

"So? I bet you went farther than you ever thought you would, and do you know why?"

"Because I'm desperate?"

"Because you trust Tamaki. He makes you feel safe and loved. I bet his love for you goes deeper than anyone else you know."

"How can he love me anymore? I ran away because I got scared of what's in my stupid fucking head."

"Tamaki will never stop loving you," he says softly. "You're everything to him. He always smiles at the mention of your name. I've caught him staring at your picture a thousand times when I walk into his office. There's no way in this universe, or any other universe, that his love for you will go away."

Yuki thinks she hears her name, but rolls over onto her side. "No one has that much love for someone."

"Well, don't you feel the same way about him? Didn't you say he's your soulmate? Soulmates are forever."

She's speechless. That is my name being called.

"If you really believe you and Tamaki are fated, don't run from him. He's all you've ever wanted in a man and you're his everything. Whatever happened today has no effect on his feelings for you."

"Yuki!" It's clearer, but still far away.

"Do you still love him?"

A tear rolls down her nose with the rain. "It hurts how much I love him, Kiri. It's why I have to leave. I'm holding him back."

"Have you thought to ask him if he feels that way?"

Her name sounds closer. A few bystanders seem to alert them to her. She doesn't care.

"How can he not?" A broken sob spills from her lips. "He hardly goes on missions for work because of me. He can't do what he wants to do because I can't survive without his presence. Everything about me keeps him from being the person he's meant to be."

"That's not true."

Yuki turns her head to find a soaking wet Tamaki bent over her with fear and concern in his watery gaze. "Kiri, Tama's here."

Kirishima can't help letting out a laugh in relief. "Thank God. Stay with him. I'll be at his place soon."

Her phone slips from her hand and she gazes up at Tamaki. "Am I dead?"

"No." He hesitates to brush her wet hair from her face. "You're alive. Unhurt. Why… Why are you lying on the sidewalk in the rain?"

"My heart hurt so bad that I fell. I want to stop the pain. I don't want to get up."

Tamaki sits on the curb next to her, fingers now brushing through her hair. "Can I take you home, Yuki? You'll get sick if you stay here…"

"I like it here. It doesn't hurt so much right now." Don't give up on me…

"I feel a lot of pain, too. I almost let it stop me from finding you." He sighs and takes her hand in his. "But I… I love you too much to let you go that easily."

"How can you still love me?"

"I just… I just do. Why won't you believe me?"

She gazes at him with a frown. "Because you're too perfect to be with me."

He scoffs. "I think you're wrong a-about that."

"No…"

Tamaki carefully lifts Yuki into his arms and holds her there like she's going to break if he lets go. "Yuki… you know you… you are the reason I've gotten more confident… right? That weekend when I stayed with you… I was so nervous to be near you. I thought you were so… so pretty and kind. I wanted you to like me… I did everything you wanted… and I liked it." He wipes away some raindrops from her cheek, even though they're covered immediately after. "I wanted to keep doing what you needed of me. Every time I did… you smiled at me like I was everything to you. Anytime I did something out of my-my comfort zone… you encouraged me to keep doing it. I don't shy away from much anymore and… you are why that is." His hands cup her face and he feels his eyes water. "Don't say you're holding me back because you're not. You're why I'm moving forward. I love you for that… I've never felt less than who I am because of you. You… You make me someone I want to be."

He still loves me… but how? Yuki's face scrunches up as emotions build up in her chest, the tightness making it hard to breathe. "I-I'm sorry…"

He simply pulls her into his chest and buries his face into her hair. "It's okay. Please… can I take you home?" The relief that fills him up when she nods against him while trembling brings him to his feet as soon as he gathers her scattered things. "Hold on tight… I don't want you to fall." And he starts walking.

In the rain, Tamaki holds his beloved close to his chest, not only to keep her warm as the air chills—a sign that autumn is coming—but to remind him that Yuki is there. He didn't lose her. And it will undoubtedly take a long time for Yuki to become stronger than what happened to her… but Tamaki is going to stay by her side and encourage her the same way she encouraged him. No matter how hard it might get, he's doing it for her. Because above all else, his love is for her.

#tamaki amajiki #Tamaki Amajiki x ofc #original female character #ofc #original character #oc #original male character #omc #mha #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #angst #fluff #mature #tamaki amajiki fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #eventual smut

[le4ftea]

So, uhh how would Tanjiro Inosuke and Genya act after having sex with their s/o for the first time? Would they be protective? Shy? Lovey-dovey? Thank you ^^

OWO HONEY. I'll tell you.

Demon Slayer Boys after being Intimate. G/N!Reader

Tanjirou

When he found out about you liking him back...

He was shaking with excitement, his hands shaking and his fingers going numb.

He was so happy that he felt that he could die and know that at least he had you.

But when you both had sex

He was very passionate and kind with each thrust, the world spinning with every deep pound into you.

After you both had lose your innocents to one another

He was shy and very gentle with you the next day, and felt as if he fell in love with you all over again.

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You softly hummed as you felt like the day had been washed in vanilla and cinnamon, the morning was somehow more lovely then before. Slowly rising up from the bed, you felt a bit of soreness in the lower half of your body.

Groaning quietly to yourself, you sat up.

A fuzzy bath robe wrapped around you yet slipped off your shoulders due to the fact it was a little bigger then usual.

Both of your bare shoulders shining with a pink blush.

Still half closed, you looked around the room almost drunkly.

Confused of why you were alone in the bed you passionately shared with the hero to all himself.

Tanjirou.

Without another minute of worry of his where abouts, the sliding doors open in a clumsy way.

A soft gasp leaving whomever it was, as the sound of dishes cling together.

"Oh oh no!" He whispered shouted as they struggled with the door and what seemed to be a tray.

You stumble onto your feet and quietly walk over to the man at the door, gently holding the door open for him to enter.

A soft smile on your face as you spoke to him, silky and smooth.

"Need help love?"

Tanjirou squaled and almost fell back from your sudden presence.

"D-Darling! Did I wake you?" Sounding worried about being to loud.

Giggling and shaking your head you replied with a 'no'.

Tanjirou had brought a tray of rice eggs and bacon that had sliced green onion and some yellow mashed potatoes that had some cheese inside, with some tea.(I wish I could eat this.)

A small blush on your face at the cute gesture.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek.

Turning to face you immediately, his face burning a bright red. Almost whimpering at you.

Both of you grabbed your chop sticks and started to eat while you asked why he brought the food himself.

He looked away as he scratched his cheek, a blush still visible.

"Well... I just felt bad that I went to rough on you last night, I got selfish near the end and gave into my needs and probably hurt you a bit. So I asked if I could take our food here today as an apology."

His mood at change the atmosphere in the room, his face also turned into a sad frown.

You gently crested his cheek drawing his attention to you.

"You didn't hurt me love, all you did is make me fall in love with you more."

His frown jumped into a smile as a small tears popped from his eyes.

He would never be able to let you go now.

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Inosuke

He was very obvious with his crush on you, yet you seemed to be denser then a brick.

When he start up told you he loved you.

You had no other choice but to know.

And when you both finally got intimate.

Holy Hell.

This man was going really hard and rough with you, gentle groaning as you screamed his name. It was like he had been waiting forever to pound you into the bed.

Like a beast breeding his mate.

The next day he was in a daze almost for a week.

Not speaking to anyone but only staying by your side with flowers dancing around him.

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Laying on his chest, you would occasionally snuggle into him. His arm underneath you holding you closer to him.

His other laying on his toned stomach.

You both stayed like this for a while till you had the feeling of hunger, stomach grumbling quite loud now.

You pushed yourself from his warm body and saw his state that you didn't notice before.

He seemed to be a melted puddle of happiness, his aura a heart warmed glow as he had finally had you.

A dopey grin on his face until he saw you about to leave, gripping your wrist he sat up too. Looking you in your eyes deeply.

"I'm going to get food Inosuke" you whined almost at the growing hunger.

He pouted and almost asked you to stay with his eyes alone, his body language begging for you to not leave him yet.

Sighing you stood up but helped him up too and hugged him.

"Just come with me, we can eat together." His aura rising back to a heart warming glow as you felt hims nod, grabbing his bore hat he placed it on and walked with you to find food.

Sitting outside together, munching on bean buns. Humming at the yummy flavors, you turned to look at Inosuke.

A soft smile on his mouth as he ate his bun, still happy as a puppy that got a treat.

You giggled and sat closer to him as you both enjoyed eachother presences.

The wamr spring breeze blowing soft smells of nature, it was a perfect morning with Inosuke.

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Genya

This man was so rough when it came to all but you. He just silently stays by your side and always make sure he gives you enough attention.

When he confessed to you, he was a stuttering mess which was quite out of character.

And when you both decided to have sex

O my God.

You would think he would go crazy

But when he put himself in.

He would slowly pound into you, with each thrust he would whisper how much you truly meant to him.

Telling you how long he waited to be connected with you.

And he made sure you had at least four orgasms.

So in the morning he was more prideful then ever and actually acted happy to others which made people scared for their lives.

He also marked you up quite a lot on your neck to make sure they all knew you both were together.

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"Ouch! G-Genya that hurts!"

You whined as Genya gently pressed each hickey that was a beautiful purple on your neck.

Small tears forming at your big loveable eyes.

The morning was bright and fresh as the two of you woke form your long night of love making, the both of you were hugging one another when you guys opened your eyes.

Genya quickly moved away from you and wore blush of crimson while yelling at you to not get the wrong idea.

Even though the two of you basically saw eachother naked.

You both chatted about how silly he was acting but Genya smirked when he saw your neck that looked like you came back from a fight.

Blushing at how many you had, he kissed each one with a cute smile on his rough face.

"You look so beautiful."

He made sure you did not hide any of his marks with your cloths and walked with you around the temple where all of the demon slayers stayed.

The others asked if you were okay since you looked like you were in a fight to the death.

You waved them off, saying it was nothing serious and they shouldn't worry to much.

As you drifted off to the reality of what gave you such mark in the first place.

Blushing and shaking the heat from your face, you saw in the corner of your eye.

Genya grinning like an idiot. But you found this quite charming.

Running to him after saying your goodbye to the others you were talking too

You hugged Genya and hid your face in his chest, a soft groan at the sudden impact.

He frantically tried to get you off him as you could tell he was blushing at your embrace, you laughed to yourself quietly as you heard his heart beating faster then anything in the world.

He was adorable in his own strong way.

#demon slayer x you #genya x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #tanjiro smut #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #tanjirou x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke fluff #tanjiro fluff #genya fluff #genya x you #genya smut #tanjirou smut #inosuke smut #demon slayer fluff

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk

characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto

thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing

Kentarō Kyōtani

kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was 

i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together

so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test

THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL

he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’

so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol

he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh

it was probably cold 

but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused

but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass

but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges

you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’

the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬┬﹏┬┬)

(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger) 

and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once

oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man 

just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-

that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less 

and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day

anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤

Kenma Kozume

pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them 

- ok, end of POV - 

anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk

mans was blushing though

bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear

kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak

so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi 

also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk 

but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk

like seriously..he was in pain

both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml

anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water

after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences

but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him

‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’ 

ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep

like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained 

but also- what does he do now? 

you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least

he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement 

also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)

Hajime Iwaizumi

literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol

he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home 

let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-

and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)

by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated 

but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl 

and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is 

while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’

either way, he takes good care of you 

he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao) 

he lets you change into more comfortable clothes

he ensures that you don’t die in the shower 

and he forces you to go to bed

but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses

his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave

 so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept

in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober

like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere 

and to say that he adores it would be an understatement 

so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Issei Matsukawa

ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication

so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy

emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks 

so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly 

and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner

and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol

the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh 

like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be 

so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode

he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics

he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’

anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances

and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’

smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)

Kōtarō Bokuto 

best for last 👌

ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)

so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol

once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’

SO OBLIVIOUS OML

anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping

but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him

but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺

so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional 

you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’  ╯︿╰

and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’

(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)

he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘) 

at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow 

he’s v overprotective though 

you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like 

‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h

other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day

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[familyfriendlyweed]

makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)

a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!

 Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.

the tweet read :

hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]

 it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.

 Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.

With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :

sounds great! <3

 for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.

 in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.

 a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :

hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)

 Y/n answered :

 thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33

 she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.

  ~~~~~time skip~~~~~

  Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?

 slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.  

 finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.

 Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.

 "hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.

"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.

"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.

"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.

"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.

"sounds great!"

Karl smiled and went to his computer :

"you ready? I'll start the stream now."

the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :

"ready."

Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.

"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.

"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"

from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.

"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"

"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"

"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.

"hey- don't expose me like that!"

"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"

all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.

"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."

"they're my sister's."

"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"

"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"

Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…

"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"

  a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :

the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.

"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.

'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.

"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"

Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :

"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."

he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :

"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."

Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened -  she looked really adorable.

"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.

Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:

"well then, come here."

Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.

"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.

the girl nodded :

"I don't mind."

he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.

"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.

at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.

laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.

a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3

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[fairestwriting]

Uhhh hello there! It's my first time requesting from your blog and can I have some Twst HCs for the Land of Pyroxene trio (Jack, Vil, and Cater) with a fem MC (their s/o or maybe mutual crush? Up to you dear 💕) who (of course) is very easily cold, like used to migraines when there's a strong wind because of sinus problems? I'd imagine lots of layers of clothing when coming with them to their hometown 😘💕 Thank you in advance! It's okay if you don't want to do it, just ignore this! 🔥

going with s/o for this one! i relate to this mc so much jgkflkd

Jack Howl

Your best bet for a boyfriend if you struggle with the cold, really. Jack won’t get your issues at all, he’s like a human (Wolf?) furnace who’s just built for withstanding low temperatures, but that’s part of why he’s so ideal for that situation.

In the name of his caring and protective streak, Jack will be the one keeping you warm through those awful winters you once suffered with so much. The second your health issues start acting up, he’s already at your door with good jackets and blankets to keep you warm, and a willingness to care for you if you get sick that he’s very open about.

And, of course, whenever you complain about being cold despite all the layering, he’ll be there to put his arms around you and share his own warmth too! Especially when you’re in Pyroxene, you’ll be walking around really close to each other, and it makes him blush thinking about how lovey dovey you look, but he can’t lie and say he hates it.

Vil Schoenheit

You know how fussy Vil gets, and you know he’s gonna act like that about this too, especially if you haven’t told him you can’t handle the cold too well. You’ll be halfway through the word migraine and he’s already scolding you as he tends to, going on about how you should have warned him about cold wind doing that to you, about how you should have layered up more before leaving your dorm.

He can deal with the cold decently well, so if the situation calls for it, he’ll lend you whatever jacket he’s wearing, though that may not be as helpful as both of you wish it was, his winter outfits are very much the ones of a person who’s used to the cold.

And obviously, he’ll be getting you some nice and warm winter clothes. He’d be doing that even if you didn’t have issues with the cold, but since you do, it becomes even more important in his mind. Before it even starts getting chilly, Vil decides you absolutely needed to go shopping for some jackets, and he’ll make sure you only have the best ones, that not only actually protect you from the weather but also look good while doing it.

Cater Diamond

At first, Cater’s a little oblivious to how bad it can be. Out of the trio, he’s the one who deals with cold the least well, but he’s still got some resistence to it, so in his mind he’s like, how bad can it be? Well, pretty bad, he comes to find out when you come into his room to hang out in a winter afternoon, but your head hurts so much you end up just laying down the whole time.

So he feels bad and tries to make up for it, of course! He’s still not very serious about it, but that’s just because his disposition is like that, he’ll be gladly lending you his jackets whenever you need them, even if it means he’ll be shivering for a bit.

He buys you whatever warm drinks you like best often! Especially when it’s cold. He still asks to take pictures with them, but the intention behind them is good. Takes you out to cafés with good heating and holds your hands to warm them up, smiling at you as you toast with your drinks.

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[nemilemy]

im back to request something!! this time w natsume n kuro instead, ALSO YOUR RECENT POST W LEO N TSUKASA WAS SO?;?&/£2) ANYWAYS COULD I ASK FOR QUALITY TIME W THEM like maybe making a potion w natsume n sewing w kuro, like you cannot convince me that they wouldn’t do cute things like that, i’m sorry i dont make the rules

Iagaogwiw your request always gets me so hard like great ideas you have in your head mind sharing? ✌️ And glad the Leo n Tsukasa post was got to you MUAHAHHAHA it's all part of the plan!!Also Natsume my love~~ (*´ω｀*)

“Natsume Sakasaki”

🔮. Honestly Natsume is such a total flirt around when having quality time with him i mean broski loves to see your blushing face like boy go ahead and flirt more to fill Producer's ego ✌️. When making potions with him he tends to drop some compliments here and there , maybe some snarky remarks too~

“Hold this for me Kitten.” Natsume told as he handed over a potion that had this weird stank ew (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.). You were going to ask what it was but Natsume looked to concentrated to disturb so you didn't. He could feel your gaze on him as he smirked.

“What? Am i really so good looking that you're staring at me?” he remarked as you blushed hard realising you were staring at him for so long.

“Say Natsume what's this potion about?” you asked as he smiled at you. “Why not see for yourself and drink it Kitten?” he told shocking you as his number 1 rule to you was not drink any of his potions why the change of heart now!? You eyed the potion as Natsume simply laughed wholeheartedly

“Im just kidding you weren't thinking of drinking now were you?” he teased making you blush even more! How cruel of him to tease you. He simply laughed it over as he came to your side.

“You know I can make a potion for you to actually have cat ears and tail for your nickname to actually be real.” he told as he brushed your hair off your face.

“What!? Really can you actually do that??” you questioned as he gave a smirk. “Absolutely what you want me to make it?” he asked as you simply nodded wanting to know how it feels to have cat ears and tails.

“Hm alright then but don't think I'll do all the work you have to help me too.” he winked as he held your hand. “Wow your hand sure is really cold because of that potion.” he teased taking the potion from your hand as he pulled you closer to him by your hip.

“Let's work on our potion now shall we?”

“Kuro Kiryu”

🍁. With Kuro making clothes is so easy~! He helped you alot when you try to sew and gave tons of tips. Best tutor and boyfriend ever~! He enjoys. The quality time with you because you're his s/o also you're just the light that gives him the motivation to do anything. When the time is dark for him you light up his world as if a star shining and guiding him with your light. Maybe that's why he sometimes give Trickstar special treatment~

“(Name) that's not how you do it here let me show you.” he told as he guided your hands with his hands , cheeks side by side as the both of you enjoy it. You thanked Kuro for teaching you as he just smiled softly at you.

“It was no problem teaching you.” he said as he brushed your hair off of you face to see your face clearer. The both of you are lovey dovey couples that make single people jealous like why can't they have a relationship like this! Right now the both of you are in the dojo because there was nothing to do.

“Time sure does fly alot when spending time with you not that I'm complaining.” you told as you saw the clock reach 2. “Heh you learn real quick.” He remarked as you smiled at him

“That's because you're the best teacher ofc~!” the both of you laughed as you continued sewing with the help of Kuro.

“Be ca- and you injured yourself...” he murmured as he quickly took a bandage out of his pocket and put it on your finger.

“Be careful next time you don't wanna get injured again.” he told quickly kissing your forehead as he asked you “Do you maybe want to make matching outfits with me later?”

You nodded in agreement excited for making clothes with him. When the both of you have your quality time with each other it's like it's only the two of you in this world.

“Well then let's finish making this fast and make our matching outfits.” he smiled at you softly as he lended his hand to you.

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I hope you enjoyed this and for the other requests please hold on I'm trying to get to everyone sigsiavhs

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[classyklancey]

White Magnolia

Pairing: Keith Kogane x Lance McClain Genre: fluff (pining idiots) Warnings: Keith is so in love it’s gross Summary: Lance convinces Keith to go on a road trip with him to California. Keith struggles to hide his pining Word Count: 3.5k words A/N: this was supposed to be posted for Lance’s birthday but oh well-

Keith doesn’t know why he decided to indulge Lance in such a crazy fantasy. One minute Lance is just rambling about what he misses about Cuba and the next, Lance is driving them both from Texas to California in his blue Tacoma. Keith really can’t find it in him to complain though with the way the sun is shining on Lance’s beautiful bronze skin and the wind is blowing through his brown, curly locks.

What Keith can complain about though is Lance’s terrible taste in music. For some reason, Lance’s road trip playlist—which is mysteriously called ‘Not a thing to do, but talk to you. WE'RE ALL ALRIGHT! WE'RE ALL ALRIGHT! HELLO WISCONSIN!’ and no matter how much Keith asks, Lance refuses to tell him why it’s called that—is mostly consisted of 90s songs. Being the pining idiot that he is though, Keith can’t find it in him to do any more than light teasing in Lance’s direction as he screeches all the lyrics at the top of his lungs.

One song does however catch Keith’s attention, especially since Lance immediately tries to skip it. “What was that?” Keith asks, smashing his pointer finger against the back button on the radio to bring it back to the song that Lance is currently blushing over.

“Nothing! Stop hitting the back button!” Lance screeches as he keeps trying to skip it only for Keith to hit the back button. They do this three or four times before Lance reaches his right hand over to smack and hit Keith. Keith grunts with every hit that Lance lands, not even noticing that the song he’s been trying to skip is finally playing.

When I first saw you, I saw love And the first time you touched me, I felt love And after all this time You're still the one I love, mmm, yeah-yeah

Keith starts to blush along with Lance, his hand smacking Lance’s away and finally bringing the brunette’s attention back to the song playing. Lance hurriedly skips it and looks at Keith out of the corner of his eye, but Keith pretends not to see as he looks out the window. Keith just assumes that Lance is embarrassed for having such a lovey-dovey song playing with Keith here, but Keith can’t help but feel that this is their song.

Keith is a stupid man who has been stupidly in love with someone who will never return his feelings for as long as they’ve known each other. Keith instantly took a liking to Lance despite having never even had a conversation together. Keith had always admired that Lance was so outspoken and friendly with everyone he met.

Well, except for Keith.

No, you see, Lance had somehow decided that Keith was his rival and that Lance would take him down. First, it was little things, like Lance trying to do better than him on quizzes and he’d brag each and every time he’d even get one single point more than Keith. That was annoying but it wasn’t too bad, Keith could handle that. It slowly began to escalate though over time until it turned to them yelling in each other’s faces and having to be pulled away from one another before it got physical. All that ended up doing was causing Keith to shut him out and pretend he didn’t even exist despite the fact that he could barely keep his eyes off of the blue-eyed Cuban. They ended up getting into the same friend group though since Hunk is friends with Lance, Keith is friends with Pidge, and Hunk and Pidge are friends with each other. It didn’t take them long to bring Keith and Lance together, even though it did take a long, long time. The duo eventually started to see each other as friends and became as thick as thieves.

Keith always craved for more though.

Keith is knocked out of his reminiscing when Lance curses because he missed a turn, his frown instantly becoming a smile when one of his favorite songs comes on. Lance goes back to screaming the words which causes Keith’s grey eyes to roll towards the back of his head. Despite his supposed annoyance, his heart is doing tricks in his chest whenever Lance grows focused on driving, which causes his screeching to become light, melodic singing.

Keith is starting to believe that this is what heaven would be like.

Keith’s eyes focus on Lance’s right hand that rests on the gear shift, his fingers tapping along to whatever annoying song he is playing. Keith suddenly has the urge to reach out and tangle their fingers together, to compare who’s hand is bigger and how their skin tones contrast beautifully.

This all repeats for a while, along with occasional chatter, for about eight hours before Lance grows too tired to drive on anymore. They have about twelve more hours to drive and Keith offers to drive while Lance sleeps, but Lance has an odd reaction. He claims he doesn’t trust Keith to drive ‘his baby’ but something Lance doesn’t know is that Keith has become a bit of a Lance expert. If they’re getting food and Lance says he doesn’t want any, what he really is saying is he doesn’t want to make Keith pay since he forgot his wallet. If Lance seems off and says he’s fine when Keith asks about it, what he really means is that he’s not okay but he wants to appear strong in front of everyone.

So, when Lance says he doesn’t trust Keith to drive his car, what he’s really saying is that he wants them to enjoy the ride there together. ‘It’s called a road trip for a reason, Keith.’ Keith doesn’t fight him on it and offers that they get some food before spending the night in a motel.

After getting some extremely greasy fast food and talking until really late, they finally head into their crappy and very worrisome motel. They both stop in the doorway when they find that there’s only one bed, making both of them stare at it in silence.

“I can sle—”

“I don’t mind tak—”

They both go quiet again when they both talk at the same time, both of their bodies turned slightly away from each other. Lance sighs and places his bag onto a small table by the door, starting to unzip it to pull out all his nightly routine items. “Look, why don’t we just share the bed? The floor is absolutely disgusting and I’m afraid one of us would catch something if we even tried sitting on it,” Lance says as he pulls everything out and begins heading for the bathroom. He makes a face when he walks inside of it before turning to smile at Keith and shooting him his signature wink.

Keith sighs and sets his bag on the chair by the table, deciding that he really didn’t want to sleep on the gross floor nor did he want to make Lance do it. Lance would probably complain about it through the entire night and all of his life if he ended up sleeping there anyway. Keith changes into his pajamas right there seeing as how Lance has seen Keith shirtless many times. Not that he ever seems to notice Keith’s shirtlessness…

The same doesn’t go for Keith though. Oh, no no. Keith has become the master at staring at Lance without getting caught. Well, sometimes he does and each time he’s caught, his face erupts in color. Lance always just assumes it’s from their recent workout or being out in the sun too long. Keith thanks God every day for Lance’s obliviousness despite the fact that he’s not religious. Keith catches himself staring at Lance more than the Cuban man does. He can’t help himself though. Lance has the looks of a god, what with his smooth, caramel skin, thick, curly hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, perfectly straight, white teeth, and the list goes on. Keith’s pretty sure he could write a whole book—no, a trilogy—on Lance’s perfect body. The thing Keith hates the most about his stupid crush though is that it’s not just his body that he likes. No, that would make Keith’s life easier and he’s pretty sure that the universe is out to spite him. No, Keith has to like all of Lance. His bad puns, his stupid finger guns, his cheesy pick-up lines, his corny sense of humor, his everything. Keith wants all of him more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life.

“Alright, bathroom’s yours!” Lance calls as he walks back over to his bag, smiling when he sees that Keith is wearing the pajama set that Lance had gotten him for Christmas one year. “No way!” Lance shouts in glee before rushing to his bag to pull out his matching pair. Keith sighs down at his red pajamas before looking at Lance’s blue pajamas.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he grumbles as he walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

“I’m not doing anything!” Lance huffs as he starts pulling on his own pjs. Once they are all ready for bed, they stand at the foot of it in another silence.

“So, uh, what side of the bed do you want?” Lance mumbles. Keith shrugs, not really caring either way what side he gets. “Cool, can I get the left side then?” he continues, already moving onto that side of the bed before Keith can even reply. Keith huffs a laugh through his nose before crawling onto the right side. Both of them lay on top of the covers, too scared of what lies beneath the covers to let their skin touch it. Good thing Arizona is such a warm state cause Keith would think he’d freeze otherwise. Guess it also helps that their AC unit doesn’t work anyway.

Unlike Lance, Keith has always been an early riser, so he’s not surprised when he wakes up before the brunette. What he is surprised to find though is that Lance is laying on his chest softly snoring away. Keith’s arms are wrapped around Lance’s torso and he can’t help but to squeeze him a little tighter, hoping that this isn’t a dream. Keith then finds that the still snoozing dork is sweating buckets, if Lance’s semi-damp clothes are anything to go by. Keith’s nose wrinkles at how gross they are but, of course, Keith’s poor weak heart starts beating faster at the fact that they’re cuddling.

And maybe Keith’s wildly beating heart is what causes Lance to stir and to slowly blink his eyes open. He’s letting out a yawn and beginning to stretch before halting in the middle of it, his eyes growing as wide as plates. He suddenly jerks away from Keith, doing so in such a harsh way that it causes him to tumble to the floor with a scream. Keith laughs and sits up, crawling over to Lance’s side of the bed to look over the edge at him. He finds Lance frowning and glaring up at the amused look on Keith’s face.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbles up at Keith, his frown turning into a pout as he sits up. Keith helps Lance up before offering Lance the bathroom first. Lance’s face warms as he stares at where he was once laying, Keith’s brow-raising up at him as he just stands there gawking. He then clears his throat and forces out a bad joke before scurrying to the bathroom.

They both take turns showering and while Lance is taking his, Keith lets his mind wander while he lays on the stiff bed. Keith’s stupid heart makes his stupid brain wonder what it would be like to wake up beside Lance every day, seeing the dried drool on the corner of his mouth and witnessing his sleepy blue eyes come to life the moment they see Keith.

Keith snaps out of his daydream when the bathroom door swings open and reveals a glistening Lance emerging with rolls of steam curling around his body. Keith recognizes the hypnotizing smell of Lance’s vanilla shampoo all the way from the bed, making his heart flutter with the familiar scent.

After Keith takes a brisk shower, they are on the road again. They stop to get breakfast at a diner before leaving the town that they stopped in. It isn’t until they’re in California that they stop again, this time pulling over onto the side of the road. Keith is about to ask why Lance is pulling over when Lance leans against the car and just looks out in front of him. Keith finally takes his eyes off of Lance to look at what Lance has stopped to admire.

When he turns his head, he sees just what Lance is marveling at. Before them are dozens of white magnolia trees that Keith begins marveling at right along with Lance. Keith slowly gets out of the car and leans against it beside Lance, his eyes finding the side of Lance’s face every few seconds. Keith’s eyes widen when Lance suddenly grabs his hand and begins tugging him towards the trees. “Lance! What are you doing? What about the truck?” Keith hollers. Lance just laughs and continues dragging him along without a care in the world, smiling when they reach the sweet-smelling trees.

Lance starts to hum a song as they weave their way between all of the trees, Keith’s heart threatening to beat out of his chest with the way the wind is blowing some of the petals and flowers off of the tree and onto Lance’s hair. They spend quite some time there, their hands still clasped together as they wander around. Keith and Lance end up racing from one tree to another and arguing about who clearly won. Once they settle on that it’s a draw (even though it most definitely wasn’t, Lance), they sit down beneath one of the larger trees to escape the unforgiving sun. They lean against each other and talk about any and everything, Keith’s heart threatening to pop out of his chest when Lance keeps mindlessly playing with Keith’s hands. Lance stops telling a story of something that happened last summer mid-sentence when a whole magnolia flower lands in his lap.

“These are edible, you know,” he says as he picks it up, studying it like it’s one of the greatest wonders of the world.

“What?” Keith asks, not being sure if he should trust Lance or not. This could be revenge when Keith told him that a flower he found on their weekly hike was good and tasted like cinnamon. Lance had been suspicious but ended up going for it anyway and immediately regretting it. Lance just about strangled Keith but Keith had laughed so hard that tears were falling down his face. It made Lance’s job of strangling Keith easier though since his body was so weak from laughter.

“Yeah. They’re actually pretty good. They have a mild ginger taste,” he explains. Before Keith can tell him to prove it, he’s already taking a bite. Keith watches with wide eyes as he chews and swallows, a soft smile coming to his face. Either it’s actually good or Lance is an amazing actor. He offers the flower to Keith and Keith decides to go for it just as Lance went for it when their situation was reversed. Keith found that he was, in fact, not lying.

When Lance finally decides they can leave, Keith stops him with a soft smile. He reaches up, tugs one of the flowers from the tree, and then faces Lance, finding his perfectly waxed brows furrowed together. Keith’s smile grows more as he tucks the flower behind Lance’s ear, causing the Cuban’s face to erupt with color.

Keith has changed his mind. This is what heaven must be like.

Lance finally lets Keith choose some music to play once they continue driving, his hand always coming up to tuck the flower back down behind his ear whenever the wind threatens to blow it away. When Keith plays some of his music though, of course Lance complains about the songs. Keith can tell he doesn’t have any malice behind his words though.

“Do you listen to anything that isn’t loud and dizzying, Mullet?” Lance jabs, turning to look at him with a crooked smile when they come to a stop at a light. Keith scoffs and turns his gaze away from the many shops lining the street to face Lance.

“Do you listen to anything that isn’t repetitive and annoying?” he fires right back with his usual smirk. Lance scoffs just like Keith did before turning his eyes back onto the road, his fingers going back to tapping on the gear shift, which brings Keith’s gaze back to his hand.

When they finally reach their destination in California, the sun is slowly starting to sink towards the horizon. Lance rushes out of the truck stop that they had decided to stop at when he notices it. “Mullet! C’mon! Hurry up! We are going to miss it!” Keith can’t really take him seriously when he’s wearing dollar sign shades that he bought in the gift shop. He’s sure he looks just as ridiculous with his alien eyes shades.

“Miss what?” he asks as he follows Lance at a much slower pace to his truck. Lance doesn’t reply though. Instead, he rips them out of the parking lot before Keith even has his door shut, making Keith screech and holler at him to slow down despite his laughter. He realizes why Lance was in such a big hurry when Lance parks and then flies out of his truck. Keith follows Lance down to the beach, a soft ‘wow’ leaving him when he sees the pretty blue water reflecting the sun that has just touched the horizon. Lance doesn’t seem to think Keith is going fast enough though, seeing as how he snatches his hand up and once again starts dragging him towards the coastline.

When Lance’s bare feet touch the water—wait, when did he take off his shoes?—the biggest smile that Keith has ever seen spreads across Lance’s face. Hunk wasn’t kidding when he told Keith that Lance belongs in the water. Keith smiles and gives his hand a squeeze before turning to look at the setting sun, not even caring that his boots are getting wet right now.

When the sun is gone behind the ocean’s waves, Keith notices they are facing each other with their hands tightly grasped together. Keith isn’t sure how they got into this position but what he is sure of though is that he’s never wanted to kiss Lance more than in this very moment.

“Keith…” Lance suddenly interrupts the peacefulness with a whisper, his eyelids seeming to grow heavy the longer he stares at Keith. Keith is momentarily shocked into silence when Lance uses his name instead of ‘Mullet’ but quickly recovers when he notices Lance slowly getting closer to him.

“Yes?” he whispers back, his voice refusing to get any louder in fear of shattering the dream-like state that they’ve created within the last few minutes.

Instead of verbally replying, Lance leans forward until their noses bump together and their breaths begin to mingle. Keith can taste the spearmint gum that Lance got from the pitstop on his breath, the smell becoming Keith’s favorite scent, second to Lance’s vanilla shampoo. Keith’s heart halts in his chest before going into overdrive when their lips finally touch, Keith’s breath stuttering. As their lips move against each other’s, Keith vaguely listens to the sound of the waves crashing and the seagulls squawking.  

Keith is once again corrected. This is what heaven would be like.

Keith is knocked out of their blissful kiss when a bigger wave suddenly washes over their feet, causing water to spill down into his boots. He pulls away with an aggravated grunt, looking down at the saltwater that is now brimming his shoes. “Lance,” Keith growls despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily Lance’s fault. Their dumb banter comes more naturally for them than anything else.

“What?” Lance crows with a look of indignation on his face, his arms letting Keith’s cheeks go to cross his arms over his chest. They fall into the usual repartee despite the fact that now their arms are wrapped tight around the other and refuse to let go. Well, that is until Keith goes ‘too far’ and makes Lance splash him with water. Keith glares at Lance like a murderous wet cat, his claws and fangs starting to show. Lance lets out a squeak before taking off down the coastline, his laughter deafening the sound of the waves that still lap at their feet.

Keith catches up to Lance with ease, seeing as how the tanned man isn’t actually trying to outrun his new lover. Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s waist and snatches him back, making Lance’s laughter cut off with a squeal. Keith spins him around which just ends up bringing Lance’s melodic laughter back.

Keith sets him back down and Lance immediately spins around to face Keith, setting their foreheads together. “We should go on another trip soon, Samurai,” he whispers before connecting their lips for another kiss.

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⤑  series: plot twist

⤑ pairing: rapper!namjoon x rich girl!reader

⤑ genre: let’s just call it angst, lmao.

⤑ rating: PG13

⤑ word count: 6.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: there aren’t any... 

⤑ chapter song: lonely eyes - lauv.

⤑ A/N: hiii! don’t have a lot to say expect thank you so much for everyone who’s enjoying this story!! this part came out later in the day than i planned, but thank you soo much for being patient!! hope you like it nd of course ., let me know what you think x

APRIL 24TH, 2020 | 22:47

Namjoon spots you first. Through the crowd of smartly dressed mid-twenty-year-olds. The dress you wear hugs the subtle curves of your body nicely, very obviously outlining your figure. He pretends not to notice, but it's hard to ignore the look on your face when you laugh. Head tilted back, features contorting as you lean on the man beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, a bit low if anyone cared to ask.

His breath catches when you're turning to face in his direction as if you've sensed his arrival. A pretty smile breaks onto your features as you lift your hand up to wave, and he can't help but think you had been waiting for him to show up. Obviously.

The man beside you nods, accepting the kiss you showily place on his cheek. Grinning wide up at him before you're turning to make your way over. It's subconscious, the way he shifts to straighten himself beside his friends. Letting his mind wonder what you'd compliment him about first. Probably a lame joke about his glasses, or maybe you'd annoyingly poke at his dimples.

He doesn't miss the switch in your hips as you approach, drink seemingly appearing in your hand as a waiter passes. You really did have everything handed to you. Your smile only grows as you get closer and just as he's fixing himself to derail one of your blatant flirting attempts, you're being engulfed in Yoongi's embrace.

Bent backward as he hugs you, laughing loudly and your drink sloshes. Falling in dark droplets on to the carefully polished floor. As soon as you stood straight up again, you're setting your sights on the other three people stood in front of you. Brow arching as your gaze zeros in on Taehyung. 

Outstretching your hand to set your drink in his palm, a sly smile spreads across your carefully glossed lips. “You're cute,” The remark is quick, thoughtless. But it still has Joon's stomach flipping, it only gets worse when while watching a flustered Taehyung fumble through a 'thanks'.

“Yn. This is Taehyung and that's Jimin,” Yoongi is pointing either of them out, all while moving to stand beside Taehyung an arm slung over his shoulder. Both of them are granted a short wave before you're turning your attention to Namjoon. Seemingly for the first time tonight.

His face is quickly shifting in a glare, hastily trying to cover up the fact that he had been watching you since you had walked over. Lips shifting into that flirty smirk of yours the moment your eyes lock, moving toward him with this bone-chilling slowness. “Hi, Joonie.” An instant shiver runs down his spine following the sweet tone of your voice.

The tips of your long fingers curl around the skinny fabric of his tie, tugging him down to eye level. “You look especially appetizing in your stuffy little monkey suit,” So close that your noses are barely touching, he can see the subtle sparkle detail in your eye shadow, fading into the sharp line of eyeliner. Lashes looking much longer than he remembers, probably stuck some on like he's seen some girls do from time to time. 

You smell nice too. Sweet. Like vanilla, but there's a bit of tang from the alcohol you've been sipping. “What, Joon? Aren't you gonna repay the compliment?” Brows furrowing slightly, lip jutting out to create a pout. You're leaning back, taking in the flustered look on his face.

“Don't you think I look good in my dress?” His eyes are huge, stammering for a response. There's a cute blush rising on his cheeks, paired with the pop of one of his deep dimples. “Oh!” Giggling, the tip of your finger pokes at the indent causing his cheeks to darken. He was so cute.

Jimin is quickly coming to his rescue, an arm looping around yours and pulling the two of you apart. “Alright, alright. Down, temptress. Let our poor Joonie collect his bearings. I think it's time you introduce me to some cute boys,” The last bit of his sentence is emphasized, thrown over his shoulder to the two boys cooing back and forth.

He's pulling you away, leaving no room for argument. Quickly falling into his rapid chatter about his plans for tonight of getting drunk and hooking up. Maybe even meet up with someone that'll make him swoon, so like the perfect little wing woman, you're walking him right to the man of the hour.

Jungkook is sat in the middle of a long leather couch, arms outstretched over the back of it. Jin and Hoseok are sat on either side of him, both with scarcely clothed girls perched on their laps. You've seen the girl with Jin many times before a model of some sort who feeds on the undivided attention from Mister Kim Seokjin.

The girl with Hoseok is different, though. They always were. A pretty girl with hair dyed red a pointed nose and dark painted lips. Her body shakes as she giggles, twirling a piece of hair around her manicured finger. She gives an obvious wiggle of her hips and Hobi eats it up, pulling her closer to him by her hips.

“Jhope and Jin? They're both cute, Yn. But I'm not exactly sure I'm their type.” Jimin is making a board gesture toward the two of them and you're quick to roll your eyes, tilting your head to look over at him. “Duh. Not them. Jungkook,”

You watch as his gaze shifts to the middle, landing on Jungkook. Who looks extremely handsome with his drink in his hand and a smile on his face. “That's Jeon Jungkook... you're going to hook me up with Jeon Jungkook?” 

If you had been any closer, you'd be sure he heard you with the way his head snaps up in your direction. Wide eyes focusing on the guy hanging off your arm. He's quick to stand as you approach, rattling the two men on his side. So wrapped up in their girls, they don't even notice his little outburst.

“Jungkookie, this is Jimin. His friends ditched him, isn't that so sad?” Pausing to show off your signature pout, paired with gently nudging Jimin forward. “Do you think you could entertain him for a bit?” 

Jungkook is nodding almost instantly, “Y-yeah. I can do that,”

“Great!” With a quick pat on Jimin's shoulder and a wide smile sent up to your friend, you're quickly turning to leave the two of them alone. Making a quick beeline straight to the bar.

APRIL 24TH, 2020 | 22:59

Namjoon watches you walk away. Every dip and sway of your hips until you're disappearing out of sight. And even then he can't tear his eyes from that direction. 

You've invaded his space countless times before, he was beginning to wonder if you even knew what personal space was. But this time was different. This time had a stronger hammering rising in his chest, this incessant urge to revel in the fact that you're so close rather than push you away.

He nearly lost it when you laughed, breath brushing against his lips. Nearly lost his mind at the sound, although he's sure his mind was already gone. Blame it on the alcohol he intended to drink tonight, must've got a head start in his system. There's no other explanation for why he's feeling this way.

Yoongi lets out a snort, moving to stand in front of his friend, cutting off his view just as you're reaching the rest of your friends. He's got this shit-eating grin on his face, hands set on his hips. “You like her, huh?” He's not sure if it's the teasing tone in his friend's voice or the knowing look on his face, but Joon is filled with annoyance.

“Even if it's just a little bit,” He rushes, lifting his hands up in defense.

Namjoon is instantly rolling his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as he arches a brow down at his friend. “What are you even talking about?” Because there was no way he could be talking about what he thought. Suggesting that he might see you differently than he's seen you after all this time. That was insane.

“Come on, we all see how you get when we talk about her. And the way you look at her?” Taehyung is quickly jumping to his lover's side, dropping an arm around Joon's shoulder. His face shifting into a mock lovey-dovey expression, before he's bursting into a fit of giggles.

Joon is quick to shrug his arm off of him, pushing him away slightly. “I look at her like she's annoying the shit out of me,” They're both laughing this time, loud and obnoxious. Catching the attention of a few people nearby. 

Wheezing breaths leave their lips, chest heaving as their laughs calm down. “Yeah, okay,” Yoongi speaks through fainting laughter, straightening his back while shoving his fingers through his hair. He shares a silent look with Taehyung before he's shifting his gaze back on to Joon.

“Don't you think she looks cute in magenta?” Yoongi grins, the words barely leaving his mouth before Namjoon is speaking up. Almost automatically. “It's baby pink, actually. She wears it because she thinks it makes her nose look smaller,”

His response has the both of them breaking into fits of laughter again, hunching forward as their backs shake. “And how do you know that!?” Taehyung is managing through his laughs, only causing Joon's cheeks to flush pink.

Why did he know that? No doubt something you uttered to him mindlessly while the two of you were alone, but why did he remember? And why was it the first thing he noticed the moment you were making your way over to him? With another roll of his eyes, he's brushing past his friends with a mumble of going to meet up with some people.

“I'll go get us drinks, baby. Wait here,” Yoongi says with a short laugh, setting his hand on Taehyung's shoulder before he's turning around, walking in the direction of the bar.

APRIL 24TH, 2020 | 23:19

Joon was so cute. You couldn't wrap your head around exactly what it was about him that made it so hard to not think of him, but it was like every free moment you had was filled with thoughts of him. He was so closed off and distant when it came to you, the dramatic show of annoyance he'd put on whenever you'd get close.

Yet, he wasn't as ambiguous as he liked to let on. You saw the little peaks in characters he'd have when the two of you were together. The lingering stare he'd give you while you'd look over his work or the spouts of jealously when you weren't given him your undivided attention.

Not sure exactly what it was Joon felt for you, but there had to be something there. He wanted you in some type of way and what were you supposed to do? Ignore it? Go to work every day and see him and just what?.. Do your job? 

That was what was expected of you. Getting your job done. Every single day. No more fucking up, no more fucking around. Just doing everything the exact way it should be done. Or else...

“Do you want me to get you a drink?” Yoongi's voice sounds from behind you, breaking through the raging thoughts clouding your mind. He shoots a large grin in your direction, lifting his body onto the stool beside you.

Tipping back your glass, you're sucking back the last bits of drink you had left. Face souring from the bitter taste. “It's fine. I'll get you one,” You're lifting your hand to flag the bartender over. “Each glass is at least sixty dollars,” The tip of your manicured nail taps the menu where the prices are listed.

His eyes go wide. “Why!?”

“We're celebrating!” A laugh falls from your lips at his surprise. In a room full of filthy rich artists and their even richer team, of course, the drinks would be expensive. Dropping a hundred or two was equivalent to shopping at the dollar store among the lot of you. “I'll just open a tab, you and your friends can get whatever. On me.”

Chasing your words with your drink order to the bartender, Yoongi does the same after you. Swiveling around in his chair to check out the crowd of party-goers quickly filling up the room. His eyes catch the man stood a few feet away from you, leaning over the back of a chair. 

Dark eyes squinted behind his thing rimmed glasses, glaring in your direction. One hand shoved in his pocket, the other holding a drink. It's obvious that he's watching every one of your movements, more than likely trying to read your lips. Yoongi is quick to avert his gaze, turning his attention back on to you.

“Is that your boyfriend?” He's subtle with the way he points him out, tipping his head in the direction of where he stood. You're not as discreet, whipping your body around to see where he's pointing. And then full-on lifting your hand to wave over at him.

Pure shock takes over his features, cheeks darkening as he waves back. Obviously caught in his staring. “One of them. Have you heard of him? His soundcloud name is IM,” Your drinks are brought out at that moment, set down on a pair of coasters.

“Wait. You're dating a soundcloud rapper?” You're familiar with the stigma and preconceived notions that come with soundcloud rappers and while most of them were true, Changkyun was different. Not only was he talented, but he was sweet, generous and he cared a lot.

About you especially. “Stop it. He's sweet. And he's a lot better than you'd think.” You're gearing up to further defend your man, but Yoongi is quick to lift his hand, shaking his head slightly at your protest.

“No, I mean. You literally own this place. Why don't you just sign him?” Pfft. Like you haven't thought of that before. “He says he wants to do it himself...” You're lifting your glass to your lips, taking a few sour sips before setting it back down. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

He's instantly engulfed in the sweet smell of you, cool breath tickling his flaming ears. “But sometimes, I think it's because of me.” Yoongi's getting a good look at your face when you're pulling back, the flash of sadness hidden deep in your eyes. It's gone before he can place it, masked with their normal pretty sparkle.

“What do you mean?”

Your fingers push through your hair as you lean back, letting a soft sigh fall past your lips. “I'm not dumb. I know how a lot of people view me and how it affects the company. If he were to sign and be dating me, it wouldn't be good for him.” The two of you never fully talked about it, but it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

“You sound like you've thought about this before,” He's taking his first sip of whiskey, corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile. Obviously impressed by the taste. You're nodding at his words, gaze shifting from him over to where Changkyun had been standing before. “I used to feel really bad about it. I mean... I still do, I just...”

What were you supposed to do? It's not like he's ever even said that was the real reason behind his reluctance, so how were you supposed to know? “Why don't you change then? Actually, clean up your act and be serious.” He sounds exactly like Hoseok and your father.

“I don't want to,” It's like you're constantly being surrounded by people telling you what to do. “Why not?” Truthfully, you didn't know yourself. If you were to start listening and following the rules, what's the worse that could happen? There was just this insistent tug in the other direction, clutching to the bit of control that you had.

You don't get a chance to answer, though. Changkyun is walking straight up to you. An arm circling around your waist and stare closing in on Yoongi. He's shooting him one hard glare that has him instinctively backing away. Gaze shifting back onto you, he's hitting you with one of his sweet smiles. “Come sit, baby. Kookie is about to go up and talk,”

Allowing him to help you from your stool, you're sending a wave over your shoulder as he leads you toward the couches where you had first left Jungkook and Jimin. Only now, Jimin was sat by himself – Jungkook making his way up toward the speakers. Namjoon and Taehyung have found their way over, sat with Hoseok and Jin.

Changkyun is slouching onto the couch, pulling your body down onto his lap. With your legs on either side of his thigh and his arm secured around your waist. His chin finds home on your shoulder, lips placing soft kisses to your cheek.

You can feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the side of your face, but you can't be bothered to look as Jungkook reaches to click the button, releasing his new single. Cheers instantly wash over the crowd as purchases of the song begin to flood in, the number of plays following.

With a large grin, Jungkook's moving to the mic to speak.

APRIL 25TH, 2020 | 00:12

Conversation bubbles between the lot of you. Mainly centered around Jungkook and his mixtape and it's projected success. Changkyun laughs along with everyone else, with both of his arms secured around your waist. Joon has moved from his spot beside you, disappearing somewhere within the crowd.

He had watched every one of you and Changkyun's movements, trying to hide his staring with large gulps of his beer. It wasn't annoyed glares that he had been shooting your way, those were obvious and really easy to read. But the way he was looking at you now, was something you hadn't seen before.

Something you couldn't easily place.

No time is given for you to decipher it because he's standing from his spot with a quick mumble to Yoongi about his whereabouts. And since he's walked away you can't seem to focus on the conversation happening around you. Can't help but wonder what he's up to and if he was having a good time.

And all at once, you're being hit with this urge to get something to drink. With a few taps to Changchun's arms, you're wiggling from his grip. Bending at your waist, you're planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I'll be right back, baby.” 

You're heading straight to the bar, at least that's what you tell yourself when you're walking away from your friends. But you find yourself looking through the heads of the crowd for those familiar pair of glasses and deeply dimpled cheeks. Through your search, you find yourself in the record room.

Hidden from the rest of the building, a room filled with the highest-ranking records to ever come from this place. All hanging in glass frames, disks shiny gold, and the artists' names etched into the frame. Plush red carpet covering the floors, so soft you don't hear the footsteps approaching.

Not until you're feeling the brush against your shoulder, his tall presence makes you feel smaller, but at the same time secure beside him. Instantly. It's an odd feeling that you're not quite used to. “Hey.” For some reason your voice is caught, the only thing you can muster is a smile and a simple nod of your head.

“Why are you here away from anyone else?” You're not used to Namjoon actively trying to keep up a conversation with you, let alone starting them. You're not sure how to react, so your words come out awkward and your body language follows. “I came to get a drink... but, uhm. I got distracted... did you come to see the records?”

That had to be the reason why he was in here, right? Nothing else in here for him other than the history within these walls. You had planned to show him... and the other new signs, this room next week. Everyone got a kick out of seeing the records of their favorite artists hanging up on the walls, dreaming that their own would make it up there too. 

So, of course, you're surprised with the shake of his head. The shy smile he tries to hide with the drop of his head. “I was actually looking for you.” He mumbles out, avoiding your eyes as he speaks. It's like he can tell how his words affect you because he's quick to buffer them. “Not for any particular reason,” Wide eyes finally find yours, his cheeks blushed pink. “I just wanted to ask you...”

He's shuffling the beer bottle between his hands, eyes dancing along the walls as he tries to put the words together. He doesn't look up at you until he's properly fixed his sentence in his head. “What happened with your dad? I heard he came down to talk to you.” You didn't have to guess that Yoongi was the one that told him.

Not like it was some big secret. “Nothing. He just told me to get my act together.” Punctuating your words with a quick shrug of your shoulder, extending your hand to reach for his bottle. Slipping it from his grasp and bringing it to your lips to take a few gulps of the liquor. “Ugh, that's nasty.” Never really liked the taste of beer.

“Or else?” Joon urges, reaching for his bottle again. He's taking a sip and your middle school heart flutters, thoughts of an indirect kiss flooding your thoughts. Sure not to get too ahead of yourself. “Or else, none of your business. I'm getting my work done now. You should tell Hoseok that,”

“Do you want me to?” In just a few days, you really did change at work. Had started taking the job a bit more seriously and it only had him wondering what type of trouble you could've gotten into for a change so drastic. “It'll get them off my back,” You're saying through a sigh.

Joon sees something hidden in your eyes that he's easily recognizing. Has seen the same look in his own eyes countless times before. And the way you're quick to blink it away as if you're hiding it away. So quick, like it's something that you've trained yourself to do in the past. He knew what that was like too.

“Do you like working here?” He's asking as if you hadn't made it obvious. “No, I hate it.” Your words filter through a laugh, but it doesn't quite meet your eyes.

“Why don't you go and do something else?” It takes everything in you not to laugh right in his face. As if you didn't think of the most obvious solution to your issue. Why don't you go and something else? Gee, wish you thought of that one. “You don't think I'd like that?” Not once in your entire life did you show any type of interest in music.

It wasn't for you, sure you liked to listen to it – but you didn't? All the ins and out of creating and signing artists, that part just wasn't for you. And no matter how hard you were pushed, it wouldn't ward off your resistance. “My entire life has revolved around preparing for this company. I don't know how to do anything else. You know what I'd really like to do?”

“Yeah, tell me.” He's giving you this look, you can't quite place. Like he's hanging on to your every word, actually listening to you. It has a fuzzy feeling rising in your chest. “I wanted to be an actress. Had some small roles too, but then my dad was putting a stop to it. Said it was time for me to quit playing and get serious, so naturally I didn't listen. Tried to keep doing my thing, little did I know he had planned for that, made sure that nobody would hire me.”

You could still remember the sting when you were no longer getting callbacks and agencies turning you away, all because of one phone call. No means to live on your own, so you were packing your bags and heading home to daddy. How could someone do that to their own daughter? Just to follow along with some stupid dream that wasn't even hers.

It was fucked up. As if you weren't able to control your own life, he never even let you try. “He thinks I'll grow into liking this place, but I won't! It's not what I want, I'm not good at it. Every day I want to quit. And nobody cares,” No matter how hard you tried, how much you fought. It was no use.

“I care,” The words are falling from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, but you hardly believe him. You're scoffing out a laugh, eyes rolling at his words. “I'm serious. I also wanted to apologize,”

Without thinking, you're reaching for his bottle again. “Okay,” You shrug, bringing the bottle to your lips and taking long gulps. “So, uhm. Are you close? With your dad?” He's asking softly, reaching to pull his body from your grasp.

He has way too many questions and you're not sure how you feel about it. Why was he trying to meddle into your business when he's shown no interest in talking to you before this? And why did you feel so inclined to talk to him? As if you could trust him enough to confide in him.

It's weird, but you're not in the mood to fight it. “Not at all. Hoseok's his poster child, I just happened to come along for the ride.” You're finishing up the last few sips of his beer, setting the empty bottle down onto the table. “What do you mean?”

“When he was planning to have kids, he wanted one perfect boy to follow in his footsteps... and then when he heard his wife was pregnant with twins... he thought 'great two perfect boys to follow in my footsteps,'. Not a part of him wanted a little girl,”

A hand lifts to gesture at your figure, a hushed laugh leaving your lips. “But as you can see, I am not a boy.” Joon is nodding his head, giving you this pitiful look that you want so badly to wipe off his face.

You didn't need to be pitied. “So what? He was mad because you weren't a boy?” Was it really that bad? It was easy to see that Hoseok was treated differently in terms of your father, but was that not because of how you acted? Maybe you acted the way you did for a deeper reason? There was so much he didn't know about you.

“You ask a whole lot of questions,” All done sharing, not too keen on the look on his face. You weren't some poor girl that needed sympathy, you had everything under control. Could figure it all out on your own.

Joon is moving to stand a bit closer to you, his shoulder pressed against yours. There's this unexplainable warmth to him, that closes around your entire body just from him being close. It's weird. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Letting out a huff, you're moving back to create some distance between the two of you. “Why are you curious? You've shown zero desire to talk to me, so why now?” He's moving too close the space that you've created, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. It's the first time you've seen the slightest resemblance of one on his face.

“I don't know... you just seem different tonight. I feel like I might've missed something.” You wonder how long it took him to come to that conclusion, always so cautious and calculated with his thought. Never really forgetting his initial impression of someone. 

But it's like now he's looking past what you've worked so hard to obtain. You didn't like it one bit. “You didn't. What you see is what you get,” Body straightening, nose pointed toward the ceiling. He's letting out a laugh, obviously amused by your childish stance.

“I don't know if I believe you,” Your head lowers to look at him, eyes rolling dramatically as you lift your hand to toss your hair over your shoulder. “Well, that's your choice,” You reply, in the snobbiest tone you've ever used. “I'm going to get a drink,”

You're leaving him without another word, taking long strides down the hall. Actually, heading for the bar this time.

APIRL 25TH, 2020 | 01:23

Namjoon knows he should probably give you some space. Not that you were pissed at him or anything, but the meddling was something he knew you weren't the biggest fan of. If your sudden departure was any proof of that. He should leave you alone, let you enjoy yourself with your friends... and your boyfriend.

He should really stop thinking about you.

That's easier said than done, though. All he can do is think about you. Only half-listening to Taehyung's words, eyes scanning the crowd for you. Any sign of you and he's certain he'd be rushing to follow behind you.

There really was something different about you tonight. Something underneath the facade you kept up with. The reckless behavior, the spoiled brat act. He hadn't been able to see it before, but now he was getting peaks of your personality he failed to notice before. Bits that reminded him a lot of himself.

Stood on the other side of the room, your arms are looped in Changkyun's. You've tied your hair up into a ponytail at the top of your head, long enough that the ends are tickling your elbows. He watches as you say something to him, flashing a cute smile up in his direction before you're turning to walk out of the room.

A few minutes pass before Changkyun is making his way over to where Namjoon is seated, plopping down in the vacant spot beside Jungkook. Who has been pretty much under Jimin's spell since the start of this whole night. “Where's Yn?” Yoongi's asking as if he can read his best friend's mind.

He really had no other reason to ask.

“She's in her office. Wanted to look over a few things,” For some reason, Joon is taking that as an invitation to go to you. Standing quickly, he's catching the attention of his friends seated beside him, “I'm gonna go, uh... go to the bathroom.”

He's earning an uninterested nod just before he's able to slip away, hurried steps taken out of the room and down the hallway leading straight to your office. The door's open when he approaches, you're sat at your desk scrolling through your laptop.

Soft knocks tap against the door, catching your attention. You're surprised to see Joon standing on the other side, that awkward smile playing on his lips. He's lifting his hand up to a wave, pushing his fingers through his hair as he steps past the threshold, shutting the door behind him. “Hey. I came to see if you were okay,”

Why wouldn't you be okay? “I'm fine,” A smile that doesn't quite meet your eyes, but still lights up your whole face. “Come here, listen to this.”

He was sure that when you had left you were sad, or at least a bit unhappy. But you were fine? And you looked fine too, completely focused on locating whatever song you planned to show him. Joon moves to take a seat beside you, in the same spot he sits each and every time he's in here with you. Thighs just barely touching.

“Can I ask you another question?” Humming out your response, head tilting toward him. The suit looked good on him, it really did. Different from the baggy jeans and t-shirts he normally wears, which are just the same amount of cute. This was just different, gave a different vibe to him. You just barely miss the way he was staring back at you. It has a heat rising in your cheeks. “W-what's your question?”

His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, teeth cutting into his lower lip gently. It's embarrassing, he's forgotten his question. Wrapped up in his thoughts of you, the things that he had failed to notice before. “What's so fun? You know about being impulsive and doing what you want?” He finds himself asking.

Never could he imagine himself doing it, just jumping at any chance without thinking everything through. Weighing out all of the possible outcomes, yet you were doing it all of the time without a second thought.

That's not what you were expecting him to ask. Not much thought was put into the decisions you made, which was why you found yourself getting into so much trouble. You just did what you felt like and dealt with the consequences later. Sometimes not at all. “I don't know, I just do what I want.” You're saying with a shrug.

“You're so calm. And calculating. I'd love to see you do one thing without thinking...” He's looking at you in that weird way again, moving closer until your knees are touching. Dark eyes scanning over your features gaze slowly dropping to your lips. “Just one thing. Completely on impulse, first thing that pops into your-”

His lips taste like the beer he's been sipping, a delicious mix to your shots of liquor. One large hand pressed onto the back of your neck, the other clutching the fabric of your dress. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest as he pulls back from your lips, your eyes wide as you look up at him.

“Did you just kiss me?” Your entire face is on fire and it's hard to hide the grin that threatens to split your face in half. “Yeah, I have no idea why.” He looks so cute and dazed, just from kissing you.

His lips were so soft too, could be addicting if you got enough of it. “Do it again.” A pretty smile brightens his face, cheeks lifting to show off his dimples. His fingers tangling in the loose hairs at the nape of your neck, grip tightening around your waist to pull you closer.

“You want me to?”

There's not a bit of hesitation from you, lower lip jutting out into a pout. “Please,” A soft laugh leaves his lips before he's leaning forward to capture yours with his.

He kisses you as if you're made of glass, cautious in the shift of his lips. Unsure of himself, worried if he's gone too far. And you're quickly deciding, he hasn't gone far enough. Moving closer, you reach up to bury your fingers in his hair. A bold swipe of your tongue has his jaw falling slack, allowing your tongue to sliver into his mouth.

A soft groan erupts from the back of his throat as your tongue twists and pushes against his. Even the way he kisses is calculated, timed movements of his tongue the mouth. The complete opposite of your unrhythmic advances. But, still, he moans.

Out loud for your greedy ears to soak up, it's the moment you're sinking your teeth into his lower lip. All at once, his hands are dropping onto your hips, easily lifting your body up and onto his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, you can feel the bulge of his cock through the fabric of his dress pants. And the thought of getting a peek at it has your body buzzing.

He's effortlessly positioning you, slowing the movements of your lips with his own. Fingers tracing down the sides of your body, dragging over the hem of your dress. Just as he's about to inch it up, the doorknob of your office jiggles. It's barely audible, but Namjoon has this type of supersonic hearing, his body reacting instantly to the sound.

A single line of saliva connects your lips as he tears away from you, your tongue slips out to break it. His head whips around to stare at the door, turned away so fast he missed the pout of protest that from on your lips.

“Someone's trying to get in,” He's whispering, eyes going wide when he sees how close your faces are. You shrug, reaching up to knit your fingers n the hair at the nape of his neck, holding his head still before he can move too far from you. “That's fine, it's locked. They'll just go away. I want another kiss,”

Your lips are swollen from his, shiny with your shared spit. Puckered cutely, waiting for him to satisfy your request. But reality has sunk in for Namjoon, the gravity of what he was just done hitting him like a ton of bricks.

He couldn't kiss you. There were so many reasons why it's wrong, starting with the incessant knock of whoever is on the other side of the door. He could only guess it's the man you showed up with your date. Your boyfriend. Cheating was something he took very seriously and the fact you'd just do it, without a second thought. No, he couldn't kiss you. Couldn't even be involved with you aside from a professional relationship.

Your eyes flutter open with the gentle nudge on your thigh, frowning as he shoos you off his lap. He's quick to stand, just in case you've got any ideas of climbing back on. “What's wrong?” He's avoiding your gaze, fingers shoving through his hair as he searches your office for something. Positive he brought a jacket along with him. Maybe he had a hat?

No matter how hard he looked, he could feel your stare burning in the side of his face. Forcing him to answer. “Nothing's wrong. I just shouldn't have kissed you.” It bothers you to hear him say that so easily, but you're not sure why.

“You didn't want to?” He's not sure he's heard you sound any sadder. He can't help but take a peak at your face, instantly looking it away when he catches the sad pout of your lips. He couldn't feel bad for you. Your feelings weren't his responsibility. You were an adult and his boss, he shouldn't have to coddle you.

Even still, he can't bring himself to lie. Because he had wanted to kiss you, wouldn't have done it if he didn't. “I did... I'm just. I gotta go,” He's turning from you, all at once forgetting what he had been looking for. Shaking off any thoughts of looking back and checking on you, instead, he's heading straight for the door. Tugging it open and stepping back into the crowd of the party.

Changkyun is just a few feet away from the door, had given up on knocking after a few minutes. He watches as Namjoon makes a beeline from your door to the crowd, the back of his hand wiping at his lips.

You're sat slouched in front of your computer when he walks in. Fingers typing away at the screen of your phone. He's not sure what to expect from you, knowing you had just been in here with Namjoon. If you had changed your mind and decided that you'd be going home with him instead, but he still tries.

“People are starting to leave. Are you ready to go?” You're hitting him with the brightest, prettiest smile he's ever seen. Sparkly eyes dancing over his features as you stand, taking long strides over to him. It's only when you're closer does he had mistaken the wetness as your signature sparkle. Your smile doesn't quite reach them either.

He doesn't say anything, though. Allows you to pull his hand around your waist, tucking yourself into his side. Shooting him another fake smile before you're nodding, leaning up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah. Let's get out of here,” 

— daughter of the ceo of the biggest record label, it’s obvious she’d get whatever and whoever she wants. but what happens when she’s meeting the one person that refuses to play into her spoiled brat act?

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Happy Birthday, Y/N

Synopsis: Y/N and Keisuke eats lunch at the school rooftop and invites you to his house after classes so you guys could hang out and eat peyoung together.

Story contains: Slow Paced Story, Wholesomely lovey-dovey bonding, kissing, hickeys, mentions of sex, and fingering. This will be female Y/N and in third person POV (for most of the time, I'll put careful indications).

Author's Note: it's my first time writing like this so please bear with me >\\\<, what inspired me to write was the image uploaded here, I wondered how would Baji be if He had a girlfriend, after all the wild smut I've read, I thought if writing some adorably wholesome bonding moments with my favorite guy, Keisuke while having intimate moments with him, I'll only be writing mild (maybe? Idk) sex scenes since the whole focus should be wholesome moments with Baji.

PART 2 COMING SOON IF PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS

Chapter 1

I missed you

It's been so long since you and Keisuke or Kei (which you prefer calling him with) had hung out with each other since he was busy with other things in his life, you always understood him since toman is so precious to him, it's been actually just 2 weeks but you guys used to go out at least 3-5 times a week, it just made you lonely although you guys eat lunch together at the rooftop, just the two of you.

While you were busy thinking of Kei and the upcoming exams next week, you didn't notice that it was already 5 mins after the bell rang for lunch time, Keisuke has been waiting outside the door for you in his usual neat school get up.

You get startled as you feel a light pat on your head, you slowly turn your head and you are greeted with a smiling nerd

Baji: "y/n, is someone bothering you? Want me to beat them up" he says in a sarcastic manner with a grin on his face then chuckles as he clenches his fits

Y/N: You look at him as you pause for a sec and burst in to laughter "Now, didn't we already talk about that?" You wipe your laughter tears away "Can go to the usual spot now?, I bet you're starving, cuz heck yeah I am!" All of a sudden, you were a radiating light to Baji, you jumped out of you seat and you kiss his cheek, He smiles softly and pats your head.

Baji: "you're really f*cking adorable when you do that, y/n, that's my girl" he slides his free hand to your's as your hands intertwined, he was carrying something on his other hand, it was mostlikely food. "I love you. Now let's get outta here!"

You grabbed your lunch box tightly because you already know what's going to happen, while he was holding your hand, you guys sprinted out of the classroom like kindergartens on a playdate as you guys laughed, you always both get the student president on his nerves as you guys ran to the hallways, but at this point, he grew tired of telling you guys what to do, but he'd always grins his teeth in anger as he sees you guys

You finally reached the rooftop, you guys were mildly sweating, but you guys didn't seem to mind.

you pull out a towel from your pocket.

Y/N: "Kei, look over here" you say as you were both catch your breaths, he slowly turns to you "always so naughty, you get us into trouble!!" You say with a strict voice as you grabs his chin, you start wiping the sweat from his forehead while he looks at you with a pout. "But I love getting into trouble with you" you kiss his forehead, even though he was sweaty, he still smells nice.

Baji: while his eyes closed, his pout transitions to a chuckle, he then straitens his back "y/n" he takes off his glasses and puts it in a case inside the bag he was carrying as he unties his hair and loosen his necktie, your heart would race everytime you see him like this, it was always like when you guys make out at his house.

your thighs would tighten, you were turned on by the way he looked right now.he looks at you and notices your reaction, he'd always tease you like that because he damn knew you liked, no, you LOVED that whenever he does that, your face, your eyes, your lips says it all, it reminds you of the times he fucks you.

Baji: "oh-, silly girl, we're not doing that here" he chuckles as he corners you to the wall "you're so caring and loving, it turns me on" he says in a seductive voice, your back bumps softly on the wall as it meets you, he places his left hand on the wall and his other to your chin "I missed it, I missed you, y/n" you look at him in silence, as you notice the empty sadness behind his facade

You lean forward holding his face with both of your hands as you kiss his lips softly, he reciprocates as both of your eyes closed and passionately kissed eachother.

After that, you guys smiled and ate your lunch, he pulled out the thing inside the hand bag he was carrying, you were curious from since earlier since he doesn't usually carry anything except his lunch, he looks away for a second while blushing.

Baji: "Uh... I don't usually do these kind of stuff but uhm.." he shyly rubs his head still looking away, his face was turning red.

Y/N: you would chuckle as you find his behavior quite adorable, he rarely acts like that, I could only remember him acting like that was when he was confessing/courting me, our first kiss, and our first time having sex. "You look fucking adorable when you're like that" you tease him as you boops his nose.

Baji: "shut it!!!!" He grits his teeth and regains his composure "I made you something." he passes you a small container as he turns aways completely leaning his head against the wall.

Y/N: "Ke-Keisuke!"

you blush and investigated it, it was a black rectangular tub made out of plastic, it was meant to store food, you were a bit curious of whatever it was so you'd open it

Baji: "so what do you think?" He still wasn't facing you but he'd peak so he could see your reaction, he was acting cool and tough.

Y/N: "AAAAH!! KEIII! Are you serious?!" Baji would look at you, he got startled by your reaction, [shit, was it that bad?!] He'd look at you with a concerned look with his fangs showing.

your eyes would glisten as you were met by your favorite food, you would giggle though, since it was obviously homemade, you'd assume that your boyfriend made it for you since the icing and the written words were all wonky but you found it adorable anyways.

You would take a quick taste with the spoon that was placed on top of the lid.

You were amazed by how delicious he made it since it was the first time that he gave you food that he made, expect for peyoung, of course. you weren't really expecting anything like this.

You were indulging it as he watches you eat it , the white cream from the cake each time you lick it would turn him on, he was getting hard already, of course, knowing your boyfriend, you'd know how he would feel about this or how he'd react, but he respected you to do any sudden movements while you were doing something, except for exceptional times.

Y/N: you'd look at him, you'd see him wanting you on him right now, you'd take another bite but you wouldn't swallow it just yet— not until- "mhhh hmmm" you'd stand up, you'd go to his front, and he raise his brows.

You went crawling to his legs and sat on it.

Baji: "agh, my girl's doing hot girl shit. You do know how to turn a man like me on" he grins in a naughty manner while you guys make eye contact and not breaking it, you'd slowly sat on his lap while you loosely place your hands on his shoulder as you made naughty faces.

You'd feel his hard bulging cock clothed , on your cunt that is covered by your underwear. You'd lean in for a kiss, he'd reciprocate. You both were comfortable of doing stuff like that.

You both shared the cake that was on your mouth, as disgusting as it sounds, keisuke was in to that shit. He'd grab your waste and the other on your boob, you'd make moaning quiet noises as he chuckles while both of you were passionately kissing with cake, you felt so aroused that you didn't notice that your cunt was fucking wet already, it would leave a mark on his pants, it would look like he pissed on himself, yet, he didn't care, he'd just take of his coat and wrap it around his waist.

Your alarm would ring (10 mins before the bell)

You two break from kissing, you guys were fucking messy, with hints of the carrot cake on the side of your mouths but he loved the look on your face right now. He snickers and grabs your neck pulling you towards him.

Baji: "Mine" he'd whisper to your ear, it would leave goosebumps all over you, you loved hearing those possessive words, he would never cheat on you but you love getting verbal and physical reassurance.

He'd slightly loosens a button on your uniform and opens it slightly, he would dig in to your breast and sucks it slightly hard as he leaves a mark in between your breasts, arching your back towards him as your chest collides to his face even harder, you'd make cute noises.

Baji grabbed both of your breast and slowly slides to button your uniform again and tidies it leaving a soft kiss as he murmurs "mine" repeatedly

Y/N: "keisuke." You'd leave a small moan as you look at him hugging you with his eyes closed

Baji: "Happy Birthday, Y/N, I want you to come with me later, I missed you so much." You'd level with him as he looks at you, he gives you a forehead kiss "meet me later okay? Outside, after classes."

You'd find this entertaining and attractive, you'd just want more of him, but what holds you guys back was you were within school premises, and you didn't like the idea of fucking anywhere near the school.

Y/N: you'd only blush, giving him a nod "I love you, Kei."

Baji: He caresses you "I love you more, Y/N, we only have 5 mins left, don't want them losing their shit after they catch us like this" he chuckles.

You both tidied yourself up and went back while holding hands.

You guys wave good bye as you went back to your own classrooms.

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