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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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I’m Still Hurting (Orc x Reader) Part 2

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2107 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend establish a new normal

A/N: At long last, the highly requested part two! I had a bit of struggle coming up with a proper followup to the first part (which was part of why I left it with an open-ended ending in the first place lol). Little less angst this time, I felt these two deserved a little sweetness after the last chapter. Hope y'all enjoy!

Part 1

The first thing that caught your eye when you walked by the music store was the Grand Piano. It was gorgeous: Polished mahogany, a nice velvet seat, and keys that looked like they had never seen the sticky fingers of a curious 8 year old.

“Wow, is that new?”

You nod, admiring the old-fashioned air of the instrument. You knew jack shit about music, but even you could tell that this piano was an antique, one probably worth a good chunk of change.

“Must be. I’ve never seen it before and this place is on my way to work.”

Waruck hmms, pressing his hands up against the glass. His eyes sparkle when he sees the “Free to Play” sign right next to the piano. It probably reminds him of his Grandpa’s, the one he played when you guys visited his family for Christmas.

That was a long time ago.

“Want to go in?”

Waruck pulls away from the glass, eyebrows raised. He rubs the back of his neck and steps a couple feet back, trying to curb his enthusiasm.

“Uh, we don’t have to-”

“I don’t mind. It's been a while-” You pause, the slight-anxiety in the air making every casual word difficult, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you play.”

Waruck smiles, small and polite, and opens the door of the shop for you. Before, he might have done a little bow and said “Ladies First” in a British accent.

But that was before, and this is now. Now, every comment is walking on eggshells, whispered tentatively and under your breath. Testing the waters for how comfortable you two could get around each other.

Still, it was exponential growth from two months ago.

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After your meeting at the coffee shop, you had asked Waruck for a month; A month of privacy, for you to collect your thoughts and feelings, to be alone for a bit. He had agreed immediately, shuffling out of the cafe with a hunched back and a melancholy air, but he had kept his promise. You took the time to focus on other things, shifting your relationship to the back of your mind and enjoying the day-to-day.

But a part of you felt a little bad, like maybe you were stringing Waruck along for an inevitable breakup. Getting his hopes up for an extra tortuous punishment that left a sour taste in your mouth. So on one brave Saturday night, you sent him a meme you saw on Instagram, one that reminded you of him.

That second month saw the two of you texting more and more frequently, sending little jokes, asking how your day was, so and so. Each week rebuilt a little bit more of that familiarity, that comfortableness. It finally got to the point where Waruck asked if you were free one weekend. He just wanted to get some lunch and stroll around the neighborhood for a bit. For the first time in a while, that idea didn’t seem too bad.

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The air is considerably cooler inside the store, a tiny bell ringing as a rush of air-conditioned air hits both of you. Waruck makes a beeline for the piano, his footsteps short and quick. You feel a smile crawl on your face; He always acted like an excited kid when it came to music.

Waruck plops down in the center of the stool, fingers lightly brushing over the keys in awe. You walk up the piano’s side, laying your hand on the wood and admiring the lack of smudge marks on the polished wood. Waruck tests out a G note and although the sound is short, it’s extremely pleasant. Waruck’s smile grows even larger.

“When I was a young boy…”

You mutter under your breath. Waruck chuckles, quickly continuing onto a G flat.

“My father took me into the city,” Waruck hums

“To see a marching band.” The two of you sing together, laughing a little bit too loudly and gaining a sharp look from the tired sales clerk. Waruck waves a little apology, but that playful grin stays on his face.

“Wow, that brings back some repressed Hot Topic memories.”

“Seriously. I can almost feel the book my band teacher used to thwack me with. Me and my buddies would sneak into the choir room and play that all the time.” Waruck’s fingers dance over a couple more notes, aimless.

You’ve always liked watching Waruck play. His fingers were so dextrous and controlled, not to mention long and nicely articulated. He’d probably make good money from a hand-model side-gig.

“Want to take a seat?”

You shift your focus away from Waruck’s hands. He’s made space on the bench and pats the open space next to him.

“Yeah, sure.” You say, despite the fast pace your heart is now beating.

You keep a solid two inches of distance between your bodies, keeping your thighs together as to not brush your legs with his. It felt like a middle school dance, keeping a bible length away from your partner to avoid the disapproving stare of the chaperones.

Waruck nods, absentmindedly running his fingers up the scale. “Any requests?”

Immediately, all non-love songs depart from your brain. One of your favorite pieces sits on the tip of your tongue and your brain refuses to let it go. You shake your head.

“Nope. It’s all yours, music man.”

Waruck chuckles, a little louder and a lot more comfortable, as he sits deeper in his seat.

“Prepare,” Waruck cracks his knuckles, “to be amazed.”

You bite back a laugh. He’s still such a dork.

He starts to play, his hands easily finding the right keys, moving like a well-oiled machine. Your heart nearly skips a beat before it melts into a puddle of sentiment.

It’s your favorite.

The song brings back memories of your childhood, a rainy day in, and delicious food. It’s like chicken soup for the soul and you can feel any of the left over tension leave your body.

Waruck’s eyebrows furrow with concentration, but he has a large smile on his face, his large tusks peeking out from his lips. His arm stretches across the piano as the song hits its most fast-paced part. His biceps and shoulders lean more into your space, but the feeling isn’t unwelcome. It feels natural, as if his presence and yours is part of the piece itself.

Waruck’s thigh brushes against yours, but his pace doesn’t falter and neither does yours. You stay enraptured, watching how easily he slips into the music. You barely even notice how you have begun to lean closer to his side; Your mind says it’s to give his arms plenty of space to play, but it’s still far more comfortable than you are willing to admit.

How easy it feels, in the moment, to fall back into routine.

The song begins slowing to a stop, only a couple seconds left, when the sounds of the music shop return to you. A giggle from not too far rings discordant with Waruck’s piano.

Three girls stand not too far from you, watching with fascination as Waruck plays.

“Wow, he is so good!” One whispers to her friends.

There is nothing even remotely lascivious in their eyes or in their words, but a knife still twists in your gut. Your throat constricts as flashes of your bedroom, of unanswered texts, and a picture of a bar corner booth send needles down your spine and into your heart.

Is this wrong? Is this giddy feeling you have only distracting you from reality? Is it like this song, Waruck’s playing, beautiful but temporary?

“Ugh, I want what they have.”

“I know, right? How romantic.”

They’re wrong, you’re wrong, this is wrong; It’s fake, fake, fa-

Your eyes dart to and fro, trying to desperately avoid Waruck’s quickly overwhelming body heat and your audience, before it catches on the distorted shape of your reflection in the window.

The glass is old, slightly drooping, even the golden lettering of the music shop’s name looks dusty and sun-bleached.

But what is unmistakable is you and Waruck. Waruck, playing piano, and looking at you. Looking at you with the love in his eyes you thought had died, or had never been there at all. The group of girls stands in the background, small and out of focus.

And Waruck is staring at you.

“Are you okay?” Waruck asks, his warm hand on your shoulder.

You whip your neck around, almost getting whiplash.

You’re here, in the music store, with your boyfriend. He looks at you, brow slightly puzzled from your wild eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I,” You suck in a deep breath, “Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own head. That song gets me kind of nostalgic.”

Waruck pats your shoulder and you miss it’s heat when he pulls it back to his side. He smiles, but you can tell he is still slightly worried.

“No problem, I get it.”

You notice now how much closer Waruck is to you. His chest has shifted towards yours, the fabric of his shirt sleeve pressing against the skin of your bicep. Waruck’s knee absentmindedly knocks into yours, but the contact doesn’t sting or jolt you. Not even the continuing silence makes the situation awkward.

It’s nice.

“Do you want to check out the record aisle? They might actually have that piece on vinyl.”

Waruck gestures with his thumb to the piles of CD’s and records not too far from you two. You nod

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

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The two of you spend about an hour in the music store, pointing out hilarious cover art and admiring some vintage finds. Waruck even gets you to chuckle a couple of times, slowly bringing out his old cheesy puns.

Waruck’s missed this.

You two walk out of the music store at the tail end of one of Waruck’s jokes, you playfully punching his shoulder.

The two of you wander, in the opposite direction of your cars, for a little while. But Waruck hasn’t lost track of time; No, he’s soaking in every moment he can, every smile and lingering look you give him. Every reminder that this is real.

He spent a week agonizing over what he did. Stuck in silence as he gave you your space. His friends (His real friends, not those assholes from the bar) had offered to come by and keep him company, but he turned it down.

When Waruck got back into routine, it was slow-rolling. It was difficult to fight the instinct to check his phone for a good-morning text, or check your Instagram for any ‘post-breakup’ partying.

No, he had already broken your trust once. The least he could do was give you some time. Spend some hour not wallowing in self-pity, but actively make a change.

Waruck began to accept those invites to a chill hang out, playing some poker and sipping on beer with the gang. He played his keyboard when the thoughts got too loud and went jogging when the music wasn’t loud enough. He called his mom a couple of times, even sent his sister a couple of texts to catch up. They hadn’t spoken outside of holidays for almost three years.

Maybe he was the one that needed time.

God, why did you have to be so smart?

“Oh shit, how long have we been walking?” You mutter, checking your watch for the time. Waruck turns around you, already knowing the answer was 27 minutes, exactly. The both of you were nearing the edge of the neighborhood, cafes and shops turning into residential suburbs. “Dang, time really flies, huh?”

Waruck smiles.

“With you? It always does.”

You give him a half smile, patting his bicep. “Oh my god, you’re such a cheeseball.”

Waruck winks and shoots you some finger guns.

“You know it babe.”

You giggle, checking your watch once more, face turning just a little bit.

“I should probably head back, I’m getting dinner with some friends tonight.”

A small part of Waruck yearns for more time, but he lets it go.

Space, this was about establishing space.

“I had a lot of fun today, Waruck.” You step a little closer, Waruck’s heart skips a beat.

“Me too.” He whispers, his breath catching as your fingers brush against his.

It’s a simple gesture, one you’ve down a million times. But when your palm slips into his, your finger’s interlocking, it’s like fireworks have gone off.

“Same time, next week?”

Waruck nods, not trusting himself to speak without a voice crack.

That’s all he needed, all you wanted; The promise of the future.

“Yes, I would love that.”

#my writing #orc x reader #reader insert #female reader insert #orc/human #monster/human #monster x reader #monster/reader #angst #orc

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ariaofsorrows · 2 years

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I'm up at three in the morning again, so here are some CRAZY ASS™️ headcanons about Soma "I swear on my apple bottom jeans I'm not Dracula!!" Cruz.

Soma ended up getting all of Dracula's memories, which also include his polymath, science savant, genius knowledge. As a result, math and sciences come almost naturally to him, and he LOVES it.

Going off that last point, he ends up pursuing medicine because he feels it is a form of reparation. Soma believes that the way to repent for "his" sins is taking the same knowledge that killed people and using it to save them instead. But after being attacked by a cultist in broad daylight AND in public after midterms, he respectfully drops tf out to become a monster hunter instead.

But that doesn't stop him from furthering his own knowledge. He and Arikado will debate on scientific phenomena and mathematical discoveries all day long.

Soma goes to therapy regularly in order to learn how regulate his emotions in healthy manner and how to cope with traumatic experiences so that the forces of darkness cannot take advantage of him again

Soma isn't allowed to have social media due to safety reasons (I mean it'll be easy to find him) but he does so anyways. Whenever a follower of Dracula dm's him or gets to him publicly, he usually ends up memeing on them. Also his handles are a variation of somadeeznuts

He is Mina's biggest hypeman. No matter what you think of their relationship, he is her biggest supporter. He shows up to Mina's school during her exams to cheer her on. He learned how to video edit for the sole purpose of making fancams for her. Whenever he talks about her, he gets so giddy and excited that you could practically feel his joy from the other room. If you even so much as think a negative thought about Mina Hakuba, it's on site for you. He'll go and spam comment on all her instagram photos with either heart emojis or keyboard slams. So basically I see him like this:

Bad Scary Things Happen:

Soma: (￣︿￣)

Mina: breathes

Soma: (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Soma is a FLATTY so that's why he wears long coats

He is a lightweight. Poor boy can't handle his alcohol.

During the beginning of AoS, Soma was texting his overseas friends about seeing a castle in the sky. Everyone thought he was high on something and proceeded to make of him. As per request from Arikado, he later sent a voice message telling everyone that he only saw the castle because he decided to look at the eclispe with the naked eye. Not a day goes by where they remind him of his stupidity.

(Romantic) Soma was the first among his overseas friendgroup to have a significant other. Nobody believed him when he said he was dating Mina, because he was apparently "the patron saint of dorks everywhere" and couldn't communicate to save his own life. When they did finally meet Mina for the first time on FaceTime (or smth), everyone was so shocked.

To add on to that, whenever the couple posts something romantic online (2 times a year), the friends will usually respond jokingly with videos of them crying, screaming, making affirmations that they WILL have this kind of happiness one day.

(Romantic) Soma and Mina's favourite type of date is generating a random location in the city in Google Maps and then going there

Despite being super smart, Soma is a bit of a himbo. One time, he mistakenly took Mina to a furry convention instead of an anime one. He thinks Julius is cool bc he genuinely believed that cowboys didn't exist.

Soma cannot drive for shit. It took the power of a Belmont, Belnades, AND Alucard to keep the car from flying into a ditch. When he parks, it is so slanted that it takes up two (2) parking stalls. Whenever the vampire hunters are on a long road trip, only Julius Yoko or Arikado drive. Any and all offers from Soma are shut down immediately.

He is a vintage enthusiast. A lot of his wardrobe consists of hand-me-downs and thrifted items. The only item he bought out of a department store was his iconic black turtleneck. His favourite era was the late 1990s and 2000s

Despite identifying as male, he likes to dress in a way that defies gender norms of the era. He often borrows skirts and blouses from Yoko, he has a couple makeup palettes of his own, and he'll often style his hair. Tinted lip balm and gloss are his best friends.

Soma and Julius will have mock final battles everywhere. Both of them will go to the supermarket and put their hands on the last piece of meat available. Cue the "ohoho, Belmont, you dare approach me?" "Yeah, well I can't whip the shit out of you without getting closer". They will do this for the most trivial of things.

#castlevania #castlevania dawn of sorrow #castlevania aria of sorrow #soma cruz #mina hakuba #video games #headcanon #mango whines #sometimes sleep deprivation gives me good ideas

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shishu-writes · 4 years

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Reclined Seat Prank HCs

𝙐𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖, 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖, 𝙆𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙞𝙠𝙏𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙃𝘾𝙨

Warnings: Suggestive b/c Kuroo - what’d you expect, language

A/N: it’s 1AM heres a shitpost

Ｕｓｈｉｊｉｍａ

You had seen this prank on Tiktok a couple of times, a girl picks up her boyfriend but the passenger seat is reclined all the way back and gets their reactions

Ushi does NOT know who Tiktok is or why his girlfriend finds him funny and he does not care

Honestly, you had no clue how he’d react, he didn’t ever respond to the majority of your cheesy pranks but maybe this would be the one

You had messaged him telling him after practice today you'd pick him up and the both of you could grab something to eat together to which he responded an “Okay 🙂”

Tendou is still teaching him how to use emojis leave him alone

You pull up, placing your phone down so that it records the passenger seat and you recline the seat.

You pull out a tube of lipgloss and begin applying it in the camera as if you were using it as a mirror and Ushi comes up to the side of the door, knocking twice on it before he opened it.

He does that so you know its him and dont get startled 🥺

He gives you a short greeting, a ghost of a smile on his lips, climbing in

Bro literally just adjusts the seat correctly and puts his bag in the backseat

What

“Ushi..” “Yes, my love?”

Sigh

You cant even be mad, the dude trusts you blindly, the thought of you cheating on him doesn’t even cross his mind

With a shrug you lock your phone, sparking normal conversation before pulling out to go get him a well deserved after practice dinner

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Okay THIS motherfucker.

I feel like Oinks definitely has Tiktok, unlike Ushi, and he is the definition of straight Tiktok

HOWEVER I don't think he has a lot of couple Tiktoks on his FYP and if he does they're like the sitting in your partner's lap pranks, not something like this

Hes also like...7 years old so he probably does his own petty pranks but theyre ones he comes up with himself that he thinks are fucking hilarious like taking a million selfies, posting them on your instagram/snapchat stories until theyre like 10-15 minutes long and filling your storage with them

So THIS

Oh this is well deserved

You set up your phone in a place that he wouldn't notice, and started recording

He runs to the car, opening the door quickly and tosses his bag in, getting in the car and literally fucking falls flat on his back

Confused™️

“Hey babe”

“Yes tooru?”

“Who was in my seat?”

“Your seat?”

“MY seat who was in MY seat??”

No longer confused, just panicked

He sat up, leaning over the console looking you in the eyes, you can't tell if he's going to start crying or throw up

Not your intention to make him cry

Carefully explaining that it was a joke while he let out a loud, dramatic huff, placing his forehead on your shoulder

“I’m having heart palpitations”

“I'll pick up milk bread on the way home if you stop the dramatics…?”

“Deal.”

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Bro he has 3 brain cells, one for you, volleyball, and milk

Why would you do this

He doesn’t know what the fuck a Tiktok is despite you repeatedly showing him videos or telling him to make an account

He is far too busy watching 10 hr long volleyball compilations

I also HC him as having boomer humor so even if you showed him a fucking FUNNY video, he’d be brain dead, absolutely. He doesn't get the appeal

He laughs at the minion memes this is fact

BUT ANYWAYS

You saw this and for whatever god forsaken reason wanted to do it on Kags, the most oblivious person on planet earth

It was like 3 AM and you told him you were coming to pick him up to go on a drive, which was normal for the two of you, it's one of the more peaceful moments in your chaotic lives

He agreed, ofc, because babie is a huge softie for you.

You pull up in your jammies, seat reclined and start recording

Kags comes out in sweats and a hoodie you gave him for your anniversary and opens the door, he notices the seat and gets in carefully

“Hey Y/n? Did you sleep in your car?” he asks quietly, turning to look at you, almost concerned.

“Did your parents kick you out or something? You know you can always stay with me..” baby starts rambling because he fr thinks you're living in your car for some reason

The whole concept of cheating doesn't exist to him, you are the one and only person in the world he has complete trust in, so naturally the only conclusion he could come up with was you being homeless

“No..Kags...I’m not sleeping in my car...it was a prank”

Cue explaining to him what the prank was

He doesn’t get it, why would pretending to cheat on your partner be funny

sigh

Ｋｕｒｏｏ

You know exactly what I’m about to write

This motherfucker

Kuroo for sure has TikTok BUT WAIT

Its canon that Kuroo is just a cocky dork that knows how to shit talk

He would never be on straight or couple tiktok, he's on science/nerd Tiktok and deep Tiktok for sure, he sends the craziest shit to you.

So there is NO way he would know about this prank unless someone explicitly explained it to him

Perfect

You told him you were going to pick him up for a lunch date since it was saturday and the two of you hadn't seen each other for a couple days

He agreed? Obv he is in ✨🌸love🌸✨with you

You pull up, seat reclined, and set up your phone after shooting him an “i'm here” text

He runs out, pops the door open and looks in

Does NOT get in, instead, this cocky SOB leans down so you can see his face fully, hands resting on the roof of the car, shit eating grin on his face. “Is this you telling me you wanted a little something before we got lunch…? that'll ruin your appetite y'know..”

Spit on him

Why didn't you see this coming

It did ruin your appetite

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu insert #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu hc #x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Impersonal

As promised, here’s the smutty followup to yesterday’s blurb! This is the fifth post of seven in my Platonically themed event. Again, it’s not really been edited because it’s late and I’m very tired but alas, thats how it goes.

Words: 2,278

Warning: some vague dom/sub dynamic stuff with a more dom Ben, spanking, it’s P in V sex but theres a lot of talk about butts. Also they’re still dorks.

It had been a nice day. You and Ben had gone out with a few friends, just a little picnic in the park to catch up with everyone. If you’d been at all worried about publicly being together on a no romo day, then it was for nothing. As much as everyone there considered you and Ben to be an item, it mostly went ignored, aside from a couple of questions about how you’d gone living together so far. But having such a big lunch, everyone having brought something to share, neither of you were especially hungry at dinner time. Ben whipped up a pot of butted noodles for you to pick at as you watched TV but it was soon set aside as you shifted to lean against the arm rest with your legs stretched out to lay over Ben’s thighs. Each of you were engrossed in your phones more than the quiz show he’d flicked on, occasionally sharing something you saw or read.

You had opened tumblr and were scrolling through your dash, pausing to read longer bits here and there but mostly just liking images and reblogging memes. Until you hit a patch of not safe for work content. One of the porn blogs you’d long since forgotten you’d followed had hit a rare patch of activity, every second post one of theirs. Those posts you paid a little more attention to, especially when videos and explicit images were involved since you knew they were likely to be taken down soon and you didn’t want to miss out on seeing something hot. Unfortunately your headphones were in another room so you weren’t game to turn the sound on for any of the videos but the visuals and erotic comments below were enough to make you feel as if the room as heated up. You could feel yourself getting wetter at each new post but couldn’t seem to stop looking at them.

A particularly good video of a sloppy blowjob made you clench your thighs together, your foot rubbing against Ben’s thigh as a result. His palm came to rest on the top of your foot, rubbing it soothingly, though his attention was still elsewhere. In fact, his gaze didn’t shift until a little later when you were looking at a very hot gifset of a woman on all fours, crying as she was pounded from behind. He cleared his throat. You jolted a little at the sound and tried not to look too guilty as you met his eye. “You okay?” “Mmhmm,” His eyes travelled over you from the lip between your teeth to your tightly pressed thighs and your fingers wrapped firmly around the phone. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said, clearly meaning to do exactly that, “but ummmm, are you watching porn right now?” “No,” you answered too quickly. “Hey, you don’t have to hide it if you are, go nuts. I’m just a little curious about what’s turned you on so much you’re practically panting. And can I help?” “I’m not watching anything. It’s just some gifs I saw.” “Well I think QPR law states you have to show me or you’d be a big meanie.” You chuckled and handed the phone to Ben, a little curious about how he’d react. Ben watched the gifs through a couple of times before nodding, “Yeah, that’s uhhh, that’s pretty hot,” he rubbed your foot again as he kept watching the looped footage. “Are you turned on?” “Yeah, a bit,” “Hmmm, same.” “Should we-” “Do you wanna-” You spoke at the same time and then both laughed a little as you simultaneously agreed, “Yeah.” Immediately you swung your legs around intending to walk towards the bedroom and Ben followed for about two steps before he stopped suddenly, “Wait. This is a no romo day, right? Do you still feel anti-romance?” “Yes and yeah I think so. Why?” Ben shrugged, “I don’t think we’ve ever had sex on a no romo day so...how does it work?” “Oh, good point. Well.” you wanted to keep it brief, already worked up and wanting to move to the fun part, “I think it’s probably best if we keep it on kind of the rougher side, a little impersonal even. Could you maybe hit it from behind? I’m not really sure eye contact and all that stuff would be as fun for me right now.” “No need to ask twice. My hot partner wants me to look at her gorgeous arse while I fuck her? Yeah definitely into that.” “Jesus I’d forgotten you’re an arse man.” It was true too. As much as Ben might prefer ass to tits he also enjoyed the visual stimulation of watching you – seeing the pleasure on your face, watching your body react to his. So, while doggy style was a regular position for you, variations of missionary and cowgirl were probably a little more frequent. Which was wonderful, except not what you needed right then. Ben responded by poking his tongue out you but he seemed quite as eager to move things along, “So rough doggy then? Can I spank you?” “You’d be into that?” He shrugged, “I know we haven’t really done anything kinky yet but yeah, I enjoy spanking. I mean...watching an arse jiggle after it’s hit is incredibly hot.” You giggled, “spanking is very okay then. You could be a little mean too if you wanted, maybe calling me a degrading name to get at that impersonal thing. Slut maybe.” He hummed uncertainly, “I can try it if you really want but I gotta admit I’m not as into degrading stuff as I am spanking.” “It’s fine if you don’t, whatever works. Honestly, I’m already super horny so just do whatever you’re comfortable with and don’t get too gentle or loving with it, and I’ll be happy.” “I can definitely do rough for you. For instance,” You gasped as Ben grasped your hips and turned you around, positioning you in front of the arm of the couch before he pushed you to bend over it. It was a surprise considering Ben’s typical nature. He had his controlling or domineering moments but generally seemed happiest when he was showering you in affection or letting you take charge. Adding to the surprise was the way he tugged your pants down to your knees and began to touch you through your underwear. It made you squirm, trying to find a little more friction, but he only gave you a quick spank. Not overly hard but it didn’t have to be to make you feel tingly. Just knowing Ben was capable of an action like that was hot enough. All the same he pulled your knickers down too and ran his fingers through your folds. “Wow, okay. You meant it when you said you were horny. Pretty wet already.” “No shit Sherlock. You know I don’t need lines like that that get you interested in fucking me.” He gave you another slap for your insolence. “Better get you stretched out then, hadn’t we?” You felt two of Ben’s fingers rest against your entrance and expected to feel them sink into you too. But it didn’t happen. “What’s the hold up, Tiger? Ow,” the spank had been a little harder than the last. “If you want them so bad, do it yourself.” Your breath caught as you realised what he meant and you shifted your hips back, levering yourself against the arm of the couch, until you felt his fingers penetrate you. “That’s it Kitten. You’re too horny to wait, aren’t you? God you’ve got such a pretty arse. Giving me the best view right now. Your needy cunt soaking my fingers while your arse,” he hit you again, “jiggles. It’s making me so hard.” You whined, unable to find a better response, and rocked back against his fingers, slowly fucking yourself on them. He let you go on like that for a little while, happy to listen to your hitched breaths and needy sighs as you got a little of what you needed. But then he pulled his fingers from you. You let out a disappointed whimper, “Ben, c’mon,” “I’m so hard from watching you be so desperate. Just gotta get my pants off. But you can play with yourself for me, can’t you?” You nodded and shifted so you could drop your fingers to your pussy. Ben gave your arse another slap, “Not what I meant Kitten. Play with your arse.” Startled by the low growl in his voice you quickly complied, leaning on the couch as your brought both hands up to grab your arse cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart to better show off your holes.” “That’s very good, Kitten. Spank yourself.” It wasn’t the same as when Ben spanked you since you knew what was coming and the position didn’t allow you to get as much force into your hits as he could. But it was definitely arousing and it definitely seemed to work for Ben. You’d barely registered the sound of his pants dropping before he was sliding into your wet and waiting cunt. “I can take it from here,” Ben’s hands replaced yours, groping your arse as you dropped your arms back to the couch, though you felt it was useless to try and prop yourself up on them. It would only be a matter of time before you collapsed entirely.

At first he kept the pace slower, letting you adjust to him, though each thrust was forceful, just as you’d asked it to be. But gradually Ben sped up, hands still playing with your cheeks, sometimes grabbing and sometimes spanking them. He tried to say more about how hot it was to take you like that but his own breath was escaping him as the words seemed to be. So he let his body talk for him as he pounded your cunt and dug his fingers into your flesh. And then he pulled out. You were on the verge of asking him who the fuck he thought he was when he said, “one second. Just want to try something.” and then, remembering he was meant to be acting mean, added, “And you just want me to keep fucking you, so you’re not going to complain.” In a disgruntled daze you let Ben help you up onto the back of the couch so that one leg was bent to lean against the arm he’d just had you bent over and the other dangled towards the floor. It took a little more adjustment before Ben was happy. First pulling you back towards him and the corner of the couch, and then pressing you to lean forward so your hips were raised and he could better access your pussy. You had to grab onto the back of the couch for support, digging your fingertips into the leather as Ben resumed fucking you. The angle had changed a little and the position was slightly more awkward to maintain but it was worth it for the way your clit rubbed against the smooth leather, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Each thrust rocked your hips in such a way that you quickly found yourself getting close to release.

That, however, seemed to be Ben’s plan as he began telling you how good you were going to make him feel when he made you cum. “I know you’re close Kitten. So just cum. I want to feel your cunt on me when you do.” He lay another few spanks to your arse cheeks and that tipped you over into your orgasm. But Ben didn’t stop. “I th-think you can do bett-er than that,” he grit out as you clenched around him and he seemed to thrust twice as hard as he had before, “You were so,” You grunted as he plowed into you. “So desperate before. So you can cum better than that. Right kitten?” You nodded and gasped out a, “Yes” as your arms shook with how hard Ben was fucking you. But he didn’t relent. He kept going until he felt you tighten again and heard you moan, nearly sobbing as relief flooded your system. That seemed to be enough for Ben and he let himself go too, holding your hip tightly as he pressed deep into you.

Ben leaned his forehead against your back as he tried to regain his regular breathing rate and gave you a quick kiss there before he righted himself and helped you to dismount the couch. The evidence of your orgasms was still smeared across the leather but neither of you paid it any attention. “Sorry I never called you a slut or anything,” Ben said with a slightly self-conscious chuckle, avoiding your eye as he hitched his pants back into place. “I just like Kitten better.” “Don’t be,” you said mirroring his actions to looking at him, “Kitten worked perfectly. Also, that was really good. Maybe you could be rough and mean more often?” “The double orgasm was a pretty good indication that it worked for you,” “Of shut up, I was being serious. It was really hot.” “Yes but I like teasing you, remember,” “Prick.” “That hurts,” he said with a fake gasp and a hand against his chest, “Keep talking like that and I’ll have to spank you again,” “Ha ha, very funny. Tease me all you want but we both you enjoyed it as much as I did.” “Maybe I did.” he conceded, “but I wasn’t going to hate it when I was watching your arse.” “Alright, you perv. Was there any leftover noodles? Bit peckish now.” “Yeah, in the fridge. Grab me some too would you?”

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #does this make sense? who knows!#am i turned on from thinking about it? absolutely!#am i also literally about to fall asleep? yes!#its after midnight and this has been a long week!#g'night!!#platonically event

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devil-in-those-eyes · 4 years

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Temper- Mat Barzal

Hi, guys! Okay, so it isn’t what I had in mind, but i’m hoping you guys like it and maybe even want a part two? But, anyways!

** Gif creds to @miroheyskanen !

Athletes could get really testy, they all had some sort of angry streak when it came to losing. They had problems with losing because they were all insanely competitive, it was exceptionally hard when it was a significantly bad loss.

You were pretty new to this team, only been assigned to the Islanders for a few months now after being switched from the Rangers, but you were pretty sure you had never seen athletes talk to you the way Mat Barzal just snapped at you.

The whole thing kind of came out of left field, like a bitch slap and made your head spin. It made you confused for two reasons. The first because all you did was ask if Mat felt like the loss had to do with them going from playing a game a little over twenty four hours ago to playing Tampa, while Tampa had a few days off to recover. You figured Mat would be testy anyways, I mean he slammed his hockey stick into the glass multiple times before breaking it, but the way he snapped at you was over the top.

Second reason was because you and Mat had become more than the typical athlete journalist relationship, if you’d even call it that. You had gotten to the point of having personal conversations, he stopped you outside of the locker room and walked you to your car. He even asked you to come out for drinks with him and Anthony, but after this, it kind of seemed stupid.

You knew forming relationships with athletes was like a huge no-no. The sports world for journalism was mainly men and you had proved yourself and worked up the ladder, getting to the Rangers and now the Islanders. You never wanted to be one of those girls ruled by your emotions in all aspects of life, and your job was the one place where you could kick ass and show the men that you could compete with them.

Except now, you felt like a moron. Wounded by Mat’s words laced with anger, your jaw clenched and eyes narrowed at him. Embarrassment flooded you and you tried to keep your cheeks from filling with a rosy color as you realized everyone else heard the tone because all the reporters fell silent and slowly looked at you.

Mat called on a different reporter and he stumbled over his words, struggling to sound like he hadn’t heard it while you looked to your left to find the eyes of Anthony, who stood with his captain, Anders Lee, while both of them watched you. Their eyes were wide, eyebrows lifted and the conversation paused.

Okay, so it wasn’t just in your head.

You managed to take notes through your annoyance, getting just barely enough to write your column tomorrow, and walked away from Mat without another glance.

“Someone was angry, wasn’t he?” A man whispered to you as you walked out of the locker room.

You hummed, not offering anything more. The other journalists walked away while you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. For a few fleeting milliseconds, while you reached in your purse to grab your phone, you wondered if it was Mat texting you but you scoffed at yourself and pulled your phone out.

It was just your best friend, wondering what time you’d be home and if you wanted to order some late night dinner while you worked on your article and sent it in to work. You texted her, saying you’d be home soon and to order whatever.

“Y/N, wait up.” Anthony appeared out of the locker room, you turned to see him jogging towards you in just his compression shorts and a clean shirt.

“Hey,” you breathed through a smile. “Great game, Tito.”

“He’s just angry,” Anthony blurted out, nodding his head at a teammate that passed you guys.

You wanted to forget it even happened, you just wanted to get back to your job where athletes were just that, not friends. So, your eyebrows pulled together, ready to play coy but Anthony licked his bottom lip.

“Barzy, he’s just angry. I mean, we all are. We thought we were prepared and we just got our asses handed to us,” Anthony cut you off from saying anything. He grimaced, “don’t take it personally, okay?”

Anthony was sweet, a total dork and could make you smile without even really trying and you knew he was just trying to keep the waters calm. Your phone buzzed in your hands, reminding you that your best friend was waiting at home for you, so you touched his arm and squeezed it.

“Great game, Tito. See you next game.” You smiled.

“We’re gonna go for drinks after the next game,” Anthony said, trying to keep you there. You weren’t sure why because you both knew Mat wouldn’t be talking to you any time soon, not that you really felt like talking to him either. “I know Mat asked you to come, I just wanna make sure you’re gonna come.”

“I don’t know,” you said, stepping away from him and waving your phone. “I gotta head out.”

Anthony’s shoulders sagged, “Alright, Bye, Y/N.”

By the time you got home, you had sit and stewed in your annoyance and felt it grow into more of a type of anger. You never asked Mat, or Anthony, for special treatment. You never talked their performance or games outside of the post game interviews, so why did Mat have to snap at you? It was a simple question, basically asking if them being exhausted from their prior series against the Canucks had anything to do with it. Jesus, it was a yes or no question.

You got your article done with a glass of wine and take out. It was published the next morning and you went to work forgetting about how Mat looked at you like you were just an annoying journalist who was wasting his time, until your friend sent you a video of said postgame interview.

Good. GOD. Moody, much?

You thumbs upped her message and went on with your day.

When your day ended, you were surprised to see text messages from Anthony and Mat. Anthony asked if you wanted to grab coffee tomorrow morning after his morning skate, while Mat asked if you wanted to come over for a movie night with him and Anthony.

Huh, must be over his temper tantrum.

You left him on read and told Anthony you might be able to slip out of work for an hour.

You figured it was best if you went back to just being the journalist for your company, maybe everyone was right when they told you to not form personal relationships. You squashed those butterflies that you used to get whenever Mat smiled at you, or texted you a funny meme, or a snapchat you got when he went to your favorite café. You didn’t want to think about how you started fantasizing about him as more than an athlete because then that implied you got feelings when you promised yourself it wouldn’t happen.

By the end of the game the next night, the boys had recovered and seemed to be in better spirits as you stood in the locker room. They had just come off of 2 goal lead and the locker room was bursting with smiles, congratulatory hand shakes and laughs.

Tonight, you decided to be apart of Anthony’s interview, who continually cracked jokes and seemed be unfocused on the interview. As you asked Anthony a question, you could help the burning in the back of your head, the feeling like someone was watching you, so after you finished recording Anthony’s answer you turned your head to see Mat’s eyes.

Mat had his own group of reporters asking him questions, but when you finally looked at him, he smiled gently, like he always did when he was trying to be polite inside the locker room and not let on that secretly, you were his favorite.

Mat would never admit it to you, because it had taken you this long to agree to even meeting him and Anthony for a late night drink, but he always looked forward to post-games just because he got to stare at you. You always looked pretty in your favorite jeans and shirt, hair either pulled back and off your face or falling naturally and tucked back behind your ears. His hand always itched to push the strands off of your neck, always wishing for the day he could stand close to you without you second guessing and stepping away.

As your lips twitched into a half smile, he realized it wasn’t meeting your eyes like it usually does, but the second you turned back to Anthony, you wore a bright smile. He felt a pang in his chest, something resembling jealousy but he quickly squashed it because he knew his best friend didn’t see you like that, like how Mat saw you.

Mat managed to get through the interviews without staring at you too hard, and by the time Anthony and Anders let you go, the other reporters and journalists had walked out so Mat easily grabbed your wrists and pulled you to a stop.

“Hey, you,” Mat breathed, smiling softly.

“Hey, good game.” You answered.

Your smile was… too professional. It was small and tight and how you used to smile when you first started here a few months ago. It took Mat weeks to pull a real smile out of you, one where your eyes twinkled and his heart clenched inside his chest. You always told him good game, even if it was a shit game, but tonight was just different somehow.

“I, uh,” Mat stumbled over his words as you pulled your wrist from his grasp. He felt like he was sixteen again, talking to his crush after school. “Can you come out tonight? Tito said he asked you.”

“Can’t,” you answered, stepping away. “Have a good night, Mat.”

Another pang inside his chest as your words went cold, this time it was disappointment and hurt. Confused, Mat just stood there was you walked away from him, not even looking back over your shoulder to give Mat some sort of sign that all he needed to do was push for you to come out.

He felt like he was back to square one with you.

“Not so much fun when it’s you, eh?” Matt Martin asked him as he still stood there, watching your figure walk away.

“What’re you talking about?” Mat asked, turning to face his teammate.

Matt smirked and shrugged, heading into the showers. Annoyed, Mat went up to Tito. “Why is Y/N so pissed at me?”

“Dude,” Tito’s eyes glanced to his left, at Anders, before looking back at him. “Where were you two days ago?”

Clueless, Mat shook his head.

“Maybe you should watch your interview.” Tito said, sighing and turning to grab his clothes out of his bag.

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut #mat barzal x you #mat barzal x reader

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baepsaesbae · 4 years

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Personal Galaxy

Pairing— Jungkook x female reader

Genre— SMUT, Fluff, Established relationship au

Warnings— Explicit unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism (they’re outside), oral (m receiving), mild swearing, fluffy boyfriend vibes that will make you love Jungkook even more

Word count— ~4.1k

About— You and your boyfriend, Jungkook, decide to go stargazing as a special treat for your anniversary.

A/N— Happy Birthday Jungkook! This was a collab with @goldenclosetnetwork for their Golden Closet Net Jungkook Birthday Project. I hope you guys like it, please let me know what ya think! (also this beautiful banner was whipped up in record time by the marvelous @kimtaehyunq)

After college starts, summer is no longer a relaxing season dedicated to lounging around and goofing off with friends. Unfortunately, now summers were filled with internships or temporary summer jobs. You got the short end of the stick though, as your summer was going to be filled with summer classes. Along with taking summer classes, you had to deal with the grueling heat. Walking back and forth from your classes to your dorm was quite an ordeal, as the sun drained you of all your energy.

Your only solace of not going home was that you were close to your boyfriend, Jungkook. You guys started dating towards the end of the spring semester, so the relationship was somewhat new. He was nothing but incredibly sweet to you, and you honestly could not believe you were dating him. From what you observed, he was basically perfect.

At first you thought he was a little shy, but when you got to know him, you soon realized he’s just a huge lovable dork. He loved gaming, and bragged about what his rank in League of Legends used to be (platinum, he was in the top 8% of all people who played). You tried to take him seriously, but you couldn’t help but laugh. You didn’t laugh because you were making fun of him, you laughed because he was just too cute. You adored the way his eyes twinkled when he talked about what he was passionate about. He would get lost in his own world and ramble on before he realized you were still there. At that point he would reach out and pull you into a hug and ask about your day.

After a long day of listening to a boring chemistry lecture, you finally got back to your dorm. You freshened up with a quick shower and collapsed into your bed. You were about to drift off when your phone starts to buzz. It was a video call from Jungkook.

“Hey baby what’s up?” Jungkook beamed on the other end. It looked like he just got out of the shower too.

“Hey Kookie. I’m done with class for the day. Have I told you how much I hate chemistry?” you groaned in response.

“Plenty of times. In fact, multiple times a day. Can’t blame you though. You can relax when I come see you this weekend,” Jungkook tried to cheer you up.

Jungkook lived about an hour away from campus, so he stayed in a dorm during the school year. However, he went home during the summer break. With that being said, he insisted on coming down to see you every weekend. At first you protested, arguing that gas was too expensive and the commute would take too much time. But he simply said, “I just want to see my girl. What’s so wrong with that? It’s no one’s decision but mine.” You couldn’t argue with him after that.

“Why don’t we do something different this weekend?” you asked. This weekend would mark your 3 month anniversary.

“Yeah? Like in the bedroom?” he was intrigued.

“No! I mean...sure? Wait no that’s not what I’m talking about right now, you dingus. Why don’t we get away or something? There’s a park about an hour away that is known for stargazing! They have their own observatory and all that. Would you wanna--”

“Yes. Let’s do it.” Jungkook didn’t even let you finish. You knew he’d be excited. Along with videogames, anything pertaining to outer space had his heart. He loved reading about various stars, and was always hypothesizing how space travel would work.

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough. You spaced out in lecture often, but now you definitely couldn’t focus. The thought of being hand in hand with Jungkook while traversing the trails together was enough to make your heart flutter. That, coupled with the fact that you two would be under the stars without any air pollution, really had you on Cloud 9.

You gleefully hopped into Jungkook’s car in the late afternoon. Jungkook was wearing his favorite bucket hat with his usual casual clothes.

“Hello beautiful,” Jungkook leaned over to kiss you, “Let’s go get our dinner. How do ready made sandwiches sound?”

“Sounds perfect! Why don’t we get some fruit too?” you sat back in your seat.

“Ohhh healthy. Yes ma’am we can do that.” he drove to the closest supermarket.

“Hey babe, let’s get this bread,” Jungkook joked as he picked up a sandwich. You couldn’t help but laugh at his little one-liner. You both love that meme. You guys strolled over to the fruits section. Of course, there had to be a debate over which fruits to get.

“It’s hot outside so why don’t we get watermelon?” you suggested.

“Mm that’s a good point. But watermelons are basically just water. Why don’t we get pineapples instead? We can see if that myth really is true?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“You dog!” you playfully slap his arm, “Let’s get both then. The more the merrier.”

“Okiedokie. Don’t act like you don’t wanna try the pineapple trick though,” he teased.

“Maybe I do. What of it?” you retorted.

“Nothing. That’s perfect for me,” he winked as you guys went to checkout.

The drive to the park was relaxing. Jungkook played his music and sang along to all the songs. You occasionally chimed in whenever you knew the lyrics, but you preferred to listen to him instead. Even when he was messing around, his angelic voice was still euphoric. You were pleasantly surprised when he first sang in front of you. You didn’t think it was possible to hear an angel up close.

Getting away from the city was something you needed. As the tall buildings faded in the background, a more sparse landscape came into view. You loved the open road. Sure, the neverending grass and scattered trees weren’t the most breathtaking view, but it was pleasant nonetheless. You saw the occasional cow or horse, and never failed to point them out to Jungkook. He would always respond with a “wow!” or a “so cute!” and chuckle at you. Everything you did was so adorable to him, though he wasn’t the most vocal about all that mushy stuff. He was sure he had already fallen in love with you, but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same yet. He’d keep that to himself for a little bit longer.

The park itself was nothing grand. It being closer to the coast meant that it was a little on the swampy side. After several attempts to make sense of the provided park map, Jungkook finally found a parking lot.

“Okay according to the map, this is the closest parking lot to the observatory. I think there’s a trail nearby too,” you say as you hand him the map.

“Let’s go!” Jungkook leapt out of the car before he could even see you trying to give him the map.

Jungkook grabbed the food from the backseat as you got out of the car. Sadly, neither of you had a stereotypical picnic wicker basket, so everything was just in the plastic shopping bag from the store. That didn’t make it any less charming when Jungkook started swinging the bag back and forth in one hand while doing the same thing to your hand on his other side.

The sun was beginning to set, but you could still feel its warmth in the breaks between the shady parts of the trail Jungkook led you on. The trail itself was basically a small gravel path that led from the parking lot to a picnic site overlooking a swampy lake. The trees that grew in the open grove by the picnic tables were extremely old, as they loomed high overhead.

Neither of you had spoken since you left the car. You were both enjoying the fresh air and new sights. The candid sounds of nature filled the air. From the buzzing of the cicadas, to the occasional whooping of unseen birds, the authenticity of it all had you in a trance. Jungkook squeezed your hand and you snapped back to reality. Your eyes wandered back to him to see a soft smile on his face.

“Is this table okay, baby?” he looked at you with his doe eyes.

“Yeah it’s good. Do you like this place so far?” you asked as you started to get the food out.

“I do. It’s beautiful. Everything is just so...natural. Obviously,” he chuckled, “The scenery is the second most beautiful thing here.”

“Mm okay I’ll bite. What’s the first most beautiful thing here?” you cocked your head in amusement.

“Me, of course! Why would you even ask that when you already know the answer?” he laughed.

“Oh you’re so right. How silly of me. I have your food here, you dork. Do you wanna start with the pineapples or watermelons first?”

“Let’s open the watermelons since it’s still kinda hot out,” he plopped down beside you.

You foolishly skipped lunch, so your stomach was killing you. Jungkook joked that it sounded like a dying cat during the car ride. Sometimes it got so loud that he could hear it over his music. He wanted you to eat while he drove, but you refused because you wanted to eat together. Thinking back, you realized you could have fed him while he was driving. It’s not an issue anymore though, not when you’re both wolfing down your sandwiches. The watermelon was definitely a good choice, as it was a perfect weapon to combat the heat.

There was a gazebo next to the water that allowed visitors to get a better view of the swampy environment. You led Jungkook over to it after packing up the leftovers (only a few pineapples were left). The water was murky, most of the vegetation that surfaced looked dead, and everything put together made the place seem perfect for filming a swamp horror film. Despite all of that, you couldn’t help but think it was still beautiful. Upon a closer look, you spotted some small turtles on the closest log by the gazebo. Of course you excitedly pointed them out to Jungkook, who cooed at how cute they were. Jungkook brought you closer to him so he could hug you from behind and rested his chin atop your head. He loved the height difference between you two, it always made him feel like that much more of YOUR man. He also mercilessly teased you for being short, but that was just an added bonus.

“Do you feel relaxed?” he whispered in your ear before nibbling it.

“I feel so relaxed, darling,” you say, leaning into him, “The sunset is gorgeous out here. Even if it feels like we’re about to get attacked by a swamp creature at any second.”

“Yeah, instead we’re being attacked by a billion fucking mosquitoes. Babe, I don’t think your bug spray is working,” Jungkook swatted away the hovering pests.

“But my mom got it for me! It’s supposed to be a more organic and natural spray,” you pout.

“Well, I’m sorry but your mom’s organic bug spray isn’t doing shit. In fact, I feel like it’s attracting them,” his swatting became more forceful.

“Oh, you’re not even getting bit. They’re all over ME,” you say as you started to feel insanely itchy all over your arms and legs, “Let’s go to the observatory, the sun has already begun to set. Also there are probably more mosquitoes here by the water, so let’s get the hell away from that.”

“There’s still about half an hour of sunlight left,” Jungkook observed after checking his phone, “We have some time to kill. Wanna check out more of this trail?”

“Sure. As long as it leads away from the water,” you shrugged as you followed Jungkook into the forested area.

Golden hour shone down through the trees. The rays made Jungkook glow and look even more ethereal. He rubbed his thumb over your hand as he led you down the trail. You absentmindedly brought his hand up to your mouth to plant a soft kiss on the back of it.

“I haven’t seen anyone on this trail the entire time we’ve been here,” Jungkook observed.

“It’s nice. It’s like our own little sanctuary,” you agreed.

“And you look so cute in that outfit of yours,” Jungkook’s voice lowered.

“What are you suggesting, Jungkook?” you played along, caressing his bicep.

Jungkook abruptly led you off the beaten path, into a more heavily wooded area. He spun you around into a deep kiss, backing you up against a tree. You palmed him through his pants, finding him already half hard.

“What if we get caught?” you huffed into his mouth.

“Doesn’t that make it more exciting?” he said as he nipped at your neck while fondling your breasts.

“I’m gonna have bug bites on my ass,” you laughed.

“I’ll bite your ass when we get back to even it out,” he chuckled into another kiss.

You forcefully switched positions with Jungkook as you tugged off his pants. You kissed along his jawline and down his neck before sinking to your knees in front of him. His erection bulged in his underwear, begging to be set free.

You teasingly licked him over his underwear, making him groan. As much as you wanted to continue teasing him, you didn’t want to get caught before he actually had the chance to fuck you.

You pulled off his underwear, leaving him fully exposed. You delicately kissed the tip of his penis like it was some sort of polite greeting. Then, you lewdly flattened your tongue on the base of his cock and licked a long stripe upwards and finished at the top with a swirl. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him off at a repetitive pace.

“Do you want me to fuck you here, baby?” Jungkook huffed above you.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you deepthroated him. Saliva dripped off his cock and down your chin, a sight that would make any man sweat. You nodded and released him with a satisfying *pop*.

“You’re so fucking sexy. Switch places with me and face the tree,” he commanded.

You did as he said, bending over at the waist. He tugged off your bottoms, revealing your dripping core. He tantalizingly ran his tip along your folds.

“Hurry up! I don’t wanna get caught,” you complained as you wiggled your butt at him.

“So impatient,” Jungkook admonished as he slapped your ass.

You didn’t have time to complain because he jammed his dick into you immediately after his slap. You instinctively covered your mouth to suppress your moans. Your free hand toyed with your clit, rubbing it intensely. The thought of being caught at any second had you even more wet than usual. Jungkook noticed.

“You’re so wet. I’m gonna cum in no time,” Jungkook groaned as he thrust deeper into you.

Jungkook released his load into you. You moaned as you felt his hot juices fill you up, mixing with your own mess as it dribbled down your legs. Jungkook gave your ass one last slap before rummaging for a spare napkin in the picnic bag. He cleaned you up as best as he could, but you desperately needed a shower. That’ll have to wait.

Retracing your steps, you both wound up back at the parking lot, which was perfect because the trail to the observatory was just on the other side. The once empty parking lot was now nearly full as the new arrivals made their way towards the observatory. The sun was almost fully set at this point, so it was getting a little hard to see.

“Babe look!” Jungkook shouted as he pointed to a little creature that scurried in front of you. You jump back from his sudden yell, and then lock eyes with the possum that stood in your path.

“I don’t know whether to be scared or to call it cute,” you say, clinging tightly onto Jungkook’s arm as the possum lost interest in your staring contest and continued on its journey.

“I would say it’s cute. As long as it doesn’t attack you. Oh holy SHIT babe don’t look up!” Jungkook found himself frozen in place.

“Huh why-- OH MY FUCKIN GOD!” you neglected to heed his warning. Looming about two feet above Jungkook’s head was a gigantic spider. The web it was dangling from was enormous. You hate all kinds of insects (yes a spider isn’t an insect, but it falls under the creepy crawly category so you hate it too) but spiders are by far the scariest to you. After you screamed you clutched Jungkook’s arm tighter, probably cutting off his circulation.

“Okay okay just close your eyes and keep close to me. It seems like those guys are strung along the entire path,” Jungkook kept you by his side as you guys progressed past the trees. You helplessly kept your eyes closed and completely relied on Jungkook to guide you. Thankfully, it only took about three minutes to get past all the trees; the observatory was in an open clearing. Jungkook gave you the ok to open your eyes again.

“Thank you Kookie, you’re so sweet to me,” you kissed Jungkook softly on the cheek.

“Usually I’d make fun of you, but those things kinda freaked me out. So I could only imagine how scared you’d be of them. Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you,” Jungkook returned your affection with a kiss on the forehead.

The line for the main telescope was already long, so you guys ventured off to one of the smaller ones instead. There were three big telescopes in the overall observatory. Amateur stargazers were scattered around the deck with their personal telescopes. You saw them letting other people see through them, so you made a mental note to check them out after the main telescopes. The sun had finally set, and now the dark sky was illuminated with shining stars.

As you waited in line, you looked back at Jungkook, who hadn’t let go of your hand this entire time. His eyes were glued to the wonders above him. His doe eyes were wide and twinkled more than you’ve ever seen before. His mouth was agape and you were amused by how captivated he was; everything about this boy was so pure. It was in that moment that you realized you had fallen head over heels for him. You wanted to tell him you loved him right then and there, but you held your tongue. You were worried that he didn’t feel the same way. Hopefully one day he could return the sentiment, but for now you will keep those three words to yourself.

“You lot are pretty lucky! It had been cloudy for the past week. Tonight’s the first night that the sky’s been clear. It’s also the perfect night to view Saturn!” the telescope’s attendant informed the people in line.

You and Jungkook were the next people to go. You were amazed at how big the telescope was, and this wasn’t even the big main one yet. You went first. You climbed up a small step stool to get to the eye piece. You peered into it and was amazed by what you saw. The image was not the clearest, but it was pretty evident that you were looking at Saturn because of the iconic rings. Of course you could look up better pictures of Saturn online, but seeing it for yourself made it more special. Experiencing it all with Jungkook was something you would not trade for the world. You waited for Jungkook outside after you finished.

“Wasn’t that incredible ___?! We actually saw all the rings! And it’s a pretty color! I mean it’s like a reddish brown. We can call it a rusty color because that sounds cooler...ah I can’t wait to go to the main telescope,” Jungkook grabbed your hand and bounded to the next line. Watching him get so excited was enough to make getting eaten alive by mosquitoes worth it (yeah, they never ceased their attack on you).

“Is this the best date you’ve ever been on then?” you squeezed his hand as he continued to bounce up and down. His abundant energy always amazed you, and certainly came in handy in certain situations *wink wink*.

“Oh is this a date? What? Do you like me or something, ___?” he teased, looking down at you, “Yes, this is hands down the best date I have ever been on. Thank you for suggesting this babe,” he grabbed your other hand and pulled you in for a kiss. You weren’t fond of PDA, but you’re willing to make an exception for Jungkook.

The wait in line lasted for about half an hour, and you wondered which celestial being this telescope was being focused on. Everything around the observing deck was kept dark to make it easier to see through the telescopes. It was also advised to not look at any phone screens because your eyes would have to readjust to the darkness afterward. You and Jungkook complied with the tip for the optimal viewing experience. Jungkook was rambling about UFO conspiracy theories when you interrupted him by pointing out the fireflies behind him. They danced in the darkness of the open air, and it was your turn to be captivated. Yes, you hated insects, but fireflies had a special place in your heart. You thought they were fairies when you were younger, and you would spend hours playing with them. Your parents would even help you catch them. The nostalgia that hit automatically put a smile on your face.

“You’re adorable, you know that ___?” Jungkook smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, “I wish you’d look at me that way,” he pouted.

“Oh shut up Kookie. I do look at you that way, but you never notice,” you stuck your tongue at him. Jungkook laughed in response. His laughter stopped and his eyes widened when he realized you guys were next in line.

“What is this one looking at?” Jungkook asked the telescope attendant.

“Oh, all three of these are pointed at Saturn,” he replied.

“Oh no, we waited in line for so long just to look at the same thing,” you said, shoulders sagging.

“Awesome! Since this one is the biggest, does that mean that we’ll get a better view than the other two telescopes?” Jungkook asked, his eyes twinkling once again.

“Uh, technically yes. But only slightly better, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference,” the attendant replied as he let Jungkook enter.

From the way he asked, it probably didn’t bother Jungkook that he’d be seeing the same thing again. Once it was your turn, you realized the attendant was right. There wasn’t much of a difference in the quality of the image you were seeing, but it didn’t make personally seeing Saturn any less magical.

“Seeing it a second time was super cool. Can you believe it? People a hundred years ago would have never thought they’d see Saturn with their own eyes!” Jungkook greeted you when you came out.

“Yeah that’s all pretty dope, but I kinda wanted to see something else. Maybe some of the people who brought their own telescopes are looking at other things,” you took Jungkook’s hand and made a beeline to the amateur stargazers.

There was an interesting assortment of telescopes there. Some were big and bulky, some were sleek and aesthetically pleasing, and some just straight up looked like weapons. Multiple people were willing to let you both look through their telescopes. You both saw an additional two stars whose names you will never remember, along with seeing Saturn one last time.

You and Jungkook stood in the middle of the deck, gazing upwards to soak in the clarity of the stars before your departure. As if the night couldn’t get any more magical, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Oohs and aahs were heard from people in the general vicinity when they saw it too. Jungkook pulled you close to him, his face inches from yours.

“You know, maybe we were lovers in a past life, because I feel like I’ve known you forever. I think you’re the most special thing in this universe. Thank you for today,” Jungkook said tenderly.

“You’re welcome, darling. I would give you the whole world if I could,” you smiled, slowly leaning closer to him.

“For you, my dear, I’ll give you your own personal galaxy,” Jungkook practically whispered as he cupped your face and brought you in for a kiss. The kiss was the epitome of sweet, as his soft lips brushed against yours without much force. You swear you’ve never been happier in your life. Thank the stars for Jeon Jungkook.

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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this is so random but can you do a fluff headcanon of seeing his s/o in a kimono for Sakusa, Suna, and Atsumu. And maybe kuroo, komori, and kita too I watch this todomomo CD drama the other day where the two saw each other in festival and they're like so cute frickin' cute todoroki compliment Momo, being kinda open towards her, and Momo just being really soft and cute makes me giggle and smile.

AHHH that is just such a good idea. I'm always so soft when they see each other wearing yukata's or kimono's at festivals. I only wish they had that sorta stuff where I live too 😭🤚💕💕💕✨

And omg yghhhh todomomo is such a cute ship, like I genuinely adore them both so much >:(

The boys seeing their cute s/o in a kimono

Characters: Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Kuroo, Sakusa

Warnings: none

Atsumu

Okay so Atsumu would definitely be extremely smooth. like he's internally freaking out and thinking you look so adorable!! but on the outside he's just trying to play it cool so you don't catch on.

His eyes would literally not leave you and he's just taking in how you look the entire time.

“yer ready ta go babe?” with this hot ass smirk on his face.

You're just blushing and you nod and follow him, your geta making sounds beneath you.

When you reach there, you're buying takoyaki, and you ask him if he wants some.

He ends up eating almost everything, like what the heck, man?

Apologizes and buys you more.

Would definitely try to show off and win you stuff at the festival to prove how manly™ he is, and also hopes he impresses you in the process.

“hey babe, watch me win this for you” and he's having a full-fledged war with the kid he's competing with.

He ends up winning and sticking his tongue out at the kid. Because it's basically canon that his mental age drops to 5 when he's competitive about things.

You just ruffle his hair and congratulate him.

Would definitely do the whole yawning and bringing you closer to him thing, when you've decided to take a break and rest.

He's trying to be slick, please don't call him out.

Your friends text you, telling you about the firecracker show and you ask Tsumu if he'd be okay to stay for that.

He practically jumps!! at the chance!! I mean, more time spent with you is always good :]

Asks if he can have your first kiss under the firecrackers. He's a consensual king

After you say yes, he'd just gently cup your face and lean down (WE LIVE FOR MFING HEIGHT DIFFERENCES!!) and kiss your lips gently at first, as the sky is filled with bursts of colour.

Y'all definitely end up making out but that's a different story

Walks you home after everything is over, and tells you how much he liked spending time with you on the way home.

“ya looked beautiful today, y/n-chan” and he has the shyest look on his face.

You kiss his nose and walk inside, leaving him flustered on your doorstep.

Kita

Plans this weeks in advance, after hearing about the festival, and musters up the courage to ask you to go with him.

You jump at the chance. At first you think the whole team is coming along, until a flustered Kita says “i hope it would just be the two of us.”

Your eyes widen and you're both just blushing messes looking at the ground.

You both arrive early, and laugh, seeing how you had the same idea to come a bit earlier.

He looks at you in the kimono and takes a few deep breaths before genuinely complimenting you in the most poetic way possible?

“your beauty is unrivalled, y/n-san. Even the brightest lamp is nothing when compared to the radiance you emit.”

And you're just so Mcfreaking flustered™?????? Like where did he learn how to make your heart go doki doki like that omg

You guys would probably be very rational about making your way around the festival.

Food first, and maybe we'll play some games later?

He definitely pays for everything ugh, such a gentleman, eventho you told him it was okay.

And old lady at one of the stalls flusters the two of you by saying he has such a pretty girlfriend.

And he just smiles, with flushed cheeks. Neither of you disagree.

It starts drizzling and the two of you find shelter under a tree.

You're a bit sad about how your kimono got a bit ruined after slipping in some mud, and he gently helps your roll the area up and wipes it with a tissue.

He also smiles and tries to crack a joke by saying “the clouds thought you were so beautiful, they started crying” as he gestured to the rain.

Although the fireworks show was cancelled, Kita wrapped his arms around you and kept you warm, as you talked so many things, whilst waiting for the rain to stop.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise :)

He gently holds your hand at some point too, and plays with your fingers, pressing a small kiss to the back of your hand.

The rain finally stops and he walks you home, thanking you for spending time with him.

You take a deep breath and kiss him before entering your house, and he smiles through the kiss.

“i've always wanted to do that” he says softly, after kissing you gently again and waving goodbye.

Suna

Going out with Suna was definitely an impromtu plan of some sort. Like he just randomly texts you, asking if you want to go and you agree.

Definitely sends you a few memes about how he can't wait and begins to get ready.

You guys meet there and both of you are just so shocked at how the other looks.

Suna thinks you look gorgeous, and he tries to tell you in a teasing way. Much like Atsumu, he's trying to play it down when he's actually so flustered.

“hey dork, you don't look too bad”

You're not good at hiding your thoughts though, and you blurt out a rushed “Suna were you always this hot?” gesturing to his Yukata.

Y/n-chan I think you broke Suna.

He's just a flustered mess and he doesn't reply, instead saying he's hungry and buying something to eat. He buys one for you too, and suggests you guys walk and eat at the same time.

Definitely shows you memes and takes videos of you as the night progresses and the two of you loosen up and start doing dumb stuff.

Takes lots of pictures of you so he can document how pretty you look and keep it with him.

You pose for some, whilst some are just totally candid, with absolutely no pretense, your beauty in its natural glory.

Suna is just so whipped, and he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't tell you honestly, so he wipes some sauce off from the side of your lip and kisses you gently.

It's a quick peck, but it took lots of courage.

“i mean to tell you earlier, y/n, but you look beautiful in this kimono”

You smile, and he's just so super happy he got over his nerves.

“thank you Suna. I think you look amazing in your yukata” you say softly, as you run your fingers along the hem of it, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

The fireworks are just streaking bursts of colour across the sky, and you're looking into each others' eyes with so much adoration.

“just now's kiss was too short” you murmur softly as you capture him in a passionate kiss.

It gets really late, and you guys go home. He makes sure you're walking back with your friends before heading home himself.

Calls you after he reaches home and tells you he had an amazing night.

He definitely looks over all the pictures he took of you and makes one of them his lockscreen

Kuroo

I actually mean this if I could date any of the hq boys I would date Kuroo. He's such a sweetheart and I adore him to bits and pieces.

So Kuroo asks you to the festival with a bet. He's like “if Nekoma wins this match, you'll go on a date with me to the festival, kitten.”

And he has the hottest smirk on his face. Like stfu and leave some pretty for other men >:(

You're so flustered but you eventually agree.

No surprise that Nekoma wins both sets and it's mainly because Kuroo didn't let a single ball go past him, he was literally on fire.

So he's smiling and tells you he'll pick you up at 8.00.

I'm pretty sure Kuroo is a total gentlemen, so he meets your parents they totally love him and he's just waiting for you to come down when he sees how lovely you look in a kimono, and he's the literal embodiment of the 😍 emoji.

Like he can't tear his eyes off of you and you're getting so flustered, so you just drag him out of the house and to the festival.

“Such a dom, aren't you kitten?”

When you're at the festival he tries playing a game. He wants to win you something, so he's pretty serious and focused.

He ends up winning and he's all like “so I got reward for you. Do I get a reward from you?” and he's just lowering his face to meet yours.

So you grudgingly kiss his cheek but you definitely loved it, ok?

He definitely buys food and will not eat any of it unless you feed him.

Feeds you too, and takes cute selfies to post on his Instagram.

You guys end up taking a lot of selfies together and trying out all the cute filters. Kuroo's favourite picture is one of you looking at him whilst talking to him, your eyes super bright, and he's just smiling for the camera, but his eyes are on you.

Makes it his phone wallpaper on the spot, to your delight.

Informs you of a fireworks show happening in a little while, and settles down to find an empty place to enjoy it.

Wraps as arm around you because it's apparently "cold" and "your kimono won't keep you warm like his arms will"

You complain but secretly love it.

He then goes full-on nerd more and explains the science behind fireworks, whilst the colours are filling the night sky.

But he soon goes quiet after seeing the colours reflected in your eyes. He's so shy, and he literally can't help himself, he kisses your lips softly.

You guys totally smile into the kiss ugh this is so cute.

Takes you home responsibly and thanks you and your parents before leaving.

Sends you a thank you text before falling asleep, dubbing the night he saw you in a kimono "the best night of his life, to date"

I'm gonna cry Kuroo is so important to me, I love him so much.

Sakusa

Okay in my opinion, you'll have to be the one asking Sakusa out. He'll be super moody about it, but internally, he's dying to go.

You arrive at his doorstep to pick him up and he's just blushing at how cute you look in the kimono.

Like wow aight thank God I'm wearing a mask because this blush is fresh as heck +_+

Silently passes you a tube of hand sanitizer and you're so confused.

“if you put this on, we'll be able to hold hands.”

You're close to dying, no one has ever been able to touch Sakusa's hands, or hand sanitizer before. So you eagerly put it on, and intertwine your soft hands with his.

He's just so touch starved, so he holds your hand tighter as you guys make your way to the festival.

Sakusa hates it there. He waits for you to buy food before finding a secluded area to get away from the crowds.

You're also kinda glad you'll get to spend some time alone with him, so you aren't complaining.

You guys talk about lots of things, you definitely being the more flirty one in the conversation.

You suddenly muster up the guys to tug his mask down softly, seeing his pink cheeks and soft smile.

“can I kiss you?” you ask gently, eyes fixated on his lips.

“yes” he breathlessly replies, as your lips make your way to his, the sky is lit with fireworks, but the two of you hardly notice.

Your hand is tangled in his soft curly hair, and you're both blushing messes.

He walks you back, this time, and thanks you for spending a wonderful night out with him.

Low-key feels bad that you didn't get to enjoy the festival properly, so he tries to make it up to you by buying you lunch the next day. Very wholesome 10/10

[Ari's note: AHHHHH This was such a whirlwind to write it actually took me so long so I hope you enjoy this <3]

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kurokoros · 4 years

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cat out of the bag | masterlist

Chapter One: dial back the thirst

Two teams; one bitter rivalry. As manager of the Karasuno college volleyball team, you probably shouldn’t be seeing Kuroo, the Nekoma captain. How long can you keep the cat in the bag before your team finds out?

AN: Full 2K scene under the cut! Enjoy! Fingers crossed that I get the next part out on Wednesday to make up for not posting this on Friday!

Honestly, you should have expected Bokuto’s “casual” party to be anything but. Even with Fukurodani’s level-headed setter present, the volleyball team easily fed on Bokuto’s chaotic nature, and it wasn’t long before some of the first years got into the alcohol, much to Kaori’s chagrin. Though you came with Kaori and Yukie, it didn’t take long for the three of you to split apart, with Yukie disappearing with her boyfriend and Kaori relegated to playing babysitter for the rest of the night.

You aren’t sure how you ended up talking to Akaashi, exactly, but you can’t complain.

Taking another sip of your own drink, you hurriedly slip your phone back into your pocket, ignoring the frantic buzzing from the group chat asking you more about your “sexy mystery man” as Yukie put it. As you fiddle with the sleeve of your Fukurodani sweatshirt (courtesy of Yukie for spilling whatever ungodly concoction of fruit punch, tequila, and other trace amounts of alcohol Bokuto came up with all over your own jacket), you cast a glance around the room. You try to be subtle, but your nonchalance crumbles as soon as your eyes latch onto the aforementioned stupidly hot volleyball player.

Lingering a little too long on the firm muscles revealed by his short-sleeves, heat prickles across your skin when those hazel, cat-like eyes lock with yours as if he’d already been staring at you. The right side of his mouth curls into a pleased smirk. He straightens to his full height, towering over his friend standing beside him. And then he winks.

You almost choke on your drink.

Beside you, Akaashi snorts, and you catch him mid-eyeroll as your gaze snaps back to him. Shit, if he saw what just happened, he’ll never let you live it down. The Fukurodani vice-captain doesn’t look at you though. Instead, his attention is locked on his phone as he types out a quick response to whoever is texting him--probably Bokuto sending him drunk memes again. You quirk a brow, but don’t ask.

Suddenly, his expression shifts from fond annoyance to something serious. Akaashi glances across the room, lips pressed into a stern line. You can’t be sure who he’s looking at in the packed room, but your attempt to follow his gaze leads you right back to the mystery man that you’ve been casually staring at since he first walked through the door. Hazel eyes shift between you and Akaashi curiously, and his smirk widens as he turns back to his phone.

“Something wrong?” you ask Akaashi, who’s now staring at his phone in exasperation as another text comes through. You nudge him with your shoulder, taking another sip of your drink.

Dark blue eyes glance at you. “Not yet,” he tells you cryptically, stuffing his phone back into his pocket without responding to the text. Sighing, he mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch.

Your brows furrow at his bizarre answer, and you lower your cheap, plastic cup in order to send him a look, but he just waves you off and crosses his arms over his chest. Before you can press the subject, Akaashi rolls his eyes, looking past you at someone else. “Kuroo,” he greets with a nod.

Glancing up at the new arrival, your breath catches when you find a pair of eyes you’re quickly becoming familiar with staring right back at you. If you’d still been drinking, you think you would have choked for real this time. Hot volleyball boy is even more attractive up close, which you, frankly, didn’t think could be possible. He’s even taller than you thought, lean with broad shoulders, and damn it’s a little embarrassing how quickly your gaze drops to his arms, but the way he rakes his fingers through his messy hair only emphasizes his biceps.

You practically rip your eyes away from him, but it’s too late.

Kuroo’s lips curve upwards at the edges like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, grin lazy in a way that has a slow shiver rolling down your spine. There’s no way to play it off like you were doing anything but checking him out--which you totally blame on Bokuto’s godawful mixed drinks--but you can’t really feel ashamed when he’s eyeing you just as much interest. He lingers on you for just a second too long before turning back to your surly companion.

“Kaashi. How ya doin’ buddy?” Kuroo glances at you pointedly again, clearly trying to get Akaashi to introduce you, and you bite your lip to muffle your laughter as Akaashi just stares back in annoyance, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else right now.

Without bothering to reply to Kuroo, Akaashi turns to you and places a hand on your head. You huff as he ruffles your hair. “I’m going to look for Bokuto,” he tells you as you swat his hand away. Amusement curls at the corner of his mouth, but it’s gone as soon as he turns back to the other man. “Behave.” It’s a warning if you’ve ever heard one.

Kuroo’s smirk widens. “Have fun!” he calls after Akaashi, who pretends not to hear him as he slips into the crowd in search of his not-boyfriend. You snort into your drink, rolling your eyes at his retreating frame, and that’s when Kuroo glances down at you again. There’s something like mischief in his eyes. “So,” he starts casually, “do you have eleven protons? Cause you’re so-dayum fine.”

It shouldn’t be funny. Really, it shouldn’t. But something about the way he says it so nonchalantly has an embarrassing giggle slipping from you. That only makes him look more pleased, and an amused sound pulls from the back of his throat as he introduces himself properly.

You tell him your name as well, unable to stop the smile from overtaking you. “So, is that how you introduce yourself to everyone?” you ask, fiddling with your empty cup. Slowly, you glance around the crowded room, searching for Yukie or Kaori, but it isn’t long before you’re staring up at Kuroo unabashedly again, some unexplainable magnetic pull making you want to lean in closer.

The question makes his lips twitch. Kuroo leans back against the wall beside you, gaze lazy and playful as he looks back at you. “Not always,” he admits, making you snort softly. “My friend Yaku kind of goaded me into it. Said I should stop staring and talk to you.”

“Did he?” You bite back a stupid smile.

Kuroo chuckles and reaches up to run a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah. I believe his exact words were to go talk to the pretty girl with Akaashi, because my staring was ‘gross and obnoxious,’ ” he quotes, making a face. Something in his expression shifts as he glances at you. A little softer than before. A little nervous.

You don’t miss a beat, nodding in understanding. “Ah, one of those friends. I think Akaashi was getting ready to say something similar to me.”

“Akaashi does have a way with words doesn’t he?” he jokes.

“Oh, absolutely.” Shoving away from the wall, you come to stand in front of him, head cocked to one side as you look him over again, again lingering on the lean muscle lining his arms. Kuroo preens under the attention, back straightening and eyes lighting up as you lean in a little closer than necessary. “So, do you have more pick-up lines on standby, or are you not as charming as you look?” It’s bolder than anything you’d usually say, but you’re two drinks in and he’s hot, so you might as well shoot your shot.

You didn’t think his smirk could get any wider, but it does. “Well I could tell you one about gravity, but it might make you fall for me.”

Snorting, you roll your eyes and reach for another cup of Bokuto’s mixed drinks sitting on a nearby table. Even still, you can feel your face heating up from the silly pick-up line. “Oh come on, you can do better than that,” you tease back, goading him.

You bring the rim of the cup to your lips, eyes locked on his as you take a slow drink. Kuroo watches you, wetting his lips. “You sure you wanna play that game, kitten?”

The petname makes your breathing hitch; he notices. “Definitely.”

You don’t know how long you spend talking to Kuroo, just that doing so is incredibly easy. Easier than it should be, considering you’ve just met, but it helps that you have friends in common. It’s strange that you’ve never met before now, considering he’s friends with Bokuto and has to be a volleyball player. There’s no way that he isn’t. And you’re so sure that you would have recognized him if you’d seen him before, but the thought slips away from you by the time you finish your next drink.

Kuroo is just as charming as you expected, teasing you with silly pick-up lines that wouldn’t work coming from anyone but him, but silly, too. He croons along with the songs playing over the speakers, and tells you about the stupid things he and Bokuto got up to in high school. At one point he slips into a tangent about some chemistry theory that you don’t understand, but the way his eyes light up more than makes up for your confusion.

He’s a dork. An incredibly sexy dork, but still a dork. And you end up cuddled up next to him on the couch downstairs as the party starts to wind down, your limbs heavy and sleep starting to tug at your senses. Your legs are tossed over his lap, head on his shoulder, and Kuroo doesn’t seem to be complaining in the slightest.

“Okay, okay,” you giggle, leaning further into his chest as you peek up at him. “What’s the worst sciency pick-up line you know?”

He hums. “Worst as in bad or nasty?”

“Surprise me.”

He thinks about it for a minute, brows furrowed as his head lolls back against the couch. Two long, calloused fingers idly stroke the bare skin of your shoulder where his arm is wrapped loosely around you. You shift against his chest to watch his lips twitch as he finds an answer. “If I was an endoplasmic reticulum, how would you want me: smooth or rough?”

And you crack up. “Has that ever worked?”

“Fuck no!” Kuroo sends you a look, chuckling himself. “The only other person I’ve ever told that one to is my friend Kenma. I’ve never seen anyone more disgusted.”

After your laughter dies down, you manage to ask the question that’s been swimming at the forefront of your mind since you first saw him across the room. “So how long have you been playing volleyball?”

He quirks a brow. “How do you know I play volleyball?”

Snorting, you gesture vaguely around the now half-empty room. “Aside from this being a party hosted by the boy’s volleyball team? You look the type.”

“Yeah?” You can hear the smile in his voice. “How’s that, kitten?” he asks, reaching for his drink.

“Your thighs,” you admit bluntly, and Kuroo chokes on his drink, eyes wide as they snap to you. “Definitely your thighs.” And then, because there’s no way you’re sober right now, you punctuate this statement by reaching down and grabbing one of said thighs, giving the firm muscle a gentle pat that turns into more of a cheeky squeeze.

Kuroo looks at you like he isn’t sure whether to be amused or shocked, but his smirk shifts into something softer. “You’re drunk, huh?”

You nod. “Absolutely.”

Chuckling, he shakes his head. The fingers that have been absentmindedly stroking your arm come to a stop as you curl into his side and close your eyes. “Do you need me to find one of your friends?” Kuroo’s voice is quiet, his breath warm against your ear.

“No.” You shake your head, effectively nuzzling closer to him without realizing it. “Stay.”

He does.

Taglist: OPEN

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro smau #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu smau #fic: cat out of the bag

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animetrashlord-007 · 4 years

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Tumblr Takeover

Word Count;; 2.2k

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Ushijima x Reader

Summary;;

[The cringe is real, folks]

Notes;; Published: 2017-04-06

My Masterlist

You groaned as you scrolled through your Tumblr profile, glaring at the content that seemed to have no end. What used to be your messy, themeless blog filled predominantly with anime, shitposting and the occasional debate, now contained volleyball. Only volleyball. You slammed your laptop shut before packing your school supplies and running out the door. Your teacher would never let you hear the end of it if you were late for the third day in a row, even if you tried to pass the blame onto a certain third year. It was his fault after all; he altered your entire blog overnight without asking beforehand, and the early morning discovery put you into a temporary state of shock. You growled and quickened your pace - no sane teacher would accept that excuse and you had no intention of gaining detention because of a volleyball-obsessed dork. Once you reached class (on time, much to your amazement), your irritation faded. As much as you hated to admit, it wasn't his fault. You should have expected this to happen sooner or later. You knew what you were getting into when you shared your account with him. He had told you his intentions at the beginning: Ushijima wanted to share his love of volleyball with you and your poor followers.

It wasn't like you disliked the sport either; you knew your school’s team well enough to attend their matches (with only mild persuasion necessary on their part) and, while you could see the appeal, it wasn't your first pick for a hobby. In fact, it wouldn't be your second or third pick either, but if you had to choose a sport… you might consider it. In all honesty, the thing you enjoyed most about volleyball was the players. Shiratorizawa’s team was determined and they had talent. Somehow your admiration for their abilities had led you to befriending each of them to different degrees. When you saw Tendou in the halls, you’d yell manga references at one another, each quote becoming more obscure than the last, until the bell rang and you both bolted to class. Goshiki did his best to avoid you after watching you challenge Shirabu to an impromptu dance-off, which, to his horror, his upperclassman accepted. Neither of you were being very serious as you dropped it low and pumped it up, laughing at how stupid you both looked, yet Goshiki claimed to be scarred for life. At lunch most days you pretended to study with Yamagata and Ohira whilst spamming Semi with memes and vine compilations. He once blessed you with a response, and had it not been at two in the morning after a long night of studying, you would have been impressed with the video of Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up” on loop for ten hours. Never in your life would you have suspected to be Rick Rolled by your senpai, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge. Feeling invigorated, you continued to spam him every chance you got. To his regret, that included sending TED talks about asexual reproduction in various species in the dead of night when you were unable to sleep.

“I think the real question here is why the hell do you watch videos about animal reproduction at midnight every week?” Semi sighed as he wiped the sweat off his brow before throwing his towel at you.

“Gross! I don't want your stinky towel!” You snapped, tossing it back. You grimaced as you stretched, the obnoxious cracking of several joints resonated throughout the gym. After being hunched over your textbooks for the first half of their practice, it was nice to stand up and move your tired muscles. Goshiki muttered a protest to your presence under his breath, which you elected to ignore.

“No way, she still sends those to you?” Tendou bellowed, slapping his friend’s back with a grin. The setter shrugged, shooting you glare before walking back onto the court, leaving you with the middle blocker. His grin fell into a devious smirk upon seeing your narrowed eyes. Knowing full well what his mind was focused on and that he had no intention of letting his inquiry go unanswered, you stalked toward the door. He kept pace with you, poking you as he continued, “You can't avoid it that easily.”

Feigning naivety, you quipped, “I don't watch them, I just send them to Semi to bug him.”

“Oh, no, no, you don’t. Not that question, the one before that. Why don't you annoy Ushijima like you do everyone else?”

You allowed a quick smile to flicker across your features before turning to the boy who was still following you to the door and ignoring his coach’s calls to return to the damn court already. Pure bliss flooded your mind as you pursed your lips, hand lifted over your heart in mock despair as your eyes quivered. Giving yourself a mental pat on the back for being on the verge of tears, you whispered, “I annoy you, Satori-kun?”

“No! Of course not! I just meant-”

“I'm sorry, Satori-kun, I'll leave you all alone from now on,” a single tear flowed down your cheek and you just about imploded with pride. Who needs to take theatre courses when you have this much natural talent?

“No, no! Don't cry!” Looking to his teammates for help, he pointed at you with exasperation. His silent pleas were met with snickers as they each turned their back on the scene.

On the outside, you were a delicate mess. On the inside, however, you were rejoicing. No longer was his mind on why you acted just a touch different with the team’s ace (since evidently nothing slipped past those maroon eyes of his), but rather on how to stop the waterworks that threatened to break before him. All that was left was to run out of the gym, celebrate your narrow escape, and continue to avoid him until you could formulate a believable excuse. You didn't want him to catch on to the small crush you had developed on Ushijima, but more importantly, you didn't want him to know about your Tumblr. He would never let you live down your low-effort blog after he had shown you his organised manga-themed one. Nevermind the the flack you would receive about how much of a pushover you had become to allow Ushijima full reign over it. Perhaps you could lie and say that the third year intimidated you, so you didn't want to push your luck around him. Maybe fortune would favour you and Tendou would drop the subject completely after this disaster. Knowing him, however, that was unlikely.

“I'll just go, since I annoy you-”

“What did you do this time?” A gravelly voice resounded across the room. It sent shivers down your spine as you faced the sound. Ushijima towered over you, a mix between confusion and disappointment aimed toward Tendou. The redhead just laughed before running back onto the court.

“Hey Wakatoshi-kun, did you finish your exam?” You fumbled with your bag strap as you tried to sidle out of his vision. Much to your dismay, his eyes followed you with an intensity that would make a weaker person crumble.

“What did he do?” Reiterating his question with a deepening frown, he moved in front of the door and blocked your escape.

“Oh, you know Tendou-kun. Everything he does is annoying. Well, I've got to go!”

“Before you leave, did you see our Tumblr? I changed it a little.”

“A little?” You repeated, bitterness tainting the smile you flashed toward him, “You changed it more than a little, Ushijima-kun. My favourite part of it would have to be the ask from a mutual about why I'm suddenly a volleyball blog, and if I'm sharing my account because it seemed even more all over the place than usual and I just loved waking up to a new theme as well. Yes, it was very nice, Ushiwaka-kun, very nice.”

“You should try regulating your breathing, you look flustered. I am glad you liked it, however. I spent a decent amount of time on it,” he nodded, brushing past you to join his team in their practice. Unbelievable.

“Oi, you! We're not done here! I'll be calling you tonight, so, uh, prepare yourself!” You shouted after him, huffing at his thumbs-up. A tinge of pink painted the tips of your ears when Semi and Shirabu smirked at you, which bloomed into a full blush at Tendou’s, “You can call on him anytime!”

The rest of the day whirled by in a blur. You couldn't procrastinate on Tumblr without being reminded of your new theme, which turned off your desire to slack off in general. You finished your homework early, then you finished next week’s as well. Something seemed off, but you didn't stop to question it - you were motivated to work for once and you didn't want to jinx your flow. Even after finishing two essays, you had time to kill before you could call Ushijima. Since he was tardy to practice, he would undoubtedly stay late to make up the lost time. Heading to the kitchen, you grabbed out the ice cream and threw yourself down on the couch. With nothing left to do, binge-watching Netflix would feel rather guilt-free for once. Your relaxation was cut short when you heard a knock at the door.

“I don't want to buy your shit, go away!”

“It's Ushijima,” a palpable pause, “and I'm not selling anything. I have your textbooks. You left them in the gym.”

You groaned at your own stupidity. How could you have let Tendou work you up enough to abandon your textbooks? On top of that, you allowed your desire to scold Ushijima to blind you to your obvious lack of study material. Without it, the likelihood of errors had increased exponentially. You smacked yourself with a pillow; now you would have to double-check all your homework. Anxiety tickled your numbing thoughts as you turned off the television. You didn't make any effort to meet him at the door, “Ugh, just come in already.”

He offered a nod in acknowledgement as he entered the living room and placed the books on the table. He sat down next to you, smiling as he grabbed the dessert from your hands. You were used to him being in your home after many an afternoon spent showing him how to use Tumblr. What came as a surprise was watching him eat the ice cream. Most days he would return it to the freezer, disregarding your pleas. You took the chance to observe him while his own gaze fell to the carpeted floor. The embodiment of a proper gentleman, he maintained perfect posture. He was still in his school uniform, and he always looked tense in it, but he seemed to loosen up when he was in your home. You knew he had taken a shower at the school, which he usually did after practice, because his hair had been styled once more. You always appreciated how the minty scent of his body wash lingered throughout your house even after he left. His clothes seemed tighter, clinging to his damp skin, providing an even more exquisite view of his muscles. Eyes falling to his legs, you let your mind wander and toy with the notion of seeing those thighs bare of clothing. You didn't notice when he turned to you at last, still lost in your own somewhat perverted thoughts. Coughing to gain your attention, he cocked an eyebrow, “Enjoying yourself?”

“Shut up, you smell nice.”

He blinked, a tinge of red dusting his cheeks, before continuing, “What did you want to talk about?”

“I was going to call you. You didn't need to arrive at my house unannounced and start eating my food,” you mumbled, hitting his arm, “but I wanted to talk to you about getting your own Tumblr. Or, I guess since you already took over mine, I could start a new one.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why, doofus? When I showed you my Tumblr, I didn't intend for you to take it over. I just thought you might want to see that someone posted one of your matches and it was getting notes,” you sighed, hitting his arm again. He chuckled at the effort, lifting a spoon of the frozen dessert to your lips. You swore under your breath as your cheeks exploded with crimson heat upon swallowing the treat.

“I'm sorry,” he placed the tub of ice cream on the table before facing you once more, taking your hands within his, “You mentioned how your blog was personal to you, and I enjoyed that you shared it with me. I enjoy spending time you.”

“Oi, you can't just say things like that! Dammit, Bakatoshi! You're making me blush!” You slapped his arm once more, earning an amused grunt from the attractive volleyball-obsessed idiot. He leaned in to you, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“It was nice having something that was ours,” You could feel his breath on your lips as he caressed your cheek. Your heart skipped a few beats, waiting for him to make his move.

“Geez, just kiss me already, Wakatoshi-kun!” You closed the gap, lips smashing against his. If he was surprised by your forwardness, he didn’t show it. Instead he entwined his fingers within your hair, returning the kiss with equal passion. Patience was never one of your strong suits, not that either of you were complaining.

#haikyuu!!#Ushijima Wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #hq #anime #anime x reader #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction #anime oneshot #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fanfiction #ushijima oneshot #ushijima fanfic #animetrashlord-007

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jade4813 · 4 years

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The Lies We Tell Ourselves, Chapter 3

Fandom: Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist

Title: The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Rating: PG (I’m assuming it’ll stay there?)

Pairing: Zoey/Max

Synopsis: Max would do anything for Zoey. Including posing as her fake boyfriend to give her father one last “big moment” to celebrate with her. Nothing could possibly go wrong. After all, it’s only his heart that stands to be broken. Right?

Chapter: 3/?

Author’s Notes: Takes place after Zoey’s Extraordinary Glitch.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

What would she do without Max? It was a question she’d asked herself several times over the years, but never as often or with as much heartfelt gratitude as over the last few days. He couldn’t heal her father or take away her pain, but he had made her laugh over dinner and offered her silent support and unrelenting strength for the conversation that followed. And when she told him she wanted to spend the weekend alone in her apartment, processing her grief, he didn’t try to convince her to go out and be social. Instead, he spent the weekend sending her ridiculous memes and corny jokes that made her laugh and, for a few minutes at least, took her mind off her sorrow.

She was stepping out of the café, fortifying cup of coffee and lemon poppyseed muffin in hand, when her phone beeped to notify her of an incoming text. Zoey was smiling before she even grabbed her phone, already knowing who it would be. Her smile turned into a snort of laughter when she saw Max pick up their conversation from where they’d left it off the night before.

“I think we really need to get everyone at work in on this because it’s really important to me that you accept that you’re wrong. In fact, you’re so wrong, I’m a little worried about how you could think you were right about this.”

“You’re out of your mind! I’m totally right about this!” she wrote back quickly. “A T-Rex would totally take the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!”

Three ellipses appeared at the bottom of the screen, followed by Max’s response. “A T-Rex is 20 feet tall. Tops. Mr. Stay Puft was 112.5 feet. There’s no competition! One step and it’s over!”

Zoey had to veer to the edge of the sidewalk to perch on a concrete barrier was she typed out her reply. “Did you honestly just Google that?”

She didn’t have to wait long for his response. “Of course I did! This is serious business!”

“Dork.”

A few ellipses briefly showed up at the bottom of the screen, but when they disappeared, no message followed. She continued, “You’re forgetting that, according to Jurassic Park, the T-Rex is so much faster than the marshmallow man. AND he was a finely honed murderbeast. He gets a few lucky bites in on the legs, and it’s over!”

“T-Rex may be faster, but how wide is Stay Puft’s gait?”

She shook her head, looking around to make sure nobody saw the goofy smile on her face as she teased him over text, “I’m surprised you didn’t Google it.”

His response made her laugh out loud. “I tried, but I couldn’t find anything. The geeks of the Internet have really let me down.”

Zoey shot off one last quick text before picking up her coffee and muffin and resuming her walk to work. She was going to be late if she didn’t hurry. “Is this really what you think about in the morning when you’re getting ready for work? It’s a wonder you aren’t late more often.”

“I multitask.” A few minutes later, her phone chirped again. She paused long enough to throw her empty muffin bag into the trash and then read the message on the screen. “Can we at least agree that Godzilla could take both of them?”

“How tall is Godzilla?” she asked, absolutely certain he’d already looked it up.

“164 feet originally. The new Godzilla is about 984 feet tall. And, let’s face it. That’s ridiculous.” He was such an adorable dork.

“Oh, yeah. Totally. And Godzilla would toast them both.”

“Was that a pun? Did you actually just text me a pun??? If we weren’t already fake-dating, I’d fake-ask you out just for that.”

“I couldn’t help myself!”

Her self-satisfied smile morphed into a soft “aww” when she received his next text, with an attached photo. “Also, I saw puppy yesterday and thought of you. It’s in boots. BOOTS!”

Zoey was so distracted by Max’s texts that she was stepping on the elevator leading up to the SPRQ Point offices before she realized she hadn’t thought about her dad’s condition once that morning. She had absolutely no doubt that had been his purpose all along, but he was once again touched by his quiet thoughtfulness.

She was trying to think of the words to text him to express her gratitude when the elevator doors started to slide closed. At the last second, Simon darted through the opening and joined her on the elevator. “Hey,” he greeted her warmly, meeting her eyes briefly before their gazes darted away. “Listen, I was hoping that the two of us could talk. About what happened in my office the other day.”

She shifted her weight, edging away from him as she looked down at her feet and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Yeah, I know. Look, I know that I made things complicated when I sang to you. I wish I could explain what happened to me that day, but I can’t.” She’d briefly considered telling him about her powers, but she doubted that would help the situation much. If anything, telling him their friendship started after she heard him singing about his sorrow when he was alone in the office would only complicate things. More than she had already. “I know this is going to be hard to believe, particularly given my behavior the other day. But I’m not trying to get between you and Jessica.”

He nodded slowly. “I know, and I appreciate that. I hope I haven’t given you the wrong impression. Ever since I lost my dad, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to who understands what I’ve been going through. You’re a good friend, Zoey. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” she reassured him with a smile. “I will always be your friend, Simon. I think we just need time, you know?” Before he could point out the obvious, she winced and let out an apologetic little laugh, trying to cover her embarrassment with a joke. “Okay, I know I said that before, but this time, lap dances are totally off the table. I promise.”

He grinned over at her. “So that’s not something you do with all your friends? That’s a shame.”

“Not really. I was trying something new. I wouldn’t recommend it.” The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped through, expecting that Simon would turn immediately towards his office. Instead, he followed her.

“Can I ask you a question? You and Max. Are the two of you…?”

She hesitated, looking around to make sure they weren’t being overheard. In all honesty, she wasn’t entirely sure what to say. They’d talked about maintaining the fiction for her family, but they’d failed to address whether their lie would carry over into work. Or maybe they’d deliberately avoided it. Either way, she wasn’t sure what she should tell Simon now. She wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted to tell him. “Me and Max?” She glanced around the office, but it appeared she’d beaten Max to the office.

At a loss, she shook her head. “No, we’re friends. Just friends.” But even though she knew it was the truth, the words tasted like a lie. Or a betrayal. She was Max’s boss, so it was entirely possible that their unusual arrangement could cause problems for them at work. It was possible he would prefer to keep it between them. On the other hand, if he didn’t, it would undoubtedly hurt him to know she was denying it – particularly to Simon. “Well, I mean…I guess we’re kind of dating. Maybe?”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Maybe kind of dating? What does that mean?”

Heaving a heavy sigh, she mumbled, “It means…it’s complicated?” If her life was going to continue being so convoluted, she was going to have to find different ways to describe it or quantify it on a sliding scale of difficulty or something. She should buy a thesaurus, at the very least. “The thing is, we haven’t been dating for very long, I guess? And I’m not even sure if that’s how we would describe it! Or that Max would describe it that way. As dating, I mean.” Did it sound too much like she assumed he wouldn’t want to admit it, like she thought he’d be embarrassed by their relationship? She scrambled to recover. Waving one hand helplessly in the air, she blurted, “Or maybe he would! You should ask him.” Wait. What if Simon asked him before she’d had a chance to warn him, and Max panicked and said the wrong thing? “Later. Or not!” For crying out loud, this was getting ridiculous. She had to stop. She was only making it worse.

Simon didn’t seem put off by her ridiculous rambling. “Well, whatever’s going on with you two, he’s a very lucky guy.”

“Thanks,” she told his retreating back as he headed toward his office. She couldn’t waste time reliving her conversation with Simon, picking apart every sentence to torture herself with thoughts of what she should have done differently. She had to catch Max before anything else happened.

She tried to find reasons to casually lurk near the elevators. She was pretending to examine some chipped paint near the baseboard when she saw him enter. “Max!” she hissed, jumping to her feet.

He let out a small yelp of surprise, spinning around to face her. “Zoey! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

She didn’t wait for him to catch his breath. “I need to talk to you. Meet me in the meditation room in five minutes. Act natural! Oh, and don’t talk to anyone.” Without waiting for him to respond, she walked back to her desk, projecting such a forced air of nonchalance that she felt she might as well hold up a neon sign saying she was up to no good.

Still, when she snuck into the meditation room a few minutes later, she found him already waiting for her there. He rushed up to her, framing her shoulders in his hands. “Zoey, what’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“It’s funny you ask me that, because you’re going to have to tell me. The thing is – and I know I should have talk to you about this first – but we have to pretend to be dating here. At work.”

Whatever he’d expected, she could tell by the expression on his face it hadn’t been that. “Okay. I guess that’s…okay.” She saw a line form between his brows as he tried to process the ramifications of what she was saying. “Why? What happened?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped out of his reach, burning off some nervous energy by pacing back and forth. “I kind of panicked when I was talking to Simon this morning.”

“Simon? You told Simon? Why – how did it come up?”

She didn’t even need to look at him to hear the astonishment in his voice. In fact, not looking at him was easier. “He sort of…asked me if there was something going on between us, and I said we were maybe kind of dating.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Max shake his head, as though trying to clear away some mental cobwebs. “Simon asked you if there was something between us. And you told him – Simon – that we were dating,” he reiterated.

Rolling her eyes, Zoey turned on him. “Are you planning on repeating everything I say? Because we don’t have a lot of time before people realize we’re hiding out in here and get suspicious!”

“I seriously doubt anyone has noticed we’re missing,” he reassured her. “And, no, I won’t repeat everything you say. I’m just…processing. Making sure I’m clear about what happened. You know, to make sure I have our story straight.” But he didn’t look like he was overly concerned with nailing down the details. In fact, he looked overjoyed. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear he was practically glowing from the grin on his face.

Her eyes narrowing in suspicion, she said, “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea. This doesn’t really change anything.” She remembered how he’d reacted when she’d unwillingly sung him a love song, and she didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. Again.

“I know,” he agreed, a little too readily.

“And you’re okay with keeping up our act here at work? It might cause some problems with Joan.”

His smile didn’t so much as falter. “I can honestly say, whatever happens with Joan, I’m totally fine with it.”

Zoey stared at Max for a long moment, wondering if she should ask why he wasn’t upset that their personal fiction was going to interfere with their professional lives. He seemed to be in an inordinately good mood, given she’d just lobbed a bomb at him. But maybe it was a better idea to leave well enough alone. From his texts throughout the morning, he’d seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe she was just being paranoid.

While she wrestled with whether or not to press him on the issue, he rubbed his hand together and said, “Anyway, I should probably get back to work before I get in trouble with The Boss for goofing off.”

Somewhat reassured that he’d taken the decision out of her hands, she gestured toward the door. “Oh, yeah. We wouldn’t want that! I hear your boss is a real task master!”

“She can be,” he agreed, and though he’d been the one to suggest he take his leave, he lingered by her side. “But I have a soft spot for her anyway.”

He leaned down, and for a second, she could have sworn he was about to kiss her. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze, staring at him with wide eyes as she waited to see what he would do. After a moment’s hesitation, he turned his head and brushed his lips across her cheek. Bewildered by an unexpected sense of disappointment, Zoey didn’t move and found herself entirely unable to speak as she watched him leave, humming merrily to himself as he walked out the door.

She had told Simon about their fake-relationship. She had told Simon about their fake-relationship! Of all people, she had told Simon about their fake-relationship!

Barely able to believe it, he kept repeating the words to himself, over and over. Of course, he knew it didn’t really matter. It certainly didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean that she might have decided that she wanted to choose love over attraction, after all. It didn’t mean that she would want to pursue a relationship with him at some point. It didn’t even mean that she’d made a decision about what she really wanted. It didn’t mean anything.

But it felt like it meant something – or like it could mean something, at least. It felt like it could mean a lot.

It didn’t matter what happened with the rest of his day. He doubted his mood would be brought down, even if Joan fired him for his supposed relationship. Simon had asked Zoey what was going on between the two of them – and Max would love to know what had prompted that question – and she could have said anything. She could have denied it. She could have evaded the question. She could have even told him the truth, that it was all pretend. Instead, she’d told him they were dating.

Nope. Nothing could possibly bring down his day. He was in such a good mood, he found himself singing softly as he headed back to his desk. In fact, he was having a hard time resisting the urge to break out into an impromptu dance. “I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I’m sure. And I just can’t wait ‘til the day when you knock on my door. Now every time I go to the mailbox, gotta hold myself down. Cause I just can’t wait ‘til you write me you’re coming around.

“I’m walking on sunshine, whoa! I’m walking on sunshine, whoa! I’m walking on sunshine, whoa! And don’t it feel good?”

#zoey's extraordinary playlist #zep #zoey clarke #max richman #fanfiction #my fanfiction #max x zoey #zoey x max #clarkeman #zomax #zax #the lies we tell ourselves

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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Drunk V3 Boys!

How about a s/o that has to deal with the v3 boys getting super drunk and then the after math of how is the hangover. ( bonus points if drunk kokichi says the " Finland" spongebob meme) please and ty

Quickly, just imagine them as adults like I am- underage drinking is a big fat “no”, look at me being an... dork. But anyway In the less dork-part let’s say this... I’m literally a giant mess who hasn’t ever been drunk or anything, I don’t really know the effects so we’re going to use those anime-type-of-drunk which is very likely VERY inaccurate or... somewhat-realistic I don’t know. But woah.

Kiibo (Error! Error! Overheating!)

After coming back from his last check-up from Miu you were expecting to be cuddled up close with Kiibo on the couch, watching nextflix- some cheesy Disney movie which you’ve already seen thousands of time before... that’s what you thought....

Till Kiibo walked in adjusted by an trembling Miu who had her arm slung around him, she looked down on the verge of tears muttering about being “so disrespected”, Kiibo sluggishly rolls his head up bursts of steam expanded from every inch of his body.

“... U... Uuuh... there was a function I added inside of em’ to test some booze I was plannin’ on drinking... it was... uh... successful but... J-Just take him- I don’t want to be fuckin’ called out anymore!”

Miu threw Kiibo in your direction running back from once she came, wiping at her eyes as she whined about “how mean” he was... you could only watch Kiibo stir awake, nervousness pricked at your stomach as you realized she made Kiibo try an alcoholic... BEVERAGE!

“... (S/O)?” Kiibo glances up at you, blinking once or twice as he took in his surroundings, you asked if he was okay- he groggily nodded his head. “Never better (S/O)... but... Miu... I-I was just telling her about how stupid it is that she puts herself down almost all the time when she has a brilliant mind, then her very inappropriate attitude- which she presents herself to cover up that wall of self-esteem issues she has... Ah... then there was me getting onto the fact that most people are uncomfortable with the sexual intuendos she has- and for some odd reason before I could say anymore she dragged me here...”

“... I rebooted on the way... once or twice...”

“... what.” Oh. Oh my god... He... What? Kiibo said that?

“... Yes... Hey (S/O) actually I-I have some things to say about you too, look me in the eyes, look at me right now please...” Kiibo cups your face, he looks you right in the eyes, those aren’t the soft loving eyes you know- those are eyes that... are going to fucking destroy you.

Kiibo holds your face tight, escape is impossible, he sluggishly rolls his head as a soft frown falls on his face.

“... You have your errors yourself actually... like... how you...”

...

You failed... you are absolutely burnt, just turned into soot by the end of his rant, he’s just sleeping peacefully under the blankets that you had gotten for “cuddle night”, you don’t feel soft at all- you just feel absolutely WRECKED.

Shuichi Saihara (Sad Drunk)

You had both gone out on a party together, specifically a reunion with your classmates which Kokichi was hosting... which already sported red flags but you all didn’t question it, that is until people started to drop like flies... people who drank the punch specifically dropped like flies.

Kaede asked who made the punch... when the relevation that it was Miu and Kokichi themselves it all fell into place like a puzzle, they spiked the goddamn punch.

One of the victims... happened to be Shuichi, a light-weight he hugged your arm tightly slurring and whirling, tears fell down his face as he cried and sobbed about the world.

“... (S-S-S/O!) It’s no fair... I-Iiiii never did anything wrong so why does everything hafta’ be against meeeee...? *hic* it’s unfair.... unfairunfairunfair!”

It’s the fifth time you pat his back, he leans in for a better hold of you so you can give him more affection, he loves that so please do go on, he lets out a slurred hiccup.

“... (S-S/O) a... aaare you seeing anyone...? You always were soooo pretty... and... aaand niiiiice... *hic* and... aaand it make me really happy... I-Iiii wanted to date you since forever ago...”

... How drunk is he to forget the two of you are already dating? “I am.”

Shuichi’s eyes widen, he presses himself up against you with an wail as he starts to cry harder. “Of course yu are- H-Hic- I’m NOT CRYINGF.”

You can’t help but to wonder how he’ll feel in the morning, for now you try to give your poor drunk boyfriend solace as you explain how the two of you are already well- dating.

Luckily, Shuichi falls asleep on your lap while you comfort him, the tears having tired him out... he put his hands around your waist, he bids the world “night night”.

Ryoma Hoshi (Excitable Drunk)

Ryoma wasn’t a heavy drinker, actually he had never drank an drop of the stuff ever, prison doesn’t allow those sort of luxuries, besides he just didn’t want to ruin his reputation by drinking at about fifteen or some shit.

So... he was old enough, the two of you were going on a date here... he’d was just chugging the stuff considering he wanted to see how it tasted, which was rather gross under further consideration... but what he happened to pick up is that he wasn’t feeling all that woozy... guess he ain’t no light-weight.

But he sure ain’t no god, it takes about three whole damn bottles for the effects to start to shine.

...It takes five whole damn bottles for him to actually feel anything, you kept a close eye on your boyfriend as he put the second bottle down with a huff, wiping at his mouth with a “wew”!

“... That was uh, gross taste, heh.” Ryoma pulled his hat up, his cheeks flush slightly pink as he looked around. “Hey. Hey (S/O) you gorgeous son of a bitch look at me.” As soon as you even give him your attention he fingerguns.

... Ryoma wobbly pulls himself up, he doesn’t look like he’ll trip, honestly somehow he still has his balance as he takes your hand.

“... Oh my god I just had an amazing idea. We should adopt,,, a lot of cats,,, not like,,, any cats,,, but... buuuut like an shop full of them,,, and name each of them something silly...” Ryoma’s eyes sparkle deviously. “... Or... like... like... steal everybody’s cats... so we remain the supreme leaders of feline...”

“... Ryoma... do... do you feel tired? Want to take a nap, as amazing ideas as these sound I don’t think your in the right state of mind for... this.” If you let any of this happen, Ryoma’s going to hate himself in the morning.

“I know what I’m doing... I have a license... gimme a sec...” Ryoma pulls out a piece of paper, writes on it, flips it to reveal in sloppy handwriting: “I knwo wat Im do”

You try to survey his features after writing that, all he does is shoot his fingerguns at you.

...Okat you honestly need to take a few pictures of this to show Ryoma later oh my god he’s wobbling towards the door to bring one of those plans he’s mentioned to full-glory, you locked the door for Ryoma, his drunken brain can’t comprehend how to use a step-ladder. You just go to get him some water...

Kaito Momota (... Tired Drunk)

Kaito wouldn’t drink... much, sure, he would totally forge an certificate to like- well, go to space but that was for a good cause! Stuff like drinking was meant to be done for special events and shit otherwise you might get hooked!

And he didn’t actually mean to get drunk on you! He promised he just... kind of mistook the wine in the fridge as the grape panta, he was thirsty- and really fucking tired! Okay? He didn’t expect when he chugged the whole bottle down for the world to... to... hnnnnnn... what’s the word...?

It took a while for you to notice anything was amiss, Kaito had taken himself out of the room to “go get a drink” then he still never came back, so you went to check on your boyfriend to see if he still hadn’t gotten anything, needed some help.

What you didn’t expect to see was Kaito Momota Luminary of the Stars on the floor looking back up at the ceiling mindlessly, with that bottle of wine held tightly in his hands.

“... D... Doo... yu... think it’d be a bd idea if I trie... tried to take a np here? Jst... slep untl a hangover fcks me the hell up, everything hur ts.”

... Oh god! That’s even more errors than usual, so it’s likely on purpose! Kaito’s DRUNK!

You go to get some water for him in the fridge, Kaito’s still looking at the ceiling talking to himself slightly hushed, you don’t know what he’s thinking but he looks like he’s having an ephiphany about the world.

“Holy... Hly sht (S/O) I jst realized how fuckin... weird that Shuichi’s hair stands up like that... he doesn’t use anything to make it like that so how.”

“... Kaito I don’t think your in the right state of mind to make choices like that...” You offer some water to him, his eyes widen.

“Why... Why is everyone’s hair dyed- Like is it actually dyed? Or is it just natural- how can it be natural tho... unless... oh my god (S/O)... we’re in an anime I can’t believe it.”

“Kaito I think you need an second...”

“No. No I know what I’m sayin- oh my god we’re the main characters in some weird anime (S/O)... that’s the only explanation,,, I have to tell... Tsumugi but my legs won’t work nn nn n n..”

... You just pat his head, Kaito grimaces... he was absolutely wasted so everything he said held no inch of truth in it, you just hoped that soon enough your efforts to help him better bare fruit... So he doesn’t make anymore odd claims like him and his friends are in some “weird anime”!

Winks at the fourth wall.

Rantaro Amami (Immune System Of God)

Rantaro... wasn’t a drinker... well besides those really fancy drinks that he usually saw when you both got out, those always looked like a magical experience to try out so he usually did buy those but... he’s never actually gotten legitimately “drunk”, it may be because he never drinks too much.

Then there was the time that had asked Rantaro if he had ever gotten in all words actually “drunk” he responded with a shrug: “I guess I do...? Uh, I’m usually in the right state of mind afterwards still... enough to walk...”

... This was a topic which needed much more exploration... so you went out to a bar together, you swore that anything he got was on you... he squinted but still he bought some colorful drinks in funny-looking cups, peering towards you while he did...

...

He wasn’t actually drunk even after drinking quite a bit, what is this man, how is his immune system keeping him awake? Rantaro chuckles... “Yeah, I think that’s enough for tonight.. come on let’s go home.”

You either failed or this task is just impossible, you take the hand he offers you and walk outside with him... the only noticeable effect are the times he almost bumps into the wall but other than that... nothing...

He knows how to hold his liquor...

Gonta Gokuhara (Clumsy Drunk)

This was Kokichi’s fault, that’s all you know... he offered something for Gonta, that’s what he told you when he gave you back a stumbling crying boyfriend.

“... How did you even get him to drink this- oh my god! Gonta- baby please go lay down on the couch...” You led Gonta to the couch to sit down, he sobbed loudly into the pillow almost falling off, you gave a harsh glare to the Supreme Leader who chuckled at your displeasure.

“I told him it was “Respect Women Juice! TM! Yeah he really just drank it without an inch of hesitance...! Then he fell over drunk, it was hilarious till I had to actually bring him here.”

Gonta let out another loud sob as he fell over off the couch onto the floor, crying about how “Gonta caaaan’t see...!!!”

“You... are one screwed up... mess of a person Kokichi Ouma...” Pushing Gonta back onto the couch you tried to reassure him everything was alright, Kokichi grinned at you putting both of his hands behind the of his head.

“Oh I know... I know really quite well! Good luck dealing with him!”

Kokichi left the two of you alone together, you just let Gonta cry against you about how everything felt so weird... offering some water and some hugs, you’ll get revenge at Kokichi for this... you swear to it.

Kokichi Ouma (Angry Drunk)

... How... Who the hell had enough of your boyfriend to go and make him chug down so much alchohol he got drunk, god knows, but he was now... here... and slurring about some criticisms you didn’t know he had...

“Like... (S/O) it’s so stupid... instead of like... liiiike... getting mad at me when I insult her she usually gets off on it... it’s so gross,,, like how horny can somebody be (S/O)? How HORNY can you be?”

“... Kokichi... do you need a...” Despite how you tried to chime in he always cut you off, with a half-awake grumble...

“No... No let me say this... Hiiiii... iii... so... so what the hell is with Kaito’s sense of logic....? I know, know for a fact he CAN be stupid enough to literally TRUST everybody he meets, like even if there’s hard proof that their an asshole he’s STILL by their side... what the FUCK.”

“Are you talking about Maki?”

“SHE LITERALLY CHOKED ME ONCE YES, Y ES I MEAN MAKI...!” Kokichi touches his neck, rubbing at it. “Honestly... Maki is such a damn... damn jerk... seriously... she’s made “do you want to die” her punchline to almost any jokes she makes, we get it, your edgy as hell!”

While Kokichi grumbled the both of you didn’t notice the door quietly open up... nor did you notice it until their footsteps were in the right range for you to notice them...

Maki trails into the room with an sweating Kaito Momota by her side, she held a card in her hand with the words: “sorry for making you chug beer” in a rather sloppy handwriting...

“... Makiroll, don’t do this...-“ The astronaut tried to stop the caregiver but it was too late, she was already sprinting towards Kokichi to land a finishing blow...!

“FINLAND!”

[To be continued (But not really)]

Korekiyo Shinguuji (Beutifial,,, ohbnn)

How did he actually... get like this, well you honestly swear to god you don’t know, he just appeared at your doorstep muttering about how beautiful humanity was... in so much typos it was almost impossible to decipher a word of what he said...

“... Korekiyo do... you want some water?”

“... hdhdbnnkklllllln.” Korekiyo press his head against the pillow lethargically, he groaned afterwords grasping at his stomach.

“... Is... Is that a yes? A maybe? A... no?”

“... nnnnnnnnnnz.”

“No it is! No it is...”

“Okay! So do you want to um... take a nap?”

“... nbcbxzzz.”

Well. Well you can’t decipher any of this mess, picking yourself up you go to the kitchen to try and take in all that’s happened today...

“... I’ll just get that water anyway...” You pray to whatever god that exists... to please... pleasepleaseplease never have Korekiyo get drunk again.

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kiibo #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #gonta gokuhara #tw: alcohol

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ask-the-yugoslavbunch · 5 years

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OC Tag

Tagged by @quiescentwriting ! Like a while back ahahaha

I’ll be talking about all my oc’s here in general when I can, but focusing on Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, and Bosnia.

1) What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.?)

Appearance aha I’m a visual person, so first thing I do when creating a character is draw them out and create everything else from that.

Or, well, their country actually??? But appearance was first thing down.

2) Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Well, they are fandom oc’s so yes aha More specifically, I wanted Slovenia to have a connection to Austria to symbolize that long rule (Slo’s purple eyes) and his hair curl mimic’s Slovakia’s, Bos has a skin tone more similar to Turkey for that connection, Cro’s eyes are golden brown and green for his connection to N Italy and Hungary, and within my oc’s Serbia and Voj have always had the same shade of green eyes.

3) How did you choose their name?

Don’t even get me started on how long it took to settle on Serbia’s human name.

First it was Vuk because I liked the sound of it and felt wolf as a name meaning fit real well, but after a bit I was like “hmmm, why does an aph Serbia named Vuk sound familiar’ and remembered Yugotalia. So I changed Vuk even though it was my top choice because I didn’t want people coming in my inbox like ‘WHY U STEALING FROM TIX.’ Sooo, I changed it to something else and used one of the many Vuk-related last names instead. Picked a new name (which I don't remember anymore) but then googled it with his last name and like.....an article in Serbian about a grave robber came up so I changed that name.... Went through two more names I didn’t like before settling on Novak.

Also I 100% did not choose it because of the tennis player. I actually originally actively ignored it and went with Vuk because choosing a name of a celebrity is eh, but I was so fed up trying to find a name that I forgot about him and went with Novak (which sounded good to my ears) and like......2 months later the Olympics happened and I was looking up tennis scores and saw Djokovic’s name and just went ‘GODAMNIT’ But didn’t change it again ahaha

For Bosnia, I didn’t actually want to go with Lejla because I don’t really like choosing the most common names, but Lejla/Layla in all spellings has been one of my fav names since forever so Lejla it is.

Slovenia was a good boy, it didn’t take me too long to settle on Primož.

Cro was almost as bad as Serbia in finding a name. Nothing sounded right to me? And Sounding Right is a big part in choosing names for me so he went nameless quite a while. Eventually settled on Krešimir because it sounded the least bad.....I love it now though, he’s forever Krešo in my head.

4) In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

Well. I mean the being countries bit? I’m not totally sure how to answer this.

5) Is there any significance behind their hair colour?

They all have brown hair because that’s the most common color in their countries.

Fun fact for Slo: he originally had a darker hair color, but then I realized that uh.....it was a reallyyyyy similar shade of brown I used for Slovakia and like I’m not that mean, so I lightened his hair.

6) Is there any significance behind their eye colour?

None for Bos, besides it being the most common color. I’m also pretty sure I picked green for Serbia because I wanted him to stand out among the other oc’s as I don't think any other male Serbia has green eyes.

Slo, as mentioned above, has purple eyes to connect him to Austria to signify the loooong time Slovenia was under Austrian rule.

And, again, mentioned above for Cro it’s a connection to both N Italy and Hungary.

7) Is there any significance behind their height?

They’re all really, really tall because this area has some of the tallest people in the world! Slovenia is the shortest of the men because they have the shortest height, but he’s still closer to 6 foot than he isn’t.

8) What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

Not gonna lie, hope I don’t relate much to them because yikes, they are not human beings and have done Some Things. But uuuuh, Serb and Cro’s confidence, Slo’s love of literature, Bos’s fashion sense.

9) Are they based off of you, in some way?

I mean, what oc isn’t really? These guys aren’t based on me much though. At most, I’m super feminine and like super feminine characters being unashamedly feminine and created Bosnia with that in mind when I revamped her as a girl.

10) Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Yes/No. I have complicated headcanon’s about the nature of nation’s gender and sexuality in the hetalia verse, so I already knew those, but sexualities in like human au’s is always fluid and changing for these guys. Or in the case of Slo, just straight up doesn’t exist.

11) What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: Writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

Nothing really? Writing maybe, if I had to pick.

12) How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

Well. I can’t see the future so not very P:

13) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

Serb: He’s incredibly complicated. Fun, extroverted guy is a cover for all sorts of much deeper inner thoughts.

Cro: He has a quick temper that can get bad, but is usually pretty jovial and joking. He’s more brawn than brains, but is still pretty intuitive.

Slo: He wants what other people have so always acts “proper.” He’s also a bit more mentally young than you would expect.

Bos: She is the gentlest, friendliest person you’ll ever meet. She’s also a simmering ball of anger and resentment deep inside.

14) What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

They are all dorks so, so much sdhfjksd

Bos totally never had a crush on Turkey nope. Serbia’s secret love of Turkish soap operas. Kid!Croatia being down to fight anything. Turning Slo into a meme every few months on this blog.

15) What is something about your OC can make you cry?

Uuuuuh, all of their histories? And having to figure out how to incorporate that into a single person who faced all that trauma? Not a happy little corner here...

16) Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

Nnnnnnno. Most of the stuff I would regret, I never officially added to their stories and kept it in my head.

17) What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

Oh gosh. Slovenia, I’ve decided, keeps bees. That’s the only one I can think of at the moment ;;

18) What is your favourite fact about your OC?

Croatia spent a few years as a kid as a pirate.

Slovenia writes poetry but is embarrassed to admit he does.

Bosnia was an absolute little shit as a kid.

Serbia absolutely loves soap opera’s and chick flicks and the like and will do anything to keep that a secret.

#I still cant remember how I tag on this blog hm #text response #ig?#aph serbia #aph bosnia #aph croatia #APH Slovenia #long post #headcanons

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tear-her-aus · 5 years

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Karma’s a Bitch - pt 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Summary: Closure. That’s what you needed to finally forget that memory of your past. A memory that shaped you into becoming the person you are today. Perhaps you wouldn’t find closure, but instead closure in the form of a boy would find you.

Pairing: Jimin x female reader x Jungkook (?)

WC: 5.1k

Warnings: Low self esteem, past trauma

Ps: FLUFF AND ANGST

A/N: Well hello! This is one of my favorite parts so far, so I really hope you like it as well. From this part on, the story finds its real course, so I hope you stick to find out what all of this is really about :)

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Part 7

It was probably 9 am. You could tell by the light entering through your curtains. Despite being so early to wake up for a weekend, you started to stretch your arms as far as they were capable of. Wondering if it was better just to stay a little more and sleep a few more minutes, you turned the other way around to find a comfortable position. While you were turning, you felt something, or perhaps someone, beside you. Panic overcame your senses, and you started thinking of how you could end up in this type of situation. You didn’t drink last night or go to a club, so why this felt like a one-night stand? You tried to remember what was the last thing that happened the previous day, but only memories of your attacker would cloud your judgement. You were about to scream when once again a certain smell stopped you from losing your mind (or perhaps it was just the opposite?) In just a few seconds your brain made the connection between that smell and its owner.

More awake than ever, you slowly turned around to confirm your suspicion. Indeed, the owner of such a smell was as good as his cologne, or perhaps it was his natural smell? You could believe someone as perfect as this boy would have such a good natural odor. In fact, it wasn’t just his smell that was such a good combination with the boy, but everything from what he wears to the way he breathes is perfection. That was a word you didn’t like to associate with people (or maybe just with yourself), but he did made favor to the noun. Thinking in the opposite of perfection, you thought of yourself. You probably looked like a scarecrow: knowing all too well how you looked at mornings, it wasn’t a good picture to show to your… What was he? A million thoughts were flying over your mind, but the most prominent one screamed “You must look presentable before he wakes up!” And so, you started arranging a plan of how to get to the bathroom without waking Jimin up.

Once again, you turned to face the window, and slowly took the blanket off your body. Step 1: achieved. Now, step 2 was a little harder since you had to place your feet on the floor, and having such a noisy wooden floor, your attempt would be louder than a BTS concert. You didn’t know how, but you managed to place your feet lightly on the floor. Knowing perfectly well which spots creaked the most, you started avoiding those spots at all costs. If you could see yourself from a third person point of view, you would find yourself looking like a spy entering a place full of laser alarms: you looked ridiculous. But as ridiculous as it looked, you somehow managed to get to your bathroom without waking Jimin up. Looking at your reflection, you sighed. How were you going to fix yourself before Jimin woke up? This was a total disaster. Scolding at your past self for inviting Jimin to stay, you started by brushing your teeth since no one wants to be faced with morning breath. That would be the worst thing one could do to their crush. Crush, is it? Was he just that? (or were you lying to yourself in order to not admit your true feelings?) Anyways, you made yourself at least presentable, and once again became a spy whose mission was not to wake the angel up. Step 3: In process. You were about to get in bed once again, but damn… The way the sun made way to his face added to how angelic he looked sleeping. Admiring his beauty, you stayed like that for a few minutes until you saw him stir. Blowing all your effort away, you threw yourself in the bed and placed your blanket over your body as if you were a little girl hiding her mischief from her parents.

You hoped he didn’t wake up, and the minutes of silence proved you right, so you took the blanket off your face to confirm what you expected. He was still asleep, phew! Mission completed! Now you had to fake being asleep until he too wakes up. That or you could try to sleep again, but you knew it would be impossible because your heart felt like a drumroll. Finally, you decided on the first option since the second one seemed improbable. This time you laid facing Jimin, who seemed unbothered by your breath hitting his face. You could see the view in front of you for ages and never get bored. There was something about how when he had his eyes closed, it looked like he was smiling. And a smiling Jimin was all you needed to feel happy. It was that simple: his happiness brought you happiness somehow, or at least, made you smile. Then there was the perfect blend of Jimin’s ivory hair with his pale skin. It was a contrast that made him look younger yet mature, something also out of this world. He was a complete mystery to your eyes, like a Pandora box that looked so beautiful in the outside that anyone would want to know what marvelous things could be found on the inside.

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Slowly, Jimin opened his eyes, and his vision landed on an unfamiliar wall. He blinked several times to gain consciousness and to figure out where he was. Focusing his vision, he noticed the wall had a calendar stuck to it, and notes were written on each day. Soon enough he realized he wasn’t in his room, so he turned around to figure out whose room this was. Upon turning to the other side, his eyes immediately landed on a figure that was sleeping peacefully. That was the only thing he needed to gain consciousness in a second. Unconsciously, he smiled upon seeing how beautiful this girl looked by only breathing and dreaming. Being too greedy, he wished she was dreaming about him or at least about their time together. Some part of Jimin wanted to hold her tight and kiss her forehead, but at the same time he didn’t want to wake her since he remembered what she went through the day before. So not wanting to ruin her peacefulness, he tried getting off the bed as quietly as he could manage. This wasn’t a one-night stand, so he didn’t have the need to run away before his companion would wake up. Instead he was trying to leave the room for other reasons.

Silently, he exited the room and headed for the kitchen. Jimin wanted to do something to lift Y/N’s spirits, so he decided on cooking some breakfast for the both of them. To prepare a delicious meal, he checked several recipes from the internet and lastly decided on some French toast and coffee. It wasn’t such a special thing to prepare, but it was something he would manage to do quickly before Y/N woke up. It was about 10 am when he finished arranging the table, and he wondered how to wake up Y/N to eat. He didn’t want to pry in her room again, so he decided on waiting for her to come out by herself. While waiting for her to come, he started washing the dishes to leave everything as clean as it was before he started cooking. It was probably due to the running water that he didn’t hear a pair of footsteps approach him from behind, but as soon as he finished cleaning the last dish, he turned around only to be surprised by a woken beauty.

“Woah!” he half screamed.

“What? OMG I look ugly, don’t I?”

“What? No, no. It’s just that I didn’t hear you coming”

“Oh… I see,” she nodded with curious eyes, “What were you doing?”

“Oh…umm. I was cooking some breakfast for us,” Jimin scratched the back of his head wondering if he was out of place by doing so.

“Really?” Y/N asked amazed.

“Yeah. I made some French toast hoping you would like it…”

“I love French toast!” her eyes lit up from excitement, “Let's eat! I’m starving.”

Without warning, she took his hand and guided him towards the table. Jimin couldn't help but feel butterflies at the contact. Then, both sat down and stared at the food as if it would be eaten by itself. The situation they both were in wouldn’t be described as awkward, but it was unusual. They were acting as if they were a two-year couple, and none of them were questioning it. Instead they went with the flow and ate their French toast while having some casual conversation.

Jimin and you spent the most delightful morning together, but soon enough, Jimin had to leave to do some chores. You couldn’t read his mind, but some part of you thought he was probably leaving to not make you feel uncomfortable. And for that you were grateful. You couldn’t deny you adored Jimin’s company, but it was likely both of you had things to do, well… at least Jimin. On the other hand, you were lost as to what to do with your free time, and nothing seemed to quench your thirst for entertainment. At last, you decided on the basics and laying on your bed, you started scrolling through social media. Being a dork, you avoided all content related to your family and friend's posts and focused on looking for good memes. Laughing out loud to the twentieth meme, you got a text. Hoping it would be a possible plan to go out, you immediately checked it. Once you opened it, you realized it was from an unknown number which made you feel apprehensive. Reading through the text, you assumed someone probably got a wrong number, or perhaps… flashbacks of the day before immediately came to your mind. You thought of that disgusting creep and got scared he might be a stalker. Has he gotten your phone number? But how? Without giving it the benefit of the doubt, you blocked the phone number, and with it, the text reading Hey! I´ve got a surprise for you, look out of your window’ was forgotten. You couldn’t help your curiosity (or was it fear?), and with some courage, you peeked out of the window to find an empty street. Sighing in relief, you continued procrastinating until nightfall came.

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Once again, Monday rolled by with the same routine. Getting up, having breakfast, taking a shower, and preparing to train. However, there was a different feeling to it all. Everything felt way more colorful and exciting, yet you couldn’t place your finger on what was the reason of your euphoria. Deep down, you knew the reason behind this emotion but wouldn’t admit it to yourself. Perhaps it was your mind stopping you from falling too deeply into your feelings, which was probably for the best. Even if Jimin seemed sincere with his intentions towards you, you didn’t want to fall for it yet, being too afraid of being the only one playing that game. Jimin was so beautiful inside and out, yet you still couldn’t understand his reasons for wanting anything with you. You were the opposite to him, a total mess. Even if you wanted him to love you, you were too afraid he would realize what a disaster you were and would run away, leaving behind your heart in pieces. Being pessimistic wasn’t what these thoughts represented, it was just your fear taking over you mind and constricting your feelings inside of your heart.

The mind is a dangerous place, bringing up hurtful thoughts that made you believe you aren’t enough. That you were never enough. You had loved before, and you were loved in return, but some part of you believed that you were the reason for that love to fade. Thinking back on the memories of your past love, the one you still hold deeply in your heart, made you think once again if you were the reason he left. It was stupid and pretentious to think that way, but what if he left you not because he wanted to make his dreams come true, but because you weren't part of them. Back then, you let him go with a smile on your face, but what nobody knew was that your heart broke the moment his hand left yours, the moment his smile turned away from you as a new one appeared on his face in the expectation of doing great things. In that moment you knew you'd lost him, not because he had to leave, but because you weren’t enough for him to come back. The number of nights you cried for him were lost along the years, and soon enough you accepted that he wasn’t coming back. Even if he told you day after day for 360 days he would come back to you with his dream achieved, it wasn’t enough. Wanting to set him free, to be who he wanted to be, to be with whom he wanted to be with, you decided to end things with him with the promise of coming back together once he returned. Yet, you knew that promise was empty. Why would he want to come back to you when he could have so much better? Why would he, when he deserved so much better? Once again, a nostalgic tear left your eye, but you pushed it aside along with the rest of your thoughts. You couldn’t close you heart forever, and you knew it would be impossible with the way you were feeling for a boy you barely knew but to whom you were already giving so much. Smiling once again at the thought of Jimin, your nostalgia was soon replaced by euphoria. It was time to let go. Jimin was your present and perhaps your future, and if he wanted you as much as you wanted him then you were prepared to give the best of you.

Leaving those thoughts wander through your head, you checked your phone to notice you had several unread texts. You first checked Jin’s to see if something new came up, but realizing it was just one of his lame jokes, you rolled your eyes and checked the others. Surprised to see a text from Jungkook, you decided to check that one next. You surely were close enough to have exchanged phone numbers, but he rarely sent you any text (you were the one who usually started a conversation.) Opening the text, he was asking if you wanted to train with him once again. Thinking back on the last few days, you realized you haven’t talked to Jungkook that much. In fact, he hadn’t approach you at all. Frowning slightly, you accepted his offer with the plan to figure out what was up with him. He answered right away with a Cool! See you. You nodded to yourself and kept on checking the other messages which were basically class group chats talking about projects. You decided on checking them after training as you didn’t want to get all stressed just yet. Throwing your gym bag over your shoulder, you exited the apartment with phone in hand.

You looked for Jungkook but didn’t seem to find him which gave you the impression he might be in the third floor, so climbing the stairs, you looked for him once again. Indeed, he was there, in a treadmill, running as if his life depended on it. You approached him from behind and climbed on the one next to him without saying a word. He wouldn’t have listened to you anyways since he was wearing his earphones. Turning the treadmill on, you started running at a similar pace as his while looking straight front. Soon enough, you felt his stare on you and a small smile crossed your face as you acted as if you hadn’t seen him. With your peripheral vision, you saw him take one of his earphones and say something to you. Wanting to play with him a bit, you continued ignoring him. From the frown forming on his face, you knew you got to him, but before you could do anything, he pushed the emergency button from your treadmill making it stop at once. “HEY!” you gasped, surprised by his action and trying to stop just in time. Looking up at him questioningly, you saw a shit-ass-smirk on his face, making you want to be mad at him. “That was dangerous, you know?!” you managed to say exasperated. “I’m satisfied knowing you understand how dangerous ignoring Jeon Jungkook can be,” he winked. “What? I wasn’t even…” a smile broke unto your face, giving away your fake anger. “I could report you, you know,” you continued, wanting to get another reaction from him. “I bet you could,” was all he said, making you disappointed on your failure at getting to him. Rolling your eyes, you got off the treadmill in an attempt to walk away from him in “anger,” yet he stopped you in your tracks with his hand on your wrist. “I know you’re not mad, come on.” Cursing under your breath, you turned around to meet his eyes once again. “Fine! I’m not mad,” you pouted, “but you could’ve made me fall!” you stated. “If falling for me is what you mean, then certainly I could’ve caused serious damage,” his smirk never leaving his face. Despite knowing his personality well enough, you flushed at his cocky pick up line, yet simply answered with “shut up,” and soon after, “are we going to train or what?” He let a small laugh escape his lips as he guided you to the second floor, his hand never leaving your wrist. You two arranged one of the unoccupied rooms to start with a functional before heading to the third floor once again to do more cardio. Today it seemed you two would engage with an aerobic routine, which you were thankful for as your routine was starting to become boring to you. Both of you gave ideas as to what to include in your functional before arranging it. As everything was in perfect position, you two let the exercise consume you as everything else was ignored. Thirty minutes later, you two were gasping for air but still continued with the abdominal part. Wanting for it to be more entertaining, you proposed on doing abdominals in pairs. Basically, you two acted as a team, doing a mirror exercise of what the other was doing. Feeling destroyed at last, you both took a minute to recover before heading upstairs, you two just breathing in and out. That was the moment you decided to ask Jungkook about his past behavior.

“Kook,” you said softly. Surprised by the way you called him, he lifted his head to look at you, expecting your next words. “Why haven’t you talked to me in the past few days?”

You noticed a glint of sadness clouding his vision as he just stared at you and shrugged. “I guess you were so concentrated in your routine that I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“Bullshit,” you smiled even if your heart constricted at the thought of him hiding something from you. Jungkook, however, simply stared at you, probably saying a million words with his eyes, but you were incapable of understanding them.

“I…I´m leaving,” he whispered looking down at his hands that were over his flexed legs. Your eyes widened as a knot started constricting your stomach. Those were the words you hated the most. Two simple words could lead to several unspoken thoughts. He was your friend, and he was leaving you. He probably became too bored about you and finally realized that getting away from you would be the best, and you couldn't blame him.

Despite all the thoughts that clouded your mind, you managed to ask: “Why?”

He kept looking at his hands as he said, “I got a scholarship to finish my major in Spain.” You finally understood. Off course it was because of an opportunity to fulfil a dream. It was funny how destiny tend to take people away from you with the same excuse, one that no one could be against.

Slowly, you nodded and with the most hurtful smile you said, “That’s amazing, Jungkook.” Once again, the mention of his name, made him look up, but this time it wasn’t a surprised look he gave you, but a regretful one.

Not wanting to seem pitiful, you continued “When are you leaving?”

His eyes searched yours as if waiting for another reaction, but you simply stared waiting for an answer. So, he answered. “Next week…”

You couldn’t help the knot getting upper in your throat, threatening to choke your next words. “Well I’m going to miss the hell out of you.”

He smiled at that and replied, “I’m going to miss you too,” before pulling you into his arms.

At first you were taken aback, but soon enough all your feelings crashed into his arms as small tears escaped your eyes, and your arms traveled down his back clutching his shirt with force between your fists. You didn’t want him to see you cry, so you hid your face in his shoulder, trying to clean the tears as they escaped your eyes.

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Jimin couldn’t train today. He had a lot of projects to catch on, so he decided to stay home and focus on his responsibilities first. He couldn’t go to the gym and, therefore, couldn’t see Y/N which made him disappointed. He had an internal battle of whether to text her or not. As much as he wanted any sort of communication with her, he wanted her to text him first, not wanting to seem too eager. Because of that, he had his cellphone full volume on right beside his paperwork as he proceeded with his academic duties. To say he couldn’t concentrate at all because of the constant ringing of his phone was an understatement. He grabbed his hair in frustration as he saw the notifications of mostly all his social media but none from texts. Just as he decided to mute his phone, he received a text from Taehyung. Curious as what he had to say, he checked the text that read: Where are you? followed by, Aren’t you coming?

Jimin sighed and quickly replied Can’t. Have so much to do :/. He decided to leave it at that, but his friend was fast to reply:

Well… you should’ve come. Y/N is certainly enjoying her training.

Jimin frowned at that. What do you mean? Seconds passed but he felt like they were hours before Taehyung replied.

Jungkook… Jimin’s frown only deepened at reading that name. He was getting impatient with his friend and his lack of ability to communicate, so he questioned. Jungkook what? Talk now!

Tae: Jungkook and Y/N are quite close, aren’t they?

You: I wouldn’t know since I’m not there! You tell me.

Tae: No, no… but I mean like close as in a relationship.

Taehyung was starting to get the worst of Jimin’s impatience with his teasing, so Jimin snapped. Just tell me all ready what you came to say!

Tae: Yeah, okay. They are hugging in the second floor.

Jimin’s heart sank at that statement. He knew well enough that Y/N was close with Jungkook, but he didn’t think it would go as far as hugging. He tried to cool down and think in his past encounters with her. She wouldn’t play with him… would she? Sometimes Jimin’s insecurities could lead him to believe he wasn’t good enough and right now they were clouding his thoughts as he slowly started to believe them. He needed some reassurance that his thoughts were wrong, that he was enough for her, but at the moment what he could do was use his friend as a spy.

Me: What do you mean by hugging? I swear that if you are making this up, I’m going to kick your ass.

Tae: I’m not making this up! Look, see it for yourself.

Taehyung attached a picture to the text that left Jimin with a knot in his stomach. He could see Jungkook’s strong arms holding Y/N, as his eyes were closed. Yet, what hurt the most was seeing Y/N holding him as well with her head buried in his shoulder and her hands strongly clasped in his back. Even if it hurt, Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off the picture. He swallowed the lump in his throat and texted.

Me: What were they doing before they hugged?

Tae: I don’t know. I just came by and saw them.

Me: What are they doing now?

Tae: They seem to be heading upstairs.

Jimin didn’t want to be like a jealous boyfriend since he wasn’t even Y/N’s boyfriend, but on the other side, he couldn’t help the jealousy burning through his body. However, he tried to calm down and trust her. Perhaps they weren’t together just yet, but he knew her well enough to know she wasn’t a player. He had dated many of them before, so he knew the behaviors they usually show. He could tell Y/N was the opposite of it, so he just exhaled his jealousy and sent a text. But this time not to Taehyung, but to Y/N.

Me: Hey

Keep it simple, he thought. In the future complications will probably arise, but right now just keep it simple.

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You usually didn’t check your phone during training, so you read your unread texts once you were in the comfort of your home. Even though you were a bit down because of Jungkook’s news, you couldn’t help feeling happy when you saw a text from Jimin.

Hey, it read. You decided on replying as simply as he did: Hi, but added at the end Didn’t see you today.

You waited a few minutes before another text came by.

Jimin: Yeah… had lot of papers to finish :(

You: Ah, I get you. Were you able to finish them?

Jimin: Thank god, yeah! I’ll be able to train again tomorrow. Want to train together?

You: Sure! I always enjoy the company. No reply came for a while, but then another message popped up.

Jimin: I’m glad. So, see you tomorrow?

You: Yeah! See you

Tuesday came by in a blink of an eye. You hadn’t spotted Jimin when you arrived, so as usual, you did some cardio before starting your routine. Descending the stairs, you spotted him talking to one of the trainers. He seemed to have seen you as well, so he excused himself out of the conversation and waited for you at the end of the stairs. He greeted you, and soon after, kissed you lightly on the cheek. You were glad your face was already red from the previous exercise you did, so you could conceal the hotness on you face. He suggested to do your routine and you complied by stating that you had to do deadlift. When you two were loading a bar to start, a boy with silvery-brown hair approached the both of you.

“Hey Tae, what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while,” Jimin palmed he boy’s shoulder.

“Hey,” he replied mimicking Jimin’s gesture, “Well, I’ve had a tight schedule since I had to switch a class…but that’s not important right now. What are you up to?”

“We are loading for deadlift” Jimin said while motioning with his eyes towards your direction. The boy, which Jimin called Tae, looked surprised upon seeing you and didn’t miss a second to introduce himself.

“Hi! I’m Kim Taehyung!” he waved swiftly. You stilled for a moment at hearing his name, but dismissed your thoughts, and awkwardly waved back while replying. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah you too! Umm… I guess I’m going to continue doing some bench press. See you around!” He said and left to the other side of the room.

“He seems nice,” you said to Jimin.

“Yeah. He’s my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten, you know” he said without waiting for a reply, and you were glad he didn’t want one because all the pieces started to fall in place. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung being two names you would never forget. Two inseparable best friends, one a leader and the other the gullible friend. One the main reason of your low self-confidence and the other the cause of your trust issues. This couldn’t be a coincidence, and with the last thing that Jimin mentioned, it certainly wasn’t. You looked at Jimin who was looking at you with a concerned look. Feeling like you would have a crying attack, you excused yourself by telling him you would go to the restroom. Once there, you dialed Jin’s number.

“Hey Y-”

“Jin! It’s him” you interrupted him, tears falling down your cheeks.

“What? What are you ta-”

“Park Jimin”

“Yeah you told us about him, what about it?”

“It wasn’t just a common name. It’s him!”

From the gasp you heard, Jin must have understood you now. “WHAT? So, you are telling me the Jimin you are dating is the same one from kindergarten?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying!” you said exasperated.

“Wow, okay…but how did you figure it out?”

“He just introduced me to his best friend, Kim Taehyung. That just couldn’t be a coincidence, right?” you said while sobbing louder this time.

“Okay, Y/N, I need you to calm down. Stay away from them, do you hear me? Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No… no I think I’m feeling better. I just… panicked for a second. I need to think this clearly before doing something stupid. Maybe later we could hang up?”

“Are you sure? I mean if that’s what you want then okay.”

“Yeah. Maybe this is what I needed for closure.”

“Yeah it may be… Call me if anything happens okay?”

“Okay… I’ll leave now, bye”

“Bye”

You hang up and exited the cubicle in which you had called Jin. Once you went to the main bathroom, you couldn’t help but look at yourself in the mirror that stood at the end of the wall. Looking down at your shorts you scoffed. It was an irony really. That the same person that made you not wanting to use shorts was the same person who made you want to use them again. You locked eyes with your reflection and whispered “He won’t hurt you again! Not this time.” A trail of thoughts came into your mind, while one main feeling grew in your heart. Resentment was the reflection of your eyes.

A/N: From here on, everything will go downhill, prepare for the angst.

Ps: Tell me what you think so far :)

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roses-symphony · 6 years

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Vanity Fair Interview after Eurovision

I: “So, how did it go?”

F: ”We are so happy. We gave everything we had. The song reacher people. That was the only relevant thing to us”.

I: ”There were any performances that impressed you?”

F: “Honestly? We didn’t have the chance to see anything. We were focusing on our rehearsal, performances and interviews. I saw France and Germany’s performances because they rehearsed before us”.

I: “This year a typical “Eurovision” song won, with a bit and show as main focus. Exactly what Salvador Sobral, last year winner, criticized lately. Which side do you stand for?”

E: “Some performances gave you the feeling of a maximum exhibition. I don't like this side of eurovision because I have differente tastes and, obviously, I’d have never performed on that stage like that. But it’s also true that there is a very big cross-culture and everybody represent their own culture. And some things that, for us seem too much, in other countries are normal. So it’d be important to know other countries’s show culture in order to understand if the performances are coherent with what they do in their country or if that’s all made just for Eurovision. If it’d be just all prepared for this show, then yes, it’d be too much in some cases”

F:” Insulting is too much. Everyone shows what they want to. Everyone represent their art as they want. I’d never dare to insult something that I don’t like. I don’t know why Salvador Sobral did it”.

I: “What kind of feeling you got bringing on this stage “Non mi avete fatto niente”?

F:” The message of our song was born between Rome and Milan, between mine and Ermal’s home and it spread trough all Italy. You saw how it went. We were shocked for what happened in our country, how the song has been listened to. We got out of Italy and arrived here in Europe finding fans from Netherland, France, Germany that sang our song already. That’s a stage that makes you addicted, the one of Eurovision. And it doesn’t make you calm think that there are 200milion of people that watch it. Usually, when you get on stage for the first time, the audience is very skeptical, at least in Italy. We worked a lot, both Ermal and I, to win italian audience. Come here and see that more than half of the audience sang our song since the beginning was a surprise and a very incredible emotion.”

I: “You’ve been great protagonists on social media during those last days, with a lot of hyor. There were meme, videos, gag. But it looked like music receded in the background . Is it good or bad?”

E: “Social media are a frame to music. We probably give a lot of material to do it. Because we have lots of fun, the two of us. We feel like laughing a lot. And a lot of weird things happen to us. For example, I needed 20 minutes to get in my pants tonight because the buttonholes were smaller than the buttons. I didn’t have scissors so I had to use a nail clipper and cut it little by little. If you take this ability of joking and put it on twitter with a photo or a video, you find a way to get closer to the ones who supports you in a very funny and playful way. It comes natural to us to be dorks.”

F:” The truth is that there is a lot of anxiety and we try to play it down as we can. We have been here for a week doing interviews, rehearsal, and trying to understand what was going on. After a while even fatigue makes you joke and take everything in an humorous way. And i think that’s even right.”

I: “The interviews were all in English. Ermal handled it amazingly.”

E: “I started studying it when I was a kid, watching movies. I always watched them in their original language with subs in english and I wrote on a paper all the words I didn’t know in order to translate them in Italian. I’ve always been a curious kid. So I used to write everything, to learn as much as I could. Then I studied Languages at university. At one point I thought, what did I need it for? Now I know it. To help Fabrizio to get used to other nationality which don’t speak Roman dialect!”

F:”Every time I travel aboard I have this problem, I’ve always been lazy and because I dropped school really early I didn’t have the chance to study it or to get deep into it. After this trip I wanted to learn english. Also, I found a friend like Ermal who can help me. However, Italians can get away with it anyway. They made me sing “Nel Blue dipinto di blue...” so eventually it’s enough to sing. I save my self “in extremis” everytime. When i come back to Rome I’ll do an intensive course tho.”

I:” What will you keep to yourself of the other after such a strong partnership (litt: Cohabitation)?”

E: “Fabrizio’s most beautiful thing is that he’s funny and auto ironical. When I love someone I usually make a lot of fun of them, that’s my way to show affection. So I make a lot of fun of Bizio”.

F: “The first time I called him I told him I was a point of my carrier when I needed new motivation, I just published an album, the 8th or 9th I don’t even know anymore, I told him that I’d have liked to work with him. Ermal gave me a lot and to me that’s the most beautiful thing. He’s younger and I found some sprint and redraft that still shake him and that I was putting aside. This partnership was good to me and I want to go in a studio and write new songs. He’s a great songwriter, he’ll surely help me with my next album.”

I:” After this experience will be over, the Eurovision stage will be one of the most importante stages for you and it came in an already great moment for you, after the Assago Forum for Ermal and the Stadio Olimpico for Fabrizio. Where would you like to be tomorrow?”

E:” (laughs) Home!”

F:” The Olimpico is very close. I would need a week of vacation without any anxiety around me. After we finished with the Sanremo Festival we haven’t rested once. Fan signs; always around, tour to plan. I’d like to stop and put my ideas together, it is a very intense period. But I’m looking forward to it”

#metamoro #esc2018 #ermal meta #fabrizio moro #sorry for the bad translation but I found some things too nice and had to do it

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lovelyirony · 6 years

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Livin’ Easy, Lovin’ Free

Since I wanna write about Tony being a fuckin nerd with a robot tie I’M DOIN’ IT and virtually none of u can stop me bc i love my idea (pt. 1??)

Steve Rogers was in a band. No one thought he would be in one because he was an art student in high school who was so asthmatic that he couldn’t even fast-walk without an inhaler at his side. And then in college he got big. Like, football big. But the man still had two left feet when it came to sports, so he was regretfully passed on.

It started when Bucky accidentally forgot to unlock him out of the dorm room and left for a two-hours-away concert with Clint. Steve had already sent him a text, and Sam would retrieve him in the morning. Maybe. But Steve had nothing to do besides read his textbooks (not likely), watch TV (he had just marathoned an auction show, so no) or learn something. He chose guitar.

He has to google it. He starts practicing. He likes it, even if the strings make his hands all rough. It’s rhythm. He just plays all night. Learns a couple of chords.

Steve starts getting pretty good.

He joins a band. It’s Bucky, Clint, and Sam. They’re called the Howling Commandos after Steve’s grandfather’s troop in World War II. “That’s bitchin’,” Clint comments. “We have to do that.” The group mutually agrees on it, and so it becomes.

It’s supposed to be a local college thing. They perform stuff from Led Zeppelin and AC/DC and all the classic rock stuff, occasional softie being thrown in there. Bucky’s voice is made for raspy singing and hard rock, something Steve can’t do. He cannot sing for shit. Like, at all. He can hum. But he can work the guitar. Bucky just jokes and says “yeah, he’s got artist hands.” Which is true. He does. His fingers are nimble and Steve can shred like nobody’s business.

They blow up after Sam, new member and all around Best Guy, releases a snippet on his Twitter to promote the band going to the pub. Way more people show up. “If you’re going to advertise, get a bigger bar,” Hill snipes as she wipes off spilled tequila. “Tequila’s coming out of your payment.”

“Better drink some then,” Clint says.

The Howling Commandos start performing at other venues. A record label picks them up. They’re the warm-up band for a bigger one. And it goes from there.

They become a household name overnight. People ask you who your favorite is, if you’re going to the concert. Steve doesn’t want to be stereotyped as the Apple Pie Lifestyle Dude. While he doesn’t mind it, he gets a feeling that’s what he’s gonna get all his life. So he mixes it up. Comes out on stage with eyeliner around his eyes, making already icy eyes explode. He wears his beat-up leather jacket and works on not smiling like Mr. Rogers. Bucky thinks it’s an improvement.

“Damn you look different,” Bucky says with a grin. “Like you’re actually gonna win a fight.”

“Aw, shaddup.”

Natasha Romanoff is not invincible when it comes to music she likes. She forced Tony to listen to classical music for a week straight because she was so moved by Tchaikovsky one day. She likes music. The Howling Commandos caught her eye because they’re right up her alley: classic rock without coming off as an asshole. Plus, it helps that both Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers have launched themselves into the audience to stop a pervert or to help someone who is having difficulty. They’re nice people. Natasha finds it adorably disgusting. (And if she has a thing for Barnes, then that’s her business.)

She knows Clint Barton. They went to high school together and kept in contact. She was one of the only classmates to think that he was worth something and that he wasn’t gonna end up as a hobo somewhere.

He got her in for free, front row. With a friend. So she chose Tony, naturally. If she brought anyone else, she wouldn’t have as much fun.

Of course, Tony comes as he is. “Hi!” He says brightly. They’re taking his flashy Maserati so they know that Natasha means business. (Also so she can look famous and badass while walking out of the car with her held-together-with-safety-pins shirt and her ripped jeans and scuffed boots. It’s thirteen year old her’s dream.)

Tony did not change into his Prescribed Hot Clothes. No, he’s still wearing his stupid “I’m Not Just a Businessman, I’m a Cool Businessman” attire, which meant he looked like a goofy teacher with a button-down and his robot tie.

“I’m gonna die of embarrassment,” Natasha says. “Where’s your AC/DC shirt?”

“In the wash,” Tony says with a shrug. “Rock isn’t about your outfit, it’s about your attitude.” Natasha snorts as she gets in the car.

“You’re such a dork.” Tony smiles. She plugs in the aux cord. He calls one song groovy and starts humming along to one she was playing earlier.

“I like this one.”

“It’s called Falling Off a Jet. I like it.”* Natasha is more nervous than she looks. She makes sure that she has her ticket and Tony’s in her purse more than once. They get in no problem. Tony smiles at the security guard. They get front seats with fancy drinks and food that Tony pays for.

The intro band is good. Natasha thinks they have potential. Tony keeps saying he likes one of the member’s neon pink shoes ironically. He dabs once. “I cannot believe I’m your friend,” Natasha groans.

“I’m in with the kids,” Tony says. “I’m a Cool Engineer. Peter told me so.”

“Peter would kill the president for you, his opinion means nothing.”

The band comes on. Natasha has to admit that Bucky Barnes’ Murder Strut makes her feel some type of way.

Tony...he’s in awe. Because here’s this blondie with icy eyes and a leather jacket, guitar slung across his body. He’s grinning as he looks out at the crowd.

“Nat, which one is that? Is that Clint?”

“No, Clint’s the one who just tripped,” Natasha says. “That’s Steve Rogers. He plays guitar. He’s scarily good at it.” Tony files the information away for later use.

Steve Rogers doesn’t notice Tony Stark at first. It’s only when he bends down to get the bottle of water that he hears someone laugh and it’s loud and sincere and he looks over and...

There’s a cute guy. He’s in a button-down and a tie with something on it. Steve kind of wants to see what’s on it. He moves a bit closer. He thinks they’re robots. Interesting.

The concert goes off without a hitch. Sharon’s interns have the lights downpat and Clint doesn’t trip again. Sam gets to sing quite a few songs, making some ladies and men scream as his mellow voice fills the stage. He keeps his eye on Cute Tie Dude.

After the concert, Clint tells them that some friends are dropping in to say hi and meet them.

It’s Cute Tie Dude!

Oh no.

Steve looks like shit. His eyes look like a raccoon's, he’s drenched in sweat, and is currently in a shirt that is advertising some stupid tourist attraction that Clint swears he saw a ghost at.

“This is Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark,” Clint says. Natasha’s stare lingers a bit longer on Bucky. Steve already knows that’s gonna go well. Tony steps up.

“I uh, liked the guitar,” he says. “Oh no, I’m sure everyone says that...”

“It’s fine,” Steve offers. “Uh, thank you. That means a lot to me.” Clint and Sam snort.

“Loverboy,” Sam mouths at Steve.

“Asshole,” Steve mouths right back. “So...Stark. Happen to be affiliated with Stark Enterprises?”

“That’s my company,” Tony says. “That’s why I wore the robot tie today. I was giving tours to some schools.” Goddammit he’s too cute abort mission Steve--

“That’s so cool,” Steve says. “How were the tours?”

And this is how Tony eventually tunes Steve’s guitar to just the right notes and fixes Sharon’s wonky light (”I think I’m in love with you,” Sharon says seriously to him, and he blushes he motherfucking blushes) and also blushes whenever Steve compliments him.

“I had a great time talking to you,” Steve says. “You’re...great. Awesome.” Tony’s face turns red. He looks adorable.

“Well thank you,” he says, smiling. “You weren’t too bad yourself, Rogers. You have to tell me the story of how the band formed sometime, yeah?” Steve nods.

“Here’s my number,” He says, holding out his phone. “I...I’d like to talk to you some more, if you wouldn’t mind terribly.”

They’re such fucking dorks. They send each other dog memes and Tony calls him to tell him that he bought another vintage painting of flowers because “it reminded me of you Steven, don’t you dare scold me” and Steve sends him presents from wherever they perform with a handwritten card and Tony sends him flowers and postcards.

“You guys are such dorks,” Natasha says one night when they’re finally watching a movie together.

Steve smiles down at Tony.

They kind of are.

#guys if i got something wrong just don't tell me #please #i can't handle being wrong when i know i am #i know nothing about bands or guitars or rock #i just thought it was cute #anyway this had no direction so enjoy as i fling this to u #whoops it's bad plot writing #it's okay tho i do that with every fic so it's like my signature by now #tony stark #steve rogers #stony #they're such dorks #rockstar au

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