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rrxnjun · 2 years

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will we talk? ;; ldh

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem! reader genre: college au, strangers to lovers | fluff word count: 7k (6.960) warnings: alcohol, swearing, suggestive, mentions of cheating and a failed relationship, very weird flirting because i'm not experienced a/n: writing this fic took me 7 months (with months long breaks, tbf) so i hope you like it lololol

synopsis: on a frat party you don't wanna be at, you meet a guy. he talks to you with ease, pushing and pulling you through the party and making you feel comfortable. something inside of you is strangely captivated by him. you don't know lee donghyuck-- though, something inside of you is telling you that you probably should.

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– if you dance with me, darling

Swirling the liquid around in the plastic red cup you’re holding, the frown on your face is too noticeable as you chew on your bottom lip and heave out a sigh. College parties were never really your thing– the truth is, this is your first one, and much to your dismay, you didn’t even want to attend it in the first place.

Eyes searching around, you try to find someone you could talk to. You’re not the most social– your ex-boyfriend would even call you antisocial, considering the fact that your circle was like ten times smaller than his was– but you figured that even though you broke up with that asshole only a few weeks ago and told yourself you have nothing to prove to him or yourself, your brain is telling you otherwise.

Your first year as a college student went by faster than you expected it to. With no drama to worry about and no stress that comes hand in hand with studying, that you, thank god, didn’t have to feel on your own skin, one would think your days would pass by much slower than any other student’s. The truth is, though, you’re so used to the stereotype by now, that you feel like you unknowingly missed out on everything the society told you to invest your time in.

And so here you are– at a college party of your friend’s boyfriend (his name is Jaemin, but you’re not so sure that you’ve ever seen him around), holding a signature red cup in your hand and contemplating all your life choices. If you don’t find someone to talk to soon, you might as well leave, you keep telling yourself– you went here to make some new friends, after all.

“What got you so spaced out?” you hear a voice next to you call, startling you out of your brain. The thoughts that have been swirling around in your mind are immediately shut off as you look over to the source of the noisy question, raising your eyebrows up when you spot a guy wearing his black shirt tucked into his belted pants. You’re not familiar with the resident frat boys, but even the smallest detail as tucking his shirt into his pants makes you realize that you’re not talking to just someone. Guys here wear sweatpants and ugly sweatshirts. He must be special.

Do you know that guy? Absolutely not. Something inside of you is telling you that maybe, just maybe… you probably should.

“Hello to you too,” you tightly smile, not really knowing how to reply to the stranger’s question.

A chuckle leaves his lips as he playfully rolls his eyes and stands closer to you, leaning on the counter top that is at a 90-degree angle to the one you’re currently leaning on, greeting you back. “Hi,” he meets your eyes, “what got you so spaced out?”

As soon as you hear him repeat his question, you can’t help but feel clueless and lost. What does one even reply to a stranger that asks for your personal thoughts at a party? Pupils shaking and nervous tapping of your knee, you decide on the smartest idea of them all: you lie.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

Yes, you managed to lie… You didn’t say anything about your lies being believable, though. The boy staring at you only laughs, but seemingly decides to let it go as he turns around to his left and takes a red plastic cup from the small tower of them standing in the corner of the kitchen counter. Pouring himself a drink, your eyes meet again as he hums.

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” he mumbles, looking seemingly curious.

Shrugging, you take a sip of your drink and fight off the scowl that is threatening to sit onto your face. “Not really.”

“Aah,” the stranger nods, a sound of understatement filling his voice, “I don’t see you around at parties often. I imagine this is not really your vibe,” he smiles, gesturing around with his hands, as if to show off the whole room.

You hum with a nod, not really knowing how to react to a stranger that managed to read you so well within a few seconds of first meeting him. Licking your lips and tasting the bitter kiss of alcohol on them, you put the cup on the kitchen counter and mentally tell yourself to abandon it, for you think that if you have another sip, you might just throw up from how disgusting it all tastes.

“Yeah,” you mumble, suddenly feeling awkward. Conversing really isn’t your cup of tea.

“I was kind of surprised to see you here, to be honest,” he points out, catching you by surprise, “I always thought you were… the calmer type? Like, I always thought you’d rather read your book than stand in a kitchen full of alcohol,” he shrugs.

Squinting your eyes to glare at him, you feel a strange ghost of irritation. Who is he to judge you? It’s not that he’s wrong– he might actually have gotten your whole personality summarized quite well. Maybe that’s the thing that makes your insides burn with annoyance. Hearing it from the other person’s mouth, you sure do sound silly. What are you? A main character out of your favorite Harry Styles fanfiction?

“How would you even know that?” you huff out, “do we know each other?”

The stranger in front of you seems to be caught off guard. A weird hint of victory washes over your insides– this is what happens to a frat boy that thinks everyone has to know who he is and how amazing he is. Wanting to bring down the ego of a boy that thinks way too highly of himself has always been one of your main goals to complete in your college years, and you are glad you finally managed to succeed.

“I mean… I thought- well, you’re friends with my best friend’s girlfriend… and I’ve seen you around, Y/N, so…” he trails off, looking rather confused at your sudden outburst. His furrowed brows and parted lips show you a perfect image of his thoughts, and you suddenly feel a little silly at flipping out so much.

He even knows your name. Maybe you are the one that fucked up here.

“Oh,” you heave out, feeling your cheeks heaten up with embarrassment, “I- I didn’t know. I don’t think I know you,” you proclaim with honesty, cursing yourself in your brain for making yourself look like an utter idiot at your first ever college party. This night was supposed to be filled with countless memories to look back to– some of them, you imagined spent drunker than the others; but the only thing you’re realizing right now is that you hate alcohol and human interaction. A perfect Friday, if you really think about it. A reality check, if you might.

“That’s fine,” he chuckles, pointing his eyes towards his feet for a bare second before he looks back up and points an outstretched hand towards you, “it’s Hyuck.”

Like in slow-motion, you accept his hand and shake it almost a little hesitantly, nodding. “Well, uh… it’s nice meeting you. I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he laughs, making you even more hot in your cheeks, if that was even possible.

“Oh, right,” you mumble, pulling your hand back and averting your gaze. Something about his name sounds vaguely familiar, like you’ve heard someone whispering about him in the halls, or like you’ve heard someone complain about him outside the bathroom stalls before. You’re not quite sure, though– you never really paid attention.

“So, Y/N,” he starts again, efficiently ignoring just how awkward the whole situation is, “what brings you here? To Jaemin’s party? Because as far as I know, you denied every single invitation Yeji has given you.”

Once again, you feel a little exposed in front of him, for you didn’t think your friend Yeji talks about you with other people from the campus. You decide to ignore that feeling and hum, lost in thought. “I wanted to try it out, you know. Everyone always talks about how fun the parties are, but I never gave it a shot before.”

Your explanation is enough for him, and you’re glad. It’s not like you’re lying– it’s only half of the truth, though. You really did want to try out partying on your own skin, to see what it’s like and what’s the appeal in it. Even your ex-boyfriend always used to ask you to go on parties with him, and while you always denied his invitations, because the image of a crowded place full of alcohol always made you uncomfortable, you now realize you should have given it a shot earlier. Maybe if you went, your ex-boyfriend wouldn’t have cheated on you at one of the infamous frat parties, who knows? That’s just a thought, though.

You don’t have to tell him how you feel lonely all the time since the night you broke up with your joke of an ex-boyfriend. He doesn’t have to know how much you pity yourself with the words he’s told you before he left and how much they haunt you and eat you up from the inside. He simply doesn’t have to know.

“And how is it going?” he asks, amused.

Locking eyes with him, seeing a glint in them that strangely makes you feel like you’re not made fun of– only playfully teased, on the opposite, you decide to chuckle. “Terribly.”

“Why do you think that is?” he asks. The atmosphere of the party is only a mere background noise to you now, focusing all your attention on Hyuck in front of you.

Picking at the skin of your cuticles, you give it some thought. Why do you not like this party? It’s not like your day’s been going terribly. You wore a pretty outfit, you didn’t get attacked yet, no drunkheads tried to seduce you under the ugly yellow light of Na Jaemin’s living room… Everything is totally fine, yet, you still find yourself despising every single second you spend on this stupid party.

“I don’t know. I don’t really know anyone here… and I’m not the best at talking to people,” you decide to choose honesty, “I also don’t really like alcohol and everyone’s drunk here,” you shrug. And I feel like I’ve given in and did exactly what my ex-boyfriend made me feel bad about not doing before, you want to add, but decide against it. Your therapist would be happy to hear that you’re getting better with not oversharing as much. It’s a step forward, truly.

“Hmm,” Hyuck hums, “got it.”

For a second, you think he’s done talking. You fully expect him to take his red cup with him and leave– that’s not who the person in front of you is, though. If you knew him better, you’d know that it’s basically his life purpose to make everyone on this planet his friend, in some way. Maybe that’s why he stands closer to you, making you scoot over to the far edge of the kitchen counter. The action takes you off guard, though, because you don’t know Lee Donghyuck– you never gave him any attention. Not like you had any courage to pay attention to other individuals of the male species while you were dating your ex-boyfriend in the first place, though… so nobody can really blame you for being so ignorant.

Pointing towards the living room in front of you, Hyuck starts to introduce some people to you. It’s strange, but you give in and listen. Maybe this is a lesson that the higher powers are trying to teach you.

“So, in the corner, you can see Yeji and Jaemin. But I imagine you know those two, since they’re your friends and all… To the right, you can see Mark Lee. An absolute unit, came all the way from Canada, speaks two languages but is also gradually losing vocabulary in both,” he jokes, his voice similar to the people in commercials in the TV, “there in the left corner? Lee Jeno. Don’t talk to him sober, because he’s terribly boring.”

“Don’t be rude!” you swat his shoulder, making him laugh.

“It’s true!” he complains, “I shared a dorm room with him for two years, so I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to say that.”

“Okay, but… why are you even telling me all this? I don’t know those people,” you furrow your brows, meeting eyes with him.

“Oh wow, almost like that’s the whole point,” Hyuck rolls his eyes at you in mockery, snickering, “you said you didn’t know anyone, so I’m trying to introduce them to you. Since you’re gonna be a regular at the parties now, you know. So you know what to expect when talking to all of those guys,” he explains, speaking as if it’s the clearest thing in the whole universe. Because this interaction is completely normal, of course…

“Well, I don’t know about being a regular…” you mutter under your breath, your comment drowning out in the loud music. “Why don’t you start with someone I’m already talking to, though?”

“Like who?” he asks, confusion sitting at his features.

Staring at him, looking absolutely done with everything, he still doesn’t seem to get the point of your comment. It’s so much to the point where you start questioning your own communication skills, but after the song stops and the kitchen is filled with the momentary sound of chatter from the living room, you decide to put both of you out of your misery.

“You?”

Blinking a few times to regain his composure, Hyuck laughs. “Oh, right.”

“So… tell me about yourself,” you say, nestling a little in your place so your back doesn’t hurt as much when it’s pressed against the counter.

“Oh please don’t. This sentence brings back war flashbacks from my first date-”

Sighing loudly, as if to show your annoyance with him, you silence him as he laughs at his own joke and bumps your hip with his, crossing his arms at his chest. “I don’t know what to say. What do you want to know about me?”

“Well, I don’t know…” you mourn out.

This conversation is slowly, but steadily growing more and more embarrassing. Nobody told you that meeting people is this difficult. The pressure you feel is only multiplying as you take notice of Donghyuck’s side profile when he snickers at your reply, white teeth on full display and his tanned skin glowing in the cheap, yellow light of the kitchen. Why haven’t you realized that he’s attractive sooner? Like… before you started being this embarrassing?

Talking with him is like a rollercoaster. One moment, he has you comfortable and biting back at his snarky comments, another, he has you nervous and quiet, hoping you don’t make a bad move and scare him off.

“I guess neither of us are good at first date chatter, then,” he snickers, looking at you from the side, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Are you seriously calling this a first date?”

“Who said I was?”

There you have it; a state of nervousness that makes pools of sweat form in the palms of your hands. Maybe you should have another drink, to break the ice. The last time you felt like this was on the first date with your ex-boyfriend, and if that doesn’t speak volumes, you don’t know what else will.

“Well, I… I-”

“Don’t worry. I have some manners, I wouldn’t take a girl on a first date to a frat party,” he calms you down before he shoots you a stare, eyes nestled on your face, “especially not when she’s this beautiful,” he adds, making you embarrassingly heaten in your cheeks.

“That was cheesy as fuck,” you try to hide your shyness with a snarky comment, laughing at the shake of his head in disbelief, averting his gaze towards the living room.

“Who said I was good at flirting?” he laughs, the sound making your heart beat faster.

“I just assumed you were,” you shrug, “with the amount of girls you must get.”

Looking at you in surprise, Hyuck puts out his bottom lip and snickers in awe. “Well, this explains why you didn’t even know who I was before. Because if you did, dear Y/N, you’d know that I get no girls,” he laughs, “but it flatters me that you think so.”

“I- well-” you stutter out, mouth open and gasping for air; much like a fish thrown out on the shore, clueless and out of hope.

“I would expect better flirting skills from you, though, considering that you were in a long-term relationship not too long ago,” he notes, taking you by surprise. How much does this man know about you?

Does he know you got cheated on? Does he think you must be that boring; that terrible of a girlfriend that your ex had to cheat on you with someone else, all while calling you worthless and making you believe it?

Does he think less of you now?

Donghyuck must have noticed something in your eyes change, judging from his next actions: his eyes grow apologetic, his body shifting closer to yours. Finding the right words is hard, but he manages to get out something that doesn’t ruin you even further, to which you are glad. At least you have something you can grab onto and move on from this topic.

“I bet us two could win at beer pong against Yeji and Jaemin,” he proposes.

“What brings you to this conclusion?” you ask, eyeing him from the side.

“Well, I know Jaemin. He can’t even play regular ping-pong, so beer pong can only be worse. And Yeji looks like she can hardly move in that top she’s wearing, so I think it’s sorted,” he mumbles, seemingly very confident with his explanation.

Laughing at the comment about Yeji’s shirt– to which, he was right; she even struggled to put the tight thing on when you got ready with her back in her dorm room– you break his confidence with a single sentence.

“I suck at games like these. And drinking,” you say.

Looking you in the eye, a grin plastered on his face, Donghyuck seems like he has a million-dollar-worthy idea sitting in his head, ready to be used.

“I will carry you. Now, wanna test out my theory?”

– if you take me home

Your sight is getting a little too hazy for your own liking, your legs stumbling over themselves as you giggle in the dark, reaching your arms out to support your weight as you almost fall over. They land on Hyuck’s figure in front of you, steadying you in the process.

Donghyuck was wrong. You absolutely did not win at beer pong with Jaemin and Yeji. Truth be told, you should have known– Na Jaemin used to play basketball with Zhong Chenle, the underclassman everyone keeps talking about. He quit basketball a long ago, but the skills he gained were useful to him today.

One thing led to another and you had to drink most of the red cups on the table, because your partner just had to drag you down with confessing that he can’t really drink beer, because he hates the taste, and even if he didn't, he wouldn’t drink it anyway, because if he mixes his alcohol, he pukes all over the place and has a headache that lasts for three days.

You trusted him. But oh well… every man on this planet must be a disappointment, isn’t that right?

Lee Donghyuck decided to make it up for you, though– insisting that he won’t let you go home by yourself this drunk, and also saying that he has the best remedy that will help you sober up quickly– a cup of fresh lemon juice with a bit of sugar. You told him you’re pretty sure that’s just lemonade, but he got offended and told you to just trust him, so here you are.

“I think this is just your poor excuse to get me to go over to your place,” you slur, laughing.

“I mean, it worked, so it can’t really be that poor, can it?” he grins at you, a smug look sitting at his features.

You hum, watching him as he searches for his keys in the pockets of his jeans. You always wondered how guys could go out with everything packed in the pockets of their pants. They could literally fit a whole Game Boy in there, if they wanted to– all you can fit inside of your pockets is a folded napkin. Even with that, you have to really try.

Seeing him in the yellow light of the lamppost above you, his features look softer than in the kitchen of Na Jaemin’s house. The light is not as strong, shining rather subtly over the curve of his nose and the tops of his cheekbones. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol working, or if you’re just really tired– right now, though, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a guy more attractive than Lee Donghyuck.

With his hair falling into his eyes, a little grown-out to the point that it makes you want to run your hands through it, with delicate hands fiddling with the keys in the keyhole– you wonder how it would feel to kiss him. Your mind is hazy and your thoughts keep morphing into each other, making it hard for you to hear him over the noise of the words running through your head.

“You okay?” you register, snapping you out of your daze.

“Yeah,” you nod, noticing that the door is now open and he’s waiting for you to follow him inside.

The journey up the stairs is rather difficult. It’s been difficult to walk through the town, in the straight streets of the neighborhood as well, so you can only imagine how much of a struggle it is to walk up two sets of stairs, up into Donghyuck’s apartment.

“Want me to help you?” he asks, looking at you with concerned eyes.

“I would rather die,” you chuckle, seeing him laugh. “I can do it myself.”

You’re awfully slow at walking. Even the simple action of switching your legs is hard for you, feeling like a toddler that is just learning how to walk. Donghyuck’s grin is only widening with every second that passes, bursting into full-on laughter when you rest on the last step of the stairway, composing yourself. Having balance when drunk out of your mind is only one of the things you lack, besides common sense, of course, so you are trying to make sure you don’t fall over and break your neck in the process. There’s nothing to be laughing at, really.

“You know, Hyuck, this is all your fault.”

“It’s my fault you got drunk?”

“Yes!” you yell, offended. “You didn’t want to drink!”

“It’s not my fault you’re awfully bad at beer pong!”

Taking the last step up, seeing Donghyuck back away, almost looking threatened, you grit your teeth and look at him with eyes that could kill. “You said you’d carry me.”

There’s a laugh full of guilt that escapes his lips, followed by a shrug as he reaches for your shoulder and drags you towards his front door, swiftly unlocking it and pushing you inside. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The room you’re met with looks like any other college student’s would. Almost plain, with little to no furniture decorating the corners, a weird-looking poster plastered right across the door. There’s only one shoe rack filled with footwear varying in sizes, indicating that Donghyuck shares the flat with someone– as any other broke student would. Although a little small, his flat feels cozy and home-y. You can even vividly imagine him putting his shoes on in a rush every morning, running to class in the very room you're standing in right now.

Taking your shoes off– because you’re not a heathen– you follow Hyuck into the depths of his flat. It’s not as deep as one would think, because again, a pair of college students can’t really afford a mansion, but you find it to be a good thing, since your drunk brain now doesn’t have too much information to follow and the possibility of getting lost in the place is smaller.

Soon enough, you find your feet meeting the cold tiles of his kitchen. He gestures to the three stools placed around the rounded, light-wood table, inviting you to sit. Following his directions, you let your body slump into the wobbly chair, eyes plastered on his figure now moving around the small area.

“Welcome,” he says, “forgot to say it when you got in.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, giggling. It seems like your companion was a little nervous about your arrival to his flat, since it made him forget good manners. You’ll let it slide this one time, though. You bet he’s a gentleman in any other circumstance. You’re drunk, after all– there’s no room for good manners now.

“Now, get ready for my fresh lemon juice!” he says, arms flying around his head in a victory motion, even though he still hasn’t proven that this is the best remedy for sobering up, making you laugh out loud again.

His figure moves around the kitchen with much knowledge– you suddenly imagine him cooking you breakfasts wearing only sweatpants and nothing else, wanting to slap yourself to wake your drunk mind up from the prying thoughts. His hands move to a white, plastic basket holding various types of fruit, placed in the middle of the table you’re sat at. The yellow of the lemon flashes in his hands under the subtle light coming off of the underside of the kitchen counter– the furniture here looks modern, making you believe that the flat came with the kitchen already furnished when Hyuck and his friend rented this place.

Opening up one of the drawers of the kitchen counter, he takes out a knife and a cutting board, stored together like a buy one and get one free deal. Placing the fruit onto the wooden cutting board, he slices the lemon in half and moves to another cupboard, taking a lemon squeezer out and moving just one step to the left, opening up another cupboard and wrapping his fingers around a glass.

“You seem skilled in the kitchen,” you mumble, letting your drunk mind say whatever comes into it. It doesn’t matter that he’s only making lemon juice for you– to your drunk mind, even the absolute bare minimum seems like a great accomplishment.

“Do I?” he laughs, seemingly getting that if you were sober, you would never have said that, “I like to cook sometimes.”

“You do?” you gasp, “that’s better than me. I’m shit at cooking.”

“I can cook something for you some time,” he shrugs, looking at you from behind his shoulder, a slight smirk sitting at his lips, “if you’d like.”

Humming, you break off the eye contact and look outside of the small window to your left, pretending to be interested in the blackness behind it. “I’ll think about it.”

A few moments of silence pass by, when you decide to speak up again. It’s not like you felt embarrassed, not at all, the silence felt oddly comfortable– you just feel a desperate need to talk to Donghyuck as much as you can; to get to know him better and keep up with the conversation. You don’t just want to waste your time with him in silence.

“So… how many girls have you taken back to your place until now, Lee Donghyuck?” you quirk up, “except for me.”

Donghyuck rolls his eyes at you when he hears the question, sighing. “I have no idea why you think I’m a player, dear Y/N, but by how many times you’ve hinted at it already, it seems like I have that effect on you… which I’m flattered to hear, of course, but the real answer is probably far from your expectations.”

“I- Well-” you gasp at his answer, suddenly embarrassed by his gaze.

Saving you from the awkwardness, he laughs it off and shrugs. “I don’t know. Like one, probably? I don’t have any game.”

“You think so?”

“Well,” he teases, looking you dead in the eyes, “do I, then?”

Cracking your knuckles in nervousness, the alcohol in your veins no longer providing you the courage you would desire when speaking to Lee Donghyuck under these circumstances, you shrug and take your eyes off him when you answer. “I wouldn’t necessarily say you don’t, you know.”

You don’t get an answer. You don’t know if you made things awkward by confessing this, or if you just made him panic by hinting that you may or may not have been trying to flirt with him. In a moment, though, he turns to you with a smile on his face and offers you the glass of lemon juice, placing it into your hand and taking a seat on the chair that’s closer to you out of the three.

Taking a sip, all while being watched by him, you scrunch up your face in disgust.

“Oh come on! It’s not even that sour. I added a little more sugar than usual as well, so it would be sweeter,” he exclaims, seeing you try to put the glass down. “No, no, you gotta drink it all, or it won’t work. Come on!”

“It’s so disgusting, Hyuck, I physically cannot-”

“Do it, you coward! I swear it helps!”

Sighing, you down the rest of the drink and squirm with the wave of sourness spreading through your body. Donghyuck giggles at your actions, taking the empty glass and washing it under the sink. He then places it on the space next to the sink, leaving it to dry.

“Now what? I tried your lemon juice, is it my time to leave?” you joke, seeing him hesitate for a second at your question.

“I mean… I figured we could hang for a while, and then, if you don’t wanna sleep over, of course, I can call you a taxi home,” he says, playing with his fingers in what you can only assume is anxiety.

Giggling at his stance, for the man in front of you looks so vulnerable right now– to be fair, though, you could ruin both his ego and his expectations any second if you decide to leave now– you only shrug and nod. “Sounds like a plan.”

Seemingly relieved, he nods and grins at you, escaping the kitchen. You follow him, assuming that it’s expected from you, only to be led into the living room, where the boy sits at the sofa and invites you to find your place next to him. He turns on the TV, just to have some sound in the background, when you decide to speak up again.

“You know, this is the best time I’ve had in a while,” you mention, smiling when your eyes meet.

“Really?” he lights up, a hint of a smile creeping back to his lips.

“Yeah,” you nod, “as you know… surprisingly… I’ve had a rough break up a few months ago and it’s been taking a toll on me, so… yeah.”

He nods, as if to show you that he understands. “I’m glad I was able to take your mind off it, then,” he says, “and that guy really wasn’t worth it, just saying though…”

“How do you even know?” you ask, laughing.

“I- I-” he stutters, seemingly in panic.

“Chill,” you giggle, “you can tell me. It won’t get weird. Or at least I hope.”

“Well,” he starts, “I’ve always… kind of… had my eyes on you? So I always made sure that Jaemin would invite you to his stupid parties, but then you got a boyfriend and I kind of stopped trying. That didn’t stop me from… observing you from afar, though,” he says, scratching the back of his neck in nerves.

“Hope that didn’t make it weird,” he mumbles, “but yeah. When I saw you at the party tonight, I figured I could at least finally talk to you, since you ended it with your ex.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you feel an unidentified sense of warmness in your chest. To hear that Donghyuck has been silently watching you all this time is weirdly flattering, especially since it’s been months of you and your ex being in a serious relationship. Things played out how they did and you surely got hurt in the process, but you wonder what would have happened if you went to one of Jaemin’s parties sooner and got together with Hyuck instead.

You don’t know him that well, but you think he’d treat you better than your ex boyfriend ever did. There’s a slight caring glint in his eye any time he looks at you, and there’s something that’s inevitably dragging you towards him.

“I’m not saying that it’s not kind of awkward right now,” you mumble, “but- but I’m flattered.”

“You are?” he asks, the stress seemingly falling off him the moment these words escape your mouth.

“Yeah. I mean, you’re really sweet and nice. And… insanely attractive,” you mumble out, hypnotized by his eyes on you. You no longer know if it’s the alcohol, or if it’s just your brain being hazy due to his presence. As the night progresses, you grow more and more affected by his looks and his persona, wanting to be close to him, desiring to spend more and more time with him, exploring all of his mind and his body. It makes you feel kind of ashamed, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Instead, his eyes slide down to your lips. You don’t know if you’d be silly to take it as an invite, but you do, full of courage now, and lean closer to his body. Inching slowly, as if you didn’t want him to notice, your face grows closer to his.

You’re so close to him you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to. You’re so close you can see every mole decorating his features, every little blemish on his cheeks, every slightest detail of his face. But more importantly, you are so close you can examine his lips to the smallest detail– you imprint the look of them into your mind, with every curve. They seem too inviting right now, even though slightly chapped, and you don’t think you can make your hazy mind back off now.

And he doesn’t seem to mind, with how he leans in so your lips touch, kissing you. It’s your first time kissing someone you just met, but you don’t regret it one bit, enjoying every second.

His lips are soft and gentle, testing the waters. When he grows more sure of himself, his hand grips your cheek, making you feel hot in your face. His every move captivates you, the slightest brush of his thumb against your cheekbone making you shudder.

“You taste like lemon,” he mumbles when he backs away for air, his voice a little husky. He wastes no time in exploring your lips again, giving you no time to take in what you’re doing.

Everything around you disappears, the background noise of the TV drowning out fully when you get more courage and straddle his lap. Your hands disappear in his locks, playing with the hair at the drape of his neck, while his arms move around your waist and bring you closer. His tongue hesitantly swipes across your lips, and you grant him entrance almost immediately.

Your kisses grow more heated, hands slightly pulling at his hair. When he pulls away for air, your lips travel down his neck, sucking sweet kisses to the soft skin, biting down gently in the crook of his shoulder. Hearing a muffled sound come out of his mouth, you smile into him and slide your hands down his torso, feeling his body through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Operating only on sweet desire, you press down into his crotch, lips finding his again almost immediately.

Moving into him, you find yourself getting completely lost in him. You wonder why you never noticed him before and why you’re feeling so attracted to him right now, of all times; when every time things got heated with your ex boyfriend, you made sure to stop him before he got too far. You don’t hate the new feeling Donghyuck's sparked inside of you, instead, you welcome it with open arms.

His strong arms flip you over so you’re now under him, laying on the soft cushions of the beige sofa in his living room. Plopping himself up with a hand pressed into the cushion, right next to your head, he slows the kisses and moves to peck your nose, then your forehead, then your lips again, sweetly.

“Let’s slow down, okay?” he mumbles softly into your lips, his other hand glazing along the curve of your cheek.

“Why?” you whine out, almost pathetically. “You don’t like what we’re doing?”

“I do,” he nods, not missing a beat, just to not make you think like he’s not enjoying what you’re doing with him right now for even a second, “of course I do. I just feel like you’ll regret this in the morning. And I don’t want us two doing something that would make you not want to talk to me when you wake up tomorrow, okay?”

“But-”

“You’re drunk. And after a break-up,” he notes, looking you sternly into your eyes, although with a hint of a care behind them that you never dare to miss, “we’ll hang out a few more times, try it out, and when you feel like you still want this later, I will never say no to you, okay?”

Looking at him, searching for any hint of discomfort in his face, you nod. “Okay.”

He kisses you sweetly one more time, laying next to you on the sofa. With his hand around your middle, he talks your ears off to sleep. The sofa is a little uncomfy, but with him by your side, you don’t think you’ve ever slept so soundly.

– will we talk in the morning?

Sunlight creeps into the room, the soft blankets wrapped around your body keeping you warm to the point when you want to fall asleep again. Comfortable mattress under your body and an arm draped around your middle– this is how you find yourself one morning, a smile creeping onto your lips. In this position, you feel like you never want to get out of the bed again.

Opening your eyes and looking at the boy next to you, your hand softly brushes through his hair, his head laying on your chest. He looks so calm, still asleep, his eyes shut and his mouth slightly agape, as adorable as a baby.

Looking around the room, so familiar with it now from the amount of times you’ve hung out in it with your boyfriend, you admire the polaroid of you sitting framed on his table, right next to the empty soju bottle filled with water designated to keep the flower you gave to him– a single, yellow transvaal daisy– alive for just a bit longer.

There’s hints of you in every corner of the room. There’s your hairpin on his nightstand, the hoodie you forgot at his place draped over the chair in the right corner of his room, mixed with his clothing he forgot to clean up into his dresser, as if it was meant to be there, with his clothes, all along. The Starbucks cup you got when you went on your first date is still on the top of his bookshelf– your name in a messy, sharpie-lined handwriting decorating the back side of the cup. Your Biology notebook is kept on his table, because you were meant to study at his place yesterday; but most importantly, your clothing is scattered all across his floor, again, mixed with his, from when you carelessly took it off your bodies in the heat of the moment last night.

It happened exactly like Hyuck said it could, back when you first met at Jaemin’s party. You slept over at his beige sofa, found by his roommate Taeil who was very concerned, but also amused, in the morning. Then, you went on a date to Starbucks. He told you all about him, seemingly relaxed, and you told him all about you. You spent time with him, exploring his mind first, forgetting all about the pain of your past.

He treated you right, just like he told you you deserved to be treated all the time. You went on more dates before you made your relationship official, and Hyuck finally got the girl he’s been dreaming of his whole high school years.

It’s strange how life works. But in the end, it somehow always works out right. And after exploring his mind and his insides, you explored each other’s bodies for the first time last night, on your 5 month anniversary.

You did it sober, both of you completely sure that neither of you would take it as a rebound, completely sure that neither of you would regret it in the morning. No hesitation, no unsureness. Just pure joy of being together, and loving each other to the most that your heart can take.

It’s kind of funny that the boy that took you home from a frat party, talked to you in the morning. Because that’s not how it usually goes along for girls like you, right?

Looking at the boy silently sleeping so close to you, you smile to yourself. Pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, you whisper to no one in particular– maybe just so the universe knows it’s working in your favor.

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #lee donghyuck #haechan #nct fic #nct fluff #nct x reader #haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 x reader #haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #haechan imagine #haechan fic #donghyuck fic #donghyuck imagine

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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law and order thoughts/spoilers

as usual, they're out of order thanks to citytv airing them weird, but OC/og/svu, here we go!

HATE that city tv airs these out of order. I would love to see SVU at the same time as everyone else for fucking once.

We stan a bad bitch wife. Even if she is the real villain. And this seems to be the theme of OC. But also why is this bitch’s hair always GEL SLICKED down like this?? -- WAS THAT A GAY THOUGHT?! OMG—

OKAY NOT THIS BITCH. THE DR WHO HARVESTED ORGANS WITHOUT PARENTAL CONSENT!?!!? Fuck…get your extra’s straight PLEASE

Okay. I GET Denise’s pov when it comes to this shit, ESP with Ayanna missing handoff time for what I’m guessing is not the first time post split. But like, why must we bury our gays yet again. Why can’t we just have a fucking happy lgbt relationship SOMEWHERE on one of these shows???

“two people aren’t that close for that long and never sleep together.” Stabler: “you sure about that?”

LOOOOOOLLLLLLL as much as I don’t want EO together at this point, I do love all the little easter eggs that they toss into the shows this season

Ayanna really not fucking around with these rats and girl… I fucking feel you

Course she lied to the police, saw that one coming. Like, this bitch is not dumb, she clearly would’ve dumped the phone and is going to help this guy, like, come on guys…

This bitch is gonna be dead before you get to the Canadian border…

OH SHIT. THIS I DID NOT SEE COMING. Shiiiiitttttt

I’m way more invested in this than I thought I would be. As usual, I think it’s because of Ayanna

Bruh, she’s better at de-escalation than olivia is, I said it.

This man is a CHILD. Like…a CHILD. I’m over him being the main villain of this season I’m over him, please let this only last half a season PLEASE.

I was JUST about to say “man, I think I liked this ep so much because there was so little Stabler” and then he goes and rage punches a mirror in a public bar bathroom. Bruh. You better be paying for that….

Mothership time!

Okay… wait… the girl Nolan was with… I could SWEAR that’s kat’s cousin/sister/whatever….but shit aint up on imbd yet so someone remind me to look this up later.

Also…did we *really* need t have two vicious subway attacks two weeks in a row guys??

Also also….sir… you are not a cop..you do not have a weapon…why are you running *toward* the shooting.

Great acting though dude, props to the shaky hands looking legit.

Cosgrove: where the hell did he go? Bruh… you’re asking that like you were in hot pursuit… he’s LONG GONE

All they need to do to prove this wasn’t the shooter is run a quick gsr test… like…stop pushing that angle and work the other ones.

ROSSI??!! Jfc… lololol

Okay I’m 99% sure lacey’s mom was a vic on svu….like I get it, there are only so many actors, esp for extras and in nyc but like…cmon.. lololol (sidebar: I need imdb to update pls) (update: its not lol)

I bet that they didn’t tell the mom that kate knows sign and all of this could be thrown out by a lawyer later on, though they could claim its just lip reading but like, she did invoke and a good attorney would throw hands over this. (even if they’re not associated…I cant remember the proper word rn lol)

ACCOMPLIASE! THAT’S THE WORD!

Listen… I just don’t like jack mccoy. I don’t know why. And it’s more him in the new season, didn’t mind him in the earlier svu eps (minus him threatening casey’s licence multiple times but at least Donnelly had her back)

God Sam’s so fucking hot. I may need to rewatch the last season so I can accurately start writing for her… and that RED. PLEASE!?!

Okay Nolan and this other attorney defs fucked/dated in the past. There’s no questioning it

TAKING THE JURY ON THE TRAIN!?? Well…never seen this shit before…(I wasn’t paying attention prior to the train so like, if that was some weird imagine thing, pardon me lol) but like DAMN.

I need to have a couple of eps without Nolan. I want to see Sam take first chair or a solo case.

Yeah they definitely dated…

Okay that episode was heavy.. if you’re going to watch, be known that it could defs be triggering, both the opening segment, the main living victim’s testimony and the jury on the crime scene train was all a LOT

SVU fucking finally. Bring me my babies please!!

Therapy! Thank fucking god! I mean, she’d obvi have to be post shooting, but like, still. Thank fuck

Okay this amanda does seem like more early season amanda, like, the defensiveness, the closed off, please don’t be that closed off with your friends or carisi pls.

But also like, fuck. How hard it must be to deal with what happened when you’re at home with the girls when you can’t pick either of them up because there’s a hole in your stomach….

“we bring HOME” ???!!!! SO THEY LIVE TOGETHER NOW, RIGHT!?? UGH. THE CUTENESS. I ADORE PAPA CARISI

Okay I cant decide if amanda would be all over this case because of her obsession with social media/reality tv and the like, or if she would just roll her eyes at the way the girl was acting because she’s done that shit in the past like with… skye…I cant remember her real name but when the vics don’t see themselves as vics or want help amanda usually shoves them away

“she’s a millennial, they’re entitled” OUCH OLIVIA, OUCH.

YES!! MUNCY! YES!! I LOOVE when they bring in actors reality’s into their characters (and molly’s a huge sports fan)

Yeah right, “my daughter’s a huge fan” amanda?! Please. It’s you.

Girl…if you wanted to not be followed and not stand out why tf are you wearing a BRIGHT pink hoodie??

Liv looking *fire* thank god this season did her so much better

Ugh COUCH CUDDLES GOD LORD HEY ARE FEEDIN US WELL

Would have been made 10000 times better IF she was wearing the Fordham hoodie

Oh jesus fucking christ. I stand by what I said earlier; amanda could never have been coping through this without having someone else helping her with the kids cause she is not okay…

That ring is not gorgeous. It looks like a cheap ass plastic kids toy ring

This case is giving me major Spousal Privilege vibes.

Okay that *is* Tensley Addams mom…

HAAAAA!! I KNEW THE WARDROBE ADVICE WAS COMING lololol. Like, nick got told to shave INSTANTLY, this girls been walking around in jeans and baggy hoodies for way too long now.

Okay, I know this is “based” off the depp/heard case, and honestly, I’m (so far) super happy with the way they’ve done it. It could’ve been a LOT more obvious and this is like, the right way of taking “ripped from the headlines” and making it into a plot bunny for an actual episode.

Im sorry… THAT’S austin’s lawyer?!?! The so called “most expensive, best lawyer in the city?” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? No.. absolutely not. (and this isn’t even me being salty about rita not being around…this is just be thinking there’s no way she’s the best he could get…) (and no offence to her, it’s the costuming choice in her first scene…bruh…no..) (arraignment outfit much better)

YES!! YES!! THEY LIVE TOGETHER!!! (also there was so definitely more to that office scene and they cut it… FUCK)

Theres something going on with the red pants in the gallery, theres too many of them to it not be a thing…

Okay, I was right for the red pants

She can’t close the courtroom??? Seriously?? I thought that was a thing? And was honestly already wondering why the gallery wasn’t cleared.

Eeeeecckkk I know carisi is doing exactly what he needs to for court, but like…that argument would be something that would directly affect and hurt amanda, esp the state she’s in rn. Thankfully, I don’t see her in the courtroom so at least she wasn’t witness to that…

THAT ROLIVIA SCENE OH MY GOD PERFECTION

So…the girl asks for a back exit from the precinct cause she think papp’s followed her, but she walks out the front stairs of the courthouse post verdict???

How tall is this kid!?? Like he’s bigger than carisi?!

Okay, we were fed WELL tonight besties. I am so thankful to finally see amanda realizing what her issues are and dealing with them while having the full support of her (presumably) closest friend liv and her love, like, this is healing, this is growth and progress. Do I hate that she’s going to leave in a few eps? Absolutely. But this is so much better than the past.

This week had yet another great episode.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #rollisi #rolivia #olivia benson #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #svu

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transboysokka · 8 months

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okay let’s dive into this religious trauma lol it’s Brand New and I haven’t articulated it before and would love any advice or guidance bc I can’t afford therapy rn lololol

idk

Ok I grew up in a SUPER evangelical area like kids would stay home from school on Halloween and nobody was allowed to read Harry Potter… that kind of place. All the businesses would close on Sundays, you get it.

My dad actually wasn’t religious until I was 7 years old and he was Born Again and got EMBARRASSINGLY into it

I went to church every Sunday and like a Bible club every Wednesday where we no joke just memorized Bible verses and practiced proselytizing

My parents became missionaries and I spent a lot of my childhood practicing Religious Imperialism in Guatemala

I knew from a young age it was Wrong to be gay (trans wasn’t even in my vocab)

My family was REALLY in the Spiritual stuff which I still believe in because I saw these things happen but am trying to wrap my head around what the actual context might have been: possessions, real life miracles, stuff involving spirits and demons

Two important things happened when I was 14 which were a HUGE basis for the rest of my life:

1. I heard the word “transgender” for the first time. I looked it up and IMMEDIATELY knew that was me but had a HUGE freak out because I thought I would go to hell and I couldn’t lose my family so I immediately decided to repress it which I successfully did for another 6-7 years

2. I had a Religious Breakdown and was like “why am I doing all this bullshit do I even believe in it??” and then I swear to god (hehe god) I suddenly felt the Holy Spirit inside me. Like I’ve felt it since and I can’t describe it but it’s a serious light and presence inside me and I still honestly don’t know what else could explain the feeling

Anyway are these two things related who knowssss

Anyway I kept it up, walking the walk, talking the talk, pushing myself WAY more into femininity

In the first year of college I started IDing as non-binary just to give my still-repressed inner boy SOME relief

By this point I was SO over the proselytizing imperialistic aspects of Christianity but was still 100% in it for the spiritual elements

That summer I started working at a Christian summer camp full time for $100 a week (yeah, and they pressured us to donate some of that back to the camp) and it became my entire fucking personality I ate, slept, and breathed Jesus

I kept working there a few more years. I remember when the Pulse nightclub shooting happened my boss asked me to lead a prayer and I first of all had no idea why I was the one they asked lol but I also felt NOTHING about what had happened. (This memory terrifies me to this day)

At no time during any of this, did anyone tell me it was bad to be gay or trans. I just… had absorbed it all so much from my childhood that I kept pushing the narrative inside myself

A few years passed, I kept going to church and Bible studies, but I started to clear from some of that culty fog. Also my family was a lot less overtly religious at this point? My dad became a total asshole (that’s another post lol) and that kind of Killed the Jesus Mood there

I finally admitted I was trans and dug up those repressed feelings and WOW did I feel sick for what I’d done to myself for years when my identity was RIGHT FUCKING THERE

anyway I came out socially pretty quickly but was still kind of hush hush about it around home but also ASSUMED my family knew at this point, like they have eyes right?? (I was living back with my mom for Family Reasons and was sharing a room with my little sister omg ugh)

I kept going to church and listening to my Christian Music that I swore made me feel the Holy Spirit through all of this

People would give me Looks all the time and I probably was imagining like half of them at least but it still wasn’t a great vibe

I ended up moving to China and was able to find a Secret Illegal evangelical church to go to (THAT’S an entire other post) and I got really involved in the community there and at one point one of the church leaders was praying for me and asked god to like cure me of the confusion in my head and come back to my true identity or some bullshit??? that was so fucking jarring to me I never went back

I’ve started feeling more strongly about my weird feelings since then (that was like 5 years ago?) and haven’t gone to church since then but still tried to keep up the more spiritual aspects like prayer and reading the Bible. I’d go to church when I visited my family and would be fine talking to my mom about more spiritual stuff like prayer and following the Holy Spirit, etc.

My enthusiasm has been fading over time but I kept hanging on to “well I feel the Holy Spirit so this all must be real even though modern Christianity is so perverted from the true tradition but I still love Jesus so I’ll keep following him on my own even though churches suck”

And now pretty recently I’ve been like “okay actually no there are a lot of fucked up people who call themselves Christians and are just evil. I’ve been so hurt by Christianity throughout my life to the point that I denied my OWN identity for years without even being told to. I’ve definitely got some trauma to unpack”

And NOW super recently I have like palpably negative emotional reactions when I see anyone talking about Christianity or my mom mentions she’s gonna be praying for me or something. Like it seems like whatever trauma I have is getting worse??

I’d love to Get Over It…

ALSO if I ever told my mom how I’d feel she’d be so fucking disappointed in me bc she’s been drinking that kool aid her whole life and I CANNOT have my mom disappointed in me lol even though I’m pretty sure my siblings have similar feelings to me about religion

#if u read all that… wow good job #tian talks

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otonymous · 4 years

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Glutton For Your Flavour (Obey Me: Beelzebub - NSFW)

Description: You’re about to become Beel’s next meal Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Spoilers for Lesson 5 of MS (hard). Please note potential trigger warnings: dub-con (as an inadvertent result of somnambulism), cunnilingus in two flavours (soft and rough), squirting and overstimulation, slight size kink, very faint hints of tetraphilia, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it blasphemy, slight fear (monstrous descriptions) Word Count: ~2900 words (~14 mins of smut & shenanigans) Author’s Notes: My very first fic for the Obey Me fandom! I know I’m late to the party, but I’ve recently started playing this game and the story and its characters are so amusing I had to write about it. This piece may not be to everyone’s taste, so please, please, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above and skip if it’s not your cup of tea. That being said, hope you all enjoy the read! 💕😆

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“Bad luck to be sharing a room with Beel, but what can ya do after he destroyed yours while destroying the kitchen, and all for a dumb custard! Be careful — he might mistake you for a snack and eat ya in the middle of the night, hahaha!”

Mmm.

The scene fragments, Mammon’s face wavering as his voice grows faint, consciousness seeping into dark corners like sunlight cutting through fog. And when you open your eyes, you can’t quite place where you are for a moment, straddling the line between dreamscape and reality.

Ahh…

You sigh. There it was again, the sensation so pleasant it had roused you from the deepest slumber.

Further blinking off the haze of sleep, you take in your surroundings: a large bed lying empty across from yours in a room almost cavernous in size and just as dark save for a candle burning low on a desk, the glow of its flame orange like the hair that was currently brushing soft against your inner thighs—

“BEEL?! WHAT THE HELL?!”

“So tasty…not…enough…need more…want to…eat…zzz….”

Eyes still closed, the demon’s face is shiny even in the dark, slick from cheek to chin with what must’ve been a copious amount of his saliva and your arousal, you blush to realize. And when he doesn’t budge even after a swift kick to the face, you are ashamed to find the Lord of Flies’ show of strength sending yet another throb to your already pulsing clit.

He does wake though, Beelzebub’s amethyst eyes opening wide before he falls backwards onto the cold stone floor to realize what he had inadvertently done in his sleep. And as the always-famished sixth born looks from the shredded remnants of your panties to the pool of wetness on the sheets where his chin had rested, he becomes even more tongue-tied than usual.

“I…uh…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…I dreamt I smelled something delicious and I was so hungry…and somehow I’m here, on the floor…I don’t even know…I-I’m so sorry!”

His cheeks grow so flushed they remind you of the red spider sandwiches he packed away during dinner, stuffing them two by two into his mouth until Satan smacked his hand away for trying to take more from his plate. The expression on his face is so full of remorse that even if you were angry, you’d be inclined to forgive the demon who was currently grovelling at the foot of your bed, swearing he would hand himself over to Lucifer and Diavolo first thing in the morning to be strung up and hung upside down for a fortnight, even (gulp) forgoing food for a day or two.

“Beelzebub…Beel…BEEL!” You shout, interrupting his self-inflicted tirade. “It’s okay, you didn’t mean it. You were sleepwalking. You don’t have to go to Lucifer and Diavolo about this.”

“No, I have to. My behaviour was inexcusable—”

“BEEL! Let’s…just…try to go back to sleep, okay? We have our midterm in Devildom law tomorrow morning and I really don’t feel like failing just because I didn’t get enough shut eye. So please, can we just pretend like this didn’t happen?”

Those orange brows are still furrowed when Beel finally lifts his head and nods. But then his gaze is falling again on the wet sheets and the shiver than runs through that larger-than-life body seems to send another wave of anxiety through the demon. He makes a mad dash for the door, murmuring something about getting a snack from the kitchen and “you can have the room tonight” before it slams shut behind him.

He doesn’t return for the rest of the night.

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The exam was so disastrous even Mammon didn’t bother sneaking another peek at your paper after the first two questions. And even if you had somehow managed to get back to sleep after last night’s ordeal, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that you were still distracted by the memory of Beel’s mouth on your pussy:

His long tongue, serpentine as it delved deep between swollen folds to taste you with gusto.

The way he rolled your clit between those plush, soft lips before sucking it into his hot mouth, over and over again.

The throbbing between your legs that refused to cease long after the Avatar of Gluttony had left the room you were temporarily sharing, sleep only forthcoming once you had succumbed and reached beneath the sheets to finish the job he had started, your moans licentious even to your ears as you pretended your fingers were his.

It was a pale imitation, of course. That much you could see for yourself, stealing a glance at Beel seated two rows down — quill twirling between long, dexterous digits when he wasn’t putting ink to parchment.

But those gigantic hands were just a small part of what made Beel demonically attractive, as if the word “small” could be applied to him at all: tall and built, there were times when even you envied the ease with which he maintained that perfect physique despite his penchant for shovelling enough food to feed all three realms into his mouth on the regular.

The same mouth which brought you so much pleasure the night before.

Ahem.

Clearing your throat, you pretend not to see the smirk that spreads across Asmo’s delicate face, hoping the lusty demon sitting just to your left wouldn’t pick up on the very secret thoughts you were having about his brother.

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[Private Chatroom]: Satan, Levi, Mammon, Asmo

Satan: This is going to sound crazy, but doesn’t it seem like Beel’s…hungrier than usual? Is that even possible?

Levi: OMFG! You should’ve seen the state of the kitchen this morning after Beel decided to camp out there overnight! It was a total war zone, like that epic battle scene in Vol. 5 of TSL lololol. Soooo good XDDDDD

Mammon: Hey! He’s gonna eat us outta house and home at this rate! Shouldn’t we stop him?

Satan: You do it, Mammon. Aren’t you always saying that there’s nothing The Great Mammon can’t do?

Mammon: …..

Asmo: Please, as if anyone — angel or demon — could come between Beel and a meal.

Satan: Why was he camping out there in the first place? Was there something wrong with his room? I don’t remember him complaining about anything since he got shacked up with the exchange student.

Levi: Not like he could, seeing as it was his fault to begin with and a direct order from Lucifer.

Asmo: Maybe we should ask her. I’m sure she knows something about what’s inciting his hunger judging by the way she kept staring at him in class today fufufu 😏 She almost failed her midterm because of it, isn’t that right, Mammon?

Mammon: ‼️‼️

[Mammon has left the chat]

Levi: He is sooooo transparent LMFAOOOO

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Gasp!

Pressing a hand to your mouth, you try to contain your shock at the sight that greets you when you peek around the corner into the kitchen:

Curved, ebony horns sitting majestically atop a head of disheveled orange hair. Thick, corded muscles that ripple across a broad back — readily apparently because the creature bent over a mountain of food on the ground was wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms, loose and slung so low over narrow hips that the sharp V defining his groin is visible even from the distance at which you stood.

Because this wasn’t quite what you were expecting to find when you made your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night to search for Beel, thinking to approach him about the peculiarity of his recent behaviour: the way he now ate constantly and was less satiated than before, the fact that he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid you even though you shared a room.

In fact, he hadn’t said so much as another word to you after he gave you two dozen of his prized custards the morning after the incident, apologizing again until you had to be the one to make him swear he wouldn’t breathe a word of it to Lucifer. The demon even made a beeline for the door as soon as he saw you emerge from the bathroom tonight, fresh from a shower.

It wasn’t hard to guess where he was headed.

Even still, you tried to focus on your textbook, reading the same line over and over again as you waited for Beel to return so you could have a proper conversation with the demon you made a pact with. And when you could wait no longer, you made your way towards his favourite room in the House of Lamentation — silently, so as not to draw the attention of the eldest sibling.

But the growls coming from the direction of the open fridge this time sounded like Cerberus himself, enough so that you find yourself rooted to the ground, unable to take another step forwards or back.

You had never seen Beel like this before, tearing into whatever he could get his hands on with a savagery that made your heart stop. Teeth, lips and tongue devoured without second thought in a way that was simultaneously terrifying and…

Throb.

…arousing.

Suddenly, he stills, throwing his head back to sniff the air once…twice…and in a flash, he is upon you, towering over your head as he rises to full height — bigger and taller and much more intimidating than you’ve ever seen him before.

You should have been scared. Any person in their right mind would have if they found themselves cornered by a demon of Beelzebub’s calibre. But the hands that balled into trembling fists at his sides made you feel oddly secure, your deepest instincts telling you that not all was as it seemed.

“You need to leave. Now…please.”

“What’s going on with you, Beel? I just want to help—” You reach for his arm. He jumps back as if burned.

“I SAID YOU NEED TO LEAVE! I-I…can’t hold back…for…much longer!”

Handsome face screwed up as if in pain, Beel turns to put as much distance as possible between the two of you, squatting on his haunches with his head in his hands when he murmurs:

“I…I don’t know what’s going on with me. This has never happened before. I’m hungrier than I’ve ever been. I eat and eat and eat and it still isn't enough. The last time I felt satisfied was when…when…”

His voice dies down to a whisper.

“…when I tasted you.”

Throb.

Putting out a hand, you steady yourself against the wall, knees suddenly weak at Beelzebub’s admission. Or perhaps it was due to relief, the tension that had been steadily building in your strained relationship with the demon released to know that you weren’t the only one who desired to revisit that night’s events.

So you gather your courage, stepping softly towards the demon who crouched on the ground next to the lit fireplace, the heat radiating from the hearth warming the flesh you had deliberately left bare when you lift the hem of your night gown to expose yourself to Beel.

“What are you doing?! I told you, I can barely hold back—”

“Then don’t. I don’t mind, Beel. I…I like it too.”

Amethyst eyes darken as they look up into yours, orange flames reflecting off pupils blown wide. And when he speaks next, the deepness of his voice echoes in your body, as if its source were to be found within your own soul.

“Ask and ye shall receive. I won’t touch you until you do.”

Nipples hardening beneath your gown, the rush of heat that floods your core makes you shudder when you say,

“Please, Beelzebub…I want you to eat my pussy.”

Back hitting solid wood, you barely have time to gasp before you are pulled to the edge of a long table in the centre of the kitchen, a long tongue running up the insides of each thigh in turn before they’re propped up onto broad shoulders, Beel’s breath blowing hot on the space in between.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can hold back. I’m just…so famished, so desperate to taste you again—”

His words cut off in a low growl as he presses his lips to your folds, saliva dripping from his mouth mixing with the juices that already painted a glistening sheen on pink flesh. You fight to bite back a moan at the vehemence of his hunger, the sheer greed of his tongue — flicking at your clit until your back arched off the table, heralding the arrival of the cream that leaked only to be swept up by Beel licking from end to end of that swollen seam. And when that still wasn’t enough, you nearly swooned to feel that serpentine tongue penetrate, reaching depths that surely only a demon would be able to achieve as Beel sought out more of your flavour.

He buries his face deeper into your pussy, nose nudging your clit as arousal smeared over the entirely of his visage. The vibrations of his voice further stimulates your locus of pleasure, punctuating the lewd, wet sounds when he says:

“You smell so delicious. All the time. And tonight, when you stepped out of the shower…I couldn’t take it, not with the way your scent flooded my senses. I had to leave or else…this would happen.”

“Oh Beel…you should’ve told me sooner.”

Mind lost in a haze of lust and body boneless from riding out wave after climatic wave, you reach down a trembling hand without thinking, fingers innocently tracing along the smooth ridges of the onyx horns that lay against your abdomen.

Suddenly, his breath hitches at your touch and the Sixth Prince of Hell is throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a moan loud and deep enough to reverberate off stone walls, clattering stacks of dishes in cupboards and making you come once more — legs convulsing upon his shoulders as you feel a preponderance of fluid gush forth from your body right into Beel’s waiting mouth.

The pleasure was such that you’ve never known before, so good that surely, it must be bad in some way, shape or form. But you hadn’t the energy to ponder further.

No, the only thing you’re aware of when your vision goes black is that Beel’s mouth is still on you, feasting upon a pussy that continued to respond to the teasing movements of his lips and tongue even as you ceased to think.

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Cheddar. Pickles. Ketchup and mustard.

The smell is what rouses you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw when you awoke in your own bed: mountains of cheeseburgers arranged on platters filling up every available surface in the room you shared with Beel.

“You can sleep for longer if you want. I told Lucifer you’d be skipping class today because you’re not feeling well. Are you…feeling well?”

Beelzebub lifts his head from where it’d been resting at the side of your bed, the rest of his body laid out on the floor as if he were guarding you like an oversized dog. Those puppy dog eyes, full of concern, didn’t help his case either.

“I’m fine, Beel. Better than fine, actually. I feel fantastic!” You smile, moving to sit up in bed. The demon springs from the ground, putting an arm around your shoulders to help prop you up, and your heart can’t help but warm at how protective he was being.

He breathes, relief flooding those handsome features. “I’m glad. I was afraid I lost control last night and had to carry you back. You were just…so tasty and…satisfying…”

Those amethyst eyes glint as they travel to the apex of your thighs, and all of a sudden, he is grabbing at those human world cheeseburgers, shoving them into his mouth two at a time.

“Have some,” he says between bites. “They’re my favourite and I thought you might like them too. Besides, you need to eat if you’re gonna keep up your energy.”

You reach towards the nearest platter, taking one for yourself. “Energy for what?”

Beel looks at you, expression completely serious when he says, “For the next round tonight.”

Throb.

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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AAHHHH!!! 34k? 34k? Nope,no ma’am..there’s no way. Time flew by while i read it and next thing you know i was done and i got sad but then I remember i can just re-read it( WICH I FUCKING WILL BTW)…..There’s some spoilers ahead so please feel free not to answer this ask(I don’t want to ruin it for others) but i had to come here and say this :3💕

Ok first of i wanted you to know that it was one of the best fics I’ve read in a while and you have no idea how much i enjoyed it. I was reading it between chores and let me tell you I’ve never cleaned my house so fast just so i could continue reading like WHAT??

The interaction between reader and Bakugou feels so natural from the get go and that bit when he gets grumpy when reader mentions him dropping his big ass sword

‘’Oh upper case,I’m so scared’’ — i can just imagine him pouting so clearly in my head because he would think typing with upper case would help him get his message across lmao

And him going on quests when reader is not online and getting items specifically with her in mind is one of the sweetest things things ever.

I felt it in my soul when reader has this image of him on her mind,how she sees him doing all these little mundane things. Because YES same! Like sometimes i think “ i wonder how Bakugou would…..” You know what i mean?? Please don’t answer that,I’m pretty sure you do,my fellow Bakufucker senses tell me you do know what I’m talking about. Anyway love his cocky saying how much cooler than reader he is while swinging his big ass sword this way and that? Please I wanna hit him in the back of the head with it for that LMAO. And when he voice calls us for the first time,omg I am not kidding you when i read :

A soft melody began to chime out from your speakers as he initiated the call..

I swear i got so nervous for absolutely no reason,i locked my phone and found something to do cause i was not ready to “hear his voice’’ . PLEASE I’M HOPELESS. I would do this continuously when things got too good. When he video called? I just sat there for like 10 minutes i kid you not just staring at my phone trying to calm down.

He’s a softy,a big ol’ teddy bear with stuffing that’s gone hard and clumpy but he’s still super soft even if people think otherwise. I love how much he calls us sweetheart heart,how he finally admits he likes spending time with us. I love how subtle the change from ‘gaming buddies’ to friends to something more either of us want to acknowledge until he’s fucking his fist thinking of us after work. I love how it’s him who starts saying ‘’We” and “Us’’,it made me soft he thinks of us as a part of him whether he likes it or not. The part where the squad gangs up on him telling him your ‘cat fishing him’ my poor baby i felt bad for him,but he still defending us no matter what. But then the dumbass lets them get to him and the worst of times he starts thinking about everything that they said and I’m over here clenching my thighs together waiting for him to bless me by cummin again and he doesn’t. I wanted to cry!! And i did not 5 minutes later when he goes a fucks up everything up and calls us a bitch.

I was close to cummin untouched and then I’m in tears..are you sure you’re not GOD? The reconciliation after had me grinning like i was mad for absolutely no reason too. I’m sure I’m bipolar now.THANK YOU FOR THAT.

Him cooking for us is his way of getting down on his knees and begging for forgiveness. (Which reminds me it would be freaking hot having Bakugou guide us through a recipe -via-phone and making it sound so lewd while doing so like your stirring the pot and he’s all like: ‘’Yeah just like that” “Bet it tastes amazing..you gonna let me get a little taste princess?) The smut part was so well detailed or maybe is just my whore self that knows exactly what’s happening lololol…. Him not wanting to get his cock slurped on because he knows he won’t last…he might as well be begging to get inside us at this point. Again i almost came at the thought of us having so much power over him.

In a few short words i just wanted to tell you i loved this as much as I thought i would when i read the tags for it. Thank you for sharing this with us i know it’s kind of scary posting big works like this one but i swear to you it was such a good read I didn’t feel like 34k.💕💕

This has me insanely emo wtf. It’s the fact that you said it’s 34k but didn’t feel like 34k, like that’s so so nice to hear🥺

I’m SO glad you enjoyed it! I just wanted to try and capture Bakugou slowly falling for us and like that moment when it finally developed from “just friends” to boyfriend and girlfriend… and like when he says you’re my girlfriend I wanted it to be like he never saw us as anything else you know?🥺

Thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a long, lovely message😭💕

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Sooo, about the ask thing. First off all congratulations I love you and your writing 💜 you seem like such a nice, intelligent and funny person. But was thinking what if namjoon comes home drunk and guilty about something he did and vixen comforts him. Love u💋

Title: Drunk (&) In Love

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 2.6k

Genre: crack, fluff, (also, vaguely allusive)

Rating: 18+ cause THESE TWO ARE A MESS FOR EACH OTHER

Synopsis: apparently Namjoon's stag party went a bit too wild. Mostly since he was drinking guilt away. What could that possibly be about?

Trigger warnings: swearing, consumption of alcohol, horny!drunk Joon, he clumsily tries to seduce his fianceé in front of yoonjintae (second-hand embarrassment), stressing over vows, mentions of kinky letters, they discuss future and the fear of marrying young and pretty much out of the blue and they be mentioning the idea of having kids. Also, watch Vixen being the caregiver.

Author's note: Thanking the sweetheart @ironicarmy !!! I love exchanging WIPs and Beta reading! It was so fun and I AM LOVING YOUR WIP SO HARD IM GONNA EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can't wait for it to be out so I can fangirl in public LOLOLOL; also thanking @dopesportsoperatorzonk for this request! (I got your feminism ask, I promise I'm almost done, I wanted to have a quite thorough view before replying and I'm still thinking about some stuff, but it'll be readdy super soon!!!)

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You weren't supposed to wait up for him, but it was like your sixth sense was telling you to do precisely that. And your premonition turned especially accurate once you were met with the sorry sight of Namjoon hanging off Taehyung's and Seokjin's body, grinning as he saw you appear at the door, head to toe smitten, only to turn to his friends with a sneer as he realised you were wearing his favourite silk robe. The deep crimson colour seemed to spark the colour of your hair on fire, and make the lineaments of your face sharper, older, with a kind of allure he still couldn't understand. “Little fox,” he said, going grabby hands while his arms were still around his friends' shoulders.

You tried to keep your expression stern as you looked at the two men literally holding him up. “What is this? Didn't I tell you to bring him home whole and safe?”

Taehyung lowered his gaze to the floor.

“Is this your idea of safe, Seokjin? I expected better.”

“You know him. He did this to himself.” Yoongi spoke neutrally from behind the three.

“Yoongi. Him being a fucking grizzly doesn't mean he can hold his liquor. Bring him in,” you said, freeing the entryway for the triplet coming in, Yoongi in tow.

“We should have brought him to the dorms,” he muttered.

“Dorms?!? Aneeyo…” Namjoon babbled, shaking his head, falling with his ass on the sofa. “No babylove in dorms,” he said with a hiccup. “Hello, little one,” he purred, grabbing your hips and trying to pull you towards him.

You blushed and slapped at his wrists. “I'll deal with you later—”

“Feisty brat,” he spoke sultrily, making Yoongi shake his head while Seokjin and Taehyung snickered before being chastised by your scolding stare.

“How come he's drunk off his ass and the three of you are perfectly okay?”

“He's the one getting married,” Taehyung replied, matter of factly. “And yes, he was the one who swallowed a bottle of hard liquor without even flinching.”

You glance at Namjoon with a scornful expression.

He did some very drunk, very clumsy attempt at a wink that made you inhale as you desperately looked for a crumb of patient left.

“You'd better go home, before I smack you all on the head,” you said, shooing them off.

“You'd have to reach it first,” Taehyung muttered, making Seokjin giggle, Yoongi rubbing his face at the verbal violence that was about to come.

“Kim Taehyung. I may not be tall enough for your royal head, but your girlfriend is my best friend. I won't say much more because I'm sure your friends aren't interested in your ass getting bruised.”

Yoongi smiled smugly at that one.

“Hell yeah…” Namjoon chuckled from the sofa, one hand reaching for the back of your thigh.

“No. Not now.”

“Later then?” He asked with puppy eyes before they turned into a very tipsy version of his intense dragon glance. “You’re so sexy when you’re mean,” he rumbled, a hand reaching for your thigh underneath the robe.

“Kim Namjoon, if you don’t stop I will unwife you in this instant.” Still, the other three men in the room were a mess of embarrassed coughing and teasing snorts. “You can all go home right now,” you said with a curt tone.

“You’re not gonna be able to take him to bed by yourself.” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow as he spoke calmly.

“Mh, Vixen, take me to bed, please,” Namjoon murmured as he tried to seduce you, just as you looked at him and replied, “No need to take him to bed. He’s sleeping on the sofa tonight.”

“See? I told you she found out! She has a sixth sense for this stuff! She can sense it! She can smell fear! I told you!!!” Namjoon babbled, grabbing your wrist. “Little fox...” he cooed, making a fool of himself.

“Go home. All of you. Now.”

Taehyung was the first to leave without even saying goodbye. He knew he would pay for it. Seokjin was the next, saying bye to Namjoon very briefly before bowing to you — just slightly. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, goodnight,” he apologised, making his way out.

“Yoongi?”

He rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry. Really. I— I didn’t do my job.”

You shook your head. “This is a mess I’ll have to deal with.”

“You know you’ll kind of have to deal with him for the rest of your life, right?” Yoongi looked at Namjoon, head in his hands, fingers tugging at it nervously.

You followed his gaze, meeting Namjoon in the poorest of states. “I know. He’s my business now. Go.”

Yoongi left without much resistance after that, the door of your apartment finally shutting for good.

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon said, staring up at you as you stood before him. “I fucked up, I’m sorry.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks. “What happened, Joonie bear?”

He shook his head, lip going wobbly. “I’m so sorry!” he babbled again, eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“Oh, no, baby…” you managed to whisper before he dove for your lap, burying his face there. “What happened, love?”

He shook his head.

“Nothing’s gonna change the fact that I love you, big bear.” You caressed his hair as his voice confessed, half-muffled against your tummy.

“I sneaked a look at the dress.” You could hear his words coming out from a pout.

“Joonie—”

“Please don’t unwife me!” He cried out, his voice way too high pitched. “I don’t want to sleep alone ever.” He hugged your legs and held you closer. “I want to sleep next to you until I die.” He got even more emotional as he went on. “I want you to always pet my hair and tell me you’re proud of me and cook for me and be my sweetheart and my babylove and my little fox forever, even when we’re old and I get bald.”

You smiled and invited him to let go of your legs before sitting down, your legs slightly parted laying across the sofa. “Come here, big bear,” you said, patting your stomach. He did as he was told, laying his head below your chest and stretching his long body all over the seat. He struggled a little, his sense of balance temporarily worse than usual. “Soon I’ll be lawfully your bride. Forever. We’re almost there, honey. Just a week.”

He nodded.

“And then I’ll be your little fox until I’m nothing but ashes. And then some,” you reassured him, petting his lovely head, digging your fingers into the knots in his upper back.

“Writing the vows was so difficult.”

“I know baby,” you kept rubbing at his trapezoi until he released a relieved grunt. “I know that must have been really stressful for you.”

“I had to rewrite them sixteen times. Sixteen!” His hand absentmindedly reached your thigh and started rubbing small circles there. “Everytime, they were too long, or too cliché, or something I just couldn’t read in public because you know our letters.”

“I know our letters,” you confirmed, thinking about his messy handwriting on cheap paper, and entire sheets of words that he sent you everytime something important happened, everytime he had to travel for his job, everytime he just needed to make love to you on a deeper level. And then, thinking of your replies, always heartfelt, emotional, with fine calligraphy on expensive ivory sheets often marred with rough spots where a tear fell — most of the time because of joy and gratitude and obliterating, overwhelming love. “Will you read to me the other sixteen versions too, once we’re alone?”

He nodded. “I’ll read them all. I’ll write new ones every day. Small, simple, absolutely mundane. Stuff like, ‘I’ll do the dishes tonight’, or ‘Let’s go out for dinner’, or ‘I wanna grow old with you’ or ‘I don’t wanna watch that porn tonight, let’s just stare into each other’s eyes while naked and have the best tantric sex ever performed’.”

You chuckled and placed your hand atop of his. “I like the last one.”

“But I couldn’t say it in front of your parents, therefore I couldn’t write it in our vows.” He scoffed and shook his head before planting it between your breasts, nosing at the lapels of the robe until he could kiss your naked skin.

“I might have written something along those lines in one of my drafts.” Having this conversation with Namjoon while he was halfway drunk off his ass was extremely entertaining; however, you felt sad at the possibility of him not remembering this moment.

“What else did you write in that draft?” He closed his eyes, waiting for your soft voice to calm him down.

You smiled and slightly teared up at the thought, his chin propped on your chest, one of his thumbs reaching out to dry up a tear. “I wrote that I hope I get to make you smile every day and see that insanely cute and sexy dimple of yours every morning after you wake up. And I want to be the only one listening to your deep bedroom voice waking me up. And I want to listen to you as you talk to our children. I wanna hear all the stories, and watch your smile shine on their faces.”

Namjoon hid his face against your chest, feeling tears roll down his cheeks.

“I want them to have your eyes. I want to see your complete wonder as they learn about the world, as you teach them about the world in that grand and beautiful way you see it.” You sniffled and he cupped your face, kissing your lips so slowly, the heavy tang of liquor barely tainting the moment.

“I want to walk by your side, until we’re too tired to walk and watch time pass by, without worries, without haste. I don’t care where we’re walking because you were the place I was destined to be.”

Namjoon couldn’t explain tenderness or love or devotion or faith as deep as the ones he felt for you. He probably wasn’t skilled or trained enough.

“I know we’re young. I know this is more of a bet than an actual marriage. I’ve seen people who have been together for years part ways so easily and I don’t even know why you said yes to me. Sometimes I doubt I’m deserving and I see in how many ways I’m lacking and I ask myself, 'why the hell did she say yes to me?' ” He snickered sarcastically. “I wouldn’t have said yes to myself.”

You shook your head and kissed his brow.

“But I’ve been with other people and you have too and… I don’t know, sometimes I feel like this will take a lot of effort but then I hear you laugh, I hear you calling my name and I know, I can feel that that’s what it is supposed to sound like.”

You smiled at him, fixing your position so he could lay on you without worrying about smashing your body.

“I’m so confused and so grateful for this. It’s like… Suddenly winning the lottery. One minute you’re just a person and next you realise you’re going to be a husband. And you don’t know what’s going to happen to you, how your life is going to change, but with you I’m not scared.” He chuckled. “Well, I am. But you make me braver than my fears. And I know I could lose you any day. I could fuck up, or we could just drift apart or something. But any moment spent with you is bigger. It’s better and brighter.”

By now you were a teary mess, face drenched in tears, his arms around your torso as he held onto you. “My soul has found a home in you and I will cherish it. I’ll take care of that home. I’ll make sure nothing damages it. I’ll help you work on it if you want to change it. I will make more room when our family gets bigger. I will fix it when I can. I’ll stay by your side when I’m not skilled enough to heal you. To fix you.” He sniffled, voice hollow and weak as he spoke through a lump in his throat. “And I’ll leave if you ever ask me to.”

You shook your head and hugged him, letting him sob in your arms. “I hope I never lose you.”

“Don’t be a silly bear,” you comforted him, lulling him, holding him close to your heart. “I’ll be your bride. Your spouse. Your wife.” You kissed his head. “And your home. Your relief. Your dirty, secret affair. Your devoted companion too. Your goddess and your toy. I’ll be your friend. And the mother of your children, when we want to.”

God, if he wanted to… But first, he needed to enjoy having you all to himself for a couple more years. Just to make sure you hadn’t been both bold and immature and absolutely stupid about getting married almost two years after meeting for the first time.

“So I’m not getting unwifed for sneaking a peek at the dress?”

You shook your head. “It looks completely different once worn.”

“Really?” His expression exploded with euphoria.

You smiled. “Really.”

His drunken grin was back. “So I’m gonna sleep on the bed right?”

You acted as if you were even thinking about it. “You’re really drunk.”

“I’m soberer now.”

“And you embarrassed me in front of your friends,” you reminded him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Not my fault my wifey’s so hot,” he said with a slightly more accomplished wink.

“Not your wifey yet,” you reminded him.

He tutted. “Just a matter of days.” He kissed your sweet spot, on the side of your neck. “It’s only a technicality.”

You looked at him suspiciously. “A technicality, you say?”

He nodded and held you tighter.

“This technicality could still leave you at the altar, waiting,” you teased.

“Come on, I want to sleep next to you.” He kissed your cheek. “On our bed.” He kissed you again. “Where we’ll be making so many babies.”

“Stop right there, mister.” You placed a finger against his plush lips before you shook your head no. “No babies for a few years. I want you all mine, hubby.”

He chuckled and pressed his forehead against your chest bone. “Okay, fine, but I just meant hypothetically. You know, for practice.”

“Yeah, I think I could use some practice. I want to be perfect at it.”

He smiled and kissed your nose. If only she knew how perfect she is, he thought, haphazardly sitting up and waiting for you to help him on his feet, the whole discourse sobering him up enough that he managed to sit on the bench in the bathroom as you washed his face and brushed his teeth, as you undressed him and helped him in the shower, undressing and joining him, his body too tired and unstable to initiate anything fancy.

And then you towelled him up, rubbing body lotion on his always-too-dry legs before helping him in his boxers.

And through the process, he understood how it was that you loved him so much anytime he got you ready for bed. He should let you do this more often. Especially when he wasn’t exhausted or drunk, so he could properly enjoy being cuddled and fondled and babied.

What he didn’t expect was for it to feel so comfortable when you slid up against his back on the bed, spooning his ridiculously large body with your smaller one. “Sleep tight, big bear,” you said before kissing his nape. “Eight more sleeps and we’ll be married.”

He smiled. “Goodnight, little fox.” And with that, he caught your hand in his and fell asleep.

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karamfilmare · 3 years

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Always Been You || Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve fallen back in love with your best friend, but does he love you?

Disclaimers: Hi, this is my first piece in a while, and my first smut piece. Please be nice, I’m so nervous about this.

Content Warning: Smut, Some fluff, Angst(?), Jealousy, praise kink, etc.

Here we go :’) Enjoy. I’ll just be nervously biting my nails, lololol.

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A familiar, corny tune sounded through the bedroom, the buzzing on the table causing an irritable disturbance to your sleep. Fumbling for your phone, you brought it to your ear, ready to chew out your best friend.

“Kuroo Tetsurou. Give me one good reason you are disturbing my weekend morning to sleep in, or I swear--”

“Chibi-chan, please,” Kuroo’s voice cut in, “Bokuto was calling me until I picked up and just yelled in my ear. Something about having some important thing, I don’t know, but apparently he wants to meet up with us.”

"Mmm," you groaned. You rubbed your eyes, taking a moment to process his words. Then it hit you. "Wait, he's here for a game?!"

"Hmm, oh yeah, that makes sense," his voice a bit clearer now, the sleep wearing off. "Anyway, let's go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Go where?"

"He said he'll send me the address. Just get ready, I'll come over as soon as I'm done.”

You huffed. “Who said I’m going? Do you know what time it is? It’s early.” You don’t bother to check the time, it didn’t matter; anytime period of time where class or studying wasn’t necessary meant that people were not to wake you up -- Kuroo should know this.

“Fine, I guess I’ll tell Bokuto you don’t love him,” he chuckled. That woke you with a start, his voice sending tingles down your spine.

“Do that, and I will shave your head while you sleep,” you hissed. “That will take care of your bedhead concern, you dork. And I’m up, I should be ready soon. I’ll open the door for you.”

“I have the key to your place, don’t worry, I’ll just let myself in, ok?” Kuroo said softly. “You just get ready, I know you probably need all the time to fix out your cute mess.”

“Kuroo-” you pretend growled. “I swear--”

“Oh no, the signal.” And the call ended with a click.

You huffed, and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. It wasn’t until you had started washing your hair that you stopped in your tracks.

“...Cute...”

Did you hear him right? Did he call you cute? Did he just let it slide out, or did he mean it? To be fair, he did put ‘mess’ after it, but what made him say cute at all? All he did was tease you unless it was something serious. Besides, you two are best friends, it’s not like there was anything going on, not now, not in the past, and not in the future, most likely. You felt your heart clench in your chest.

Well, maybe there was one thing that happened. Back in high school. You two were top of your classes, always fighting over who had top scores ever since middle school (it was always back and forth between you two). Not only that, but you both were talented volleyball players and captains, always organizing practice matches together, trying to improve your skills and techniques against each other; it wasn’t uncommon to have small training camps with Fukurodani and Shinzen, as well. At one such training camp was when the moment that would forever lurk in your mind occurred.

Official practice for your team had ended, but you stayed behind to work on a few more setting techniques. Your fixation on the accuracy of the sets made you unaware of your best friend’s presence, his tall frame leaning on the doorway of the gym.

“Oi, Chibi-chan,” he called out as you set the ball in the air. Startled, you turned to search in the direction where the voice came from. That momentary distraction left you open to the ball falling and bouncing off your head lightly.

“You idiot, you scared me,” you groaned, rubbing the spot on your head, while Kuroo started laughing. “If you’re going to be here to bother me, you can at least be useful and help me out with a few of these sets.”

Kuroo managed to calm his small laughing fit and made his way over to the net, his face donning a somewhat soft look. “You ok there, Chibi-chan?”

You huffed, turning away. “It’s fine. Just hit a few of these sets, I would appreciate it.” He complied, like the devoted friend he was, running through this extra practice until you realized how late it had gotten.

“Damn,” you rubbed your neck. “Have we been at this for two and a half hours?”

“It’s alright, it’s what this camp is for, remember?” He looked as if he had remembered what he came to the gym for, snapping his fingers and pointing at you. “You know, I didn’t see you grabbing dinner, did you eat?”

Cue a very well-timed stomach grumble. Your team had their individual practice slot right before dinner, but when you stayed after, you forgot about it, not grabbing anything to help sustain you. Despite feeling slightly drained, you shrugged it off.

“Oh, uh, you know, it’s not a big deal, honestly,” you had said, collecting the balls that were throughout the gym. Looking back at Kuroo, a rare, serious look appeared on his rather handsome face.

“(L/N),” he frowned, his voice stern. He rarely called you by your name. “You need to eat. Come on, I’ll help find something for you to eat in the kitchen.”

He reached his hand out, turning his face away. Slightly taken aback, you started to wonder if he really wanted to hold your hand. Involuntarily, your pulse picked up, though you dare not to get your hopes up. It was at a recent practice that you had realized what you were feeling for him, when your vice captain almost smacked some sense into you, while the rest of the third years on the team rolled their eyes; why your heart started racing when he sent a genuine smile your way, the way his voice just warms you, the way he always knew how to make you feel better. Everything about him just made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

But you couldn’t say anything. Not when the tentative new manager of your volleyball club with whom you were just becoming friendly with, Misa-chan, came up to you, her eyes shining in humble earnest, asking if you were going out with Kuroo. When you had reassured her that you weren’t, your heart tensing all the while, she brightened up and asked if you could ask to see what he thought about her, because she wanted to go out with him. Even though a pit in your stomach was forming, you agreed, the words tasting bitter in your mouth. You didn’t want to go back on your promise to help her, even though it hurt you. So you tried to push your feelings down.

But in this moment, your heart took the reins, reaching for his outstretched hand, your face feeling warm. His hand was warm and calloused from the years of volleyball, but so were yours, you were sure. It was comforting, yet exciting. None of the previous boys you went out with made you feel this way, not even the ones you thought you liked a lot. This was different. He was different.

You would worry about being selfish and betraying Misa-chan’s trust later. All that mattered was how his hand holding yours made your heart beat faster as you walked out of the gym. You tried to look at your friend’s face from the corner of your eye, only to see that his face was also turned away.

“You know, I worry about you,” Kuroo broke the silence. “I sometimes worry about you just as much as I do about Kenma.”

“Hey, now, that’s a bit harsh. I just happened to miss dinner once or twice, it’s not--”

“I worry about you almost in the opposite way. You work yourself to the bone, whether it’s for school, practice, at home...you’ll burn yourself out. And that’s coming from me.”

“Well, hey,” you shrugged, chuckling. “If I do burn out, you’ll easily get the top spot, you know. And besides,” you curl your hand in a weak fist and nudge his arm, “you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve been doing this for quite a while, you know that.”

You felt your hand get slightly tugged as Kuroo stopped in his tracks, slightly tightening his grip on your hand, forcing you to face him. You looked up to see his brow furrowed in concern, his lips pursed.

“I will always worry about you,” he let out with a sigh. “You’re...you’re always on mind.”

You’re slightly taken aback, but you tell yourself to not jump to anything. “Well, I should hope you think about me at least a little. I’m your friend after all,” you chuckle.

He shakes his head lightly. “No, that’s...that’s not what I mean.”

“Well, look at the master of provocation looking so serious now. Whatever you’re thinking must be weighing down on you.” Chuckling, you tried to rationalize in your mind, trying to calm your heart, to no avail. “What’s on your mind, Tetsu?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His hand still enveloped yours, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand, gently pulling you a bit closer. You looked into his eyes, the lights of the night causing the hazel to appear nearly ethereal. His face inched closer, to the point where you could feel the featherlight touch of his breaths on your face.

“Have you ever thought about how we would--”

“Oi, Kuroo-senpai! (L/N)-senpai!” you heard Yamamoto call out for you all, which caused the warm hand to drop yours so fast, the boy attached to the hand turning towards the voice, running his hand to the back of his neck. You turned away from him, taking a step back from him, your thoughts spinning. You hardly registered anything that happened when the younger boy approached you all and started talking to his captain.

You walked off to the direction of your sleeping quarters, slightly dazed. You were confused by what he could have wanted to say? Was there something that you had missed? Just what did he think of you?

No, that doesn’t matter, because you were going to help Misa-chan. You were grateful to her for wanting to take on the thankless occupation of being a manager, so you were going to keep your promise. Just keep your feelings down, you were sure they would fade away eventually.

Right?

As you let the water pour over your back, you thought that you had done a good job of doing so. You did eventually get Misa-chan and Kuroo to date for nearly a couple of months, while you had cried yourself to sleep, night after night, until you picked yourself up and even dated others, squashing away your emotions until you couldn’t feel them anymore.

It seemed as if things between you two had returned to normal. Neither of you brought up that night ever again. You didn’t want to relive that uncertainty, it was better to stay in the past. It should have stayed in the past, so why did everything reopen again?

You stepped out of the shower, drying your hair and wrapping a towel around your body, before stepping out of your bathroom to get your clothes ready. Remembering the laundry you had left unfinished the previous night, you groaned and walked out of your room, hoping you could take care of at least finding something to wear before Kuroo came.

Except when you had left the room, you saw a wide-eyed Kuroo in your living room. You both froze for a moment, like two deer caught in headlights. You saw his eyes look down your body, a slight tint of pink coming to his cheeks. You turned away, squeaking in embarrassment.

“Well, Chibi-chan,” he cleared his throat. “If you wanted to seduce me, you could have just said--”

“Agh, turn around!” You could feel your face heat up, but what was worse was that you could feel yourself being...aroused? By what? You shook your head and ran back into your room, closing the door and leaning against it. Biting your lip, you gave yourself a moment to cool down, dry yourself off, and search through your drawers for clothes to slip into.

After getting dressed, you left your room to find Kuroo still turned around, in the same spot as before. “Tetsu, why are you still turned around?” you chuckled, walking up to him. “You do know I changed in my room, right?”

When he turned around, you stole the chance to admire him, thinking back to the difference between high school Kuroo and the present. He grew to be even more handsome through the years, still somehow growing even taller. His face had just about lost all the boyish charm, instead taking on a more angular, masculine shape. The hazel eyes exuded an intelligent confidence that was rather charming; though when he smiled, they warmed and softened, revealing the rare quiet side. The workouts had definitely trained and formed his body into perfection, the kind Michelangelo wished he could model his sculptures from; he took care of himself. The black t-shirt and jeans ensemble accentuated his build. His hair was still his trademark bedhead, but you loved it on him, it just wasn’t Kuroo without it. Overall, he was so damned attractive, and it was utterly exasperating to resist his physical appeal, damned near impossible when coupled with his caring, easygoing nature.

Mr. Devilishly Handsome Bedhead smirked. “Chibi-chan, maybe you should take a picture, it will last longer.”

“Whatever, Tetsu,” you rolled your eyes. “Do I look alright?”

Kuroo fell quiet for a moment, and he looked you down again, before looking into your eyes again, clearing his throat. “You look more than alright.” He shook his head. “We need to go now, so we can catch up with Bokuto a little before he gets busy and causes chaos somewhere.”

You nodded and grabbed your bag, phone, and keys. Kuroo brought his hand to your back, ushering you towards the door. His touch was light, but it still made your insides do flips. Damn it, stop reacting this way to him, he said he was interested in somebody. All you’ll get is a broken heart, you thought to yourself. Recalling one time after studying in the library, he asked a hypothetical question about how he should approach someone he was romantically interested in.

“So, Tetsu, any updates about that someone you’ve got your eye on?” you asked, locking the door, pulling away to walk alongside him.

His eyes widened a little, and he brought his hand to his neck. “Uhh, well, uh, I-,” he stuttered out. “She is, uhm, she’s doing alright. Yeah, I see her a lot.”

“You do?” you asked, your heart dropping a bit, cursing the stupid fluttering at his adorable reactions. “That’s good. I’m glad, is she nice? You haven’t told me much about her.”

“Well, yeah, she’s really nice. She’s very caring, driven, hard-working, almost to a fault. It’s like she can’t seem to-- Oh, whatever, it’s not that important.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s important. You’re my friend, of course I’ll care about this. Don’t brush it off like it’s nothing.”

“Well, it’s just...I’m not ready to talk too much about her, I don’t want to get my hopes up. Besides, I don’t think she likes me that way.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m sure she’s interested, I know quite a few girls in my classes who ask about you, hoping I’d introduce you. But if you’re not up for talking about her right now, I’ll drop it.” Secretly, you were slightly relieved as well. Whoever this girl was had him on his toes.

You both started talking about studying, quirky facts, old friends, Kenma, and other usual conversation topics for a while, until you both reached a cafe, seeing Bokuto and Akaashi sitting at a table. Bokuto was waving excitedly, and you couldn’t help but grin seeing him and his energy. Akaashi was sitting quietly, but he softly smiled at you.

“Kuroo! (L/N)-chan!” Bokuto exclaimed. “It’s been too long!”

You both took your seats at the table. “It’s good to see you again Bokuto. Akaashi, let me guess--Bokuto knocked on your door and ambushed you?”

Kuroo chuckled next to you. “Bokuto, it’s good to see you, man. How’s everything going on the team?”

“It’s been great!” he beamed. He went on to talk about recent skills he’s picked up, matches, teammates, and so on. You felt Akaashi’s eyes on you, and you turned to look at him. You two were rather close, having played the same position in high school, as well as hanging out regularly in the library to study. He knew about your returning feelings for Kuroo, so you pouted when you saw him raise an eyebrow at you. You knew what he was trying to imply, and you shook your head. He rolled his eyes, as if mocking your inaction.

“Akaashi!” Bokuto looked to the younger man. “What are you and (L/N)-cha miming over there?”

You shook your head, chuckling. “Oh, it’s nothing. We’re just telepathically communicating, you know, like we do.” You pressed your fingers to your temples and squinted your eyes, pretending to send messages to Akaashi, who rolled his eyes in turn, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I’m telling her she’s being a coward.”

“Am not!”

“What are you being a coward about?” Kuroo jumped in. “Is this something I know about?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, when will you ask out that one girl you like?” You retorted. “You’ll never know if she likes you if you don’t ask her.”

Bokuto quirked an eyebrow and turned towards Kuroo. “Does she not kn--”

Kuroo slapped a hand across the other man’s face in a panic. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, man.” He turned to you. “You see, it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“Is it?” a voice came from behind you. You all turn to see Kenma, looking down at his phone, walking towards the table. “I don’t see the problem in asking her.”

“Kenma!” you greeted. “Wait, do you-- of course you know who he likes.”

“Kenma, don’t you dare,” Kuroo warned.

Kenma shrugged, sitting down at the table, between you and Akaashi. “You’ll figure it out eventually.” He went back to his phone, checking through his emails and social media.

You looked at him, pouting. But you knew if Kenma said something like this, you had to trust him. It hurt that Kuroo seemed to avoid the subject around you, but you couldn’t help it at this point. You would just wait for him to tell you more.

You all enjoyed yourselves, catching up with Bokuto. You found out that he had a match against the Adlers tonight, and he managed to get tickets to see the match for the group. He took a small break to see everyone before he had to leave to get ready for the match. He was excitedly chattering about his teammates, some new techniques he picked up, and other things that had been going on in his life. At some point, Kuroo mentioned a gathering at someone’s place, and Kenma reluctantly offered up his apartment to meet up afterwards to celebrate Bokuto’s achievements. Some time had passed before Bokuto had to leave early (at Akaashi’s reminder) to get ready for the match. You and Kuroo offered to walk Kenma home, but he declined, saying he had to meet up with some investors for his company he was going to found.

So the two of you walked back home, this time in relative silence. You looked up to his face and found it looking a bit distant, as if he had the world weighing down.

“Tetsu?”

He looked down towards you, his trance seeming to be broken. “Hmm, what’s up Chibi-chan?”

“What’s up with you? Ever since we left, you’ve been silent.”

“Oh, just thoughts.”

You fell silent, biting back the quip you wanted to say. You didn’t want to mock him in his serious state, he could feel vulnerable in his thoughts. “Well, if you feel the need to relieve your stress, you can rely on me, ok?” Falling silent, the two of you

Reaching the apartment building, you both stopped at your door. Standing over you, he peered into your face, his eyes searching yours for what felt like years. You couldn’t describe what was in his eyes, but the color was...somewhat intense. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again. He brought a hand up, it being nearly centimeters away from your jaw, before it switched directions to land on the door, turning his face down to clear his throat.

“Uh, so Chibi-chan...listen, I’ve been wondering, but…” he hesitated a moment, “a-are you and Akaashi a thing?”

You raised an eyebrow, hoping you were doing enough to mask your slight emotional flustering at his closeness, confused as to why he would think this. “I--no, why?”

“No reason. Anyway, Chibi-chan,” he seemed to revert to his more confident persona. “I guess I’ll see you in a bit to go to the match, and then we’ll go to Kenma’s? What time are you thinking you’ll be ready?”

Giving him a time to meet, your heart fluttered as he slowly pushed himself off the door, turning to walk next door to his apartment. You both stood at your doors, briefly staring at each other, before entering your respective abodes.

What was with Kuroo? You grabbed your phone to text Kenma and Akaashi, the two people who could help sort out your thoughts.

Y/N: Guys, I think something is up with Kuroo. Kenma: You just noticed? He’s always been weird

Y/N: No I’m serious >:(. Y/N: I mean, he just asked me if something was going on between Akaashi and me.

Akaashi: …

Y/N: What’s with that response?

Akaashi: Nothing. I mean, everyone knew I had a thing for you...

Y/N: O-O What?

Akaashi: But you were too focused on him, so I gave up.

Y/N: I-- Wow, I was blind.

Kenma: Yes, you are*

Y/N: Hey!

Kenma: It’s true.

Akaashi: ^^

Y/N: Anyway, I could have sworn he was going to touch my jaw. But that’s probably nothing.

Kenma: ...your jaw? Is that what you texted us for?

Y/N: ...Yeah, sorry, I knew it was stupid. It’s just that he switched his hand direction and leaned against my door instead.

Akaashi: The “sneaky” kabedon ;).

Y/N: ...Nah, couldn’t be…

Kenma: You’re in denial. Just come tonight, don’t worry, things might reveal themselves.

Y/N: ...Is the girl Kuroo likes gonna be there?

Kenma: …

Akaashi: …

Kenma: You know what, yeah, she will be. There, you happy?

Y/N: >:( Tremendously. Whatever, I’ll see you all later.

You entered your room, picking up a few things and putting them away, before plopping yourself on your bed, musing thoughts over. Before you knew it, you had drifted off, the bed providing a small, soft comfort.

Feeling someone’s hand on your back, shaking you awake, you opened your eyes, turning your head to see Kuroo chuckling at your face.

“I should have known you had fallen asleep, it’s so like you.” He sits down on the bed next to you. “You had me worried there for a second, not answering my texts or calls.”

You grabbed your phone and checked the notifications to see nine missed calls from Kuroo, 15 texts from Kuroo, and one call from Kenma somewhere in between. You sighed, burying your face in the bed. “Sorry,” you muttered.

“It’s ok, I’m lucky I have a key to your place to check up on you.” He brought a hand to brush the hair away from your eyes, the light touch stirring your feelings again. “Anyway, you should probably get ready. You kind of need to fix yourself up,” he teased, which earned him a whack with a pillow from you.

“Shoo shoo, let me get ready,” you urged him out, shooting back with, “I think you need to take a look at yourself.”

“Wha- You liar, I look damn fine, and you know it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, rooster head,” you retorted, though you silently agreed with him. As you pushed him out of your room, you changed into your outfit to watch the match and the meet-up afterwards.

Stepping out, you picked up your wallet, purse, keys, and phone, then turned to Kuroo who was gazing at you. He looked as if he was trying to memorize the outfit on you, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you weren’t the only one with feelings.

“Tetsu? You ready to go?”

He blinked a few times, shaking his head. “Uh yeah, yeah.”

“Wait.” You went into the bathroom to grab a comb you kept around only for him to use. You went over to him and started combing through his hair, trying to fluff out his hair a bit more. “Damn it Tetsu, how did you get even taller than you already were in high school?”He tried to back away, but you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down, trying to adjust his wild hair. “Just hold on...there, now you’re ready.”

He smirked, ready with his usual quip. “Damn Chibi-chan, if you wanted to--”

“Seduce you, I could have just said so?” You finished for him, shaking your head, chuckling. “Come on, you’re so predictable.”

That seemed to hit a nerve with Kuroo. His eyes went slightly dark for a second, his smirk dropping. “Predictable? We’ll see about that.”

Caught off guard by his sudden shift, you let go of him, clearing your throat. He stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck, the flash of dominance dissipating. “Uh, I mean...let’s just go, we don’t want to keep Akaashi and Kenma waiting.”

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You all made it to Kenma’s after the game, with an extra person in tow. The match was highly entertaining. MSBY had won, 2-1, in close sets, even with the formidable spiker Ushijima and the genius setter Kageyama on the Adlers. Bokuto had played extremely well, along with the rest of the team. After the game, he came out with a dyed blonde-haired guy you recognized as the setter of the team. Bokuto introduced him as Atsumu Miya, saying he wanted to have him hang out with the group.

So there you all were, enjoying a few snacks and learning about each other. Kuroo and Bokuto were laughing in one area, Akaashi standing next to Bokuto, while Kenma was sitting down, playing a game as usual. You were chatting with Atsumu, who turned out to be quite charming, if not a little full of himself, but you couldn’t help but enjoy his company. Easily transitioning from topic to topic in the conversation, you got to know each other fairly well, laughing at his jokes and stories. Sometimes you would glance over at Kuroo, catching him staring in your direction with a hint of envy.

~~~~~ Kuroo POV ~~~~~ Kuroo couldn’t help but feel uneasy looking at a new rival with (y/n). He didn’t express it fully, but he was seething. Atsumu seemed like an alright guy, but at the moment, all he could feel was bitterness towards him.

“Kuroo, man, whatcha thinking?” Bokuto drew his attention away from the two. “How much I kind of want to punch you right now.” Kuroo looked at his friend with a pained smile.

“Over (y/n)-chan and Atsumu?”

“Noooo, over you and Atsumu, yes about them.”

Bokuto smiled and lightly punched Kuroo in the arm. “Come on, man, it’s not like you two are dating,” he said, a mischievous look on his face.

“Bokuto. Spit it out.”

The grey haired athlete shook his head, chuckling. Even Akaashi seemed to smirk a bit. Something was definitely going on, there had to be if Bokuto was in on it. He pursed his lips, forcing his gaze away from (y/n) laughing with Atsumu, his heart clenching. He gritted his teeth and glared at Bokuto and Akaashi, then went over to talk to Kenma.

“Yo, I know you’re in on whatever Bokuto and Akaashi are plotting, so you’re gonna have to spill.”

Kenma didn’t look up from his game. “Mmm, no.”

“I figured. Whatever.” He turned to see Bokuto getting on the couch, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Guys, let’s spice this up and play a game! We’ll get to know each other a little, like truth or dare, but with small little consequences if you don’t do either.”

Atsumu turned around, grinning. “Alright, this oughta be fun. (L/N)-san, ya gotta sit next to me.”

Kuroo glanced back, throwing daggers at the blond-haired setter, but trying to avoid his eyes. He then shifted to see (y/n) smile and nod, which only fueled his jealousy.

~~~~~~ (Y/N) ~~~~~~~~

You were all having a fun time, especially listening to Atsumu’s little truths whenever he was picked. Bokuto was boisterous and fun as always, following through on all the dares given with no shame. Akaashi was shaking his head at his best friend’s antics, holding back his laughter, while giving vague answers when truths came up. He would occasionally give pointed looks between you, Atsumu, and Kuroo, but you rolled your eyes. Even Kenma seemed to be mildly amused, a glint appearing in his eyes when he looked up at you and Kuroo occasionally.

Kuroo, on the other hand, seemed unusually sour, especially when Atsumu occasionally would lay a hand on your shoulder or arm, laughing and getting your attention. His eyes would avert away as soon as you looked back at him, but it didn’t stop him from stealing glances at you.

“Oi, (L/n)-chan, before ya do yer dare, tell us, any men in yer life?” Atsumu asked.

“Well, all of these guys are in my life, as well as a few others,” you laughed.

Atsumu smirked, leveling a flirty gaze at you. “Ya know what I meant.”

Before you knew it, you stole a glance Kuroo’s way before your mind took over and made you look away from him. “Uh, well, currently, it’s a no, no boyfriend at the moment.”

“Hmm, interesting. Well, I dare you to kiss all the guys here,” Atsumu dared. “At least one of them has to be on the lips,” he tagged on, as if expecting a loophole.

Your eyes widened, and you looked down at your fingers. You could feel your face heat up at the dare. You could get away with kissing the guys on the cheek, but who would you kiss? Would you be bold enough to kiss Kuroo? This was your one chance to do so. But what if he didn’t want you to? He could push you away, and your heart would just shatter. But there was no one you wanted to kiss.

“Hey, she shouldn’t have to--” Kuroo started to defend you when another voice cut in, one you didn’t expect.

“Come on Kuro, it’s fine.”

You whipped your head to Kenma, who actually looked up at you from his phone, a slight smirk on his face. “You’re a big girl, you can handle yourself, can’t you?”

You huffed and pouted at him, but stood up anyway. Walking over to Kenma, you grabbed his face and planted a goofy kiss on his cheek, being obnoxious about it, knowing he would hate it. This elicited a few laughs from the group.

“Come on (f/n), that was uncalled for.”

“That’s what you get,” you teased. “Bokuto, you’re next.”

“Yes!” He fist pumped the air. “Get over here, I want a (l/n)-chan kiss!”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek. “There you go, big boy. Congrats on your playing today!”

Releasing yourself from him, Akaashi was next. You softly press a kiss to his temple, then ruffling his hair. “And there’s pretty boy Akaashi’s kiss.”

“Was the hair ruffling necessary, (l/n)-san?” He said, before glancing towards Kuroo. Turning your attention towards to the latter, you could see his crossed arms and his slight scowl. Shaking your head and sighing, you turned to Atsumu, wearing a small smile.

Walking over to the confident setter, your intention was to kiss his cheek and quickly move on. However, it seemed that the young man had other ideas, slightly turning his head in a split second to catch your lips, bringing a calloused hand to your cheek. It only lasted for a moment, but he pulled away, a cheeky grin appearing on his face.

“Well, pretty girl, ya have one more guy to kiss on the cheek, and then yer free.”

Your heart started racing, thinking of whether you should go through with kissing Kuroo. Swallowing the anxious feeling, you stand up and walk over to him. You paused, heart pounding, looking up into his eyes. There was something unreadable in his expression that left you feeling conflicted about what was about to happen.

Lightly grabbing his collar, you leaned in, gently pressing your lips against his. Briefly, the thought of pulling away crossed your mind, but Kuroo’s firm hand on your neck removed all thought. He snaked a hand around, pressing you closer to him. The feeling of his soft lips sent your heart soaring, those years of daydreaming could not compare to this moment.

Reluctantly pulling away from the kiss and letting him go, you shift your feet away, feeling his hands slip down your body before dropping to his sides. Avoiding his gaze, you turned away, excusing yourself and heading into Kenma’s kitchen to try to calm down from the slight rush.

Gripping the counter, your thoughts swirled in a cloud, not being able to form anything coherent. Nothing seemed to be any clearer, no matter how much you sighed and shook your head.

“Hey, ya seem to be deep in yer thoughts.” You looked to see Atsumu leaning on the doorway of the kitchen. “Mind telling me about ‘em? Won’t do ya any good huffing them out to no one.”

Chuckling, you contemplated the tempting offer. “I have a feeling you know more than you’re letting on. I mean, it’s pretty obvious what I’m feeling.”

He stood up straight, walking over to the cabinets to reach for a glass to fill with water, placing it in front of you. “Drink this. It won’t hurt ya.”

You shook your head, giggling at the action. “I didn’t take you for someone who would look after someone’s well being. It’s sweet of you.”

“Well, for a pretty girl like you, I think I could make myself a bit more chivalrous, don’tcha think?” He smirked, appearing to search your eyes. “Anyway, you, uh, look like ya need some company. I’d be willing to listen.”

A wry smile appeared on your face. You spoke of your feelings for Kuroo, how you’d thought you’d given up on him until a few months ago, how sure you were that he didn’t like you back, how you just compared everyone to him as a standard, how you hated feeling this way. Atsumu stood there, leaning against the counter, listening attentively, nodding along to your words. It was kind of a relief to spill these feelings onto someone else.

“Ok, I see what’s going on. I mean, I had an idea of what was going on from Bokuto, but I didn’t really care about his drama until he roped me into this.”

“Of course Bokuto told you,” you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“He told me some friends needed help getting their asses kicked into action, and if I would be willing to help,” he continued. “I was going to refuse, but I heard about a damsel in distress, and I knew I had to meet this lovely lady. Now...I kind of wish I didn’t agree.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because I’ve half a mind to steal you away,” he angled his head a bit bashfully, contrasting his confident tone, having edged slightly closer to you. “Listen, if he doesn’t treat you well, I’d snatch ya up in a heartbeat.”

“Very funny, Atsumu,” you giggled. “I’m glad I met you, ythough. It’s nice getting this off my chance. I really appreciate you, you’re not so bad.”

“(F/N), are you still here?” A voice approached from the entryway. You knew who it was, feeling the slight jolt down your spine every time he spoke. “Have you seen Miya-san around? I can’t seem to--oh, he’s here.” The last statement took a slight edge to it, something you weren’t used to hearing from him unless he was really upset.

“Ah, Tetsu,” you started, feeling the temperature rise a couple degrees to something a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah, Atsumu’s here, he’s been keeping me company. Don’t tell me you’re stealing him away from me.”

You swore you could hear him huff. “Bokuto was trying to find him to see when he was ready to leave. But it seems you two have gotten cozy with each other. I’ll let you two carry on.”

"Ah nah, it's getting pretty late," the younger man sighed, backing away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'll grab Bokuto and get to the room. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow before we have to head back."

"Yeah, I hope so," you nodded. "Here, let me walk you out."

Exiting the kitchen, you saw Bokuto standing around the door, a smile springing on his face when he saw you. "Hey hey hey! Did you have fun with Tsum-Tsum here?"

"Bokkun, I told ya not to call me that around other people, come on now," Atsumu frowned, crossing his arms. "And I think so, (L/n)-chan here is a delight. I'm glad we get along so well."

Chuckling, you nudged his ribs, and he wrapped an arm around you, messing with your hair. “Yup, Atsumu and I are thick as thieves now.”

You didn’t need to turn around to sense an intense glare at you two coming from Kuroo. You could see it in the way Bokuto’s face slightly twisted as he grabbed Atsumu’s arm and pulled him away, saying “Well, we best be getting on now. Have a good night everyone. Hopefully we’ll see you soon.”

Bidding them a farewell, the rest of you stood around for a moment in awkward silence, before Kenma asked Akaashi to help him out with something, leaving you frozen under Kuroo’s hard stare, his arms crossed. Taking a silent breath, you gripped your wrist, unsure of what to expect next.

“You seemed pretty close with Atsumu, considering you two just met,” he all but hissed out.

Your eyebrows slightly drew together, eyes narrowing at his comment. “Yeah, I made sure to know he’s welcome in the group. He’s a pretty nice guy to be around. Why?”

“Oh, nothing. Just kind of weird.”

Shifting your weight onto one leg, you crossed your arms, your eyebrows furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Chibi-chan,” he smirked, but his tone was nothing but full of edge. “You normally don’t jump to the first guy who shows you attention.”

“Excuse me?!” Your voice level raised a few decibels, disbelief in what you were hearing. “I was not ‘jumping’ on him. We happened to talk a bit.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” he scoffed. “He seemed to cling to you.”

“And is that so wrong?”

“He has a thing for you, can’t you see?” Exasperation seeped in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. “Wow, is that so bad that he does? Besides, we just met, it’s not like--”

“Do you have a thing for him?” Kuroo cut in, his stare piercing right into you.

Pausing, you took a moment to try to understand this line of questioning. “W-Why does it matter to you?”

He shook his head in what seemed to be in disbelief, bringing a hand to his forehead, and sighing out. “You know, (F/n), you can be really heartless sometimes.”

“Heartless?! You’re the one who kissed me back, even though you have feelings for another girl!” You were fuming. What on earth was he getting agitated for, and why did he drag you into his tantrum? You turned your back to him, grabbing your stuff and opening the door out. You tuned out the voices from inside calling your name, pleading you to stay, but you were not having it. You slammed the door behind you, marching in the direction towards your apartment.

~~~~~ Kuroo ~~~~~~ Standing in the same spot, he stared after the door, the bitter feeling of jealousy slowly ebbing, giving way to remorse. Why did he let his anger cloud his judgment? He’d gone and fucked things up now, she would hate him. He dropped his gaze towards the floor, bringing his hands to his face, his fingers digging into his scalp. Breathing heavily, he clenched a fist, turning towards Akaashi and Kenma. They exchanged looks with each other, looking back at him.

“Kuro,” Kenma broke the silence. “Listen, it’s--”

“I fucked it up. I fucked it all up. She’s going to hate me now,” Kuroo muttered.

Akaashi stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Listen, Kuroo-san. You really are a pain in the ass…”

“Thanks, but now’s not the--”

The younger man held up a hand, motioning for silence. “...but you’ve a heart of gold. And (f/n)-san knows this. She wouldn’t hate you after one intense argument, that’s not how she is.”

Starting to become distraught, he shook his head. “I don’t want to be like my parents. I-I can’t lose her, too. She’s been there for me. I just can't believe I let her see that side of me.”

“What, that you’re jealous? Listen, if you tell her how you feel, I’m sure it’ll clear up things,” Akaashi insisted.

“I don’t think I can tell her like this.”

Kenma, doing the most unexpected thing, set down his game, walked over to Kuroo and looked him in the eyes, fully gaining the latter’s attention. “Kuro, listen. I don’t normally spill her secrets, but this is probably the one time I will: (F/n) has been in love with you for such a long time. She knows you pretty much everything about you, and she still loves you. She would still forgive you, if you hurry and apologize about what an ass you’ve been.”

Akaashi and Kuroo just stared at Kenma, speechless. Akaashi cleared his throat. “Yeah, what he said. Run over to her and spill your feelings. Don’t worry about anything, just let it all out.”

“I got you a ride to get you back there. You can probably make it before she does if you hurry,” Kenma piped in, smirking, “go and grovel before her.”

Kuroo opened his mouth to say something, but he was immediately shoved out the door and told to get in the car. The rest of the ride was a blur, thoughts racing in his head, heart pounding in his chest. God, he wanted to make this work. He’d never seen her so angry at him, she’d never stormed off like this. Seeing the pain in her eyes just upset him to the core, but jealousy was a cruel mistress, only wanting to wound. He should have stopped, he should have just let it go.

“Your stop.”

The driver’s voice snapped Kuroo out of his spiral. “Oh, uh, thank you, is there--”

“Don’t worry, you’re deep in your troubles. Just make sure she accepts your apology.”

Kuroo nodded, feeling the pressure. He quickly stepped out of the car, thanking the driver, and ran up the stairs to her apartment. Seeing the lights out, he realized she hadn’t arrived home yet, so he waited outside, not wanting to enter her home with the spare key, feeling like he couldn’t enter her place.

~~~~ Y/N ~~~~~

You saw a figure stand at your door, startling you, since it was dark. “Hey, you there, what are you doing?”

“Chibi-chan, it’s me.”

Hearing that voice, a swarm of emotions you thought you had pushed down on your walk here threatened to overwhelm you. “I don’t want to see you.”

“Please, hear me out.” His tone was pleading, desperate, and painful for you to hear.

You hiked up the stairs, rushing over to feel his face. “Tetsu, you’re cold! How long have you been waiting here?! Oh, nevermind, get inside.” You fumbled for your keys, opening the door, and dragged him inside. “God, why were you waiting for me out there?”

“I have to come and apologize. Please hear me out.”

Sighing, you motioned for him to sit down on the couch. “Alright, fine. Lay it on me.”

Kuroo sat down, hunched over, seemingly biting the inside of his lip. He sighed, lifting his head, his gaze meeting yours, which still made you catch your breath. “(F/n), listen. I’m so sorry for what happened back there. It’s not my place at all, but I just… I kind of snapped. All those years of being on the sidelines, seeing you with others…it all came flooding back. I thought I had the chance of letting you know how I felt, but seeing you settling in with Miya...it just stoked my jealousy. And, without really considering anything, I just lashed out on you.”

You held up a hand, pausing his words. “Wait, telling me how you felt? What do you mean?” Your heart picked up its pace again, not caring about getting its hopes up for naught. He expelled a short breath through his nose, almost in disbelief, standing up over you. “What, you don’t know? Do you need me to spell it out for you? Fine, damn it, Chibi-chan--I love you. I always have, and probably always will. It’s always been you, since pretty much the day we met in middle school. But I never did anything because it was you, me, and Kenma, and I didn’t want to ruin anything.” He gently grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his face, his lips touching the back of your hand, ever so lightly, before continuing. “There wasn’t another girl, it was you. No matter how much I tried getting over you, I couldn’t remove you from my brain.” Noticing how silent you went, he stopped in his tracks, lowering your hand, still holding it. “Chibi-chan? Please say something.” His voice had softened, uncertainty coloring his tone.

Stunned, you just stared up at Kuroo, words failing you in that moment. Here he was, admitting his love for you, the moment that you had yearned for years. The floodgates opened, and, without thinking, you placed your hands on his face and pulled him in for a kiss. The moment his lips touched yours, his arms slid around your, one hand gripping your waist, the other snaked around the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair. Your own hands slid down, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible. The kiss was gentle and slow, as if you were exploring each other the way you hadn’t before. The way his lips moved against yours caused your heart to beat faster than before. It felt like it had been ages before you pulled away, coming for air.

“Does that explain at least a fraction of what I feel?” You asked, biting your lip.

Kuroo let a devilish smile creep on his face. “Oh, just a fraction. Chibi-chan, I’m a little greedy, I’m gonna need the entire thing.” He slid his hands to your hips and pulled them closer to him. “That is, if you want me to show you how I feel.” You nodded your head, to which he leaned back in, his lips capturing yours, fiercely and passionately.

This kiss held nothing back. The tip of his tongue lightly swipes at your lips, begging for entry. Opening your mouth, he explores your mouth, pressing you against him. A small gasp escapes your mouth as you feel his lips move to your jawline and neck, his teeth ever so slightly grazing against your skin.

“Chibi-chan, you sure you want to go through with this? Because there’s no way I can hold back after this point,” he groaned near your ear.

“Tetsuro, don’t you dare hold back,” you hissed, biting your lip as you felt his hand reach up to your chest to feel you through your bra. “You have no idea how much I want this.”

“Oh yeah? So naughty, I didn’t know this side of you existed,” he chuckled, bringing his lips to your neck again. “Well, then, let me treat you right.” His lips make their way back to yours, tenderly, bringing his hands around you, he lifted you up and carried you to your bedroom, gently kissing you all the while. As he reached the bed, he gently tosses you on it, before stripping off his shirt, jacket, and pants and climbing over on top of you. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me earlier. Like what you see?” He smirked down at you, his overly confident attitude turning you on even more. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but admire his body.

Kuroo brought a finger to your pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them down agonizingly slowly. You started to whine and shift your hips to shake them off. You could hear him chuckle, clicking his tongue. “So needy, Chibi-chan.” His fingers traced over the top of your panties, leaving you squirming. “Let’s see how long I can go before you start begging.”

Your breath hitched, your legs rubbing together, feeling your arousal growing. You sat up and stripped your shirt off, pulling Kuroo in for a quick kiss. He pulled away enough just to let his lips brush over yours, then sank in, bringing your bottom lip in between his teeth before letting go. He pushes you down, one hand near your panties, tracing the lines and getting tantalizingly close before pulling away; his lips going to your neck, gently biting and marking his way down before reaching your breasts. “Chibi-chan, I can feel you getting so wet, and I barely even touched you.” You moaned in response, trying to lift your hips to press against his hand, but you were met with the clicking of his tongue, telling you to be patient. He wrapped his arm around your back, unclasping the bra and pushing it up, bringing his lips to one breast. His tongue swirled around, his teeth gently touching the nipple, then moving to perform the same action to the other breast. “Oh, Chibi-chan, I have such plans for you, just you wait.”

He resumed his marking of your skin down your abdomen, one finger finally looping around your panties and sliding them down. “Well, look what we have here,” he said, bringing a finger to touch the slick left on your panties. “So, so wet for me.” You whined, gripping the bed sheets, not able to stand the teasing anymore.

“T-Tetsu, please.”

“Please what, Chibi-chan? Come on, use your words.” He started rubbing a finger ever so slowly along your fold. “I want to hear you beg for what you want.”

“I-I need you to fuck my cunt. Please, with something, anything!” You whined out. “Fuck please, I need you so bad.”

He brought his head down to your sex, the devilish grin back on his face. “Hmm, what a good girl you are. See, I knew I would have you begging so soon for me.”

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, making sure you wouldn’t leave, and dragged you to his mouth, his tongue starting to lick at your clit. You cried out, the sudden touch you’ve been craving for brought you close to the edge. He kept licking against you, adjusting his arms to slowly finger you, one digit, then another. “Mmm, good girl, my Chibi-chan, so close already. It’s alright, you can cum for me.”

“F-fuck,” was all you could manage to hiss out, your breathing growing ragged. “Just like that.” You felt your orgasm build up quickly, his tongue playing you just right. Your hand quickly flew to his head and you dug your fingers through his hair. Tears started to spring forth from your eyes, your legs started shaking, and then you felt the coil snap within you, and you climaxed right there.

“That’s a good girl, there you go.” He drew out your orgasm, removing his mouth and his fingers slowly. He dragged his coated fingers across his tongue, savoring your taste. “But we’re not done yet. You got any contraceptives?” You mumbled out something about your birth control, saying it’s taken care of.

He stripped off his boxers, letting his pretty cock spring free. He pumps it slowly a couple times, before lining himself at your entrance, slightly grinding. You bring your knees up, readying yourself. “Tetsu,” you whimpered.

“Yes, Chibi-chan? What is it, baby girl, talk to me,” his look grew slightly concerned.

“I love you.” You looked away, not being able to handle his reaction after that. You heard him chuckle before feeling his hand on your cheek, coaxing you to look up at him.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, tenderly. Leaning down to kiss your lips and neck softly, he sighed against your skin, then pulled away. Gripping your thighs, he pressed the tip at your entrance, causing a small moan to escape from you. “You ready for me?”

You nodded. “More than ready.”

“Fuck, that’s all I need.” And with that, he pushed himself into you slowly, groaning at the tight feeling of your walls surrounding him. You gripped the sheets, panting out his name as he stretched you. “Damn, you’re doing so good for me, keep taking it, my pretty girl.” He kept going slowly until he bottomed out, both of you moaning out. “That’s it. Tell me when you’re ready.”

You took a moment to adjust, nodding to let him know he could continue. Muttering a curse, he pulled back and started his thrusting at a slow pace. “Fuck, Tetsu, you feel so good.”

“That’s it, take my cock. Fuck, you’re so good to me,” he praised, hiking your leg above his shoulder, trying to hit you deeper, his hips driving in to you slightly faster, kissing that sweet spot within you, sending you higher and higher. “I want you to take my cock so deep that you can’t think of anything else.”

At that last statement, you cried out, tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. You were still feeling sensitive from your first orgasm, but you were feeling your second build again. “Fuck, Tetsu, I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

Kuroo leaned over you, his breathing ragged, nearing his end, bringing a finger to tease your clit. “Oh fuck, ‘m close, too. Come for me, call out my name. God, I love you so much, you’re doing so, hngh, so well for me. Where do you want me?”

“Fuck, I need you inside me.”

“Damn it, what you do to me.” Growling at how lewd you were, he dropped your leg and worked your clit slightly faster, leaning down and growling from the sight of you beneath him. He kept thrusting as he marked your neck and shoulder, licking them to soothe you, trying to keep the pace as best he could. Wrapping your legs around him, you chanted his name, crying out your orgasm, shuddering your high came and washed over you. Throwing your head back, your walls clenched around his cock, creaming around him, to which he hissed out a curse. “Fuck, ‘m c-cumming, Chibi-chan,” he panted, before he buried your cock deep inside, feeling his cock twitch as he came inside of you.

You fell limp on the bed, while he stayed above you, still inside of you, trying to catch your breath together. You stared at the sight of Kuroo above you, a small smile forming on your lips as you brought your hand up to his face and wiped the hair out of his face, admiring his beauty like this. He smiled down at you, his panting beginning to slow down, and then he rested on top of you, his head near your face.

“Fuck, I’m so happy,” he breathed out, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love you so much.” He then slowly pulled out, groaning at the drag, as you arched your back, moaning at the sudden emptiness, feeling the cum drip from between your legs. You scooted off the bed and tried to stand, but your legs refused to work.

Kuroo rolled out of bed, immediately scooping you up. “Here we go princess, let’s go get cleaned up.”

After you both washed up, you plopped down on the bed, Kuroo sliding in next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You heard him chuckle, and you gave him an inquiring look.

“I’m laughing because I don’t think Kenma meant this when he said I should grovel for your forgiveness,” Kuroo remarked. “If he asks, you tell him I got on my knees before you.”

You laughed, before leaning in to kiss him gently. “As if I’d pass up that opportunity.” You stared into his eyes, bringing a hand to his cheek, caressing it.

He brought you in close, kissing the top of your head. “I know we didn’t do this quite the right way,” he laughed, stroking your hair, “but would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“I wonder,” you pursed your lips, pretending to think. “I guess I’ll go out with you and spare the women of the world your horrible chemistry pick-up lines.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” he replied, his hand going to his heart. “But I’m glad. I’m so happy I have you now.” He leaned in and kissed your lips sweetly.

You smiled against his lips. “Well, I’m not letting you go either. For me, it’s always been you.”

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incarnateirony · 3 years

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Someone dropped this in my submission box instead of ask box, “So I’m trying to genuinely understand what you’re saying is you understand corporate execs at the CW had a hand in the ending of supernatural? I’m not judging not attacking I swear I’m just trying to make sense of it because I had no idea about any of this up till now because I had stayed out of online fandom because well for years it felt big but anyways am I getting this right?”

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The CW has a hand in everything. Here’s how this generally works.

The authors have ~relative~ freedom on a show. That is to say, the execs really don’t sit there splitting the nuances of the storytelling the fandom is receiving. They generally don’t even identify major markers that any of us would know (see: not even recognizing what the Roadhouse is.) -- we all knew the original ending had TFW at the Roadhouse as framed and spoiled by 15.04 among other details, and the whole “heaven/mental bar” theme from DSOTM, Nihilism, and Last Call all amplified this as an inevitability--but when you ask about “hey, is there a bar in heaven?” and get a “no?” that tells you they don’t even understand *ancient* plot beats like the Roadhouse, much less the ramifications of what it’s supposed to entail. Oh look at that, the roadhouse was just in fucking heaven like we said, but you identified it as a “cabin” because of filming locations and your basic notes.

Corporate has very basic compliance demands. They expect X, Y, and Z. What X Y and Z are across different shows vary depending on their markets. As long as the authors operate within X Y and Z, the corporate face essentially works off of synopsis of pitches and ideas.

This is also why I’ve talked about queer writing history and people being careful what they call queerbait: you don’t know what their X Y and Z are. The WB for example does not really CARE about representation. I’ve blogged about this often. We’re dollar signs. If they can package a new product to market it explicitly as LGBTQ fare, then they’ll turn you into a revenue machine by feeding you that particular fodder. When it comes to legacy shows--which is funny, because when the suit went off in my DM about this, they used the exact same phrasing as me--they’re going to play it safe, especially if they don’t truly understand the returns from the demographics they’re observing.

The space between X Y and Z is where the authors have liberty to push and, the longer and harder they push, the louder the content is allowed to get.

Here! I’ll even quote them directly, somewhat truncated because they ranted for fucking PARAGRAPHS.

“In reference to the media landscape, on a corporate level we do not distinguish fandoms. [...] That said, legacy shows such at Arrow, Supernatural, and even Flash are relics and we never really endeavored to reinvent the wheel on a corporate level, we are more focused on shows that are newer and still in our pipeline to premiere. [...] As for social media like all businesses and brands the engagement itself is key, but the content of the engagement is mostly irrelevant, though every show does have certain keywords that are often used in conjunction with harsher interactions blacklisted.”

The funny part is, they thought they were preaching to me like this was new information, but those of you that have been around my blog will PROBABLY RECOGNIZE this is almost VERBATIM exactly what I have told everybody over the years. Enough I half-suspect some trolls out there will think i wrote it myself and made it up and lob that accusation around. But there’s about 50 people that watched this conversation as it unfolded.

If you guys get mad? You’re still giving them PR. If you engage the content? You’re giving them PR. If you guys get bitchy ENOUGH? They completely blacklist a certain kind of engagement. I have literally been telling you all of this for years.

They don’t care who you are or what you want, just if you’re watching and what they at-best roughly estimate your demographic as desiring. So for example, Supernatural reading as a largely non-urban white demographic in its viewership, especially with a heavier lean in red states than most shows on the network, they presume to cater to what they perceive that demographic wants, rather than individualizing the understanding of the content, because they do not distinguish the shows or fandoms. “Oh, heavier republican white non-urban demographic” is where their understanding ends at, which is why they’re going to be utterly mystified why even my trump-voting republican neighbor from rural Alabama looked at the end result and went “what the fuck?” -- they weren’t expecting a big gay confession, but they were expecting a different sort of final tone.

Of course they’re never going to take that on for themselves and go “wow, we’re giant blazing dumbasses that understand nothing about the show!” -- they’ll, for example, claim they don’t leave network notes, when they’re still the ones passing material along about demographics and expectations etc etc. Their notes are *basic*. They do not leave *extensive* notes. Because extensive notes require extensive understanding of the content.

So for example: Berens spent since S9 slowly gaying up our show. Since they do not pay attention to the fine details of the story contents (lol no bar in heaven lolololol just a cabin lololol), he never got a note to *stop*. But it was not within the original structure plans and didn’t technically fit the demographic notes. The show continued to get aggressively gayed up, and Berens never really signed a note like “hey, I’m gaying it the fuck up” so even fandom reporters were going “THERE’S NO INTENT THERE!!!!!” -- berens operated in his very basic X, Y, Z landmarks to expand content within a story the suits literally do not pay the fuck attention to.

Corporate’s understanding is basic: dudes stabbing monsters and brothers against the world. Play in that box and keep these demographic notes in mind. You’re good.

They’ll NEVER mention blacklisting issues directly beyond what they admitted in the above quote but I DO remind you I have ranted ON AND ON AND ON how much Destiel fandom shot themselves in the goddamn foot with a fucking bazooka with the Chad Kennedy incident years ago. Others like Emily handled it intelligently to inform the *authors*. No, the network will never tell you if they blacklisted Destiel, but I informed you pretty heavily years ago that odds are, yeah, they probably fucking blacklisted Destiel.

Add in paying attention to the things Berens himself liked (if you don’t believe, scroll to Nov 5 on his tl)

Like, listen. berens knows exactly what he did and did the best he could do in the situations that were set up for him. And, frankly, I had been talking about this season as a writer room rebellion all year--just like corporate DID leave them a note in S11 that they couldn’t kill god. But if they couldn’t kill him or cage him, they would find another way. In 17 we said goodbye to Meredith and, in a way, to a MAJOR portion of Dean’s substantial story. In 18, we said goodbye to Bobo, and frankly all the parts that grew into queer Castiel that came with it. 19 and 20 became residual notes of hitting expected plot beats on the head on a rhythm, tying off godforces, and then just sliding into the Dabb subversion of them having learned to grieve, let go, and process emotions-- just the surrounding delivery left the feeling of more ~wanting~ on that front which is understandable.

But these are the kind of things people don’t even ~think~ about. This is WHY I’ve turned myself into a bulletshield protecting Berens’ work for YEARS while people yelled about queerbait not understanding the years of process he used in his unbabysat space to make something unable to dodge.

More posts he liked:

This isn’t a solo story. At the same SDCC he leaned over to my friend and grinned, whispering, “I hope you like what I did this year.” -- he knew. He knew and he fought his ass off but there was an end of the line.

That end of the line having an extra note or two to drop in the finale--never a big gay confirmation, just a “everyone’s there together, assume what you want” --is its own thing. As it is, Jensen even remarked how much of his dialogue got cut in final draft out of 18, and if the brazil dubbing footage leak tells me anything, they got the raw version before it was cut. And before they ADR’ed Dean’s sniffling collapsed against the wall. They had everything right, beyond the fact that there was supposed to be more dialogue from Dean along the lines of, “You can’t go”, or “you can’t leave” (difficult to determine what a ESL person seeing an english draft then yelling in portuguese then translated back to english meant, specifically, but something in that ballpark -- just like “don’t do this” came as “no it’s not” through the translation pipeline), and other similar minor bartering about this. And we’re not even gonna get into Dean’s hilariously loudly ADRed sniffling on the wall. Here, Jensen, breathe IMMEDIATELY into this microphone.

But they’re never going to tell you this. Of course they’re not.

Summarily, corporate had half a year of having to re-manage scheduling everybody’s flights and planners during covid rewrites to stare directly into the huge gay abyss and fuck things up.

It’s all about the unmonitored space vs the monitored space. Of COURSE they’re never going to fucking tell you these things.

FRANKLY I am DYING to see the Portuguese dub of the show to see what the fuck they do with it, all things considered. I’m pretty sure the suit in my inbox that’s trying to vagueblog around things sideways now never accounted for the fact that there’s copies of the raw available in some parts of the world. I’m... pretty sure they thought they were my only leak source in fact.

Either way--it’s not that corporate micromanages and passes constant notes. It’s that they gloss over vague summaries and plans, drop a few base expectations and performance boxes. It’s up to the authors how to kick up dust inside those boxes.

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a-littlebreak-for-b · 3 years

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Heyyyyooo I am back again but this time with so much to say because I just finished 3A (y’all finals kicked my behind this quarter I could barely handle it but today I slept for like 15 hours and then watched Teen Wolf in my other waking moments) so here are the updates on little stilinski:

Obviously she and her freshman Lacrosse boy start to get close...close to the point he comes over after practice and stays the nights her Dad is at the station until the morning. Stiles has no clue. He is oblivious because he’s worried about supernatural happenings and Scott and Lydia and GETTING LAID BY HIS LITTLE FRIEND AT HER BIRTHDAY PARTY.

But of course when she goes missing and he tells little S about this she starts to really freak out. She was never isolated from Stiles, heck they drove to school every morning together, dinner was always something they were both home for, and saying goodnight 500 times was a guilty habit between the two of them, but when she hears this, she’s too far away for Stiles to even get a gauge on how she’s feeling. Heather was like an older sister to little S, taught her how to braid her own hair, how to talk to boys. While Stiles and Heather may have bathed together, no one really took little S under their wing like Heather, that is until Heather decided she wanted to be very very very intimate with Stiles, and this led to not inviting Little Stilinski to the party - because little sisters are not the greatest topic of conversation or designer bag to carry around at a party where you’re trying to - anyway this hurts her, bad.

Obviously Stiles doesn’t know this either so he just kind of lets her be, but every waking minute of every hour, he is pacing and practically yelling to Scott about how worried he is.

She handles it on her own. Until Isaac.

Isaac and Stiles have never been too close at this point. But obviously the deaths of virgins means there are two Stilinskis at risk and when Stiles can barely talk to his sister he enlists Scott’s help, who decides Isaac can be of good use and get on Stiles good side by watching over the smallest honorary member of the pack - even though she has no clue what the heck that even means or about werewolves. Plus despite it being easier to ask Allison, Scott doesn’t really know where he stands and that throws out the option of the girls looking after her.

At first its barely noticeable. He looms around with Scott and Stiles, seems to be a new friend from lacrosse. But when she notices him talking to her boy, and then him showing up at her house with said boy, she goes directly to the source of what she can only imagine as the hired babysitter. Also her boy-friend- has no idea why Isaac is suddenly interested in his girl(friend) and this kinda freaks him out but he knows Isaac will kill him on the field if he doesnt answer all his questions and make up excuses about getting him into Stiles house for some equipment Scott left over (these are all lame excuses Isaac comes up with) because he’s a freshman and in lots of American sports (take it from someone who know lol) the freshman are the scapegoats for everything wrong in the upperclassmen’s life, so he assumes it has something to do with Stiles and Scott and them seeing potential in him being first line and attempts to make everyone happy by just going along with it and being a team player.

Little Stilinski thinks it is the dumbest shit she has ever heard in her entire life and that her brother is a psycho trying to ruin her life. TEENAGERS.

Cut to: Lydia finds that one homie in the chair. That’s the freshman boy.

And man oh man is Stiles RELIEVED! I mean sure, another body is not good, but his little sister is still his little sister and he doesn’t have to rehash the birds and the bees talk he’s stumbled upon but failed to fully get into a couple of times with her.

But if he thought she was destroyed over Heather, this is a new kind of low.

She stops talking.

She cries all night.

Not even Stiles can keep her from waking up in cold swears after nightmares and screaming. It sounds worse then when Lydia screams near him.

And his heart tears itself open over and over again because these two have lost so much and he knows that this is a wound that never needs to be reopened but is continuously done so.

And so he calls Scott and Isaac and they come over. It’s 3 am.

Scott looks at Stiles, “What do you want us to do?”

“I don’t know but nothings working-” Stiles is cut off by Isaac pushing past him.

In the time he’s watched the little human he understands some of her habits, knows her routine, and he thinks he knows how to help her.

He sits, slowly, on the edge of her bed next to her. She faces the window, he looks out it too.

“You-” he starts but he stops. This is the first conversation where he hasn’t had to make a big excuse for being at the house without Stiles or bumping into her in the hallway.

She looks at him, tears welling in her eyes.

And he puts out his hand. She takes it.

Without her noticing a thing, black veins swirl up his arm, under his cardigan.

“You’re freezing” he whispers.

She nods, leaning into his shoulder.

Stiles watches as Isaac does something he can’t do.

Scott moves over to the bed and Stiles follows. They all move around until they are a comfortable group of bodies facing the window.

Her three big brothers are there. Nothing supernatural, and nothing inside her heart or head is going to hurt her tonight. Not with them there.

I HAVE SO MUCH MORE BUT THIS IS ALREADY LONG LOLOLOL Sorry if any of this doesn’t make sense I’m like barely alive rn.

#teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #Scott McCall #scott mccal imagine #scott mccall x y/n #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski x sister!reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #derek hale #allison argent #lydia martin #Allison and Lydia #cora hale #hale #teen wolf fanfiction

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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New Episode Update Let’s GOO!!!

Warning : This is just Yume having a mental breakdown, seriously. This episode update was WHACK.

~ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 68-75 ~

I know we ain’t participating and all but the game reminding you that there’s 10 minutes left to prepare is seriously bad for my heart.

Aah, shiet. Vil is still hurt.

He still has small wounds and scratches that he hid make up. Daddy, I’m worried.

Apparently, yeah, I’m not the only one cause my homeboy, Epel just asked to switch the center role with Vil. THE CONFIDENCE.

Aw, he’s worried about him falling over during stage (And make the performance look bad) Come on, Epel just be honest-

...He finally became the ideal poisoned apple that Vil wanted, huh?

Vil being proud a mom.

But the queen inside him is STRONG.

He’ll embrace the villain in him, OUR QUEEN CAN STILL GO. INJURED, WHO?

...AAND he proceeds to roast Epel again lol Typical Vil.

I love how Epel just accepted a nickname like “Doku Ringo-chan” lol It’s so cute, senior-junior relationship goals right there.

HERE WE GO.

Everyone is actually really confident hahaha

I really wish Deuce’s mom, Ace’s brother, Jamil’s sister, and Vil’s dad were here in person to watch.

HECK I WANT KALIM’S WHOLE FAMILY HERE WHY NOT

T-THEY’RE REALLY LETTING US HEAR THE FULL SONG.

IS THAT JAMIL RAPPING.

Look at Jamil’s solo SD dancing. LOOK AT IT.

I really fucking love Vil’s singing voice aaa

HIS VOICE IS SO GOOD.

Album when disney.

Is Vil okay.

...aight im hearing some high quality panting here

...dont mind me listening to it a bit too much...

...they’re going to be great reference for some spicy- leave me alone

Vil panting is making me feel SOMETHING.

ANYWAY. THE CROWD IS A MOOD.

IS VIL OKAY.

Unmei no megami is giving me idia ptsd here.

Heartslabyul Senpais are watching their kids, looking all proud *sniff

Oh god, after playing Obey Me, it just occurred to me how similar Cater and Asmodeus’ voices are...

Watch these Senpai dorks act like Ace and Deuce’s second family. Trey being the dad, Riddle being the mom, and Cater being the supportive big bro. It’s so beautiful.

Riddle’s voice is a lot more softer now, I just realized...It’s so soothing...

God i miss u too octavinelle never change

Yeah, why tf did Floyd not audition for this

Bro, can you imagine Nobuhiko Okamoto in the squad as well??? IMAGINE-

Of course, he wasn’t in the mood back then. Of course. Why did i even ask.

IMAGINE FLOYD BEING IN VDC NEXT YEAR.

Omg i miss u too octavinelle never change

Azul’s gonna overblot again with Floyd’s marketing skills lol

Jade coming in like welp i guess thats that. Too bad, huh Azul?

GOD i miss u too octavinelle never change

SAVANA BITCHES HI

I wonder if these mfs knew that Vil just overblotted and malmal was the one who fixed the stage lol

oooh Leona’s sus about something he a sharp boi

Speak up my guy—

still so weird leona taking his job seriously

Malleus looking happier seeing this performance rather than Lilia’s lol

I miss the simpery in Sebek

Silver’s not in the verge of falling into a coma for once wow

Chenya’s so cute.

AND WE’RE BACK TO CUTE HEIGH HO TEAM

fcking shotacons man...im not one to talk

Aw, they didn’t show Neige performance...

The simping in the crowd is a MASSIVE mood.

WHO WINS TELL ME

These night raven fuckers better vote for us and not pull a “oh shie my hand slipped lololol” i swear to god- im gonna throw hands

*me holding my phone and pretending to vote as well

Suspense music intensifies be like-

HAAA

BOIS, ITS ONE VOTE DIFFERENCE WHO IS IT AAAA

WHAT.

HOW DARE- HOW!? HOW DID WE LOSE!?

WE LOST BY ONE VOTE!?

EVERYONE’S SO SHOCKED LOL

vil pls dont overblot again-

Noooo grim’s tuna cans-

WE REALLY LOST TO A LEGIT KIDS SONG.

These children do not have the right to be this cute. I wanna take Timmy, Toby, and Shelpie home.

I swear to god one of these dwarves sounds like Cheka lol Is it Toby?

EPEEELLLL DONT CRRYYYY

KALIMMMM DONT CRRYYYY

KALIM HAVING THE AUDACITY TO SOUNDING LIKE A BIG BROTHER AND THEN CRYING HIS OWN RIGHT AFTER LOLOLOL

I HATE THIS EPISODE YALL MADE MY TWO BOIS CRY IM FIGHTING THIS EPISODE. BURN THIS.

This background music too though im deeeeddd

KALIM IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING A SINFIC ABOUT YOU PLS DONT CRY-

Jamil impressed about Vil being “calm” and Vil just going “h e h. you dont even know.”

....ha...

Monsieur Rook. WHAT did you say.

ROOK VOTED FOR ROYAL SWORD. Are you kidding me. You snek how could you- i loved you

WHAT DID I SAY- Ya’ll night raven fuckers shall not slip by their fingers when voting rook.

Vil is in the brink of passing out aaaaa

I have never heard Ace this pissed before whoa- lol he sounds like Deuce in his delinquent mode

Aw...Rook felt that Neige’s performance carries a stronger bond than theirs :’( it’s hard to put the blame on him when he’s saying all these stuff

It’s just like what they said in the past episodes that it’s really hard voting for your own team when you know the opposing team is better.

Aww...He just wanted Vil to believe in himself more...Rook is such a best man. Im crying-

Oh noooo is Vil gonna cry too nooo- daddy turned to baby really quick SOMEONE GIVE HIM AN EMERGENCY HUG

Well- at least...at least the 100 year record of not being able to win is still going, yeah? Um...bad joke? Sorry, i’ll see myself out-

NEIGE NOT NOW AND YOUR VII-KUN BULLSHIT- we’re having a moment here

Neige is such sweetheart but aaaahh— This makes it worse, we can’t even hate him aaa—

OMG JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THINGS COULDN’T- AAAAA

MONSIEUR ROOK. YOU’RE A FAN OF NEIGE!?

MOTHERFUCKER just got exposed by Neige himself lol

Going to Neige’s shake hand events, sending him letters, buying all his merch and shie- HE’S A FULL BLOWN NEIGE STAN

WTF YOU SNEK GET OUT OF THIS SCHOOL-

OOOOHHH THAT FUCKING ALBUM- HIS “LIFE’S WORK” or whatever bullshit IS FULL OF NEIGE

...actually- my japanese is lacking- im not sure lol what is a ブロマイド??? Lol I feel like a clown.

Rook is sweating profusely LOL

...what do you have to say for yourself, monsieur rook.

Wait- huh is that-

IS HE GONNA CRY-

WHY IS EVERYONE CRYING!??!?!?!

HE’S SILENTLY CRYING AS HE INTRODUCED HIMSELF TO NEIGE WHAT. THE. FUCK IS THIS EPISODE.

Neige fanclub??? Eternal Snow??? What kind of creepy-ass- OH, HE EVEN HAS A MEMBERSHIP NUMBER TOO-

Props to Neige with his :) expression unfaltering.

I’m- I’m speechless.

Vil is just looking down at Rook in disappointment like- “you’re more pathetic than I am”

Queen just went “I think you need this handkerchief more than I do now” THAT’S RIGHT. REPENT MOTHERFUCKER.

Rook crying is cursed.

But damn, I’m kinda liking this new relationship this bitchy relationship they have

Neige just dragged everyone’s ass back on stage and his snow white energy just said “LETS ALL BE FRIENDS AND SING”

NEIGE IS FUCKING GREAT- HE REALLY DID GOT THESE BITCHES TO SING HEIGH HO LOL

ACE’S RELUCTANT SINGING AND DEUCE LOOKING LIKE HE’S HAVING FUN

KALIM IS SUCH A MOOD, SINGING EVEN WITHOUT KNOWING THE LYRICS AND JAMIL JUST HAVING THAT “i want to die” ENERGY

AIGHT. ROOK IS HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN AND EPEL IS TRYING HIS BEST. HE’S SO CUTE-

OMG NEIGE AND VIL HAVING SUCH GOOD HARMONY—

YAHOO Y A H O O TANOSHIINDA~~

YA’LL SURE ABOUT GIVING ME THIS BLESSED MOMENT??

What a somewhat happy ending, even though Rook just backstabbed us I’m crying Beauté 100 points!!!

LOL Vil realizing he’s having fun singing with Neige- “SOMEONE JUST END ME RIGHT NOW-“ The desperation in his voice-

I love how Neige’s yahoo yahoo is messing with everyone’s head, even Vil wants to pass out lol

haha Crowley is so depressed lol

WHA- WHO-

HEADMASTER OF ROYAL SWORD!?

He looks like your typical grandpa- and his outfit looks like that one mickey mouse wizard outfit but blue—

Old man just went “we won lol” just to piss Crowley off I like this guy’s energy already-

Crowley being most likely as old as this guy—

ooohh this man just sensed something in this stage- Leona did too, didn’t he???

* Damn. Crowley talking so fast sounds like he’s making a load of bullshit lol

Anyway, I’m just glad that it’s not mickey mouse who’s the headmaster— I would’ve lost my shit.

We’re back in our dorms and I forgot that the squad doesn’t live with us anymore. It’s suddenly so lonely now...

Grim is getting the yahoo yahoo ptsd too lol it’s too goddamn catchy

oooohh shiet- mickey is calling us again

YES we finally got a good picture of this motherfucker

It seems like nothing is disrupting our communication this time, so MC thought to call Grim but—

Grim is not here.

Uuhhh...Grim? Where you’ve gone??? We’re getting flashbacks of the first parts of the game.

We went out to find Grim and HE’S CHOMPING ON ANOTHER BLACK STONE ON THE STAGE-

GRIM SPIT THAT OUT YOU LOOK TERRIFYING

AAAAAHH GRIM HAS GONE FERAL— He’s attacking US

Is this because we didn’t win his tuna canss nooo

NoOO SWEET BABY COME BACK.

Legit I’m sad, please baby don’t overblot like this...

He learned a new move though- SCRATCH

Ooh— We’re seeing some Ignihyde scenes here~

P U H I H I

Idia getting a lot of emails from bigshot companies whoa—

THAT OLYMPUS—?! EXCUSE ME??? Ortho what- Are we finally getting that Hercules episode—

Damn getting a hot chance in olympus only to put them down the recycling bin oof— Idia why edit : Yume was informed that olympus is kind of a company that sponsored VDC sorry she was mind-fucked at this moment and the ability to understand proper Japanese just went whoosh lol Thanks to @starshiningsirius for pointing it out for Yume~ ♥︎ HONESTLY YUME’S JUST GONNA WAIT FOR ACTUAL PROFESSIONAL TRANSLATORS AT THIS POINT LOL Don’t trust me for important situation too much lol

Aaaahh...We’re getting this shut-in out of his room in the next episode, are we?

And that concludes the whole Pomefiore Episode! JESUS CHRIST 75 CHAPTERS ALL IN ALL!? How long is the Ignihyde chapter going to be, huh!?

This was a really, really fun episode lol I’d consider this a fan service episode actually cause of all the things we get to experience— The singing, dancing, and the new songs, THE DRAMA. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

But then, the plot thickens, no? What’s going to happen to Grim? In the Ignihyde episode? And those reoccurring memories of us? And our relationship with Tsunotarou lol ALSO WE NEVER REALLY DID FIND OUT WHAT ROOK’S UNIQUE MAGIC IS. DISNEY EXPLAIN—

Thanks for reading this shitpost of Yume losing her shiet lol See you all in the Ignihyde Episode~ ❤

#twisted wonderland #spoilers #episode 5 #Talk with Yume

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skiyoosmi · 4 years

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hi!!!! i’ve never done a req before bc i usually just like seeing the hc’s that are already written ,, but!!! could i get bokuto with a super hype s/o who’s super energetic like him (but not AS energetic, bokuto will always win that), but when he goes over to your house (either for dinner or smthn) he notices that ur v quiet around ur family. like ur cool w ur sisters but ur parents bring u down a lot and bokuto feels really bad and comforts u or whatever. thank u!!!! hope this came out ok

➤ marga's notes. oMGGG,, it's an honor to have you send me a request!! 🙇🏻‍♀️ i hope you enjoy this then~~~

— bokuto kōtarō comforting his s/o

• THE SUNSHINE COUPLE. periodt.

• keiji loses almost all the braincells he has because of handling bokuto and then the last one left is because of you lololol

• bo absolutely loves the fact that he has someone to be happy-go-lucky with no matter where you both are and when

• he swears you were an angel the gods made and sent only for him

• like, whenever you're together, the whole fukurodani team can literally see sparkles and flowers surrounding the two of you while you gush over one another

• "AHHH y/n, you're cute again today!"

• "no, bo! you're cuter than me today!"

• their inner thoughts: "hahh, these two are idiots for each other again"

• hence, he was confused and all pouty when he went over to your house with your family there and you were like, "hi bo come in"

• he'd be like, where's my bear hug tho 🥺

• uWUUUUU

• cause when you see each other, it's a MUST that you do that kind of hug where you jump on him and he spins you in circle while you squeal and all

• agh i stan couple who are goals ✊🏼😤

• n e ways, he thought you were not just in the best mood that night so he let the rather sad welcome slide and greeted your very lovely siblings who were as sunshine-y(?) as you

• until!!!!

• dinner came and you were all gathered around the table, he noticed that you were even quieter if it was still possible

• that's where your parents came in and started attacking literally EVERYTHING about you but in a "joking" tone

• "bokuto-kun, i'm surprised you took a liking towards our daughter when she's like....... that."

• bo, of freaking course, frowned at your mom's statement upon noticing that the air became reallyyyy awkward after that

• he felt offended too tbh, like what do they mean by "that"?!?!?!?!

• in his mind, bokuto would be like oH HELL NAH IK YOU'RE THEIR PARENTS BUT YOU WILL NOT DO MY BABIE LIKE THAT 😡

• so with all respect he can give, puffed up chest and errthing, he will defend you and point out the things he loves about you which means EVERYTHING about you too

• he's like this >> "excuse me sir and ma'am? don't at me my. babie. is. perfect. 💪🏼😤🤚🏼"

• UHUH BECAUSE YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE HUN

• and of course, he will comfort you afterwards because he's shocked too like, does this happen all the time?!?!?

• but n e ways, if you don't get enough love from your parents, he sure as hell will make up for it

• he will ALWAYS make sure you feel loved and will stay the sunshine you are because you deserve only the best of literally ✨ everything ✨

extra

"y/nnnnnnn~~ are you really okay?" he asks for the umpteenth time the day after that very much awkward dinner. you sighed, unable to stop the smile that formed on your face as you felt your heart flutter at his concern.

you stopped walking, him following, and turned to face him before placing a hand on his cheek to which he leaned into, "oh bo, i'm really okay. don't worry about that! it takes more than nonsensical words to bring me down!"

he blinked, not even bothering to remove his intense gaze on you— like an owl under observation. after a few moments, he shrugged and soon, his excited face appeared once more.

"okay! now give me my bear hug!!"

my classes start the day after tomorrow and here i am, simping over hq boys when i'm supposed to read and have advanced lessons i– 💧👁👄👁💧

requests are open

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #bokuto imagines #bokuto scenarios #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 3 years

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For your character ask thing you reblogged, the one with the hcs could you do Ellie and Abby, please?

Abby Anderson: Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual with a preference for women. Probably took her a while to come to terms with her bisexuality and probably denied it but met a woman who made her realize she isn't straight. Also, probably had a crush on Nora when she was younger and when she was a young kid but was mean to her to hide these feelings which Nora still doesn't know about. Gender Headcanon: I headcanon her as someone who goes by all pronouns and might be genderfluid. A ship I have with said character: I ship her with Nora a lot and I really wish they could've dated as their relationship is so cute. A BROTP I have with said character: Her and Manny or her with Owen because I believe that their relationships were kinda cute (Owen was kinda cute with her when he wasn't favoring her as to Mel and treating her bad because he likes Abby more.) But I really love her relationship with Manny and love their dynamic. Kinda underrated imo. NOTP I have with said character: If we're talking about canonically then Ellie and her or Owen and her (don't hate the ship that much but personally don't ship them together.) Also I do like Abby and Ellie and the thought of them together but not in canon. A Random Headcanon: She enjoys bonding with those around her with working out like for example she'll jog with Lev or something and enjoys talking with him and for her it's her own weird way of bonding with people. She loves to work out and exercise and not to mention loves to use her muscles to impress someone she's into or will often go on gym dates with her partner. General Opinion Over Said Character: I love her and I feel she's really unique and complex without being too much, she's so interesting and I love how flawed she is, how much she grows, and how she finds her place in the world taking care of Lev. I love everything about her. Ellie Williams: Sexuality Headcanon: They are a lesbian not really a headcanon just canon, lololol. So yeah they are a lesbian in my eyes. Gender Headcanon: I headcanon them as a non-binary lesbian who goes by they/them pronouns as well as she/her pronouns. A ship I have with said character: Of course her with Dina but not Ellie then I'd ship them with Abby (not in canon of course) but yeah I really like what they could be and stuff. Not to mention, could be amazing enemies to friends to lovers. A BROTP I have with said character: Her and Jesse so much! Like bruh, I love how supportive he is of her and how much he ultimately cares about her and Dina. He is a true friend. Also, enjoy her brotp with Tommy if that counts. A NOTP I have with said character: Not her with Jesse or Joel. I swear people in this fandom are weird about that and it's just gross, she's a confirmed lesbian and it's gross that people don't care and don't respect her sexuality. A random headcanon: She at some point in her life either shaves her head or cuts it real short and Dina would help her with it, calling her handsome and attractive when it was finished. Also, probably would get another tattoo of a moose on her hand as a symbol of Joel. A general opinion of said character: I love them, same with Abby I love how complex they are and how she's allowed to make mistakes, her relationships with those around her, and how in tune she is with her emotions. She's really well written and she's probably better than Joel imo.

#the last of us #tlou2 abby #abby anderson #ellie williams

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sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves · 3 years

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WORTH IT SAVORY PIE!!

I really love the efforts of editing they went through to make the driving scenes still feel like the old videos! Steven and Adam are even in their own seats lmao

also goshhhh, as usual, special attention to Adam’s hair jfc I love it so much i am crying ❤️❤️❤️

A bit disappointed that they didn’t make the rest of the episodes like, a picnic like episode, but I guess it’s better this way since we don’t want our boys to get sick.

BUT ANYWAYS THEIR FIRST CHEERS AND SO CUTE

the boys really be lookin’ and givin’ heart-eyes to each other even through video chats ughhhh ❤️❤️❤️

AND THIS DIALOGUE BETWEEN THEM LMAO

the wild mind difference between Steven and Andrew lolololol

AND ANDREW JUST GOING ALONG AND LAUGHING FONDLY AT STEVEN UGHHHH

*gross sobbing crying* God I love Adam SO SO MUCH HIS HAIR LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD I SWEAR TO FUCK I HOPE ADAM NEVER CUTS HIS HAIR IT LOOKS FUCKING AMAZING I AM FOAMING IN THE MOUTH AND GOING FERAL OVER IT bfedsjbfckjandk

Steven saying he can be called a sweetie pie like goshhh, THIS IS WHAT HIS BOYFRIENDS WILL BE CALLING HIM NOW. HEADCANON GUYS. ANDREW AND ADAM CALL STEVEN THEIR SWEETIE PIE ❤️❤️❤️

Next pie, for some odd reason, just because they’re drinking wine, this part of the video already looked fancier and idk why lmaooo

Also, at the start of this scene, Andrew was just looking at Steven the entire time just fuckkkkk, ANDREW IS SO WHIPPED, HE JUST KEEPS LOOKING AT THE VIDEO OF STEVEN AND IS BARELY EVEN LOOKING IN FRONT LMAOOO

Andrew while explaining the wine, he just be looking at Steven instead of the audience and I am fucking crying

WINE CHEERS AHHHH, idk if there are diff kind of wine glasses, but I really like how Andrew just randomly has that generic wine glass that’s so well known and Steven is like... Yeah, imma just grab whatever fancy glass looking cup I have for this lololoolol

When they both tried the wine and got shocked at the taste, Steven looks at the camera and Andrew just... He looks at Steven and I am fucking crying, ANDREW CONTAIN YOUR HEART-EYES, WE CAN SEE IT MAN AHHAHA

ANDREW DROPPING THE PIE AHAHHAHA, who’s willing to bet it’s because he was too distracted looking at Steven again to hold the pie properly?? lololol

ADAMMM ❤️❤️❤️

SERIOUSLY THE AMOUNT OF PIES STEVEN DID FOR THIS EPISODE I WAS HOLLERING, I really love how he did so many puns here, it made, not only me happy, but I am sure Andrew was so fond over it too sdbkjfbadskjds

I JUST WANNA ASK STEVEN IN WHAT UNIVERSE DOES THE BONE MARROW PIE LOOK LIKE A BELLYBUTTON

and i gotta be honest, my own thought of what it looked like was a bit, no, hella different than what the two of them thought and I am not telling you guys for your peace’s sake lmao

Their smiles and laugh after Steven said it looked like a bellybutton ❤️❤️❤️

Okay but like, special attention to this moment with Andrew licking his finger, I’m sorry, but really, we just gotta

STEVEN YOU CAN’T FUCKING END A VIDEO ASKING ANDREW WAHT FUCKING PANTS HE’S WEARING IT SHOULD BE FUCKING ILLEGAL

I SWEAR TO FUCK EVERYTHING THEY DO SOUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE IT COMES RIGHT OUTTA A FUCKING FANFIC

Just when me and the gang were talking about standrew phone/video sex fanfics a week or so ago, this will def motivate me to write that more now lmaooo

AND ANDREW, WHY THE FUCK MUST YOU ANDREW BACK SAYING THE DRAWSTRINGS AREN’T TIED!? JFC AT THIS POINT YOU BOTH JST BEGGING US TO WRITE FICS NOW dbeshcesnakd

Steven’s smile when Andrew said he’s wearing shorts and shit, i almost feel like I knows which pants Andrew is pertaining to and he can see it already 👀

#standrew #stadamdrew #steven lim #andrew ilnyckyj #adam bianchi #guys #this had so much fanfic potential #so many fanfic ideas #these two-- actually THREE #cuz we ship stadamdrew #give so much fic ideas gosh #i love it so much #sdfnjkdsnkajas

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commander-yinello · 4 years

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Guardian (Jumin x Zen)

Happy Birthday @maniart1o9!!! For you, I wrote some JuminZen with one of your favorite themes (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I hope you will enjoy it! Read more under the cut ♥♥ ~_^

Word Count: 1945 Warnings: Mild swearing, smoking, references to a car accident

Jumin knows he’s seen him.

Even upside down, with the airbag so closely pressed to his chest that he couldn’t move, his vision spinning, and the overwhelming scent of gasoline making him dizzy, he sees Zen outside the front window. And he’s glowing, so bright his eyes water. Then, as someone pulls him out of the car, he’s gone.

That’s not possible, assistant Kang insists next to the hospital bed he’s sitting in, both waiting for the doctor to come back. Zen was nowhere near C&R International, and she only just warned the RFA 5 seconds ago of the crash. He could not have possibly arrived here that fast.

Ah. The crash. The car crash. The one Jumin was in because Driver Kim had his day off, and Jumin saw no issue driving to the client himself. The one where Jumin had to swerve to dodge another car cutting off his lane, and caused his own car to topple over and crash against a tree.

She’s right, Jumin thinks, there’s no way Zen could have been at the crash. Most likely stress from the crash, a concussion, his panicked imagination going in overdrive.

Yet, not a minute later, the doctor tells him he doesn’t even have a bruise. As if he never was in a car accident. That should not be possible, the doctor says, and assistant Kang is equally confused. Jumin however, is not.

He is certain now, he’s seen Zen.

And he has a suspicion why.

~~~~

Jumin Han:

Do you sometimes find yourself in places you weren’t before when you travel?

ZEN: Dude it’s 1 AM why are you messaging me

Also wtf are you going on about

Are you high???

Jumin Han: You still replied.

ZEN: Go to sleep and leave me alone, asshole

~~~~

He’s always wondered what was up about Zen. He knows about albinos, they often took great care of themselves when going outside, and sometimes had other health issues. Not Zen, who is so handsome, not that Jumin would admit it out loud. Who is so fit, he jogged daily. Who has no problem taking selfies in broad daylight with no sunscreen or sunglasses in sight. It had been only after Jumin made the last comment, a year ago, that Zen suddenly mentioned jogging at night, or an extensive skincare routine.

Back then, he stopped caring very quickly. It wasn’t any of his business, of course, what the narcissistic man did.

Now he cares again. He remembers how Zen had gotten into an accident, and V told him in full detail how Zen had healed insanely fast.

A handsome albino with super fast healing skills. How very strange, he tells Elizabeth, and she meows in agreement. He pets her while leaning an elbow on his mahogany desk, laptop showing a website of occult creatures.

Maybe he is a vampire. The ones in that one teenage movie sparkle. Which is not a glow, his brain reminds him. Plus the whole sun thing would still be an issue.

He entertains the sexy albino vampire idea a bit too long, before he realizes and cuts his thoughts off on purpose.

Maybe he is too paranoid. Maybe Zen is human. Zen’s allergy for cats seems real, at least. Even though Zen is an actor, Jumin thinks, he hides his emotions poorly.

And then Zen mentions that, sometimes, he has prophetic dreams.

Strange. Very, very strange.

Too many things don't add up for Zen to be human. And Jumin wants to know who he truly is - very much so.

~~~~

Jumin Han: Do you often glow?

ZEN: Of course I do, my beauty is radiant Blessed by the Gods themselves

Jumin Han: Gods. Interesting. Tell me all about them.

ZEN: What? What do you mean? You’re creeping me out Also why are you messaging me again what the hell

Jumin Han: You always reply to me.

ZEN: No I don’t, stupid jerk

Jumin Han: And yet you did it again.

ZEN: Argh! I can’t with you! Screw you!

~~~~

Zen is calling him a weirdo in the chat again. Jerk. Freak. The words have never mattered to him, but now Jumin wonders if it’s a smokescreen. He’s paid very close attention to all of the chatrooms with Zen in it, to the point it felt like stalking. It’s interesting how often Zen brings him up as a topic, even when it’s completely unnecessary.

He starts to understand why Luciel thinks Zen is obsessed with him. Perhaps because there is more than Zen shows.

But Zen denies everything he asks. He denies whatever screenshots Jumin sends him. He insults and denies and rants, and Jumin doesn't get any closer to the truth. At some point, Zen mentions that his behavior is akin to his older brother, but it comes over as an excuse to make Jumin shut up.

To the outside world, it seems that Zen truly despises him. Jumin is just not convinced.

There’s only a few things Jumin knows for sure. Zen was there when he crashed. And it had to be connected to the fact that Jumin came out of the crash completely unharmed. That’s it.

It drives him mad that he is denied more knowledge.

So he makes a decision. He tells assistant Kang to watch over Elizabeth. Heads down to the garage. Opens the car door. Takes a deep breath and wonders if he’s gone insane.

He gets behind the wheel again.

~~~~ Yoosung☆: Hi Zen!!

Jaehee Kang: Hello Zen, good to see you!

ZEN: Hey guys Where’s Jerkmin?

707: Lololol why do you ask~ Could it be.... You miss him??! (~˘▾˘)~

ZEN: What?! Of course not Why would you say that I’m glad he’s not around to spoil the mood! I just find it suspicious he’s not here

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han said he had something important to do Now I have c-fur on my suit again T_T

Yoosung☆: Poor Jaehee, hopefully you’ll be free soon - Zen has left the chatroom -

Yoosung☆: Ehhhh????

707: Zen suddenly leaving? Now that’s suspicious ರ_ರ

Jaehee Kang: I hope nothing happened to him. ~~~~

Jumin never crashes. The moment he turns on the engine, Zen is there, in front of the car lights, scaring the hell out of him. In a split second, the lamps in the garage flicker, and Jumin swears he sees a faint glowing outline of feathers behind Zen.

Zen is wearing his trademark turtleneck and holds a cigarette in his hand. He takes a drag and blows out the smoke, looking bored, as if he had been waiting.

“You're such a jerk, you know that?” Zen’s voice echoes in the large garage. They are alone. He hears nothing in the background, as if time stands still.

Jumin is too stunned to reply. Zen sighs, and walks to the side of the car, opens the door and takes his place in the passenger seat. He grabs the key from Jumin’s fingers and turns the engine off. The smell of tobacco and cologne fill Jumin’s nose, yet he doesn’t find the will to tell Zen not to smoke in his car.

“If me sitting here will stop you from killing yourself, then so be it,” Zen says, and takes another drag after closing the door.

Jumin realizes his hands still grip the wheel, and he slowly lowers them to his lap.

“What… what are you?” he asks.

“I can’t answer that. You already know way too much because I fucked up. Don't worry, nothing will happen to you,” Zen replies, and the smoke surrounding him makes him look more human.

“And to you?”

Zen looks out the open window instead. “It’s fine,” he finally replies.

That isn’t what he wants to hear. But if nothing would happen to him, then possibly Zen’s punishment wouldn’t be too severe.

Zen’s words do confirm other things - there is some higher power at work keeping Zen in check. And Zen did protect him, he’s sure of it now, from dying. So much so that Zen is in trouble for it.

“You protected me… too much. I should have had some damage,” Jumin says, inadvertently licking his lips. He’s nervous, because the bratty vain actor had been the one standing between life and death for him.

Zen runs a hand through his hair. Maybe Jumin is projecting, but he feels Zen is nervous too.

"I know that, trust fund. I just… couldn’t deal with… that." Zen waves his cigarette-free hand at the air in front of them, trying to stay as cryptic as possible.

He cares too much, Jumin instantly realizes. He watches Zen cross his legs - a defensive stance, Jumin notes - and wonders how much Zen has said in the chatroom is real.

“For someone like you, you aren’t exactly good at keeping it a secret.”

Zen chuckles. “You’d be surprised how much people accept. In fact, the stranger you seem, the less likely they suspect.”

Jumin hates to admit that it made sense. “Are you always fighting me because you have to distance yourself from me on purpose?”

“I can't answer that.”

Can't or shouldn't? Either way, Jumin is content with the answer. Yet, he can’t stop asking questions.

“Does everyone have… someone like you?”

“Not me specifically.”

Jumin makes a mental note to check all sun-loving albinos in the country. “Do you know who else is like you?”

Zen shook his head. “I know there are others. No idea who.”

“Sounds… lonely.”

“...It is.”

Jumin knows all about loneliness. He imagines Elizabeth on his lap, and sees the photo of V, Rika and him on his desk, and hears his father’s voicemail on his phone. So many days he’s convinced only Elizabeth would be there to catch him, when he comes home tired from work and falls down the abyss in his mind. Awful, lonely thoughts.

He wants to ask more. Menial questions like is Zen truly allergic, or deeper ones asking about the forces unknown. Jumin decides that he doesn’t want to push it.

“So… what now?”

“You,” Zen points at Jumin’s chest, “Will stop trying to drive, you menace. I actually like it here, so don’t make it worse.”

Jumin grins. “You like it here? Even with me?”

“Yeah, I know, must suck being guarded by someone you hate.” Zen rolls his eyes.

“I never hated you.”

Zen whips his head towards Jumin, eyes wide.

“Never. Not even when you tried your worst. And now, knowing it is you watching over me… It is a blessing. Thank you, Zen.”

He means it. There is a happy light feeling in his chest, knowing there’s a very logical reason for Zen to act so irrationally towards him. And he knows that he’ll have to act irrational back in order to keep up the facade, so Zen can stay.

He wants Zen to stay.

Zen blushes, and tries to hide it poorly by looking out of the window again. Jumin can’t help but find it endearing. “When you say things like that, people will think you’ve gone crazy.”

Jumin smirks. He doesn’t care what people think of him. Wasn’t there still that rumor of him floating around?

Zen flicks his cigarette stub away and sighs. “Well, I need to go. Take care.”

“Should I, when I have you?” Jumin sasses. It’s too close to flirting to be misconstrued otherwise.

“Wh- N- Whatever, just don’t drive!” he yells. His cheeks are redder, and Jumin notices before the car is filled with a bright light.

Once again, Zen is gone. A very typically Zen to do. Jumin smiles, and sits in the car for a while.

He still has no good excuse when Assistant Kang finally finds him there.

#juzen #juminzen #zumin #jumin x zen #mystic messenger #mysme #fanfiction #my fanfic #omg it's been too long since I wrote fanfic #pls forgive anything OOC #also I wanted this to be longer but no time T_T #why is real life so cruel #still it was v fun to write!#I love supernatural themes *_*#ty mani for ur talent and ideas <3

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