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writers-blogck · 4 years

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Ex's and Bo's ( Bokuto Koutarou x Reader )

Warning(s): Probably the most in-depth kiss scene I have ever written? Not really nsfw in any way, maybe a little making out????? Also, expect some spam in the coming days. I had been super busy and unable to actually post my haitober stuff so, here comes the flood! Title: Ex's and Bo's Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 2,506

Life sucked.

Even the weather outside was agreeing with you as rain poured down, soaking anything that dared to be out. You were laying on your bed with as many blankets wrapped around you as possible as if the soft fabric could absorb all of your bad feelings.

How long had you wasted when you were dating your ex-boyfriend? You knew he wasn't good for you, you knew that from the start. But, what were you supposed to do when he was the first person to really show you any attention? He liked you in a way that was more than friends. When you had gone so long, watching everyone else get together while you were stuck on the sidelines, you couldn't believe that someone liked you. It was easy to ignore the red flags when you were just so excited that someone liked you.

Even though you were the one that broke up with him, it still hurt. It hurt because you felt stupid for ever agreeing to be in a relationship with him. It hurt because even though he was never good for you, you still thought he cared about you in some way. Yet, he had decided to go behind your back and flirt with some other girls. He thought you wouldn't figure it out. He must have thought you were stupid and you were starting to wonder if he was right?

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop being sad because your best friends are here!" Bokuto yelled as he walked into your room, trailed behind by Akaashi. If this was the first time they came to visit, you would be worried that your parents would get annoyed by the yelling but they had come to accept it now. It was impossible to have Bokuto over and expect to keep a quiet house. "We are going to take that frown and turn it upside!"

You forgot that you had texted either one of them. It started with a simple text to Bokuto, a single meme picture that hinted at how you felt. After fifteen minutes, Bokuto had already pulled the entire truth from you and invited himself and Akaashi over to take care of you.

"Bokuto, calm down." Akaashi slapped his friend's shoulder to pull him down from his energetic state. He had been crazy when he picked Akaashi up, ranting about how he would totally beat your ex up and how they had to make you feel better. He didn't say anything along the lines of a plan for making you feel better but he was as confident as he was on the court. You had helped him through his emo times and so it was his job to do the same thing for you.

The loud third year flopped down on your bed, arms wrapping around your waist to playfully tickle your sides. He knew you were ticklish and he was using it against you! It was hard to keep a frown on your face as you struggled not to burst out laughing. With his own loud laughter, Bokuto rolled over to pull you ontop of him with your back pressing against his chest.

"Come on, give us a smile! I'm not gonna stop until you smile for me!" He shouted, keeping you trapped like a turtle on its back. Somehow you were able to squirm out of his hold and quickly hid behind Akaashi, using him as a human shield. His face was as stoic as ever, shaking his head slightly at his friend's antics.

"We meant to go to the store before coming here but Bokuto couldn't wait." Akaashi sighed, glancing over his shoulder to look at you, "I was planning on bringing him here so you can babysit him while I go back out and get some stuff for us to eat. Maybe watching a toddler will help you get your thoughts off of your ex."

"I am not a toddler!" Bokuto sat up, arms hanging loosely with his hands in his lap.

"Do you want snacks or not?"

"....Yes please."

It was funny watching the two best friends communicate with each other as you rubbed your tear stained cheeks. It was easy to forget what you were crying about when you had the two of them around. This wouldn't be the first time they got you through a hard time. When you had sprained your ankle during your own volleyball practice, Bokuto (and Akaashi, when were they ever really apart?) was there in no time with your favorite drink and gave you piggyback rides to and from school for a week.

Akaashi gave you a questioning look, waiting until you nodded to leave your room. Nobody knew how much Bokuto could be more than this setter. He wasn't going to leave you alone with him if it was going to be too much for you. They were here to make you feel better, he didn't want to stress you out or make things worse. His friend may not always think things through but he did.

Golden eyes followed your form as you sat down beside Bokuto, a small huff escaping your lips. Silence had fallen over the room once Akaashi shut the door and you were reminded of why they had come over. The chaos of their intial apperence was fading and the pleasant distraction from a few moments ago was gone. You sighed, staring at your own lap in thought. Bokuto looked like a lost puppy, unsure of what he should do. He didn't like this feeling, he never liked seeing you this way. He felt helpless.

You moved to lay on your back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Were you sad? It was hard to tell...Everything was going to be fine, this was just one small relationship but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"It sucks..." Your voice was soft, eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah, I know." You could feel the bed dip as Bokuto took the spot next to you, laying on his back and taking up the rest of the space on your small bed. You didn't mind the proximity, his warmth was nice. Even without saying anything, the simple touches that were being shared between the two of you was comforting. The brushing of arms, the hints of sides pressed against each other. You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that in silence but after what felt like an eternity, you heard the creeking of the bed and a presence hovering over you. Cue you opening your eyes and almost fall off your bed when you see Bokuto's signature grin.

While the lower half of his body was still on his side of the bed, he was now holding his upperhalf above you with those strong muscles of his. Wait...What? You would be lying if you said that you hadn't snuck peeks of the ace during his practices. To you, Bokuto was never an option because he was just so more. The two of you were so close that the idea of doing anything more than playful flirting was nonexistent. He was just...Bokuto.

As he looked down at you with such caring eyes, you thought that maybe you were wrong. It made your stomach flip from the proximity between the two of you. This had never happened before. The two of you had laid on each other in the past, whether it was you laying with your head on his chest or Bokuto flopped on his stomach, laying over your legs. You had done that without blinking an eye but here he was, not even touching you in any way but still making you feel this flustered.

"You know this has nothing to do with you, right? You didn't do anything wrong." Bokuto spoke in a level voice, sounding more serious that he ever had. It was rare you saw this side of him. It was rare for anyone to see this side of him.

"You are one of the best people I know. It isn't right that this happened to you and I swear, 'Kaashi and I will do whatever we need to until you are back to being the same amazing person we know."

"I just, I feel so stupid Bo. I don't want to be sad over this jerk but I can't help it. It hurts...This is shitty. It isn't fair that he decided to lead me on. When...When I was breaking up with him, he said that he never cared. He just thought I was pretty and wanted to fool around. Why do people have to lie? It isn't nice..." Tears were streaming down your face now, blurring your vision until all you could see were the splashes of color of Bokuto's eyes.

Bokuto moved all of his weight onto his one forearm so he could cup your face with his now free hand. His thumb brushed over a stray tear, frowning. He didn't know what to do, you were too good of a person to be hurt like this. You should be treasured like the precious person that you were. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say. He never was good with his words so he decided to act instead.

He kissed you.

It was a quick peck and nothing more. As you stared up at him, you were greeted with wide eyes mirroring your own confusion. You didn't know why he did it and he didn't know why either. Three seconds passed, three heartbeats passed, and then you pulled the boy back down to capture his lips once again. A spark shot through you, ignatiting a fire in your stomach that you didn't know you have.

Small gasps were exchanged in the quick moments the two of you pulled away. His hand ran down from your cheek to gently caress at your neck, causing a shiver to run through you. Bokuto was very outgoing with all of his actions but here he was, slowly dancing his lips along your own with gentle contemplation. The flush of your cheeks changed from being due to crying to something else, something that even your ex had never made you feel. Perhaps deep down you knew that you weren't meant to be with him.

As one of Bokuto's hands was placed right next to your head, his free hand slowly snuck under your loose shirt to ghost over your skin warm. His thumb traced over your top rib, just hinting where he could touch if he only moved a few inches higher. His rough and calloused palm from spiking ran over your smooth stomach, causing your breath to hitch and shivers to run up your spine. This was not how you thought today was going to go, but you weren't going to complain.

"Bo..." You whined, head tilting to the side as his lips attacked the soft skin of your neck. His teeth were nipping with just enough pressure for you to feel it, tongue soothing the area just as quickly. Bokuto was like a man dying of thirst and you were the oasis shimmering before him.

His kisses started at your jaw with nothing more than butterfly kisses but he slowly began to suck your delicate skin the further he went down. Simple kisses turned into ones with the intent on leaving purple marks that would remind you of that night. It wasn't until he reached just below your collarbone that his teeth nipped your skin enough for a small sting to be left but Bokuto didn't give you any time to focus on that feeling before he was kissing your skin again.

When had Bokuto learned how to do something like this? For all you knew, the boy hadn't dated anyone before. He never mentioned any late-night meetings with anyone. He had told you and Akaashi the first time he had kissed a girl (A girl had kissed him to convince some creep that they were dating. They were not). The owl was so excited, just going on and on how soft girls' lips were. He wasn't even talking about that girl specifically. He just went on a rant the next day at school about how amazing girls were. It was cute.

"I always thought that guy was terrible for you," He gasped out in between kisses, golden eyes staring up at you with such an intensity that only Bokuto could have, "Every time you complained about him, I always wanted to say how I would be so much better for you, but 'Kaashi always said that I was being overprotective."

A laugh escaped your swollen lips, the butterflies in your stomach being released. No longer were you feeling too shocked about what was going on. There was no way to keep yourself from getting flustered by the boy's actions but now you could enjoy it. You didn't have to feel guilty that you had just broken up with your boyfriend and that this would just mean you were sleazy. The nagging voice of your ex was slowly disappearing and Bokuto's voice was taking its place.

"But I was totally right, right?" His head pulled back, putting most of his weight onto his hand pushed against the bed so he was hovering over you once again. The gentle caresses evolved into Bokuto gripping your side as if afraid that if he let go, you would fade away like a ghost.

"Right." Your hands that had been gripping at the boy's shirt moved to wrap around his neck to pull him back down for a kiss. Your confidence was growing and that only egged Bokuto on to go further. Every action started with hesitation but as soon as you gave any sign of the go-ahead, the boy would go at it with everything he had. People couldn't say that Bokuto didn't try his best in everything that he cared about, that's for sure.

But all good things can't last forever and Akaashi could only take so long getting the snacks.

"I'm coming in so stop making out or whatever." Akaashi pounded on the door, causing Bokuto to jump like he was more of a cat than an owl. You shot up to fix your shirt as Bokuto pushed himself away. He may be an amazing volleyball player but he wasn't always the best at remembering his surroundings as a loud thump resounded in the room. Akaashi walked into the room to see you, still on your bed with red cheeks and heavy breaths, and Bokuto laying on his back on the ground, his foot being the only part still on the bed. Akaashi only sighed, walking in with the goodies he had gotten from the store.

You couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if the dark-haired boy hadn't interrupted. The thoughts of your ex were all but forgotten and replaced with the excitement of the future that awaited you with Bokuto.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haitober #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu! imagines #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #akaashi headcanons

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pinktechnician · 5 years

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Anonymous said: If you weren't so stupid, I could've loved you!

Ask Meme | Accepting | @ No One

SEND YOUR MUSE’S THOUGHTS ABOUT MINE ON ANON

“What the hell, what do you mean? Who is this?” He had a heavy frown on his face, someone at some point actually liked him? And it was basically his personality that drove them away?

#Anonymous #( 🔧 ) . ⇢ ASK ⇠ ❝ BETTER TO BE SLAPPED WITH THE TRUTH THAN KISSED WITH A LIE ❞#( 🔧 ) . ⇢ IC ⇠ ❝ YOUR HEART’S TOO BIG FOR YOUR BODY ❞#// i'm assuming this is for this meme #// also poor kaz he just wants to be loved

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 3 years

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I have now rewatched half of season 3 of Violetta and here is a summary of my thoughts:

I do find it interesting to see the parallell between how Priscila treats Ludmila and how she treats Violetta. When Priscila’s real self slips out around Violetta, she immediately tries to apologise. Violetta however, sees through this rather quickly. I find it interesting to see the difference between a child growing up with a loving parent and one with a manipulative one

Also, GERMÁN SEEING SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH LUDMILA 😭 AND CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HER 😭 IT’S SO SWEET SHE REALLY DESERVES A FATHER LIKE THAT

I know everyone says Diecesca is their otp couple or smth but ????? I’m sorry! Listen, they are a lovely couple! They are cute! But... I also feel like Diego put a lot of pressure on Fran

She was VERY clear she did not want to hide the relationship and he was like ”We have to hide it” and then suddenly says ”Ok we have to tell it’s not easy for me either” and then GOES BACK to telling her ”We can’t tell”.

He also told her multiple times they could just break up if she didn’t like lying?? Which is????? What

But Fran also did the same sometimes. It was like, when one of them didn’t want to lie the other one wanted it, and vice versa.

I have the same opinion on Roxy and Fausta as I did when I was a kid: I like the idea of them dressing up and acting crazy and I like the idea of them having secret identities. I do however, not like the spying on Leon plot. I’m sorry, but it’s kind of ooc for Violetta to do that. She has broken up with Leon before, dear god girl JUST GIVE HIM SOME SPACE AND I PROMISE YOU HE’S GONNA RETURN

BECAUSE OTHERWISE HE WILL BE SO CONFUSED HE WILL CHOOSE YOUR ALTER EGO OVER YOU

The Leonetta scenes in the wedding ep was cute

Priscila and Germán did not waste a single minute, they REALLY had a fastburn romance

This happens in every season but PEOPLE DO NOT KNOCK ON VILU’S BEDROOM DOOR, THEY JUST BURST IN?!

Same with lies. People really try to tell the truth but something ALWAYS happens

But unlike when Angie waited like 70 episodes to tell Vilu she was her aunt, I actually feel bad for Fran. Maybe because she, again, was very clear on not wanting to lie

I have concluded that Naty is, most definitely, in love with Ludmila. It has always been clear but this girl tried to kiss her

Also I kind of ship Cami and Naty now thanks why do I ship the crackships more than the canon ones

I find it hilarious that Leon compares Violetta and Roxy to how Vilu felt about him and Tomas. Because, actually, that’s kind of accurate?? (No hate on Tomletta shippers but when I rewatched season 1 I got the feeling that Vilu always picked Leon first and then when they were on bad terms she drifted towards Tomas. Much like how she drifted towards Diego in season 2)

Everyone has lost a braincell this season except Jade, who somehow has gained one

I was always confused if Federico still lived in their house this season or lived somewhere else, and I have realised he still lives with them, and it’s kind of awkward because HE NOW HAS TO SHARE A HOUSE WITH HIS ON AND OFF GIRLFRIEND

I also wondered the reason why the main students had another kind of scheduele, and then I got my answer very early on: They have another scheduele and is kind of the special class

Ok - Gery is NOT as annoying as I found her as a kid. She was just fine before she started hanging out in Leon’s garage

I do however love how Violetta and Leon friendzone Clement and Gery all the time

I actually think Gery and Clement take just the right amount of screentime. Unlike Jade and Matias, who I feel just take up time we can spend on others, Gery and Clement have, at least right now, just about the right amount of screentime.

THE SEASON 3 SONGS SLAPS. I KNEW THEY SLAPPED BUT THEY REALLY SLAP

The ”Violetta not seeing Francesca and Diego kiss in the background” is my new favorite meme, and it’s EVEN FUNNIER in motion

Look, I recorded it:

(Swedish dubbed)

I love Camila, knowing everyone’s secrets, having no secret herself, and just vibing with everything

Angie is BACK <3 AND I realise more and more how she should’ve ended up with Pablo. She literally admitted she came back from France just because Pablo was sad

The Alex plot is a bit weird. It’s Violetta in season 1 but taken to the next level. It’s just another uneccessary lie. He is still the exact same person even if he’s named Alex or Clement, so just be Clement and hide evidence from your dad’s stalker driver for godness sake.

Antonio 😭

I don’t care much about the Ramallo/Olga/Beto plot but they are cute

I also skip Jade’s scenes, I do not care. But I do like that she is getting better

DID FRAN EVER FIND THE DIARY VILU GAVE TO HER

Yeah and that’s all I got this far

#sara rewatches season 3 #violetta 3 #violetta

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officialleotolstoy · 3 years

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Oh Dolokhov/Hélène Brainrot We’re Really In It Now, aka Dolokhov/Hélène playlist annotations!

I stole several songs from a playlist my friends have and I’m not gonna put those on this list, I won’t pretend I came up with those

The ship playlists (since they aren’t for canon couples) are very much based on my headcanons. We don’t get to see them interact literally ever so I’ve just extrapolated what I can. Several of these songs are at least alluding to sex, I don’t really think they actually slept together for various reasons I can enumerate if someone asks, but it’s more about the vibes of the song.

Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco

It’s literally in the title. Bestie how much more explanation do you need? I don’t even like this song but it’s got the right energy

Those Nights - Bastille

“Aren’t we all just looking for a little bit of hope these days? Looking for somebody you can wake up with?”

Being drawn to each other because of mutual loneliness is a Thing in my interpretation of their relationship, and this hits the nail on the head.

But It’s Better If You Do - Panic! At The Disco

“Praying for love and paying in naïveté”

Again, mutual loneliness and desperation for anything resembling love. Also the “isn’t this exactly where you like me” bit fits because they won’t admit to liking each other outside of their weird intimate moments.

Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco

“Drop our anchors in a storm”

The circumstances of their lives arent super fun at the moment so they find refuge in each other but in a very weird kind of unhealthy way! “We are a hurricane” sort of alludes to knowing that you’re causing problems/your relationship isn’t great.

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

“I’m almost me again, she’s almost you”

It’s about not really being In Love but kind of convincing yourself you are because it makes you feel better in the circumstances. I don’t think either of them were fully into their relationship for various reasons. Not as in they didn’t want the other, more that they were both too aware it would never work for long.

Hall & Oates - Satchmode

“I want to be in love again, with you”

This one’s about wanting the idea of love and companionship more than you actually like the other person, which I feel like kind of fits. This song is framed as one person in love with the other and one hesitating, but i think this works for both of them to hesitate.

Feel Something - Jaymes Young

“Touch me, someone, I’m too young to feel so numb”

The I have tried like six times and I can’t word why I think this song works. I don’t even like it, I skip it every time, but I think it’s got something to do with loneliness and desperation for love driving them to look for it in places they wouldn’t normally? Who knows. Send me an ask if u do.

Another Place - Bastille

“Don’t make promises to me that you’re gonna break”

They could never actually be together for SO many reasons and I think they’re both pretty aware of that. They have no desire to pretend that their relationship is anything other than what it is (“we only ever wanted one thing from this”).

When You Were Young - The Killers

“You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you”

I do not think Hélène expected Dolokhkov to save her from anything except maybe monotony and loneliness, but this song slaps and if I can stretch the lyrics to work, I will

broken - lovelytheband

“I could be lonely with you”

Almost every song on here (including this one) is just. We’re messed up and I know we won’t really find love in each other but we might find solace for a while and be less lonely so uhhhhh wanna kiss me or what

Bleed Magic - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

“You stand up, stand up, before I drag you down”

They are NOT good for each other! Toxic relationships uwu

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

I believe in bi4bi Hélène/Dolokhov

Enemy Fire - Bea Miller

“Sweet words from a serpent’s tongue”

This song is kinda complicated and parts of it don’t fit but the energy of “everything sucks including you but at least we can hide from the suckiness together” is sorta there. Originally I just added it for the soldier vibes because I was testing out songs but I realized i can fit some of the lyrics so on the playlist it goes

Angel of the Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

“Her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean”

They are horrible and cold to each other as a love language. This song is essentially just “Wow my evil scary gf is so hot” and you’re right Fyodor. She is.

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

I won’t lie this one’s mostly a joke, I just think the vibes of telling someone to shut up as (maybe because) you’re falling in love with them is Dolokhov/Hélène energy. Ignore all the parts about wanting to be with her forever and her being his destiny that is not why I added it.

Lone Ranger - Rachel Platten

“I’m just gonna leave, ‘cause baby I’m a lone ranger”

I do not think Dolokhov was intending to stay with her forever at all. Very rude of him. However, she probably also knew it wouldn’t last forever, she’s not stupid.

House of Memories - Panic! At The Disco

“Promise me a place in your house of memories”

This is very much post-duel, their relationship has fizzled out but it was pretty important (do I mean emotionally or to the plot? I’ll never tell) and deserves to be remembered.

American Beauty/American Psycho - Fall Out Boy

“I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet”

SO MANY of these lyrics are so good for them like. Hélène’s beautiful Dolokhov’s a psycho... “you take the full truth and you pour some out” can you imagine them being open and honest with each other? Yeah, me neither. “We were pity sex” They were just sad and lonely! That was what allowed anything to happen at all in my head (not sex but bear with me it’s not my fault those are the lyrics). “All those dirty thoughts of me, they were never yours to keep” because Hélène is married to someone else, they really have no right to think of each other that way.

Sk8er Boi - Avril Lavigne

“He wasn’t good enough for her”

UNIRONICALLY THIS SONG. Hélène’s complaints about Dolokhov staying with them are just the quoted lyric. “They had a problem with his baggy clothes” yeah Dolokhov’s not as rich and bougie and the rest of them and he’s certainly rough around the edges. And then the skater boy ending with a successful music career vs Dolokhov ending with a successful military career and a great reputation and both the women in the songs having sad endings...I’m not wrong.

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy

“Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?”

The affair vibes. The AFFAIR VIBES. And the concept of “I will never end up like him [the husband]/ behind my back I already am” in reference to using Hélène and deciding he hates her right after deciding she’s hot...okay! I see you kinning Pierre, Dolokhov. You ARE being just like her husband :/

You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi

“Shot through the heart and you’re to blame”

This is just Dolokhov’s massive I Hate Women monologue condensed. Stop blaming beautiful women for YOUR attraction to them maybe 🔫

Death Valley - Fall Out Boy

“Don’t take love off the table yet”

This is not a table sex joke this is not a table sex joke this is not a table sex joke this is n-

I didnt add it for that reason it was about a vibe but then. I realized. Now the original reason doesn’t even matter.

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner - Fall Out Boy

“I’ll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake”

Tell me the quoted lyric does not SCREAM Hélène/Dolokhov. You can’t. Also “I’ll weigh you down I’ll watch you choke/You look so good in blue” really captures hatred as a love language.

This is Love - Air Traffic Controller

Ok I stole this from my friends’ playlist but I did want to explain it because it’s not JUST Dolokhov and Hélène in my mind. The whole jealous fool second verse gives me Pierre around the duel energy as well

Bad Boy - Cascada

“Be my weekend lover but don’t be my friend”

Bernie Sanders voice I am once again asking you to hear me out about the unironic meme songs on my War and Peace character playlists. It’s got the refusal to admit that she actually likes hanging out with him down. The line “after some time you just pushed me aside” referring to Dolokhov teasing Pierre about their affair because he got bored. “I dont need you in my life again”...YEAH I’m fairly sure they dont interact in canon again after that.

Hayloft - Mother Mother

“My daddy’s got a gun”

This song started playing on accident once when I was listening to this playlist and I was like huh. It fits though. The gun thing is twofold: 1) Though he is not her father, Pierre does have a gun in the duel and 2) I think Vassily would happily shoot Dolokhov for his relationships with Vassily’s kids. It’s also just the general forbidden love vibes mixed with the violence vibes.

affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS

“I’m looking for affection in all the wrong places and we’ll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces”

Have I been clear enough about my thesis that their relationship is based in mutual loneliness? Also, I like the acknowledgment that this is in fact the wrong place. I think they’re both very aware of that.

Walk Away - Franz Ferdinand

“Yes I’m cold but not as cold as you are”

This song is for them post-duel. Especially the “I cannot stand to see those eyes as apologies may rise/I must be strong, stay an unbeliever” because 1) I hear the word eyes, I think of Dolokhov and 2) I think she’s too smart to believe any apology he would give her, she knows he doesn’t really mean it. The song kinda reads as someone trying to convince themselves they’re happy that the relationship is over, which I think is definitely what happens for both of them.

Van Horn - Saint Motel

“Tell me do you hate me? Or do you wanna date me?”

Obsessed with the dynamic of “I like you but that’s embarrassing for both of us I’m gonna act like I hate you instead”

#war and peace #helene kuragina #fedya dolokhov #my post #w&p playlists #helenkhov #is that their ship name??? idk #someone tell me what it is ill owe u my life

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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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Finn Fluff Meme (I, K, V, & Y)

Because fucka this, it’s my blog and we need more Finn love dammit!

I = Impression (What was their first impression?):

Sweaty. You thought he was incredibly sweaty. And not in the sexy kind of way, but in the “somebody just got caught doing something they probably shouldn’t be doing” kind of way. And given that he appeared to be sneaking around the escape pods, you had every reason to determine that that was exactly the case.

It only got worse when you learned that this sweaty, stuttering mess was actually the same man whose name was traveling fast among the remaining Resistance members. Suffice to say, you had a completely different image built up in your head when you’d first heard about Finn: Strong, courageous, confident, cool . . . You might’ve been setting yourself up for disappointment when you had learned that, well, he was such some kid no older than yourself, just as frazzled as you were about your current circumstances but more willing to show it. Truth be told, you couldn’t exactly blame him, but you also couldn’t let him know that.

Admittedly, Finn didn’t exactly think much of you -- which wasn’t to say he thought lesser of you or that you had no redeeming qualities about you, he just wasn’t in a mindset to think much of you beyond “shorter than him”, “not Rey/unrecognizable”, and so on. To be fair, nearly everyone else he sprinted by had gotten just about the same assessment from him: He was more so focused on what happened, what was happening, where he even was, and where Rey was. Not the most pleasant first impression, where the person who would become your significant other is too busy focusing on another woman.

Thankfully, he got a second chance.

As it turned out, you were correct in your initial expectations of Finn -- to a degree. He was certainly brave, if foolhardy at times; his strength lay in his resilience and loyalty and willingness to help out in the end, even in the face of his own worries and wants; in addition, while there were very few especially unsavory characters you’d come across in the Resistance, Finn was, by far, one of the sweetest. You took back all your previous concerns: Finn was, without a doubt, the hero you’d imagined him to be -- only better.

And yet, the entire while, Finn didn’t see those traits about him. In fact, while you were convinced he was a hero, he was convinced more and more every day that you fit the hero title better. After all, you were competent even at the first sign of danger; you were able to actually compartmentalize and know when to be intense and when to allow your natural sensitivities show. When the two of you talked more, you weren’t too afraid to admit to him that you were actually constantly worried and sometimes even found yourself questioning the sense of it all, if the future held any promise worth fighting for. Yet here you were, a pilot still willing to fly out upon the first command. Not out of blind obedience, thankfully, but to you, it simply made sense: You didn’t know for sure if the Resistance would be victorious in the end, but you had to fight because at least there was a chance; by not fighting, then you already knew what the answer was.

It did well to remind Finn of this from time to time until, eventually, the roles were switched: In the beginning, you thought Finn would be your hero. He still was, though in a much more familial sense. Meanwhile, you had become Finn’s own hero.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?):

First kiss was sudden, excited, and very awkward; almost like a schoolboy’s. But it could be forgiven for two reasons:

For one, it’s not as though Finn had been in the right environment to learn how to properly kiss up until relatively recently. And for two, you were pretty sure he was riding on a high of excitement: A transmission had come in from one of the squadrons that the mission, initially deemed bleak, had turned for the better. Much better, in fact! Clearly, Finn had to ride this as far as he could -- including, apparently, down a path where he asked to take you on a date.

“Or, you know, well,” he stammered, face burning with blush. “As date-like as we can get in a more or less run-down base? Er, that didn’t sound promising . . . But I can promise you, I’ll make it work -- ”

You would’ve been a complete nerf-herder to say no to the Resistance’s “Big Deal”!

In hindsight, he should’ve known better than to be that excited. You hadn’t exactly been secretive about how fond you were of Finn: The two of you had grown rather close in spite of the less-than-promising first impressions. Any spare time he had that wasn’t spent resting or training was spent with you, talking or trying his best to stay awake just to he could enjoy every moment he could with you. And any free time you had, you were more than happy to spend watching him work or train or sharing stories of your life before joining the Resistance.

But then again, just because it wasn’t exactly a secret didn’t mean that neither of you requested a certain decorum about it: You had made many a threat to General Dameron that if he kept referencing your obviously budding feelings, you would “push him down a slope and make it look like an accident.” And while Finn’s attempts at shushing his friend weren’t as violent, he had no qualms attempting to manually shut his mouth. Thankfully, though, Poe wasn’t there to smirk proudly at the sight. And to directly witness what happened next.

In hindsight, Finn wasn’t even sure what possessed him to do it -- maybe he subconsciously saw other partners in the Resistance do it when they reunited or something? Maybe he thought it was just something you were meant to do? Maybe he was just way too high on the excitement of the moment? Well, whatever the hell it was, he sure did go for it: He grabbed you by the waist, picked you up, and went in for the kiss he’d been dreaming about for so long.

In hindsight, he should’ve probably taken it slow. Maybe keep his eyes open for a bit. Long enough to make sure your lips were actually going to connect, maybe. At least he had the decency to place you down gently, despite the sudden pain caused by your heads colliding and teeth bonking against one another.

As he sheepishly ushered you out of mission control and towards the infirmary to treat your now bleeding nose, that was of course when Poe decided to show up.

“The Hell did you do to her, did you headbutt her out of happiness?!” he quipped as he watched his hugely embarrassed companion skitter down the corridor with his new datemate, of whom was currently occupied with looking upwards while pinching their nose.

(After Poe got the story, he had to excuse himself from the room and wheeze himself into an infirmary visit.)

Thankfully, Finn hadn’t broken your nose, and thankfully you were a pretty good sport about it.

“You were just caught up in the excitement, that’s all. It was cute, if a bit painful,” you smiled weakly. But you had meant it: As bonked up as the attempt had been, the one thing you couldn’t say was that it was forgettable. Though, from then on, you wanted to keep “kisses” like that strictly to that one memory: Any kisses from now on needed to be authorized so that surprises like that wouldn’t wind up with visits to the medical wing like this.

Though, you were more than happy to help him practice that.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?):

His accomplishments. To say that Finn ever saw his life turning out this way would be to tell an outright lie: The only expectations Stormtroopers are allowed to have is to remain loyal, to fire when told, and to be ready to lay down their lives for the First Order. The only hope or dream one could personally have is to live to fight destroy another day. But escape did happen in spite of the odds.

And even in the present, Finn has difficulty entirely believing that it had happened at all: He has a better understanding of the world around him; he has loved ones; he has a purpose where he, as an individual, is valued; he has a life! Ever since he could remember, he’d been taught to be melded with everyone else and to not stand out. So, as one could imagine, the rise from faceless Stormtrooper in sanitation to the general in a resistance organization would be nothing to sniff at or gloss over. And, truth be told, he can’t help but be prideful about it. Not arrogantly so, but enough to joke about it to you.

“Is that any way to speak to a general?” he jokes whenever you call him a goof.

“Come back safe. That’s an order from your superior,” he’ll tell you before you fly off for recon, adding in a clumsy wink.

(Additionally, Finn is actually proud of the fact that he’s Force-sensitive. Not loudly so, mind you, but in a quiet way. He’s not especially prone to showing it off due to his lack of experience with it, but that’s not going to stop this mad lad from trying to use it to pour you a cup of water, or bring him his jacket even though you’re right there. Heck, he’d going to try to use it to bring the jacket because you’re right there. The only problem is that when he does this, there’s a 50-50 chance that the water jog will go careening into a wall or be defenestrated, or that his jacket will collide so hard into his face that it’s accompanied by a slapping sound.)

(If there’s one thing Finn may not be proud of, it may be asking Rey to help him train after one too many Force Incidents.)

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?):

Yes. Eventually. Maybe. Just not now.

Let it be reminded, once more, that Finn’s entire life has been a cluster: He went from serving the First Order to going on the run to winding up with the Resistance and participating on the other side of a war he never wanted anything to do with in the first place. Don’t get the wrong idea, Finn doesn’t regret a bit of it. After all, so many great and amazing things came from this: He got out of a bad environment; he made lifelong friends; he discovered his Force sensitivity; he helped win on the right side of history; and he met you!

But all these happened sort of at once, all things considered. He needs a bit of breathing room. And now, with the war beginning to wind down, it seems he’ll have more opportunities to embrace exactly that.

Not having to stick around to be a general for a resistance group means he can explore his freedoms as never before. It means traversing the galaxy without needing any real reason to besides for enjoyment. The thought is actually almost overwhelming for Finn: There aren’t really any orders left to follow as the dust settles. The temptation to go buck wild is strong, but he does fight it off because alongside that, there’s also the excitement of knowing that he can now focus his time on himself. That is, exploring himself as he explores the galaxy -- with you.

He wants you to be there with him as he learns for the first time in his life what a freer world feels like. He wants to be there with you as you get to experience planets without being covert or on a mission. You both just want to be with each other without any expectations besides where you plan on going.

It is said that love in a time of war can bloom much like a flower in stone slab, and you both would dare to agree that you’re living proof of that. That being said, marriage can wait: For now, you’re both plenty fine with just being yourselves in a new era -- whatever that may mean for the both of you respectively.

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Strawberry Kisses: The Night Before

Marcy’s roommate, who is dating Sungjin, takes her to a get together with Day6. There, she’s informed that someone in the group likes her, but she couldn’t depict who.

A/N: I could write this forever, I love Marcy and the boys. I’m in the process of making Part 3 (currently unnamed), but will not be posted as quickly as Part 1 and 2 (but it’s my goal). Also, low-key had my own housemate be the inspiration for Marcy’s roommate (because she’s a trip and I adore her).

Warnings/Themes: This is more plot and fluff than smut, but does have some spice. Heavy petting, dry humping, some dirty talk, praise, marking (overall pretty light compared to the last chapter)

Word Count: 5.1k

I have nothing to be worried about. My best friend, Seo Yeon, or So-Yo, is taking me to a party at her boy-toy’s place. She’s been seeing this guy who’s a leader of a Korean rock band that is currently stationed in the states, don’t ask me how, she can’t even explain. I met this guy a couple times, as well as his bandmates and they’re pretty great. Their music is phenomenal and their personalities are outrageously fun. Her boyfriend, Sungjin, may be goofy, but he has a good head on his shoulders and is gradually making So-Yo a better person. Not saying she was a bad person, but she’s becoming a happier and healthier version of herself. Overall, he’s someone she needed and I cannot be more grateful for her relationship with him.

The others, on the other hand are all eligible bachelors and So-Yo wants to set me up with one of them so bad. Sungjin wants to stay out of it, but that’s because he knows something, but won’t tell me what it is. So-Yo thinks it’s because some of the members might like me more than they lead on.

Like I said, I only met the whole group a couple of times and I treasure every single one, so if the choice was mine, I don’t know who I would pick. They all gave me their numbers, but the other guitarist, Jae, texts me the most, but it’s mostly exchanging memes. The bassist, Brian or Younghyun, who has the stage name Young K, but no one calls him that, is by far the prettiest boy, and he is quite the gentleman to me, but he’s still kind of shy. The keyboardist, Wonpil, is an absolute sweetheart and always finds a way to make me smile, but at first, he was too timid to even look at me without blushing. Lastly, the drummer, Dowoon, still struggles with his English, but the last time I saw him, I helped him out a bit and he’s such a goof ball it was hard to concentrate.

Tonight, could make things different. So-Yo encouraged me to bring my swimsuit, in case we want to take a dip in the pool at their place. I chose to wear something slightly out of my comfort zone: a black lacey romper that could easily pass as lingerie. Instead of my usual jeans and a t-shirt. I didn’t intend on wearing something different, but So-Yo encouraged me to show some of my wild side that we missed so much.

I keep bugging So-Yo to tell me who likes me, the curiosity is giving me nostalgia to high school. She won’t tell me, because she doesn’t know for sure, but she knows Sungjin does. I ask her to butter him up so he could tell her, but sadly he’s not that dumb to fall for that.

We head over to their place. I’m extra nervous to go, not only because I’m wearing something different, but one or more of the four bandmates likes me. Holy shit, what if all of them like me? I’d like to think I’m a delight, but it would make sense on some of them. Wonpil is a blushing/smiling buffoon, Dowoon is super silly shy boy, Brian is a suave mysterious man and Jae is a humorous dork. I pull out my compact mirror to check out my makeup. I went with a nearly bare face, due to us probably going swimming. Of course, I put on waterproof mascara, but I still wanted to look a bit “natural”.

“You look fine”, So-Yo compliments me as we walk down the hallway to their front door.

“Fine might not do it. I’m solving the mystery on who likes me, if any, till it kills me”, I groan. I stuff my compact in my little backpack, between my extra pair of panties and my swimsuit.

“I mean, they all like you, Marcy, but if any of them like you? I already told you, I don’t know, but I have a strong guess who does”, she shrugs.

“Who?”, I whisper.

“I can’t confirm anything, it won’t be fair to the guy. I could be wrong”, she slaps my arm.

“But tell me who you think?”, I beg. So-Yo knocks on the door.

“I’m not telling you shit, because I love you and I love these boys. Would I love for you and one of my boys to be together? Hell yes, but I can’t tell you who to choose”, she whispers. Tell me who to choose? So, does everyone like me then? Sungjin answers the door and welcomes us with big warm hugs. He’s definitely a teddy bear. I hear Jae in the kitchen shout for us. We all head to the kitchen, where we’re summoned, and see all of the guys leaning against the counters/appliances. They obviously had some drinks before we got there.

“We’re starting with some shots. We all need some time to chillax”, Jae welcomes us with some shots of clear liquid, probably vodka.

“Shots? Oh shit, you guys haven’t seen Wild CC yet”, So-Yo laughs before accepting the shot. The boys are intrigued.

“There’s a Wild CC?”, Brian chuckles before sipping out of his red solo cup. So-Yo nudges my arm.

“It’s been a long time since she’s seen Wild CC, but I still got it in me”, I bashfully accept the shot glass.

“Do you?”, she squints her eyes at me. Jae gasps. I scrunch my nose, pouting and take the shot like a champ. The shot was definitely not vodka. If there is one thing So-Yo and I bond over, it’s bets. The boys cheer for me as Jae pours me another one.

“Get it, C!”, Dowoon cheers. He calls me C, because it was difficult for him to say my name, so he gave me the nickname “C”. Jae tends to call me Mars, Brian calls me Marcy or my full name, Marcella, while Wonpil and Sungjin also call me Marcy.

“Did you eat before coming?”, Sungjin asks, being the dad of the group. So-Yo whispers to him. He exits the room, slightly worried.

“He’s going to order some food. Go meet your bachelors”, she whispers to me before taking her shot and following Sungjin, taking our bags with her. Now, I’m left alone with four beautiful Korean men.

“Am I going to take shots alone?”, I incite a group shot. The boys lift up their shots.

“May friendships never die, work hard play hard, hugs not drugs”, I toast before tapping my shot to the counter and shooting it back. They all laugh from my toast. At least I get them to laugh. The shots are getting tougher to take, but dammit, this is helping my nerves.

“Another”, I tap my glass to the counter, asking for a refill.

“One more, then you’re taking a break”, Brian puts his hand on my back, concern in his voice. I inhale sharply. He’s hugged me before, but his hand is touching my exposed back, his fingertips burning against my skin.

“Of course”, I smile at him. We all prep for another shot.

“May the memes be dank, music be fresh, and sex be mind blowing”, I pull straight out of my ass, avoiding eye contact with all of the boys. They are taken by surprise over the sex portion of my toast. I take my shot and look at them. I shrug my shoulders and they take their shots. So-Yo comes back to the kitchen.

“Holy shit, how many did you guys take?”, she questions.

“I’m on my third”, I give her the sign for three, so far not feeling any effect.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, but let’s sit down before it hits you all at once”, she gestures for me to exit the kitchen. I follow her out of the kitchen and straight to the living room.

“So, I got some tea from Sungjin”, she whispers. Shit, so that’s why she pulled me out of the kitchen!

“Like what?”, I silently squeal.

“So, they all really dig you, don’t worry about that, but he definitely knows of two of them who were bickering earlier about which one you like more”, she confesses.

“Which one I like more?”, I point to myself. She nods and sits me down on the couch.

“I don’t even know which one I like more”, I mumble to myself.

“Come on, there has to be one of them you like more”, she scoffs at me.

“Sort out the pros and cons and I’ll go grab us some snacks”, she blows me a kiss before heading back to the kitchen. I hear her chat with the boys in Korean. That sneaky bitch, I love her. Pros and cons for the boys? Well Younghyun/Brian is stunning, always finds the right things to say, and looks out for me, just like a minute ago. Cons? He can be pretty uptight, can’t read his face, and is almost too pretty to be single, if that is a con. Jae is funny, extra, adorable, and is always down for something stupid. Cons, he might be a little too extra, a little too loud, and I have yet to see his serious side more than once. Wonpil is a sweetheart, looks good in any outfit, and is lowkey teaching me piano. Cons, he is still too shy around me. Dowoon is goofy, has the best facial expressions, always finds a way to make me smile. Cons, is still too shy around me, similar to Wonpil, and his English is very beginner so it would be difficult to communicate with him at first.

I hear my name within their conversation in the kitchen. I peak my head in.

“Talking shit?”, I spook So-Yo.

“No, I was just telling them about your progress in grad school”, she pulls out of her ass. They all give me a round of applause. I squint my eyes at her. She gives me a little wink.

“Bullshit she told you, but thank you guys”, I thank them while I do a botched curtsy.

“To break the ice and to get to know each other. Let’s play a game of truth or lie”, So-Yo changes directions, showing her inner camp counselor.

“It’s where someone in the room says something about themselves or something that has happened, could be true or made up, hence the name. The rest of the group has to guess if it’s true or a lie. If everyone gets the answer right, the person telling the truth or lie has to drink. If the group splits answers, whoever is wrong drinks. It’s simple”, So-Yo explains the game then translates in Korean. They all seem pretty excited to play. We all crowd the counter to make ourselves some mixed drinks to use for the game. We all stand in a circle in the kitchen with our drinks. I wanted to stand next to So-Yo and Sungjin, but she low-key puts me in between Jae and Brian while she stands on the other side of the circle. They are both so fucking tall compared to me, I’m feeling intimidated.

“Since I suggested the game, I’ll go first. Marcy is the first friend I made in the US. Truth or lie”, So-Yo starts off the game. Nearly everyone says truth, except for me and Jae. It was a lie, I was the second friend she made in the US, but our friendship is the longest. The losers take a swig of their drinks. We go along a circle for more truth or lie.

“The longest sleep I ever had was fifteen hours. Truth or lie”, Sungjin contemplates. We all say lie, which was correct. He laughs and says he never counted the longest sleep he ever had and takes a big gulp of his drink.

I keep my eyes on So-Yo to avoid looking at the boys. Brian nudges my arm.

“Are you ok?”, he worries. My grip on the cup tightens. I nod. He puts his hand on my back again, this time his fingertips feel like ice against skin.

“Don’t tense up, we’re all friends here”, he mouths. I hold the cup up to my face to hide my blushing cheeks. He flashes a smile at me.

“You’re cute when you’re shy”, he whispers before putting his hand in his pocket. Say what? Did I hear him correctly! It gets to my turn and so far I learned that Wonpil can’t lie to save his life, reminds me of myself, while Brian can lie through his teeth, proving my theory of him being mysterious.

“Marcy, truth or lie”, So-Yo purses her lips. All eyes are on me.

“What could I say?”, I try to gain inspiration.

“Be bold! Bet you won’t say something crazy”, So-Yo raises an eyebrow. Bitch knows how to get me. Everyone ooo’s at me, acknowledging the challenge.

“Fine, I’ll go bold”, I mumble.

“I play your songs as background noise while I masturbate. Truth or lie”, I shrug. So-Yo falls to her knees laughing. That bitch knows it’s true. There are mixed reactions around the room. Wonpil is blushing more than me, nearly turning as red as our cups. Dowoon didn’t understand the question so Jae explained it to him in Korean, resulting in him taking a huge gulp of his drink. Brian taps his leg nervously. Jae squints at me, trying to see through my poker face. Jokes on him, I can’t lie to save my life and today they’re going to learn that. Sungjin just does his iconic “what the fuck did I just hear” look at So-Yo, who is still on the floor laughing, this time nearly crying.

“Is it the truth or is it a lie?”, I ask the room.

“Which songs?”, Jae incites more information.

“Which songs I play? Well, Shoot Me, Time of Our Life, Dance Dance, I Wait, How Can I Say, Chocolate, I can say more if you want”, I list.

“Oh, it’s definitely a lie, you can’t masturbate to those songs”, Jae shakes his head.

“I didn’t say I masturbate to those songs, I play those songs in the background”, I explain.

“Dowoon?”, I ask for his answer.

“Truth”, he hesitates.

“I’m saving you for last, everyone is just going to copy you”, I point to So-Yo.

“Sungjin?”, I gesture to the sweet teddy bear who desperately wants to give me the disappointed dad face.

“Lie”, he shakes his head, sipping his drink.

“Lie”, Wonpil avoids eye contact with me. That poor boy must be dying of embarrassment. I guess he doesn’t want to accept that I listen to his singing while I pleasure myself. Oh well.

“Brian?”, I twiddle my thumbs.

“Lie”, he smirks at me. Sucker.

“So-Yo, what is it, truth or lie?”, I point to my best girl.

“It’s the fucking truth! Drink up!”, So-Yo cheers. Everyone exclaims their non-belief.

“She’s my roommate, you don’t think I won’t notice that shit? Let’s just say, she’s not quiet”, she teases before sipping her drink. I gasp. Jae and Brian look at me, wondering what I’m going to say next.

Realizing I completely embarrassed myself, I scurry out of the room. I should just go. I lost my chance, I should’ve just stayed home. I fight the urge to cry as I run to the bathroom. My hands grip onto the sink, having water run to fade out the noises of me almost crying. The more I think about it, the worse it gets. I didn’t realize how tipsy I am till I look at my hands and notice how much I’m swaying. I should just go home and sleep, forget this night happened.

I hear a knock on the door. I fan myself to dry any tears.

“Yes?”, I ask, hoping my voice didn’t crack. The door creaks open.

“Marcy. It’s just me”, Brian whispers. I turn my back to him.

“I could be peeing, what the fuck”, I laugh, wiping tears off my cheek. Brian closes the door behind him.

“I learned that you can’t lie. Also, you would’ve actually yelled at me if you were”, he laughs before hugging me from behind. His arms wrapped around me makes me feel so secure and safe.

“Talk to me”, Brian whispers, putting his head on my shoulder.

“Did I fuck myself up by telling you guys about the thing?”, I hesitate.

“Don’t overthink it. It’s flattering, actually”, he chuckles. Thinking of him taking this as a compliment makes me giggle. Of course, out of all people, confident Brian would take this differently. Or he’s just saying this to make me smile.

“Let’s go swimming. We all need to cool off”, he squeezes me tighter. I grab his forearm and rub my thumb against his skin.

“Thank you”, I whisper. His heartbeat pounds against my back.

“We’re all friends here”, he mumbles. He kisses my head and storms out of the bathroom. First, he puts his hand on my back, calls me cute, comforts me in the bathroom, and now he kisses my head! I may be a dumb bitch, but I’m not that dumb.

Where did So-Yo put my bag? I peak my head out of the door, hoping to see it close by. I notice Sungjin and So-Yo sitting in the couch, giving each other googly eyes, already dressed in their swimsuits. Gross, but I love them so much. I find my bag by the corner of the hallway where the bathroom is. I manage to snag it without being noticed.

I change into my swimsuit, feeling more vulnerable. Stepping out of the bathroom, I’m welcomed by So-Yo.

“I got more tea”, she whispers. I’m all here for the tea!

“I know the two who were bickering”, she recalls the conversation from earlier.

“One of them has to be Brian, we just had a moment in the bathroom”, I gesture a hug.

“Oh”, So-Yo eyes widen. Oh?! Is one of them not Brian?!

“Do you like Brian?”, she mouths. I blush.

“Maybe I do?”, I shrug.

“That’s a yes”, she smiles at me.

“Why, who’s the other person?”, I slightly panic.

“You really haven’t noticed the way Jae looks at you?”, she expresses her shook face. I grab the door frame beside me.

“What?!”, I exclaim.

Sungjin walks in and gathers us to join the rest of the group at the front door. Brian raises his eyebrows, seeing me in my bikini for the first time. Wonpil’s eyes widen. Jae does a little shuffle in place, trying not to look at me. Looking at these boys in their swim shorts makes me want to audibly whine “why the fuck are you all so pretty?!”. Why the fuck do they all look so good? To stop myself from staring, I keep my eyes on So-Yo. Sungjin hands So-Yo and I some towels and leads all of us to the pool on the roof. I leave my phone to charge, also to not get it wet.

It’s Jae and Brian that like me? No fucking way. Brian is at least flirty, Jae hasn’t shown any sign of him liking me. Oh shit. I forgot about the late night texting of random shit, shower thoughts type of dumb topics. I am truly a dumb bitch.

We get to the pool and it’s deserted. Jae swoops me in his arms and carries me to the edge of the pool.

“Jae!”, I squeal, terrified of him dropping me.

“I’m not going to drop you”, he cackles.

“Good”, I huff.

“I’m taking both of us in”, he shouts before jumping into the pool. I splash at him when we get to the surface. Everyone joins in on their own. Brian giving an expressionless face. Oh no, does he think I like Jae? Wait, do I like Jae? I swim to So-Yo. I try to be quiet enough for Sungjin to not notice.

“What do you mean by the way he looks at me?”, I whisper.

“He looks at you like you two are in a fucking Disney film”, she scoffs.

“Do you like him?”, she continues.

“I don’t know” I mumble.

“You’re still wondering who likes you?”, Sungjin chuckles. I shush him, trying to not catch the others attention.

“She knows it’s Brian and Jae. She can’t pick which one she likes”, So-Yo informs him. He gives me his “I really want to give you advice” look.

“It’s ok if you don’t know right away. When you know, you just have to talk to them”, he shrugs. I groan.

“That’s the hard part”, I mouth.

“Take each of them out on a date. See who you like more”, she suggests. This is getting overwhelming.

“A date?”, I exhale. I hear Brian call for me from a distance. So-Yo nods at me while I swim to the direction of his voice. Brian is sitting at the shallow end with the rest of the guys.

“We want to get to know you some more”, Jae grins at me. Oh Lord, they know I masturbate with their songs playing in the background and they still want to know me? Fuck. Maybe I am a delight.

“What do you want to know?”, I nervously rub my hands together.

“What was the weirdest nickname you ever had?”, Jae takes over with the questions.

“Weirdest nickname. I don’t know what would be considered weird”, I wonder.

“Tell them about Strawberry!”, So-Yo shouts, slowly swimming her way to us.

“Strawberry?”, Wonpil asks.

“Oh, goodness”, I laugh, hiding my face.

“Tell us about Strawberry”, Brian looks at me, eager to know.

“So, when I was really little, I really liked this boy. Probably my first crush. One day, he confronted me about my crush because his friends were teasing him about it. I was blushing so hard that my face was all pink, and back then, my freckles were more noticeable, so the boy told me I looked like a strawberry. Some kids overheard and proceeded to call me Strawberry. The name stuck all throughout my school years, it fucking sucked but looking back at it now, it’s cute. I don’t mind it anymore”, I share. Everyone was all awing my story.

Sungjin runs out of the pool and rushes downstairs. So-Yo reminded him about our food, that’s why. He gets back to the roof and tells us food is ready. We all groan about leaving the pool so early, but there’s food, we can’t complain too much.

We go back to the apartment and stuff our faces with food, sobering up pretty quickly. We exchange some stories, some laughs. So-Yo turns on a movie to keep us occupied till we get tired.

Sungjin was nice enough to tell us we’re staying the night, there was no way we were going to go back home in our condition. Brian offers his bed for me, saying he’ll take the couch. What a gentleman.

After the movie, it’s time for all of us to go get some sleep. Dowoon stays up to play some video games. Wonpil gives me a hug goodnight, which is shocking, and heads to his room. Sungjin and So-Yo head to his room, waving good-bye, while So-Yo gives me a wink. Jae hands me my phone that I nearly forgot about, for once.

“Night, Strawberry”, he sticks out his tongue. I pretend to hit him with my phone. He dramatically flails in pain as he goes to his room. Then there’s just Brian and I. He escorts me to his room. He digs around his closet and tosses me a t-shirt.

“It’s good to sleep comfortably”, he smiles. I look at the shirt, loving the material. It’s a simple white tee but the material is soft and smells beautiful. I grab my bag and pull out my extra panties so I won’t have to wear dirty underwear to bed. Brian notices the panties and blushes. I don’t recall him ever being flustered.

“Thank you so much for tonight. We should do this more often”, I sigh.

“We should. Sweet dreams, Marcy”, he bows his head and leaves his room, giving me privacy to change. I strip out of my swimsuit and into this heavenly shirt and clean panties. Fuck, I love this shirt. I take a whiff of the scent and holy shit I’m swooning. It smells like his cologne, but also smells clean, basically smells like boy.

I crawl into bed, absorbing myself in his soft sheets. I imagine him sleeping in this bed and it brings butterflies to my stomach. I hear a knock on the door.

“It’s your girl”, So-Yo whispers before opening the door. I wrap myself like a burrito.

“You’re loving his bed without him in it? That’s sad”, she cackles. I shush her to keep quiet.

“I can call him in, he’ll be happy to be here seeing you be a caterpillar”, she giggles.

“Do it, you won’t”, I groan at her before I spread out the blanket. I turn off the light so I can actually sleep. So-Yo didn’t close the door, that monster. Whatever, I’ll sleep through it. I roll around to find the best position to sleep.

There’s another knock on my door. I grunt to show a lack of interest in talking. I didn’t hear anything afterwards, it must’ve been my imagination. I feel a dip in the mattress.

“It’s just me”, Brian whispers, scaring the shit out of me. I flip over and see him perfectly from the moonlight glistening him.

“Holy shit, she did call you in”, I mumble. He chuckles under his breath.

“May I?”, he lightly tugs on the blanket. Don’t have to ask me twice! I flip open the blanket for him to crawl inside.

“Can we snuggle? You can say no”, I test the waters.

“You don’t have to ask”, he cackles before taking me in his arms. Fuck, I really needed this. In this snuggle party: I’m on my side, facing him, while he lays on his back, one arm supporting my head and the other is wrapped around my waist. Out of impulse, I put my leg against his, almost putting it between them. My silky smooth leg low-key rubs against his leg hair. Wait, is he wearing just his underwear? Dare I check?

“Are you just wearing your underwear?”, I mumble.

“Shorts”, he whispers.

“Are you wearing just your underwear?”, he turns the direction to me. His heart is nearly pounding out of his chest. It’s interesting that he gives off his confident exterior, but his heartbeat says otherwise.

“We’re not talking about me here”, I tease. He combs his fingers through my hair.

“Thank you for being comfortable with me”, he whispers. His voice is different. Not the cute, handsome voice that I’m used to. This voice is deeper, solem almost. My hands were wrapped around myself to be a little mummy, but I slowly unraveled to place one hand on his chest and the other rubbing my knuckles on his cheek. How am I nervous around you, but am still so comfortable? I can still see him perfectly from the illumination of the moonlight. He’s even more handsome than I could imagine.

“Brian”, I hesitate. He turns his head and gives me a peck on the lips. I lay there speechless over him taking the plunge that I was going to do.

“You do look like a strawberry when you blush like that”, he scrunches his face. I grab his face and kiss him back. He pulls me by the waist to get on top of him. I sit on his lap, loving the loose clothing keeping us from touching skin to skin. I continue kissing him, slowly rolling my hips. He grabs my hips and guides me to a perfect rhythm. His dick gets hard in seconds, teasing me from how close it is to me.

“Oh, fuck”, he moans.

“You feel so good”, he whispers.

“Do I?”, I tease. I put my hand under my crotch to palm him through his shorts. His moans turn into a raspy growl. He flips me over so that I’m on my back, having him hover above me. His hand goes straight to my folds, his index finger doing a long strip along me. I groan from the contact. His mouth latches to my neck, ferociously kissing and sucking, as if he’s hungry for this. His heavy petting is making me weak. I continue to palm him, feeling his dick twitch from my contact.

“You’re already so wet for me. Fuck”, he moans against my skin.

“Brian, please”, I manage to speak.

“Tell me what you want, baby”, his voice deepens.

“I want you”, I whine. He bites down on my neck, definitely going to leave a visible mark that will be noticeable in the morning. He slams his clothed dick on me, rubbing himself against my wet panties.

“How do you want me?”, he continues. His pace quickens.

“I want you inside of me”, I moan in his ear. He groans and pulls himself away from me entirely, sitting beside me with his knees to his chest.

“No, not like this”, he brushes his hair back, wiping the sweat off his forehead. I sit up and nudge his arm.

“What’s wrong?”, I mumble, trying to keep my composure.

“You’re my friend. Friends don’t do this”, he pants.

“Brian”, I grab his hand.

“I just need some time. I know I like you, I like you so much, I just need some time to know if I want a relationship yet”, he confesses. I’m still compiling what the fuck just happened, but I’m flexible.

“I understand”, I smile. He’s very open with me about his past relationships, which I am very thankful for.

“If you don’t want to wait, I understand”, Brian starts to ramble. I never saw him like this, collapsing. He always looked to have his shit together, but seeing him this way, being human who can break, is cleansing. I squeeze his hand to get his attention.

“Let’s just get some sleep. We can talk about this later, alright?”, I suggest. He nods and lays back down.

“Would you still want to cuddle?”, he murmurs. I get all snuggly in his arms.

“You don’t have to ask”, quoting him from earlier.

“We have a small concert tomorrow night if you want to come. We snagged a ticket in case you weren’t busy”, he invites. I bury my face in his chest.

“I’d love to finally see you perform live”, I scrunch my face.

“Perfect”, he chuckles before getting into a deep sleep.

There’s no fucking way So-Yo is going to believe this shit. No, no, I shouldn’t tell her, not till him and I talk for real about what’s going to happen with us.

He looks like such an angel, doesn’t even snore. I hope we can move on from this, my feelings for him become even more clear, reflecting on how he was with me earlier tonight and just now. I wonder what he has in mind for our conversation.

#day6 smut #day6 fluff #day6 fanfic

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Girl you need, pt.2

Summary: Friends to lovers didn’t really work out for Y/N and Grayson after Grayson made the big mistake of not telling her he is already involved with someone else.

Warnings: angst

Word count: ~ 2.8k

Part one

Months have passed and I remained in my own bubble. Routine. That's the way I survived. School, work, home. It was a sure way to avoid any reminders of the man who broke my heart worse than anyone before him. I gave him that power – the power to annihilate me, reduce me to a sobbing mess at two after midnight upon dreaming of him.

It hurt. So. Damn. Much.

I don't know if you've ever had someone in your life that you put on a pedestal. In your heart and in your mind that person could do no wrong. They represented all you were searching for, and not just in this life, but every life you've lived before - if you believe in reincarnation. Hell, I was so sure that he was made for me and that this was our origin story. I truly thought whatever his soul is made of matched the material used on mine. I believed the universe stitched out this spider web where we wandered, balanced on the strings until they led us to one another.

I was such a romantic fool. I wished I could go back in time and slap myself. Shake myself up until I saw the truth I was so blind to.

Until I got that call.

„Y/N, it's Lisa. I know it's been a long time, but I could really use your help with the boys. Grayson is really out of it and Cameron is trying to help, but it's not going as planned.“ I frown, feeling my heart drop once I heard his name, the very name I refused to even think about let alone utter out loud. What made me frown deeper is the fact Lisa called for my help and she never calls just for kicks.

„What happened?“ I try to remain calm, wondering if perhaps something terrible occurred and my chance to see the asshole who broke my heart, and then proceeded to set the pieces on fire, was gone.

„They both had surgery and they're loopy and bleeding and I can't get them in the car. I'll send you the address.“ And the line went silent, the message coming through almost immediately after with the address of a private clinic ten minutes away from my house...Three minutes with a good Uber driver.

Shaking, my stomach in knots, I swallow a growing lump in my throat and start grabbing my things.

„Hey, I'm gonna be out for the day.“ I warn my roommate as she hands me my bag, silently admiring the ring she claims to have received from an admirer. It was enchantingly beautiful.

While I waited for the driver to get me to the locations, I felt myself slipping into a confused state of anger and sadness. Never a good combination, is it?

And maybe I try to tell myself I've moved on and forgotten all about it, but the truth is that I am so far from being okay. I bury myself in obligations, so many things to stop myself from thinking too much only to fall asleep quickly and sleep without any dreams because I'm too tired to dream. But, even though I try to keep myself from having quiet moments in life not to think about it, it's still something that creeps up on me, even in the middle of my busy days. I stumble upon a meme I know he'd laugh at, or eat something he'd rave about for days, or hear a song I know he'd be posting to Snapchat with an appropriate sunset view. He's still there in the back of my mind, crawling his way through my sanity and forcing me to remember the hurt he caused.

However, the moment I come to the clinic, I find the reason behind Lisa's call. While Grayson is spinning in circles and Cameron is trying to grab him, Ethan is lying on the concrete, curled up like a ball while his mother is talking to him.

Walking toward them a bit faster, I hear Grayson making 'chu chu' noises and Ethan is just rambling incoherently.

„Woah. What the hell?!“ I exclaim, stopping Grayson in his spot. But, he stumbles toward me, grabbing onto my shoulders a little too roughly before steadying himself and chuckling...it sounded more like choking.

„You're so pretty and fluffy like a cloud.“ He chuckles again, his eyelids dropping before he widens his eyes purposefully and puts on a straight face.

„Woah, bro. It got really dark for a moment. Like it was night, but it's day again!“ His fingertips dig into my shoulders and I press my lips together, watching Cam film the whole thing, trying to stop herself from laughing.

„Oookay, buddy. You're definitely out of it.“ I put a hand around his waist, making him drop one of his hands as we embrace in a side hug. Leading him toward the car, I try to ignore his awed stare to the best of my ability. It's unnerving, heavier than his body leaning on me and just as disarming.

„You're gonna sit here and wait for me, okay?“ I help him sit inside, watching him nod and do as I asked, his head tilting so his eyes follow my every move.

Wanting to help with Ethan, I turn on my heel, only to find him rushing toward me with a lopsided smile and his arms open wide, Lisa running after him in exasperation.

A bear hug, bone crushing, soul searching, warm kind of a hug is what hit me next, his weight almost entirely crushing me.

„I missed you so much.“ He mumbles as Lisa pushes him off and to the other side, letting me sit between the guys before helping Ethan in. It's hard to miss Cam's questioning eyebrow raise for Ethan seemed more himself than Gray did and his outburst of affection was suspicious.

„Oh, you're here?“ Grayson suddenly speaks up, his eyes half open and his tongue sticking out. It’s clear he doesn’t remember me helping him inside, nor anything before.

„It wasn't your fault. It's mine. God...I really fucked everything up this time, didn't I?“ Both Lisa and Cam whipped around to look at me, definitely a thousand questions running through their minds as I blushed deeply, sweating profusely.

However, it was like a switch for Grayson. He seemed to have forgotten what he said, taking out his phone to record a snap, starting it with: „What's up motherfuckers?!“ while Ethan tries to calm him down: „Relax, bro.“

Grayson's eyes flicker from Ethan to me, looking back at the camera. „I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry.“ Continuing mumbling about being Gucci or something...It's like his dyslexia has caught up with his mouth too.

„Alright. Get them home and into bed. Easy, right?“ Cam sighed, giving me a look that meant we'll talk later and in detail. It seems as if neither of them knew about what happened between Grayson and I.

Just as the thought passed through my mind, he leaned his head on my shoulder and took my hand in his, examining each knuckle carefully. I want to push him off, ignore his advances. They aren't genuine anyways. Not while he's hopped up on painkillers.

„You're not wearing my ring?“ He whines in my ear, making me furrow my eyebrows and turn my head to the side to face his wrinkled forehead and murky brown eyes filling with tears.

„What ring?“ I groan, already sick of his behavior and the constant need to touch me. Space and lots of it. That's what I need and he doesn't seem to budge an inch.

„He gave a butterfly ring to you as a sorry.“ Ethan whispers, as if he's trying to help me which only confuses me. It must be a part of their loopiness. Shrugging, I tap my shoulder for him to lean on. And he does. Instantly. But so did Ethan.

Both fell asleep rather quickly, allowing us to get them home safely.

Putting an arm around me, Grayson leaned on me almost entirely as I managed to get him inside his bedroom and on the bed. Tucking him in, I barely get a chance to stand before his fingers curl around my wrist and he tugs me back toward him.

„It really hurts, Tinkerbell.“ The pain laced in his voice, the sheer confusion and the cracks...it forced me to sit back down. The emotional pain I've carried around for so long finally caught up with me as I watched him flutter his eyes, his long eyelashes just as entrancing as they used to be.

Sighing, I lean in and gently, almost feather like, peck his swollen nose - right above his gauze. He flinches, seemingly frightened of the pain to come, but then his eyes snap open and his lips curl into a small smile.

„I kissed it better.“ I smile back, unable to withhold that small courtesy. He won't remember anything anyway.

„But that's not where it hurts the most.“ He says quietly, shyly, his right hand lifting to his chest as he taps it lightly, the G on his hand making me wonder if the doctors seriously labeled him to tell which twin is which. But then I realize I'm just trying to distract myself from what's really the problem...does he say his heart hurts?

„Why, Gray?“ Am I going to hell for extracting some half truths from a guy high on painkillers? Probably.

„Cause I loved you. And I los-lost you.“ He stumbles over his words, clearly exhausted and slipping up.

„What about your girlfriend?“ I keep on asking, feeling my heart hammer inside my chest longingly. Even after everything, I still want him. There is a serious flaw in my code.

„Left her the same day.“ His hand tightens around mine ever so slightly as his voice wavers and I feel heat rush to my face.

„You never responded to any of my letters. You don't even wear my ring.“ He said sadly, his eyes flooding with tears once more as I realize there is something more to the story. He wouldn't be able to come up with these things in this state...let alone repeat them if they were a lie.

„Do you still...“ I pause, knowing this is bad and that I probably need professional help...this is like self harming – going to the same person who put a dagger in your heart expecting them to heal you...it's not how the world works. It always makes it worse, giving them a chance to twist the dagger and damage you further.

„I do still love you.“ A lump forms in my throat, my eyes falling to his hand on mine, watching his fingers rubbing up and down on my skin.

Leaning in once more, I press a kiss to his cheek this time around, resting my forehead on his for just a moment with my eyes closed and my heart undeniably open. Open as the stitches I hand-placed ripped open and let him in. God, I hate him for doing that again.

„All better.“ He whispers and I open my eyes, smiling softly at him before moving away and he lets me go as his eyes close shut.

Closing his door behind me, I run into Lisa who seemed to be waiting for me.

„So, what happened?“ She asked, Cameron walking down the hall from Ethan's room with her best 'better talk now' look.

„It paints your son in a bad way and I don't want to ruin the image you have of him. Deep down, he's a good guy who just did a really shitty thing.“ I shrug, trying to walk past them, but Cameron instantly blocks my path.

„Grayson lied about dating someone, while loving Y/N, so he slept with Y/N and then thought he got her out his system and Y/N found him the day after in here when he was going to fuck his girlfriend, when he then told her some bad stuff and then she left. And Grayson broke up with the bimbo and called Y/N all the time, wrote heartfelt letters cause she likes that shit and even bought her a gold butterfly ring in Barcelona and she never responded.“ Ethan's nasal, loopy explanation left us all with mouths agape and shocked, forcing Cameron to take him back again while Lisa looked at me with sympathy.

„He really did fuck up.“ Lisa said, making my eyes widen, nearly falling out of my head. I've never heard her cuss before and I'm not sure if I should laugh considering her exasperation with her boy's behavior, or cower in fright because if looks could kill, Grayson would be in big trouble.

„I just...don't understand. Both of them are loopy, but their story is the same. They both claim he tried to earn my forgiveness and make everything right...something doesn't add up.“ I frown, placing my hands on my hips as I cast my eyes to the floor in thought.

And then I remember.

„Shit!“ I exclaim, turning to Cameron who just returned.

„I'll be back soon, I think my roommate did this. She always had a thing for Grayson and she's been wearing this golden butterfly wing that matches what both of them said.“

Running out, I go straight home. I did borrow Grayson's Porsche...serves him right. But, an hour of fighting and a 'if you don't give the ring back, you will lose a finger too' threat, I had all the letters on my bed and the ring on top. Each letter was comprised of my favorite movie quotes and a photo of us, his heartfelt apology and explanation why he chose just that photo with it. I didn't have time to comb through them all, wanting to be there when he wakes up.

I sat on his bed, waiting for him to wake up, just listening to him breathe as I read his letters slowly, carefully and with tears clouding my vision. He really did love me. He really was sorry.

But does he still feel the same?

„Pretty angel dream. I like it.“ Grayson's mumbling made me smile, making me wipe away the tears and face him.

„Hey, stranger. How are you?“ Laying down beside him, I rest my left hand, palm open on his chest and my head on his shoulder.

„Better with you here.“ His hand clasps mine, stopping short once he feels something unfamiliar. I see him looking down, his eyes softening as his face relaxed.

„You're wearing my ring.“ The endearing tone isn't lost on me, warming my heart as I snuggle into his neck and press a feather light kiss on his warm skin.

„I'm never taking it off.“

„Does this mean you forgive me?“ He questions, firmly clasping my hand now as if he's afraid of the answer he might receive.

„Only if you say you love me instead of writing it.“ I tease, feeling him tense up.

„I do. I do love you, but I might not remember this tomorrow and I want to tell you that sober.“ He rushed his words, undeniably making my anger dissolve entirely and my heart fall right back into his hands.

„But you just said it, and you said it earlier as well, so...just keep repeating it.“ I say quietly, ignoring my heartbeat going haywire at the prospect of us being more than just friends.

„I will. After all, you're both the girl I need and the girl I want.“

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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S/O bursting in to sing ‘All Star’ + V3 Boys

How would the V3 boys react to their s/o bursting into the room with All Star by Smash Mouth playing loudly?

(Edit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_jWHffIx5E

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, cuz’ I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed-!

This entire post? Amazing. Magnificent. I swear to god. Totally, not just memes.

Uh-Huh. This is the face of a truther, a person telling the complete and total truth. I wouldn’t lie to you!

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

Kiibo had currently just gotten maintenance so the two of you could finally hang out together! That’s what he expected for the two of you to do anyway, he wasn’t expecting any kind of devious plot.

You said you would come over to his place, and he had been looking at his systems very refreshed with how this exchange had went down...!

Then you came waltzing in, no not waltzing... it was much more than that, you had kicked down the door singing.

“sOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME.”

Kiibo was immensely frightened, he let out a loud gasp-scream before falling from where he was sitting and somehow managing to hit his head by banging against the floor.

That had caused you to scream back at him and rush towards his side, your actions had consequences.

Kiibo laid WASTED ™ for a minute and a half, his final words about how he forgave you... and then how you must teach him that song you went all the effort through to ‘seranade’ to him.

“It’s... my final request...”

“Kiibo you... just banged your head against the floor, you aren’t going to d-“

“My final request.”

“Okay then.”

You sat at your boyfriend’s side a mental note to never do that again, never again.

Well at least for as long as you can remember.

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi Saihara? Jumpscares literally being the death of him? Why it’s more likely than you first thought!

But not likely enough, he was just reading one of his favorite novels as he waited for you to come back downstairs.

And you did.

“some.... BODY ONCE-!”

A song that he’s sworn come out from Kokichi Ouma’s mouth at least once or twice, yes he was surprised but he looked at you with more of a curious expression than anything...

You had to sing the entire song out in front of him, by the end of it he clapped at you with the most tiny smile, that adorable tiny smile that made people weep. “That was lovely... I got to hear your performance all for myself...”

“... E-Eh? Oh... uh... y-yeah I guess!”

After that day bursting into the room with random acts of music had become more daily.

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma has a complete poker face, nothing can or has broken it before unless you count those rare moments that you had gotten him to flash a grin or embarrassed him enough for him to let out at least one flushed reply.

And recently he was becoming more social with everybody else, which was a miracle in your eyes it didn’t matter much to him. Or so he says.

He was just eating breakfast, he hadn’t honestly expected this kind of thing from you, at least not during breakfast.

By ‘this kind of thing’, you know I mean the door bursting down with a simple shove and your voice singing an oddly familiar song from his stay in America.

”S O M E B O D Y ONCE-“

Do you know the best part of all of this? He was stifling a laugh, yes you randomly bursting in to musical dance to introduce yourself had gotten him to stifle a laugh.

Very proud of yourself at the end of it you walked to his side offering a playful smirk.

“Heeeeey~? If singing really weird songs gets you to flash a grin I can do it some more after this.”

He covered his mouth sheepishly looking away for a second or so, before sighing.

“Guess you could, uh... it’d be nice to... hear yer’ singin’ voice again, I guess.

That small declaration had caused your heart to do loops, and you immediately hugged him declaring to the world- about you have the most adorable damn boyfriend EVER.

His nonconsistent stuttering with him asking you to let go at first was absolutely priceless, moments which you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Kaito Momota

Did you underestimate Kaito Momota? Really? Foolish mortal... he loves and supports you, with all his damn heart!

Kaito was just in the middle of studying for some stupid test he already understood- ‘well enough’, so any distraction was perfect.

So when you came in with the promise of snacks, and you truly were just there to kick down the door and sing to him...

He would applaud you throughout it, you fool. You absolute fool.

“That’s the light of my life! You go babe! Yer’ doin’ absolutely damn great, I loooooove yooou!”

“Really yer’ singing is astronomical! Really just stellar! You got this!”

By the first line of dialogue it had become awkward for you, the tables had turned, the ‘no you!’ had been dealt, and you hadn’t even had a reverse card to play at him.

How come you didn’t think this through? How could you just didn’t think this through...?

You naive fool.

You... have never felt this level of pure shame before, Kaito came up to you whistling with a handful full of compliments for your singing-voice, mostly star-themed , before kissing you- straight on the lips.

“You should sing more! Heh, I’m the luckiest guy in the universe to have you walk into my galaxy...”

Damn those space-themed pick-up lines!

Mission failed. We’ll get em’ next time.

Rantaro Amami

He wanted a sandwich, that’s it. You offered sandwiches at your place so he went since he had nothing better to do, and he truly loved hanging around with the light of his life...

...

He was eating that sandwich when you came in, after breaking down your own door for some ungodly reason. It was a good sandwich.

“sooooOOOMEBOOODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME.”

He dropped the sandwich, an accomplishment for the books was managing to surprise Rantaro Amami.

But really how could anyone not be surprised by that? Even then he kept a rather composed look on his face throughout the song, by the end of it he even clapped.

“... Aha... if... your going to sing for me, can you do it with asking me first?” He pointed at the newly-murdered sandwich which lay forgotten on the floor, it looked like a good sandwich.

“... Oh! Oh sorry, hadn’t even noticed! I’ll try to make sure the next time I sing it doesn’t include sandwich murder.”

“That’s all I ask.”

He smiles at you accepting the apology, he picks himself up to make the two of you lunch! Why... what an interesting day today is.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta doesn’t understand why you had called him saying to prepare for you to come into his room with... an oddly Kokichi-esque smile on your face, but Gonta has trusted you! What had he not to trust?

He was currently in front of the door, he left it open so you would have an easy time to walk in, of course.

Although... things got really confusing for Gonta when the door opened with a loud [SMACK] and you began to... say strange words to him?

“SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME-!”

“... S/O? Who told you the world was going to roll you, what does that mean? Gonta’s very confused!”

“E-Eh? Wait what?”

You stopped in your tracks, taking off some oddly fashionable sunglasses off your face for this very occasion. “Gonta I’m singing, I... nobody actually said that to me.”

“Oh! Why... Why are you suddenly singing?”

“...”

“Because...? Um... well, wait let me think of why... uh...”

“... I wanted to be spontaneous? I didn’t think we’d... stop... well... aaah...”

“...”

“Oh! Okay! You can continue, Gonta doesn’t mind.”

...

You... sang the song with a sheepish tone stuttering here and there, sometimes getting quieter as a mouse, how could anyone sing without embarrassment after that interaction after the first line of the song...?

Kokichi Ouma

Never. Ever. Sing this song in front of him, ever again. Take mental note of it, write it down, engrain it into your arm as a damn tattoo.

Just never, ever again.

You had planned to make up for the time he ran into your bedroom, after lock picking it just to sing to you. You had to get a new lock, every damn TIME.

So you had planned your revenge, while a better revenge be forcing him to pay you back for all the locks that he had used, you had planned to sing to HIM for once after breaking his door down.

...

And you did, with a loud smack reverberating across the room he seemed to be sitting in a chair turned away from you, why he didn’t react right away remaining a mystery.

So you kept going. “some...BODY ONCE TOLD ME-“

“The world was gonna roll me... I ain’t the toughest tool in the shed!” A voice other than Kokichi’s greeted you...

Nani?! You felt yourself stop, as Kokichi spun his chair around to greet you a grin wider than you had ever seen before vibrant on his features.

“... You...” You froze in horror.

He held a laptop with many stickers slapped across it right in his grubby little hands, Youtube was opened up and the video was playing in the backround, ‘All Stars’ he had predicted this but... how?! “S/O... you thought we were playing checkers did you?”

“We’re playing a game of chess, or as in just don’t keep a calendar with all your evil plans marked on it babe.”

“N... No...! NOOOO!” You lay defeated, your plan went to waste.

Kokichi’s bubbly laughter and ‘All Star’ in the distance to remind you of your failures.

While that doesn’t... actually sound bad, what was bad is the fact he actually made you pay for the broken lock he owned.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Korekiyo Shinguuji... finds all parts of humanity from the biggest parts to the smallest parts of culture to be incredible, remarkable infact!

And he’s put a great deal of study into music as well, as most of it can be rekinded to most modern craft nowadays.

While he was putting research into more folklore he had recently discovered, you said you would be: ‘coming by UwU’ while he didn’t understand why you added the UwU something had felt unordinarily shifty.

His suspicions were confirmed when you slammed the door open by shoving into it, earning a shocked gasp from Korekiyo before you actually broke out into musical song.

[You likely know how the first line of the song goes by now, at this point right? You gotta.]

When your finished your surprised to see your boyfriend... well not really, he’s questioning why you broke down the door.

“S/O... had you wanted to sing, did you truly have to do it so unexpectably?”

And more importantly why you sang... ahem, this is completely taken from the wiki: “All Star" a song by American rock band Smash Mouth. It was released on May 4, 1999, as the second single from their album Astro Lounge and it is one of the group's most successful songs, peaking at No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100.”

Interesting facts of the day! He’s glad you didn’t break down his lock...

...

Yeah, he’s probably the only one who would actually mind if you came running in singing to him. Humanity is an odd yet fascinating thing...

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 x reader #ndrv3 imagines #drv3 imagines #shuichi saihara #kiibo #rantaro amami #kaito momota #ryoma hoshi #gonta gokuhara #korekiyo shinguuji #kokichi ouma

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starxshine · 4 years

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magical aesthetics - bold what applies to your muse, italic what applies sometimes. repost, don’t reblog!

Hokulani

witch

the soft bubbling sound of boiling water. a wicker basket full of freshly gathered flowers. long black hair. perfectly arranged herb jars on a shelf. a tank full of beloved tadpoles, each with their own name. a black cat winding itself around your legs. the fresh scent of prepared ingredients. seeing through the eyes of an owl. a cloak made of feathers gathered from the ground. a sense of ease in the woodlands & wild places. the thrill of flight & seeing the world stretched far below you. knowledge passed down from elder to child. herbal teas. the full moon gleaming above a lake. a cottage with flowering vines growing up the walls. a fragrant summer garden. hands intertwined tightly with those of someone else. voice raised proudly in song. believing in your own power to change the world. candles flickering in a window. a bath filled with flower petals. dancing barefoot under starlight. soothing a wound with ointment. the fates held in your hands.

wizard

the smell of old books. a dusty library, full of dark corners & secret alcoves. jotting down ideas on a chalkboard. you’re the only one paying attention in class. staying up all night to finish some research. sharpened pencils & fountain pens. the feel of a staff in your hand, strong & sturdy. comfortable cloaks & coats for travelling in. well-worn walking boots. grumbling about the bad weather covering up the meteor shower. always being the organised one. carrying a notebook in your pocket, just in case you discover a breakthrough. a love of learning. an old golden hourglass. a dog-eared book of maps. studying while everyone else is partying. following a spinning compass. a white lab-coat with a pen in the breast-pocket. 19th century scientific equipment scattered haphazardly across a desk. being held together by coffee & hope. falling asleep on a pile of paperwork & getting ink all over your face. sketching your lover’s name in the old wood of a classroom desk. a telescope raised to your eye, a smile on your face.

warlock

a deep & abiding sense of dread. chain-smoking in a doorway. strange books in the darkest corners of a bookshop that’s stood for a century. you’re the reason why they’re all afraid of the dark. seeing things in the shadows around you, late at night when everyone else is asleep. you always loved the wicked witch far more than the princess. a shattered mirror hanging over a mantelpiece. hearing a voice calling your name when no one else is around you. sketching circles on the pavement with a piece of chalk. the smell of smoke and sulphur. the light of a bonfire. dark candles in a ring, wax already melting. drawing horrific monsters in your sketchbooks. recklessly drifting through a city centre, dodging cars without looking both ways. a clawed hand intertwining with your own. leathery wings unfolding from your back. chipped black nail polish. screaming out into the night until your throat is hoarse. pins & needles crisscrossing your body. a trickle of blood running down your face. a feeling of something pinning you when you try to sleep. a sacrifice made with the worst intentions. a monstrous transformation.

sorcerer

crows gathered on a misty field. old dead trees, bare of leaves. a pile of mysterious animal bones. being the mysterious one no one knows anything about. lightning flickering across a darkened sky. you’re the one trusted to gently evict all of the spiders. a single drop of blood falling onto the snow. being at one with the darkness. the night sky inspires your imagination. preferring winter to summer. you’re the one voted most likely to start the skeleton war. drifting about in a flowing black cloak. deathly pale skin. blood red lips. having no fear of death or what comes after. a swift-flowing river running for as far as the eye can see. pomegranate juice trickling between your fingers. standing barefoot in the snow for as long as you can bear it. vultures circling in a sunset sky. your scream becomes the thunder. having been scandalously intimate with death for quite some time now. moths gathering around a flame. having no fear of taking a short-cut through a graveyard. thick october fog that freezes you to your bones. a lantern out there in the fields, seemingly held by no-one. shiny black beetles.

priest

hands clasped in desperate prayer. a circlet of gold. a deep belief in a power higher than yourself. holding someone else’s life in your hands. a bowl of clean, cool water. eyes glowing with a mysterious light. the light of thousands of stars above your head. sunlight managing to trickle down through the clouds. gentle spring rain in the early morning. the rushing of the waves against the sea-shore. walking barefoot over the sand. old temples, high ceilings. stained glass windows. loose clothing in white or silver. soft pastel colors. a clean white bandage. a choir singing in another room. a quiet sense of heroism. knowing that the answer lies inside of our own hearts. boundless compassion. cradling a small bird or animal safely against your chest. never being afraid of the darkness when you have your friends beside you. you’re the first one racing into danger to protect someone else. a whisper to the stars. white feathery wings taking flight.

tagged by: stolen from @warringpeace tagging: steal

#;fun and games (memes)#( ❛ 🌟 magic : better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie. › hc. )

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missolitude · 5 years

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Carolyn / Eve (Killing Eve) Headcanons + Character Exploration (Part I of ?)

for @ballion 💓

Disclaimer: Again, originally started for a ship meme, this turned into a drabble of its own, since I obviously don’t have any self-control, therefore I will post it separately. I had trouble finding my voice for both of them but I’m not unhappy with how this turned out.

Who initiated the first kiss

Eve. She stumbled and Carolyn just happened to catch her. With her mouth. No, not really. Even though Eve might prefer that neat and simple version to what actually transpired. One day, late at night. There wasn’t even alcohol involved - well, not that much anyways. Her mind was totally clear - well as clear as it usually was. As much as possible under the current circumstances. Nothing else to blame really, except perhaps bad judgment and... opportunity?

It all started when Eve had another argument with Niko, he insulted her, again, and she was feeling the urge to slap him, again. She wasn’t proud of herself for feeling that way but she knew then that it was high time for a time out. For both of them. Eve didn’t even think, she acted purely on instinct and autopilot as she just threw a couple of things in her over night bag and then wordlessly stormed out of her apartment.

Eve didn’t know why or how precisely she ended up at Carolyn’s house, in the middle of the night no less. Planning wasn’t her strong suit. She was keenly aware of that now but it was too late to change that and she didn’t want to turn back either and come back crawling to Niko because she couldn’t think of a place to stay. She almost hoped Carolyn wasn’t home, or that she wouldn’t open the door to unexpected and bizarrely dressed visitors late at night - Eve only realized now that she wore her shirt inside out and her hair was a mess.

Not that she had much time to think about that because Carolyn was home and she did open the door. Eve couldn’t even remember pressing the doorbell, either Eve was more absentminded than she thought or Carolyn was psychic. Both was equally probable. Eve’s eyes instinctively moved over Carolyn’s form and she inadvertently gulped. Carolyn wore a silky grey nightgown that exposed some of her cleavage and accentuated her waist. The color also brought out the grey in her eyes, or were they green? Carolyn also didn’t wear make up yet she looked so... good, her skin was practically glowing. And Eve just stared at her, open-mouthed like some dimwitted fool. Must buy that moisturizer, she thought nonsensically.

Good thing that Carolyn didn’t ask any questions, Eve probably would have just babbled nonsense. No, Carolyn just invited her in like she would any regular guest, like it was the most normal thing to do at - what time was it? Surely long past midnight. Eve was mesmerized as she watched Carolyn move around her house. Carolyn was a most gracious host, she offered Eve a seat at the sofa (most comfortable) and drinks (Eve responded the strongest she had, which was of course Vodka - how very Russian of her). Carolyn made every move look purposeful, deliberate, no hesitation or uncertainty. Was she like that before working for MI6? Was there even a Carolyn before MI6? Who knew if Carolyn was even her real name.

Not that Eve really cared. It’s just what her mind always did when she’d rather not focus on her own problems. Figuring out other people - it was a neat little hobby, mostly a good distraction. Eve then noticed that she must have interrupted Carolyn in the middle of reading a book. “Games People Play: The Psychology of Human Relationships” - how very fitting. “Relationship trouble?” Carolyn said and it was more of a statement than a question. It’s not as though it took a genius to figure out why Eve was here. “How do you do that thing you do?” Eve responded with a counter question. “Switch off your emotions. Keep secrets from everyone. Do you ever get tangled up in the jungle of your own lies?” Carolyn didn’t respond, she merely looked at her in thought, downing the rest of her Vodka. “Let’s play a game.” Eve looked at her confused. “And you fire me if I lose?” Carolyn chuckled heartily, as though Eve just made the most hilarious joke. “It’s not that kind of game. It’s simple really, you tell me three things about yourself, 2 truths and one lie. I have to figure out which is which.” Eve looked at Carolyn as though she’d just lost her mind. It’s not as though the evening could get any more absurd. “Fine but you first.” Carolyn merely shrugged. “Fair enough. I once spent six months undercover as a nun in a local Russian church and had an affair with a closeted lesbian sister. As I was starting out as an agent I was held hostage by a Russian drug dealer, I broke his neck with an ironing board. And I don’t like yellow.” Of course Carolyn said all of this as calm and unbothered as though she’d just read the morning paper.

“The nun story isn’t true.” Eve just took a blind guess. “Yes it is.” “Oh I didn’t know you like...” “You didn’t? Interesting.” “Well... I...” “Keep guessing.” “You like yellow.” “Don’t be absurd Eve, it’s dreadful. Do you really think I’d let anyone take me hostage? I did break his neck with an ironing board, however. The lesson is, if you lie, stay close to the truth. Now you try it.”

Eve, in her usual fashion, didn’t really think before she stated “I don’t love my husband.” It was freeing to say this. Sadly this was true. “We’ve had an argument today and I slapped him.” Sadly this wasn’t. “I’ve never kissed a woman, but I think I want to.” Eve couldn’t really stop herself as her eyes wandered to Carolyn’s lips. “You’re making it too easy. You didn’t slap your husband but you wanted to. At least you’re implementing my lesson.” “How did you know?” “Knowing everything about you is my job, Eve. Another piece of advice, don’t overestimate your own cleverness, it will get you into trouble.” Eve felt a little embarrassed. Had Carolyn even heard her other two confessions? Was she really as predictable as Carolyn thought? “I can help with that last bit, however.”

“You... what?” Eve then properly thought that Carolyn had lost her mind. Or had Eve? Was she having a weird dream? Did Carolyn just suggest...? “It’s merely an offer. No need to get personal about it. Consider it training. As an agent you’ll often be in situations where you’ll be forced to resort to... unconventional methods to... get what you want, keep people in line.” “Is that what you do with Konstantin?” “That’s none of your business, Eve, I said no need to get personal.” “I thought it isn’t.” Eve pouted at Carolyn, not that she appeared to notice. “My point is, if you are ever in such a situation you better know what you are doing.” Eve’s eyes widened, this time because she took offence. Did Carolyn just question her kissing skills? Eve decided she’d had enough. “FINE. Have it your way.” Eve downed the rest of her glass in one gulp, put it down and then stared at Carolyn in what she hoped looked like determination and defiance, but actually she just tried to cover up her rising nerves. No need to get personal. Eve briefly wondered what Carolyn considered to be personal, if this wasn’t it. Maybe this was personal and Carolyn just didn’t want it to be. Maybe this was all part of a huge and elaborate plan. Not that Eve would ever find out, Carolyn’s mind was like a maze. Easy to get lost in.

“What are you waiting for then? Seduce me.” Carolyn then stated almost playfully, putting her arm on top of the sofa backrest, casually making it clear who was in control. To make matters worse, the position of her arms also made her night gown cling closer to her skin and it revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course she wasn’t. Who was even seducing who? Why was everything with Carolyn a cat and mouse game?

Eve felt heat rising up in her body, some of it settling on her cheeks, she didn’t know if it was out of anger or frustration or both. Don’t think, act. Eve inched closer to Carolyn, reaching out to cup her cheek. She immediately got distracted and mesmerized by the softness of her skin. Moisturizer, was the only coherent word Eve’s mind was capable of. She must have said it out loud too because Carolyn was smirking at her. Either that or Carolyn was testing her. This woman was infuriating beyond words but Eve couldn’t deny that she wanted this. Had even thought about this. Not that she’d ever imagined it would be like this.

Eve wanted to kiss that smug smirk out of her and so she did. She leaned in and all she felt was warm softness. She could taste Vodka and something sweet, chocolate? A sweet tooth, who knew. Eve could feel herself open up to the sensation, relaxing, enjoying herself and then it felt like a trap snapped shut. Carolyn kissed her back and Eve was lost.

Eve’s hands were all over Carolyn’s body, exploring, feeling, wanting, oh, Carolyn’s nipples were hard, then Eve heard a moan, she didn’t know whether it was her own, nor did she care. They only stopped when they both were utterly out of breath. Carolyn closed her eyes briefly and adjusted her hair and her night gown. “See what I mean? It’s easy to lose the game when you let your guard down.” Eve didn’t know whether Carolyn meant herself or Eve, but it surely was a lesson worth (l)earning.

#killing eve #carolyn martens #eve polastri #eve x carolyn #carolyn x eve #caroleve #missolitude replies #ballion #I only proofread this once - any mistakes are obviously mine

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jin0uga · 6 years

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If she likes it she should

Me, an intellectual: I want to put a meme as the chapter title

I miss Glynda. Here’s a rairpair ship fic of Ruby/Glynda, featuring Older!Ruby.

Part of my A Rose in Bloom series, standalone stories of Ruby/Any character in RWBY.

Glynda woke at the gentle touch. Calloused fingertips danced across her forehead, accompanied by the familiar, off-key hum of her significant other. The tuneless hymn trailed off when Ruby realized she was awake, the feather light caress halting near the curve of her jaw.

"Sleep well?" Glynda could almost hear the smile in Ruby's voice. Her lips lifted in response, color flooding her cheeks.

"Better, now that you're here," Glynda answered. Happiness bloomed in her chest as Ruby blushed, a pretty flush that made her twice as adorable.

"Smooth," Ruby teased, "I forgot how affectionate you can be in the morning." Ruby kissed her forehead, restless fingers reaching up to twirl errant strands of blonde hair around them. "Shower, then breakfast? I think we have some flaky bread things left, I'll even throw in scrambled eggs to sweeten the deal."

Glynda tangled their hands together, a small sigh escaping her. "A full-fledged adult, yet still refusing to call croissants by their given name. I should be perturbed."

"There's no harm in calling them out for what they really are," Ruby joked, "I'd call them crescent bread, but it kind of ruins my appetite when I imagine killing Grimm with that instead of Crescent Rose." She trailed off with a sigh. "Speaking of. My poor darling is in shambles after the previous mission, I'll have to do repairs when I get the chance."

Glynda made a noise of indignation. "Aren't I your darling?"

"I'm allowed to have more than one."

"Says who?"

"Says the most renowned Huntress in all of Remnant, Slayer of Cinder Fall and her giant Dragon," Ruby said, patting Glynda's cheek. "Give it up, Professor. You can't win when you're up against this magnificent beast." She pretended to flex. It drew a loud groan from her girlfriend, and Ruby let out a bark of laughter. "You're pouting."

"I am most certainly not pouting. I'm an adult." Glynda emphasized the last word, making Ruby laugh even harder.

"Don't worry, you'll always be my favourite!" Ruby cooed, "Now give me a kiss!"

Glynda snorted and playfully avoided the hands reaching for her. "Kiss my ass, Rose." She said, diving under the blankets. She pulled the fluffy duvet to her nose and hunkered down, waiting for the inevitable tickle war. But it never came.

Ruby's answering laugh was hesitant. "Just Rose? Or Rose-Goodwitch?"

Glynda swore the dust particles illuminated by shafts of sunlight spilling from the gap between the curtains had gone still. Her heart certainly had. She threw off the covers and stared blankly at Ruby, her gaze falling on the ring clasped firmly between trembling fingers.

Ruby cleared her throat, smiling nervously. "Marry me?"

Yang nudged Blake, not dragging her gaze away from their Professor stalking back and forth in front of the board. "Blake, correct me if I'm wrong, but… do your faunus eyes see what I see?" Yang felt the other girl stiffen at their proximity. "Check out that bling on her finger." Biting down the complaint of being bothered during lessons, sharp amber eyes focused in the direction Yang pointed at.

Blake's surprised huff told Yang all she needed. A devilish smile tugged at her lips and before she knew it, she was on her feet, hollering, "CONGRATS ON YOUR ENGAGEMENT, PROFESSOR!" Her enthusiastic declaration halted every sound in the classroom for a brief moment. Pencils stopped scratching, scrolls were left unfingered as every person in the room turned to look at her – varying expressions of disbelief plain on their faces.

The very same students then whipped their heads in the direction of said Professor, who looked utterly stunned by the turn of events and Yang's audacity.

Glynda worked her jaw and tried to speak, but she couldn't muster anything coherent in the face of Yang's bold words. The bell rang. The sound was muffled, she felt completely detached as if she were buried up to her ears in sand, but it jarred her enough to go from catatonic to vaguely aware.

The normally stern and taciturn professor swallowed, a vibrant blush spreading across her cheeks to the tip of her ears. "Thank you, Miss Xiao Long." Her voice was feather light and it wavered on the last syllable. "That's all for today. Class dismissed."

As the scariest professor to ever walk the halls of Beacon darted out of the room like she was on fire, Weiss slowly turned to look at Yang. "You couldn't wait until she gave out our tests?" Weiss' expression was sour. "I've been waiting to know my marks for three weeks."

Yang gave her a look that read 'Don't you have anything better to say?' before sitting back down. Blake felt a spark of sympathy for their Professor as she took in Yang's shit eating grin, smug satisfaction rolling off the blonde in waves.

The classroom exploded with excited chatter, like hot air rushing out of a pricked balloon. Blake had no doubt the news of Professor Goodwitch's engagement would be spread to every single student in Beacon by the end of their next lesson. The school's gossip network could put White Fang communications to shame, but whether the news would remain intact and truthful once it was spread, she had no idea.

"Yang, as much fun as it was to make Goodwitch flail like that, she's going to remember you the next times she sees you. I guarantee it." Blake looked at Yang, whose expression had morphed into a grimace. It was obvious the decision to yell such private information was done on a mere whim. "All I can say is, it was nice knowing you."

Yang scoffed. "What's she gonna do? Keep me in detention till I graduate?" It wasn't a pleasant idea, but she hoped there were rules that kept teachers from abusing their influence. Pyrrha, who had been seated in the row below theirs, stood up to face them. She offered Yang a worried smile. "I overheard Professor Port asking around for someone to transcribe his stories. Perhaps…?"

Yang choked, suddenly looking horrified. "…You think she'll give me a slap on the wrist if I apologized?"

Her friends exchanged looks and shot her an expression of sympathy. Yang hung her head, feeling nauseous at the prospect of listening to Port blab on about his highly exaggerated, macho escapades. "Ah crap."

In retrospect, Glynda should have thought twice about parading her ring in front of the students. As Miss Xiao Long had demonstrated, teenagers had uncanny observation skills when it came to romance, sex, and food.

She looked down, silently chastising herself and mentally conjuring up ways to have Yang strung up by her ankles. The gemstone on the ring Ruby had given her was enormous. Glynda was mildly surprised it'd only been spotted during third period, and not the moment she stepped onto Beacon's premises.

The stone was a deep, beautiful color, and where light normally refracted off a normal gem, light was sucked inside this one instead, dark green becoming an even darker hue.

It reminded me of your eyes, Ruby had said. She felt warm as she recalled what she'd done after Ruby had said that. Croissants aside, her morning had been most delicious. Smiling, Glynda finished up the last of her lunch and tossed the plate into the bin. She poured herself another cup of coffee, the metal of the coffeemaker winking at her, before settling back in her seat.

If this were any other day she'd be getting ready to leave the teacher's lounge, finishing the cup in two gulps and swiftly leaving for the next class.

Instead, Glynda drained it in short, minute sips. For the first time since she'd begun teaching she dreaded entering a classroom. Perhaps if she put on the fiercest scowl she could muster, finished it off with a set of heavily slanted eyebrows, she wouldn't be bombarded by relentlessly curious students and could finish her lesson without answering any private questions.

She nodded to herself. Yes, that sounded perfect.

Glynda strode into the next lesson – once, she'd found it a struggle to teach both Practical Dust Usage and Dust Theory, but she now hardly batted an eye – with a severe expression that would send even Grimm back into their nests. She'd expected eager students bursting with nonsensical questions. What greeted her instead, was the faces of star struck girls and boys who'd just met someone they idolized and pined after.

Ruby swooped in, greeting Glynda with a long and torrid kiss. When she finally drew back, to say Glynda was shocked would've been a massive understatement, a lie of epic proportions. The professor wished she could speak, possibly even yell incoherently, but there were no words to describe her feelings in this moment.

Ruby beamed, the mere action making students squeal in delight, or fall into their seats in a state of unconsciousness. "I was bored, so I thought why not pay my future wife a visit?" The woman finished by giving the room a mischievous once over. "You kids are fine with me being here, right?"

As the room erupted in screams – Miss Schnee had a heel on the table, the notebook around her mouth curled into a makeshift megaphone – Glynda could only groan.

This was going to be a long day.

#rwby fanfiction #glynda/ruby #BRING HER BACK I WANT MAH PROFESSOR #romance #fluff #A rose in bloom #Rubbles is a ladykiller

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pinktechnician · 5 years

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( 🔧 ) . ⇢ OOC ⇠ ❝ I WAS BITTER BUT I’M FINE NOW ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ MEMES ⇠ ❝ OKAY WHAT’S SO FUNNY ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ PROMO ⇠ ❝ TIME TO SHOW YOU OFF TO THE WORLD ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ SELF PROMO ⇠ ❝ BUT DO YOU GOT ROOM FOR ONE MORE TROUBLED SOUL ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ WISHLIST ⇠ ❝ YOU GOTTA GIVE ME THIS ONE ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ PSA ⇠ ❝ UH YEAH I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ OOC ASK ⇠ ❝ EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE FRIENDS ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ SAVED ⇠ ❝ THIS ONE RIGHT HERE IS A KEEPER ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ MUSINGS ⇠ ❝ SHARP TEETH AND NO CONSCIENCE ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ HEADCANONS ⇠ ❝ NEVER GONNA BE THE COOL GUY ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ AESTHETIC ⇠ ❝ LOVE THE LOOK OF MOTOR OIL AND METAL ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ DESIRES ⇠ ❝ MY POOR HEART WILL ONLY SURRENDER ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ IC ⇠ ❝ YOUR HEART’S TOO BIG FOR YOUR BODY ❞

( 🔧 ) . ⇢ ASK ⇠ ❝ BETTER TO BE SLAPPED WITH THE TRUTH THAN KISSED WITH A LIE ❞

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cherriesfalling · 7 years

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we should just kiss like real people do

a Yousef Acar character study

summary: Sana moves towards him, pressing the glass into his hands and for a moment their fingers brush against each other and suddenly Yousef is back in Turkey and the sweltering heat and his shirt is soaked and stuck to his chest and there is no respite from the sun in sight but Sana's smile is as sweet as the shade from the old poplar tree in his grandparents' yard.

The party oddly makes Yousef recall his family's summer trip to Turkey. It's an odd avenue to turn down, and he tries not to dwell on it much; it's not like the trip was an unpleasant memory. It'd been the first time in six months he'd seen his mother completely relaxed, the first time in three years he'd hugged his grandmother, the first time in his life he'd held his baby cousin. And he's already forgotten the way his grandfather smelled of peppermint and freshly washed laundry and the odd Turkish song his cousins tried to translate for him at a party not too different from this one, but in his mind's eye, he still flashes upon that kind of peace that can only be felt when surrounded by a family who loves you. He hadn't realized that he would miss Turkey--traveling with his parents back to the homeland was something he usually viewed as a chore, an inconvenience that would necessitate him missing out on whatever shenanigans his friends got into in his absence. But this time had been different. Yousef shakes his head and chalks it up to age.

“You should be having fun,” he reminds himself, none too gently, because he really should be. He should be dancing in the living room with the rest of the group, singing off-key to whatever English song was pounding through the speakers loud enough that he could feel his rib cage shuddering. But the smog of cigarette smoke and weed and gyrating bodies is giving him a headache and as he seeks refuge in the brightly lit kitchen of whoever's home this happens to be, he wonders what has happened to him. He used to love parties--though he displayed more self-restraint than Mutasim and Adam, who got hammered within the first hour and a half--used to love dancing with strangers. But nowadays the music doesn't inspire him to dance; it exhausts him. And the syllables of the new names he learns sit foreign on his tongue, more alien than alluring. He chalks that one up to age too, mostly because he can’t think of a better alternative.

He drains the last of the water in his glass and puts it on the counter, but then decides to stall a little more before going back out so he washes the glass and dries it.

"You come to parties to do the dishes?"

Yousef whirls around to see Sana leaning on the kitchen wall, holding her own glass of water. He's surprised--her stoic demeanor around his friends usually makes it seem as though she would rather be anywhere else in the world. And he knows how averse she was to her own group starting to mingle with his. But today, she's more relaxed and the smile on her face is easier. She hasn’t initiated a conversation with him since they were children.

Yousef is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Yeah, well, someone has to do it." He grins and he knows it's lopsided and crooked, unlike her own. Nothing about him is as put together as she is.

"Then you don't mind washing mine, I'm sure." Sana moves towards him, pressing the glass into his hands and for a moment their fingers brush against each other and suddenly Yousef is back in Turkey and the sweltering heat and his shirt is soaked and stuck to his chest and there is no respite from the sun in sight but Sana's smile is as sweet as the shade from the old poplar tree in his grandparents' yard. And he wonders whether it would be considered inappropriate for him to grasp her whole hand within his own and press it to his forehead because surely there's not a single ailment this girl's touch can't cure.

But it is inappropriate and evidently, the entire universe thinks it so, because Sana's phone rings and her body stiffens as she presses it to her ear, Yousef's hand falling limply to his side as she turns and heads out of the kitchen.

He's always watching her walk away from him.

Yousef leaves the party early that night. The boys will pester him about it tomorrow, but the heat is too much for him and his head is pounding and all he wants to do is go home to sleep.

He should stop thinking about Sana. Yes, that's a start.

But if that's the start then he fears this will never end because he can't recall a time in the past few weeks that he hasn't been thinking of Sana. Her dark eyes, narrowing mischievously as she crosses Elias to make a basket behind his back. Her small hands tightened around the bus rail to hold herself steady as she flashes a shy smile at him. Her dimples betraying her usually aloof facade as she tries not to smile at some stupid joke Adam makes. Her lips painted deep maroon and berry purple forming the shape of his name; the timbre of her voice and the steel in her gaze and...

Yousef should really stop thinking about Sana.

There are rules. It doesn't matter what he feels or how deeply he feels it or whether she reciprocates, Sana is Elias' little sister and though Yousef is allowed to, and even encouraged to care about her, he is most definitely not allowed to think about her like this.

Elias is his best friend and Yousef has worked too hard and suffered too much heartache to be making mistakes that would cost him another friend.

But he's young and foolish so he dreams of the future he sees in her eyes.

Yousef sends Sana a friend request on Facebook and because he's an idiot, he sends her an outdated meme too. It is innocent.

(the way his heart lurches when he sees she’s accepted his request is less innocent, but he doesn’t think about that as much)

Elias and Adam decide they want to play a silly game of SMS Roulette because they can't be bothered to actually deal with life. They gather on Elias' couch and it's a mess of legs and arms and hands and dirty jokes but Yousef finds comfort in the presence of his friends, the happy, lively sounds they make. He almost cracks a rib laughing at Adam's utterly failed conquest and the healthy ache in his stomach distracts him from the oddity his life has become in the last few weeks.

But then the question is given to Mikael.

And he brings up Even.

And the temperature in the room drops a few degrees as if they've been graced by the presence of some dearly departed spirit.

(maybe they have)

“It's nothing,” Mikael brushes it off but he nonetheless excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Mutasim tries to follow but Elias pushes him back down. Mutasim tries to argue, but Elias silences him with a glare.

And Yousef can't move.

It is as though a deathly cold has invaded his body and he feels Adam's breath on his shoulder and Mutasim's grip on his hand but all he can hear is the sobs that had racked Even’s body as Yousef held him months ago. He remembers the scene perfectly and it's a cruel joke isn't it--the things you'd rather forget are the ones that your mind will never let you. Even had kept saying I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry and Yousef had held onto him and told him it wasn't his fault, it wasn't his fault, it's not your fault that you love him in every way but the right one. Yousef's shirt was soaked through by the time Even cried himself to sleep.

"Are you alright buddy?” Yousef dimly hears Adam ask in his ear, and it’s all Yousef can do to nod and touch his hands to the other boy's. Adam pulls away but leaves his hand.

Yousef is glad to have that small comfort.

Elias edits out the parts where they bring up Even. Yousef doesn't stay to help him or clean up.

Instead, he walks home, the brisk wind chipping at his nose as he stares at the stars in the sky above. There was a time when Yousef would’ve prayed at this time, would’ve praised Allah for His creation, His grandeur, His grace but he feels harder now. Less forgiving.

How can he worship the very thing that drove his best friend to suicide?

And in his mind, Yousef knows that he is not being fair, that there is far more to the concept of love as it is addressed in the Quran than the black and white truth he sees is as but every time he tries to pray, he is reminded of the deep pit in Even’s eyes as he looked at his car windshield, not through it. And he just can’t.

But he misses it, the peace of it, the connectedness to all the other souls in the world who believed in the same things he did. The feeling that he is part of something bigger than himself.

His phone buzzes in his pocket--message from Sana Bakkoush. Yousef closes his eyes. He wants to ignore the message, wants to stop leading them both down this path that will only end in heartbreak.

But he’s young and foolish, so he types the words alt for deg, girl without even thinking as if his heart knows the confession logic won’t let him make.

It finally becomes too much when she optimistically assures him that her parents will still think he’s a good Muslim even if he drinks. And even though the truth lightens the load on his chest a bit, he knows that something has changed between them.

She doesn’t respond to his first text or his second or his third or fourth. And then she unfriends him on Facebook and it feels like a slap in the face, even though it shouldn’t because this should feel like a relief.

He was living a lie, not telling her about his beliefs when he knew how devout she was. It’s better now that everything is out in the open. People like them are just not meant to be together. They can still be friends.

It’s what he tells himself when he flinches after seeing the notification.

He forgets sometimes that he’s known Sana for just as long as he’s known Elias. Sometimes it feels like she’s an aloof stranger, with her all-knowing smirks and patronizing half-grins and her haughty even Mama can play better than you, Elias; she is unknowable, his best friend’s serious little sister.

There are other times, though, when he remembers the little girl she used to be. He remembers he used to find her a bit annoying, mostly because she would always whoop his ass at basketball and smile arrogantly down at him while Elias laughed from the side. When they were smaller, Sana was a staple part of the boys’ group.

Much has changed.

But much has also remained.

She is just as straightforward now as she used to be. She asks him without hesitation or judgment, “Why don’t you believe in Allah?” And as he stutters and stumbles through his explanation, she listens. Listens to him bare his soul to her, his pain and tries to understand him.

And he wants so badly to revel in her eloquence about the peace her faith brings her because it is the same peace he used to know, but that part of him doesn’t see things the same way anymore. He only sees the cold hospital room and Even lying in a bed with too many corners, machines helping him breathe.

He asks her why religion divides society so much when it is meant to find peace. She doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t expect her to.

He walks her home and in his heart, it feels like a blossoming something, the way he supposes it must feel after the first date with the person who ends up being your soulmate. If they were different people, he supposes he would’ve kissed her on the steps to her house. She smiles at him, the lines of her nose and mouth softened by the lamplight, and he allows himself the luxury of believing that she would’ve kissed him back. And it would’ve been childish and sloppy and they would’ve pulled away blushing, but it would’ve been something.

And he wants so badly to tell her, but then her mother is calling her name and Sana is turning away from him yet again. He watches her walk away. He’s always watching her walk away.

It doesn’t occur to him until he is at home, staring at the ceiling in his room, that maybe he shouldn’t tell her what he wants.

The things he wants are wicked and broken things to want.

Even looks good tonight. He’s happy and smiling and content. He’s such a far cry from the broken boy Yousef had last seen that he almost doesn’t recognize Even at the karaoke bar. But he’s still Even. Tall and blond and angular with the same eyes that are looking at him with fear and uncertainty.

Yousef hates that the boy who used to be his best friend in the whole world looks at him like he’s bracing himself for a punch. And he knows this is not his doing, that the events that unfolded between Even and Mikael were not his fault, that he had been the only one of the group to try and console Even after the fight, but in this moment Yousef hates himself. And he knows that he’s not a Muslim anymore and that he doesn’t believe in Allah, but he sends a makeshift prayer to any deity that is listening to please, please make sure that nothing bad happens tonight.

Perhaps he just doesn’t know to pray anymore, because exactly what he feared would happen, happens. He doesn’t know who throws the first punch, but within moments they are all fighting. Except for Even and Yousef. Even is frozen, but when his eyes meet Yousef’s, they are pleading him to please make this stop. And the pain in Even’s eyes is too much for him to stomach so he stumbles inside the bar, seeking out the only person he knows will make things better.

Sana.

He tells her about the fight and she looks at him with fear in her eyes, but steel also. She gathers herself and rushes out, her shirt snapping behind her. Yousef can’t follow her. He’s too scared of what he’ll find out there.

She is so strong. He wonders if she realizes.

“Are you alright, Yousef?” He looks up, dazed. Sana’s pretty, blond friend is looking down at him, concerned. He searches around in his memory for her name, but every time he thinks of her, his memories of Sana overpower and disgusts him how base he must be. He tries to be a good friend, a good man, a good Muslim. He doesn’t drink. He's never touched anything more than a girl’s shoulder. He works with children so he remembers his duty to make the world a better place for them.

But he’s failed because he’s failed Even, he’s failed his friends and he’s failed his faith. And when he should be worrying about his friends and Even, he’s thinking of Sana, a girl that is much too pure for the likes of him to corrupt.

He should really tell Sana’s friend that no he’s not alright, that he’s actually really messed up, but he needs to feel something other than anger and disgust, so he smiles up at her as slyly as he can, trying not to grimace when she returns it with her own grin. He lets her take his hands into her own. He lets her lead them in a makeshift dance to whatever Jason Derulo song the speakers are pounding out. And when she leans into him, he lets her kiss him too. Because he needs to stop thinking—about Mikael, about Even, and especially about Sana.

He's not allowed to feel the way he feels about his best friend's sister, forbidden by more than one force. He can't be the one responsible for bringing more discord into their group,. He's seen the terrible consequences a crush can have, no matter how innocent.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he could die a thousand heroic deaths and he still wouldn’t deserve Sana.

So he kisses Sana’s pretty friend and tries to lose himself, to feel nothing more than the silky slide of her lips against his own.

But he is young and he is oh so foolish and that night he dreams of a different universe where he is Yousef and she is Sana, and there is nothing more to them than that. She smiles at him the way she smiled in the lamplight, all softness and trust, and luminescence. He traces the plane of her cheekbone. She tangles her fingers in his hair. His hand cradles her face. When he puts his lips on hers, she does not push him away.

And again he is reminded of the Turkish sun, not of the uncomfortable heat of it pounding down on his back, but the incandescent beauty with which it illuminated every facet of the green countryside.

She tastes like salvation.

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