#a little unsatisfied with the colors i chose ... anon if you are unsatisfied too i have no qualms of changing it !!

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Listen To Your Captain | NSFW (Buggy x GN!reader)

Based on this lovely request!! Anon, this was such a good idea and I loved planning and writing it! I hope you enjoy! ♡ Word count: ~2.1k Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, oral - reader receiving, sex, morning sex, buggy miiiight have a lil uniform or roleplay kink, "apologetic" buggy. All parties are consenting adults.

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The early morning air was heavy, weighed down by lingering sleep. A blanket that both kept the tired tucked in their slumber, and draped around early risers to ease them into the day. Buggy was bathed in the artificially bright lights surrounding his vanity mirror, nearly blinding him to everything but the reflection of his empty canvas. He propped his head up, knuckles digging into temple and long hair drifting down, as he lazily browsed the multitude of colors and products occupying the tabletop. 

You watched, peering around the doorway to share in the quiet comfort of Buggy’s morning routine. It used to surprise you to see how he approached the day - starting with a moment of calm and order. This was often the only portion of his day he willingly indulged in qualities that were vastly opposite of the persona he exuded. It started with a swipe of a wet washcloth to clear away the night’s sleep, then organization of his clothes for the day, and the remaining time spent curating a masterpiece.

Seemingly unsatisfied with the visible selection, Buggy started rummaging through drawers and nearby boxes. This was the moment. After allowing yourself a pause to admire his toned arms and the flex of muscles that rippled down his back, you cautiously tiptoed over. Moving under the clamor of make-up and face paint containers knocking against each other, you sidled your way to your goal, guided by a beacon of orange. With the prize in hand, you quickly escaped to the dressing room.

And that’s where Buggy found you, clad in the clothes you slept in. His clothes. You wore a threadbare striped shirt, an article he would have burned if you hadn’t claimed it after deeming the ripped sleeves “fashionable.” It hung loosely on you, barely covering underwear that you also probably pilfered from the pirate. And topping your ill begotten outfit was his captain’s hat. While Buggy hadn’t noticed your stealthy activity, it was hard to overlook the dull emptiness left in the hat’s absence.

You admired your patchwork costume in the tilted mirror, basking in stolen affection. The hat was a little big on your head and you had to tilt it back for it to sit well. Supporting the outer edges with your fingertips, you pivoted and admired the items from different angles, until a few degrees too many brought an unexpected blob into your line of sight. The man whose fondness you had draped on yourself stood nearby, arms crossed and weight shifted to one side. Your eyes flitted up and down his mostly nude form, skimming past his broad chest dappled with hair that trailed down to the towel wrapped around his waist in favor of admiring the whole picture.

“It’s too early for this shit,�� he stated plainly, voice still gravelly due to a few grains of sleep hanging tight. Buggy’s routine was interrupted. You messed with his preparation and pulled him away from one of the few self-care activities he tolerated. “C’mon, hand it over.” The demand came with an annoyed flick of two fingers, beckoning you over. 

It was the only warning he would give before taking the hat back himself. A warning you chose to ignore. Buggy let loose an annoyed huff before his hand whizzed towards you.

“Stop!” you said firmly. A command his hand obeyed, surprisingly. “Is that anyway to treat your captain?” Your hands flourished around the hat, a reminder of the power it symbolized. 

Buggy tensed at your display. His eyes narrowed as he recalled his hand. Stepping forward, he met the appendage and approached you.

“What did you say?” His voice was as tight as the grin it emerged from.

You held fast, refusing to sink into the maelstrom in his eyes.

“You heard me. This is no way to treat your captain.” You shook your head slightly in disappointment. “In fact, I think you need to apologize for that outburst.”

“Apologize?” Buggy repeated, wanting to be sure he understood what you were asking. He licked his lips in anticipation of your affirmation.

“Mhm, apologize. Ask your captain for forgiveness.”

Buggy nodded slowly, contemplating the next part of this act. Prompted by the expectant raise of your eyebrows, the pirate lowered himself to the ground. Seated on his knees, Buggy looked up at you through long lashes, knowing exactly what effect this would have on you. Pulling back the grin threatening to break free, the performer let his face fall and crinkled his brows in a show of concern. Balled fists rested on his knees, as if they held chains of regret for his actions.

“Captain, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way,” Buggy said with a heavy voice and fluttering lashes.

“What way?” You spoke quickly with the bit of air that wasn’t caught in your throat. 

You bit your lip and frowned, trying to hide how turned on you were becoming. You didn’t actually expect Buggy to play along, and you definitely didn’t anticipate that he’d be such a formidable participant. Very poor foresight, considering he’s a performer and a clown - a lover of theater and games.

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you so rudely, Captain. It was disrespectful- I was disrespectful,” Buggy lamented. He reached up to grab the edge of your shirt before continuing. “Please show your lowly forsaken crew member mercy, my dearest Captain.” The words were spoken into the hem of your shirt in between groveling kisses.

Every word from his mouth created chaos inside you - pounding, aching, twisting, throbbing. And the teasing lilt within each ‘captain,’ left your head spinning. Flustered, you tried to back away and failed. His hold only allowed you to take a partial step, creating a space that he quickly closed. He slipped his hands under the shirt and onto your hips, keeping you from escaping further.

“Don’t go… Let me show you how sorry I am,” Buggy said softly as he slid down the underwear you wore. 

Bare hands dragged along your legs and Buggy relished the shiver that coursed through your body afterwards. He leaned in to kiss your thighs, slightly tilting his head upwards to accommodate his nose. Puffs of sound cascaded down - your unsuccessful attempts to speak while simultaneously trying to hold in the lustful noises that threaten to spill out.

Before you could form a full syllable, the pirate licked his way up your leg and to the treasure that was demanding attention. There, he busied himself through hand and mouth, focused solely on showing you how truly apologetic he was. The wet sounds and murmurs of pleasure that flooded the room were slightly muffled by the vast amount of clothing hung around the perimeter. The gentle muting made you self-conscious of anything that slipped from your own lips, since they felt unnecessarily loud in comparison.

You switched between keeping your eyes shut and staring at the ceiling, which was draped in fabric designed to look like the night sky. The silk stars started to dance and twinkle as you felt the tension in your body increasing. An errant hand caressed your cheek, a sweet gesture to inform you of the floating visitor. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face into Buggy’s touch. It was warm and comforting. After a moment, it maneuvered your head into a particular position. Facing the mirror. 

The sight took a moment to register. Your flushed face with eyes barely open. Your lips were parted slightly in anticipation of a moan you held inside. And below was Buggy. His hair danced as he tasted you, his arm flexed as he touched you, his hips rolled as the erection that hid under the towel begged for attention.

Finally pulling his head away, Buggy locked eyes with your reflection. His lips glistened, covered in spit and sex. A drop of something fell from his mouth and onto his lap, joining others that fell earlier.

“Captain-” the word earned a soft gasp from your mouth, “-is this an appropriate apology?” The hand he left between your legs pulled another sound from your lips. A whiney moan, which Buggy happily took as an negative answer. “I can do more,” he offered.

Picking you up with disembodied arms, Buggy nearly dragged you back into the other room. All you could do was hold onto the ill-fitting hat with a weak grip, afraid to lose it in the brief journey. The pirate settled back onto the chair in front of his vanity, the light danced on the sheen of sweat coating his body. His cock, which had been freed when the towel was discarded at some point, twitched as Buggy brought you into place in front of him. It pulsed out a few drops of precum, which trickled down the already slick shaft.

“C’mere,” he encouraged, “I got you.” Buggy helped you straddle his lap and guided your hips until his wet tip was brushing against your entrance.

With one hand on his shoulder and the other still holding the damn hat, you eased yourself down and felt him stretch you open with a delicious ache. Buggy’s half-embedded cock throbbed against your tightness, adding to the pressure and pleasure. Craving more, you sunk down until his entire length was inside and you felt incredibly full. You moaned weakly and leaned into Buggy as you felt his cock fight for space within the confines of your body.

Buggy pulled you closer. He wrapped an arm around your waist and began to thrust. His head rested on your shoulder so he could whisper into your ear.

“M’so sorry, Captain.” “Please forgive me, I d-didn’t mean it.” “You’re so tight.” “Please let me keep fucking you.” “I p-promise to be good.” “C-captain, I’m s-sorry.”

Your own moans got louder with each apologetic thrust and you felt the tension in your core increase rapidly.

“F-fuck, I forgive you,” you cried. You wrapped your arms around Buggy and threaded a hand in his long hair, clinging to him tightly as your body threatened to give in and the hat threatened to fall off. “I want you to do this to me every day. I w-want you to fuck me like this every - haah - every day. C-captain’s orders…"

Buggy groaned and tightened his grip on your body. A hand slipped between your legs to give you the extra pressure you craved and he bucked into you ferociously as his control slipped. Pulling his face away from your neck, Buggy’s lips seeked out yours for a kiss.

“Every f-fucking day,” he said against your mouth.

The taste of his promise tipped you over the edge and Buggy greedily drank your moans and whimpers as you trembled and came on his cock. Buggy’s own high wasn’t far behind.

“Just a little longer,” he grunted, “I’m so close.”

“S’ok, t-take your time,” you mumbled softly, resting your forehead against his. 

Buggy’s body ignored the offer and allowed the climax to hit before the words finished leaving your mouth. His movements stuttered as he spilled inside your body. He could feel some of the cum escape with his movement and trickle down his balls. Eventually, his muscles gave out and he stilled beneath.

The two of you remained connected, stuck together with cum, sweat, and fondness. Your chests heaved, pulling in burning breaths after the unplanned morning workout. A few moments passed. You pushed yourself back a bit. Still seated on his lap and on him, you gazed at the man beneath you. Buggy’s trademark glare had settled onto his face. Not out of anger or frustration, but simply due to an empty head trying to reset itself.

Reaching out, you brushed away strands of cerulean hair that stuck to his skin. You raked your fingers through his hair, watching as his eyes closed and his expression softened. You pulled a few locks free on one side of his face and braided the long hair. Rather than combing through the ends as you worked, you let them twist as well, before pulling them through the braid to lock it in place. You adjusted the hair, fluffing it carefully, before moving onto the other side. Once that braid was complete, you gave it a little tug. And then the other one. And then the scowl returned. 

You returned Buggy’s expression with a smile and finally lifted the orange hat off your head. Buggy rolled his eyes and tilted his head forwards, ready to accept the responsibility you were bestowing back to him. The item was finally returned to its rightful owner.

Buggy plucked at the striped shirt you were wearing. “What do I need to do to get this back?” 

Movement inside your body betrayed the ideas already running through Buggy’s head. Eager to chase those ideas, you rolled your hips and pulled your captain in for a kiss.

[uwua3]

may I request taichi with friend/crush reader? reader asked taichi to help them dye their hair, and while the hair dye is processing they start to awkwardly flirt/joke with each other to the point that they don't notice how much time passed and the dye became too dark. i'm sorry if this is too specific, but thank you so much in advance if you do write it! take care! c:

hi hi, anon~ ☆ thank you so much for requesting! this made me sososo #Happy because taichi deserves all the love in the world 💗 !! ∪･ω･∪ please give our baby puppy nanao your heart 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he deserves it! you also deserve love, anon~ ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) please accept all my #Love 💖✨ for this prompt! thank you for everything, i love you lots, okay? :D 💕

summary: when your best friend, taichi, texts you there’s an emergency, you come running to a bad hair day

author’s note: please love taichi lots, reader! that’s all~ have a good rest of your day and remember taichi & i will always love you sososo much !! (>◡<♡).:｡

word count: 3,055

music: dream boy – waterparks

bad hair day!

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

“where is he?!”

sakyo stared down at you, opening the door after waking up to repetitive pounding that nearly shook the whole dorm

you were still in your pajamas and out of breath—did you run over here?

before sakyo could angrily swear at you for making no sense just past midnight, you ducked underneath his arm and escaped around the corner

although some dorm lights were on, most of the rooms were pitch black as expected of it being a school day tomorrow. you were about to sprint into the slightly ajar door of room 105 before omi stepped out, an amused smile greeting you

“taichi’s in the bathroom, if you’re looking for him.” omi gestured towards the shared bathrooms at the end of the hallway, to which you gratefully thanked him and ran off again

(omi looked after you, a smile upon his tired expression. “kids these days.” omi yawned, heading back into his dorms and shutting the door softly behind him)

you didn’t take as much consideration into your actions before you slid into the communal bathroom, slamming the door behind you with uncontrollable force. you leaned against it, panting as you finally saw him

nanao taichi was sitting near the sink with three (3) boxes of random hair dye on the counters, very obviously confused and distressed

“taichi, what’s the emergency?!”

“my hair dye isn’t the right shade!”

“... are you serious?”

this was it. it was hair–dye day

except this time, it wouldn’t be just taichi’s hair transformation—you were getting a new look, too!

how did you get yourself into this mess exactly? maybe sleepily reading an urgent message from your best friend late at night declaring he was having an “emergency” wasn’t a good idea after all...

there was something about taichi’s big puppy eyes that couldn’t make you say no despite all your frustration, so here you were, tiredly following an overexcited boy down the aisles of the local convenience store

did i mention it was way too late? on a school day, by the way? i didn’t, well, now you know!

“taichi,” you called out, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes and tried not to wince at the bright led lights of the display. taichi barely paid attention, humming an incoherent answer as he browsed the rainbow shelf of hair dyes in front of him

“don’t you think... we should wait until tomorrow?” taichi seemed to process your words a moment late, because he turned towards you, bewildered as if you were the crazy one

yeah, you were crazy. taichi definitely wasn’t holding three wildly different boxes of hair dye and debating between all of them. he also definitely didn’t mislead you into thinking something happened when all he had was s bad hair day. you knew you had to intervene or else his usual red would become kazunari’s palette

“tomorrow? what’s wrong with now?”

“it’s almost midnight, we have school in nearly seven hours, and i know for a fact you didn’t do your homework.”

(taichi flinched at that and you were unsatisfied to see you were right, as always)

“i know that, but!—” “it’s midnight.” “hey, new day, new you, right?” “we have school in a few hours.” “think of how cool you’ll be showing up with dyed hair!” “you have homework.”

“i know, i know,” taichi shrugged, holding the boxes up to his line of sight with serious consideration as he glanced at you. with one look at your tiredness, taichi put the red cart down and completely faced you, putting his hands on your shoulders with a pout

“come on, don’t be like that!” taichi whined, nearly stomping his feet when you just huffed and looked away. jumping so he stayed in your view, it was like a pet wanting attention and using its cuteness as its charm

“hey, hey, look at me, please~?” taichi dragged out, moving his hands so they cupped your cheeks. he made you look at him and all you saw was a backwards baseball cap on a head of nearly half black hair and wide cyan eyes. he looked fully awake, you wondered where his infectious energy came from

“turn that frown, upside down!” taichi turned the corners of your lips up with his pointer fingers, making you automatically smile with the way his giggle got louder. “that’s my best friend!” taichi patted your cheeks again and bounced back down to his heels, rocking back and forth on his worn down sneakers

“look at us! we’re two high schoolers about to make an impulsive decision! nothing could go wrong!” taichi laughed and although there were a million things that could’ve gone wrong, you just sighed with a smile on your face

“you’re right.” you said even if he wasn’t. taichi just picked the cart back up and tilted his head towards the dyes, asking for your opinion on what colors you liked

you chose red, too. when taichi questioned why curiously, you patted his head and responded with, “so we can match!”. the boxes of hair dye you both bought were red just like taichi’s face when you answered honestly

sneaking back into the bathroom to avoid the “you have school” lecture from a very pissed off sakyo who still couldn’t go back to sleep, you and taichi failed at hushed whispers. everything felt like a joke and it didn’t exactly help taichi found everything you did hilarious and comical

setting down the boxes like it was second nature, taichi let out a sound of excitement at the colors. even if you were running on little to no sleep, you felt the same with the adrenaline of looking like a new person in just a few hours

“we’re gonna look so cool!” taichi squealed, taking his time mixing the dye color with the bowl and brush quickly

you sat on the sink counter, swinging your legs as taichi leaned onto the surface next to you, rambling away about how popular red was this season and how all the students will fall in love with his trendiness

used to your friend’s lovesick, hopeless romantic antics, you fondly rolled your eyes as you stretched, stifling a yawn

“is that why you decided to dye your hair tonight?”

“... maybe. there was advice that having perfext roots would attract any woman in my favorite love advice column!”

“...” “do you think people will like my hair?” “they might think we’re a couple since we’re matching.”

taichi suddenly stopped mixing, staring at the bowl wide eyed at the red dye. you were about to ask what happened, before taichi nervously laughed and looked towards the ground

“u–us? a couple?! no way...” taichi blurted out, avoiding your eyes as he began mixing even faster

“do you want me to change my color then—?” you cautiously started, about to change your mind before taichi interrupted hastily, almost knocking the other boxes over by waving his gloved hands

“no! i mean, haha... no, no, it’s fine! don’t worry about it!” taichi laughed so you slowly nodded, not buying it but deciding to go with the flow anyways. you were too tired to think about it too hard

you both unanimously agreed that taichi would dye your hair first. after all, he had more experience doing this by himself until you came along

one thing though, you didn’t want to ruin your pajama shirt. after rummaging through his closet quietly, you felt a t–shirt land on your head and heard a victorious laugh from the doorway

lifting the shirt, you recognized the one–eyed monster graphic design on the front, its tongue sticking out with some graffiti text above its head

“are you sure? you always wear this one?” you hesitated to take it before taichi forced it back into your hands, his expression easy and humorous

“take it, it’ll look better on you, anyways.” taichi casually said and you wondered how many smooth pick up lines he’s been reading. but, one look at his light smile and you could tell he genuinely meant it

returning back into the bathroom wearing a black t–shirt, you had changed into his t–shirt as well. while you were making sure all the dyes were separated to avoid any accidents, you barely noticed taichi stop dead in his tracks

(how come you looked so... good, in his t–shirt? maybe, he should give you his clothes more often... taichi gulped, wondering why he was suddenly feeling this way. it must’ve been the lack of sleep, the tiredness of staying up past his usual bedtime, that’s all!)

“are you ready for the best hair day ever?”

unexpectedly, taichi was quiet for the next hour or so. you could tell from the way he carefully applied just the right amount on your roots to how he knew the time on the box without even looking

maybe it was the way neither of you had proper sleep schedules, but you nearly fell asleep when taichi began combing your hair. after letting it develop, taichi began evenly distributing the red color while humming a popular pop song from his playlist in the background

you didn’t know when you dozed off, but you woke up to a flash of a camera and heard taichi’s snickers right in front of you. rubbing your eyes, you sat up straighter to notice a plastic bag was wrapped around your hair with an empty bowl of red dye discarded in the sink

“morning, sleepyhead~!” taichi greeted way too happily at this hour, making you groan as you stood up. “you didn’t sleep, taichi?” you wondered out loud, noticing how he scrolled through his phone aimlessly with a nonchalant sound

“yawn—i mean! i’m not even tired, gotta wait for your timer to go off to rinse your hair!” (it was his rule that he was always the last person to sleep if he was with you) taichi proudly held up his phone and showed you the screen, as if you could see it from there

(maybe if you could, you would’ve prevented the disaster about to occur in the very near future)

“your turn, puppy. come over here.” you stretched and taichi squealed, running over just to nearly knock over the chair from excitement. taichi always liked doing things with you, and you pampering him made him feel a lot happier than he’d like to admit

“can you stay still?” “i’m trying~! geez, so mean first thing in the morning... uuh...” “awww come on, don’t act like a kicked puppy, taichi!” “woof...”

it was the saddest bark you’ve ever heard. you smiled even if taichi was squirming in his seat and pet his dry hair, your best friend automatically leaning into your touch with a content sigh as he closed his eyes. oh, finally! taichi went still, letting you start the dye process quickly

just like you, taichi was on the verge of staying awake and falling asleep. it was nice to have someone taking care of you like a little kid, not to mention how neither of you have slept for more than half a hour at time. as you applied the rest and making sure all the sections were even, taichi stirred in his sleep with a cute yawn again

“i’m cool, right?” taichi mumbled, seemingly getting closer and closer to snoring. you held back a snicker, nodding your head as you kept going with the dye. for your first time, it wasn’t even that bad

“yes, of course. you’re the coolest boy at o high, taichi.” you reassured truthfully, to which taichi pouted like a kid, crossing his arms and leaning his head back. you made sure none of the dye dripped off before you started painting the bright red on again

“that’s not true... juza and tenma go to o high... they’re so popular, everyone loves them.” taichi added on sadly, but you knew he meant it and it wasn’t just fishing for compliments. wondering why a boy as amazing as taichi would have an inferiorty complex, you frowned and tried to focus on applying the dye

“well, i think you’re the coolest to me, then. after all, juza and tenma don’t have this cool red hair!” you almost ruffled his hair but stopped, knowing it’d mess up the part. taichi must’ve sensed you were about to do so, because he let out a loud, sudden laugh with a big smile

“hehe, you’re the coolest to me, too!” taichi trailed off into a low voice, about to fall asleep for good. you wrapped his head to make sure the hair stayed in place, satisfied with your hard work and dedication to your best friend’s appearance

“do you say that to everyone you meet?” you joked, but taichi just shook his head vigirously, entering sleepy puppy mode anyways

“no, just you, you know why~?”

“why?”

“‘cause... i like y...”

taichi snored, his head falling lower as he fell asleep for good. you didn’t even process it, deciding to take the seat next to him without checking the time

time to get some shut eye...

you slowly woke up, realizing that you were now laying your head on top of taichi’s. he was almost drooling on your shoulder, even breaths leaving his lips as he continued sleeping. you lifted your head to look around for the reason why you woke up, until you noticed the constant ringing of taichi’s phone on the sink counter

“puppy, wake up, it’s time to rinse our hair.” you pushed taichi off, automatically waking him up as he rapidly blinked, trying to focus his blurry vision as he yawned

“... has the sun always been up?”

you froze, staring at taichi’s casual expression before it morphed into shock, his wide eyes finding yours with urgency. don’t tell me...

you rushed off the chair, nearly hitting it to the ground as you grabbed taichi’s vibrating phone, looking at the screen. instead of a timer for rinsing, it was labeled for starting the school day

“taichi.” you said, slowly turning to see him staring back at you. the realization dawned upon both of you severely. “we have school in less than a hour.”

mankai bathrooms were always chaotic in the morning, especially with twenty (20) plus boys all sharing one space. yet, today might’ve been the worst day to use the bathroom yet

you and taichi immediately began cleaning up and rinsing your hair at the same time, losing your minds over the lack of time as you two knew both your hair could not be saved

“what if i’m not cool anymore?!”

“can we focus on going to school on time?”

(banri and juza were exchanging their usual harsh morning greetings to each other, walking side by side to the bathroom only to hear taichi’s pierching shriek and your immediate scream back. they shared a look before collectively going back to their room, not wanting to know. it was the first thing they agreed upon in a while)

taichi dashed out of the bathroom with half a hour to spare, quickly putting on his uniform on without noticing omi who stood by the door, holding onto taichi’s backpack with an amused glint to his eyes

when taichi finally found his o high dark green blazer and pants (his dress shirt buttons were mismatched, but that wasn’t important), he was about to run right past omi before omi put his arm out, stopping taichi from leaving

“forgetting something?” omi held out taichi’s backpack with a packed lunch, making taichi exhale with relief as he took it gratefully. “omi, you’re the best ever!”

omi instead shook his head and crossed his arms, gesturing towards the bathroom where you were still cleaning up the red mess

“no, they’re the best. make sure you tell them that.” omi scolded gently, ruffling taichi’s hair but suddenly narrowing his eyes, looking the teen up and down with a confused look

“huh...? didn’t you dye your hair, why isn’t it that red?”

“don’t remind me, omi!”

(fun fact: leaving hair dye on for longer than 45 minutes will in fact, make the color much darker than intended)

(also... dry hair...)

you luckily brought your uniform, thinking the big emergency would require a sleepover. you stepped out of the bathroom and apologized to the bewildered and incredulous line that formed outside, rushing off to find taichi shoving a piece of bread in his mouth

“here! catch!” you assumed taichi tried to say, because his words were muffled as he threw you something from the kitchen. you caught it with ease, putting it in your pocket as you and taichi said goodbye to everyone in the dorms

you two didn’t even bother addressing why taichi’s hair was many shades darker and why yours was red as well. you two just left and prayed to whoever was listening you’d make it to school on time... or else

half way through making it out the door, you and taichi finally caught each other’s eyes and burst into laughter, nearly falling onto each other in the middle of the sidewalk like a bunch of weirdos

“yo! look at our hair!” taichi spluttered out, reaching up to touch your now red hair. you wheezed, trying to not cry from the sheer audacity of the strange situation at hand

“dude, look at your hair! it’s even darker!” you laughed and even though his bright red hair was apart of his identity, taichi couldn’t stop laughing just because he went through it with you

“am i still cool?”

“definitely, even cooler now, i think.”

the laughter died down and taichi wrapped his arm around your shoulder, grinning like there was no tomorrow

“you’re the best. i’m so lucky to have you.”

you suddenly remembered something you didn’t respond to just mere hours ago, and figured it was better late than never

“i like you, too.”

when taichi overcame his visible shock and multiple “are you serious?! don’t play with my feelings like that!” and figuring out you were being honest, he slipped his hand into yours with a visible jump to his step as you two walked to school

even if he wore gloves, his hands were still somewhat stained red from the hair dye that started it all

(“did you do the homework this morning?”)

(“... we had homework?”)

(“oh, taichi...”)

[miraculousstorytelling]

Chloe x Sabrina Drunk Kiss

Okay, well an anon requested Chloe and Sabrina 4 for the Sweet Affectionate Moments Meme, and tumblr promptly ate it when I tried to save the draft, so to the anon who requested a Chloe and Sabrina drunk kiss, here is your fic!

This one was a lot of fun to write. :) Thanks very much @breeeliss for all of the feedback on this!

Ever since lycée, Sabrina had been accustomed to a specific sort of relationship with Chloe Bourgeois. Specifically, she had grown used to being her support, being her friend, and being her confidante. Always, however, silent and sidelined, in whatever capacity she served. She was happy to live in Chloe’s shadow.

Sure, Chloe showed she cared in the small ways only Chloe could manage. A new pin, a gorgeous hat, an invite to a luxurious trip… She was kind in her own way, and as she grew older, their friendship grew closer. It felt less like living in Chloe’s shadow and more like resting in a beam of warm sunlight only she could access.

Along the way, Sabrina had watched dozens of men flirt and flatter their way into Chloe’s life, and she’d seen each of them walk away unsatisfied, ambitions unfulfilled. She had been the one constant, even more so than Adrien. Even more so than Chloe’s own father in some ways.

Perhaps that was why she shouldn’t have been surprised at her own reaction to the single men who chased after Chloe following a particularly nasty breakup. Perhaps her words were sharper than necessary, and she was more critical than she had a right to be about who Chloe pursued. Perhaps she should have realized that when she watched Chloe flirt, the sick feeling in her stomach wasn’t a desire to protect her friend. Sabrina finally had to admit to herself that she was jealous. Not enough to be a problem, but enough to indicate that maybe she wasn’t friends with Chloe so much as pining after Chloe.

Her only trouble now was what to do about it. Chloe had never indicated so much as a slight interest in girls. Sabrina would know, after all, because Chloe told her everything. The deep admiration and love Chloe had once professed for Ladybug had given Sabrina a small, brief thrill of hope, but that soon ended when Chloe threw herself into dating men at university.

Sabrina sidelined the decision of what to do with her feelings and chose instead to follow Chloe, as she always did, chasing the impossible, and clutching at scraps of warmth and light. Chloe studied politics and fashion and whatever else she fancied while Sabrina studied economics and business, determined to be an asset in Chloe’s future. After all, if she couldn’t love her, couldn’t progress past the point of wishing and hoping, at the very least, she could still support her.

Then came the party. Sabrina had always gone as the friend who kept an eye on Chloe, fending off drunks and reporters alike, but this time, Chloe assured her she should be the one to have a good time.

“Besides, I’m having brunch with Daddykins tomorrow, so I can be the sober one for once.” Chloe grinned and nudged the shot glass closer to Sabrina’s hand. “Drink up.”

She hesitated, glancing between Chloe and the glass. “Okay.”

Three drinks later and she was thoroughly drunk, her thoughts buzzing pleasantly as she rested her head on Chloe’s shoulder. She’d lost track of what she was saying. Apparently, she was a chatty drunk. Chloe seemed amused by the sight.

“Thanks for taking me out tonight.” Sabrina giggled. “It’s probably the closest I’ll get to a date. Ever.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Chloe shot back. “We wouldn’t be friends if you weren’t worth someone’s time. You just need to meet the right person.”

“I did already.” Sabrina paused. Something about saying this felt off, as if distant alarms filled her mind, but they were too far away to be heard properly. “She’s not…” She swallowed thickly, the rest of the thought fizzling out on her tongue. “I’m thirsty.”

“She?” Chloe quirked a brow, motioning to the bartender for a glass of water.

“You.” The alarms suddenly blared to life much closer, reminding her that she wasn’t supposed to say that. This was a secret. This was a mistake. She looked up at Chloe, at her dearest friend, and she bit her lip. In that moment, she knew she’d flown just a little too close to the sun. She’d tried for too much. Asked for something she could never have. She was going to fall and burn and regret everything.

“Me?” Chloe asked.

Sabrina tried to stammer out a response, but nothing came. She looked down, but a perfectly manicured finger lifted her chin instead. She met those blue eyes again and slowly nodded, a sick feeling in her stomach.

“Me.”

While Chloe watched her, brows furrowed and eyes calculating, Sabrina waited for a response. The confession Sabrina had sworn she’d take to her grave lingered in the air, but with every passing second, it seemed less like a monumental mistake and more like something she should have done years ago. Because Chloe wasn’t laughing or shooting her down or making up an excuse to leave early.

In fact, Chloe was smiling, the faintest blush coloring her cheeks. “How long?”

Sabrina didn’t answer her. She could hardly hear the question over her heart thundering in her ears. All she knew was Chloe wasn’t pushing her away, and Chloe wasn’t telling her to leave and Chloe…

Sabrina moved closer, her knees knocking against Chloe’s as she surged forward and made the impulsive decision to kiss Chloe Bourgeois. The instant their lips met, Sabrina couldn’t bring herself to regret the choice. Living on the periphery of Chloe’s world, always close but never so intimate, was like a blizzard compared to the heat of her hands and her lips and her smile. Sabrina felt dizzy, her world spinning and revolving around golden hair and sugary lip gloss. She reached one hand out to cup the side of Chloe’s jaw, careful not to smudge her makeup or touch her perfectly styled hair. After all, she knew exactly how much effort went into each detail of Chloe’s flawless appearance.

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Chloe finally began to return Sabrina’s kiss. Where Sabrina had rushed in, Chloe savored. Her lips moved over Sabrina’s with more tenderness than Sabrina had ever seen with the men Chloe had kissed over the years. Her fingers slid back through Sabrina’s hair and trailed over the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down Sabrina’s spine. After so many years of holding back, Sabrina was acutely aware of every movement of Chloe’s hands over her, especially when her free hand settled on Sabrina’s hip.

Chloe drew back, and Sabrina chased her for a second, softer kiss, cupping the back of Chloe’s neck and holding her exactly where Sabrina wanted. Her heart sang with the faintest hope that maybe Chloe could feel something for her in return. Maybe she’d been pining all these years for nothing. She trailed a hand down Chloe’s arm, and she broke off the kiss with a gasp when she heard Chloe moan in response.

Sabrina looked up at Chloe. Part of her liked to think she’d never seen Chloe look quite so red, quite so dazed, quite so…smitten.

Chloe finally opened her eyes. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t know you liked me.”

“I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“Why not?” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Sabrina, I’ve been telling you for years that you’re a lot more interesting than you give yourself credit for.”

“But you…” Sabrina cautiously moved closer. “You never said anything about girls before.”

“Neither did you.” Chloe raised a brow. “I guess we both kept secrets.”

“So, you…” Sabrina brushed her thumb over the side of Chloe’s knee, hesitant to push for more contact but hungry for more after their kiss. “You like me, too?”

Chloe chuckled. “You noticed that?”

“How long?” Sabrina asked, hardly believing it, almost wondering if she’d passed out at the bar and started dreaming.

“Long enough.”

“Since lycée?”

Chloe didn’t answer. She moved away to scoop up her bag and stand up.

“Chloe-”

Chloe quickly paid their tab and offered Sabrina a hand up. “Let’s finish this in private.”

Sabrina blushed. “O-okay.” She slipped her hand in Chloe’s, a bit unsteady with the buzz of several shots clouding her mind.

Chloe supported her with one arm and called for her driver with her free hand. She rattled off an address while Sabrina wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in closer, half out of necessity and half out of a sudden desire to chase the scent of Chloe’s perfume.

She stumbled once or twice on the way to the car, but Chloe kept her upright. After years of being on other side of situations just like this every night, Sabrina couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of Chloe being the one to hold her and keep her secure.

They settled into the back of the limo.

“Just drive. It doesn’t matter where,” Chloe instructed before closing the divider. She turned to look at Sabrina. “A year.”

“A year?” Sabrina frowned, puzzling over Chloe’s answer for a moment before her eyes widened. “Wait… A year?”

“Maybe longer.” Chloe shrugged. “It took me a while to notice.”

“And you didn’t-”

“You said you weren’t interested in dating.” Chloe folded her arms over her chest. “How long have you liked me?”

“Long enough.” Sabrina echoed Chloe’s answer with a small, sunny smile. She didn’t wait for more questions or offer further explanation. She moved closer and dove in for another kiss. This time, she wasn’t so concerned about Chloe’s hair or makeup. They didn’t seem quite so important now that she knew Chloe was actually interested in her. This time, she was bold enough to settle a hand on Chloe’s waist and thread her fingertips in the loose hair at nape of Chloe’s neck. Warmth filled her chest when Chloe softened under her touch, giving Sabrina the courage to part her lips and taste Chloe’s soft lips for herself.

Chloe tugged her closer, nearly knocking her off balance. Sabrina landed, with a soft exhale on Chloe’s lap, legs neatly tucked to her right as Chloe stroked a hand through Sabrina’s hair. “How long?” Chloe asked again, her lips brushing over Sabrina’s.

“Too long,” Sabrina whispered against Chloe’s parted lips before kissing her again. Her hands trailed down Chloe’s arms, light brushes against Chloe’s skin until she reached the bracelet she’d given Chloe as a birthday gift last year. She paused, running her thumb over its edge. Chloe had worn it more often lately, but Sabrina had assumed it was because she’d actually managed to find a gift Chloe liked. Now, of course, Sabrina could guess it had more to do with the fact that it came from her.

Chloe wrapped an arm around Sabrina’s waist and brought Sabrina in closer. Sabrina twisted awkwardly with the motion, but she was happy to contort herself any way Chloe wanted her, especially when Chloe’s hand was trailing up her spine, sending a rush of heat through her veins. She gasped, and Chloe leaned back to ask again, voice ragged. “How long, Sabrina?”

Sabrina actually whimpered, leaning in for another taste of Chloe, but Chloe held up a hand to keep her from kissing her again.

“You asked if it had been since lycee.”

Sabrina nodded, still dazed.

“Has it been that long?”

“Yes,” she finally admitted. “Since you broke up with Alexandre. That’s when I noticed.”

“That’s ridiculous. That was…” Her voice drifted off when Sabrina shrank back, suddenly remembering exactly why she didn’t want to answer the question in the first place. She’d just admitted to pining after her best friend for almost a decade.

“I didn’t expect anything to change. I was just…” she took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts and reaching for the words she’d always told herself she’d never be able to say. “I wanted to be in your life. It didn’t matter how.”

Chloe frowned and reached over to lower the divider. Sabrina jerked away to sit beside her, but Chloe just tugged her closer, keeping her still. “Take me home.” The driver nodded, and Chloe raised the divider again.

“Home?” Sabrina asked softly.

“You need someone to keep an eye on you.” Chloe pressed a hand to the small of Sabrina’s back, arching her forward so they were flush against each other. “And we’re going to have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

“But, your father-”

“I’ll reschedule brunch.” She slid her hand up Sabrina’s back and brought her in for a kiss. This time, she set the pace, slipping her tongue between Sabrina’s lips and tasting the lingering sweet aftertaste of the sugary drinks Sabrina had ordered. Sabrina was entirely pliant under Chloe’s direction, following each nonverbal direction and finally settling her hands on Chloe’s waist. She lost track of how long they’d been moving, slowly absorbing the fact that she was going to Chloe’s apartment, staying the night, and in the morning, she could be starting an actual relationship with her. Chloe traced the lines of Sabrina’s ribs with one hand while she guided the angle of their kiss with her other hand.

Sabrina moaned softly, her grip lowering to Chloe’s hips. Chloe trailed a hand down Sabrina’s side as she broke off their kiss. She looked up at Sabrina, briefly catching her breath. Somehow, Chloe’s flushed cheeks and parted lips looked even more enticing in the dim lighting of the car. Sabrina licked her lips, and she was startled to find Chloe’s eyes were immediately drawn to the action. That, almost more than anything Chloe had said, assured her that the attraction between them was absolutely mutual.

“We’ve both waited way too long for this,” Chloe said, brushing her thumb over Sabrina’s lower lip.

“Sorry,” Sabrina murmured.

“Don’t worry.” Chloe chuckled, the beginnings of a smirk on her lips. “I know we’ll make it up to each other.”

I’m working on finishing all of these, but it is slow-going. Here is the list in case anyone else would like to reference it!