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summermoa-ns · 2 months ago

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.・。.・゜✭・Smart Mouth・✫・゜・。.

NSFW (18+ ONLY) MDNI

academic rival!taehyun x fem!reader

content warnings: drinking, drunk sex, unprotected sex, pet names (pretty girl, baby), small mentions of smoking/weed, slightly condescending Taehyun, fucking until ur dumb lol, if i missed anything else pls lmk!!

author's note: i've been on-and-off working on this fic until i started hating it! just needed to get it out of my system so i can finally work on other stuff! also i didn't really edit this, so sorry for any typos or grammar errors

song inspos: You Lose! By Magdelena Bay; Cologne by beabadooobee

“Hey… Y/n? Maybe you should slow down a little bit?” Yeonjun furrows his brows in concern as he watches you down your third shot in the last 10 minutes.

Yeonjun’s worries fall on deaf ears as you suck the lime between your teeth. You just need something to fog your mind, to haze the racing thoughts and anger that swarms inside you. Something to distract you from the shitty day you just had. The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to heed Yeonjun’s advice, but you’re not at this party to be smart and logical like you usually are. You are at this party to make bad decisions: to make up for the time you wasted chasing after something, and having it ripped away from you anyway.

Usually, you’re not at these types of parties. Usually, you spend your free time in front of a laptop, coding for your lab. Or maybe burning your retinas as you stare holes through research journals, looking for articles to cite. Maybe even clocking in overtime hours, proctoring experiments that you were begged to cover last minute. Day in and day out, you give everything to your lab, and yet they decide to go with him? After doing everything the PhD students and postdocs ask of you– for three fucking years– they give the head coordinator position to him? And now here you are fucking thinking about your lab even though the whole point of being at this dumb party is to not think about it and-

Yeonjun’s soju bottle hitting the table snaps you back into reality.

After his swig, he waves a hand in front of your face, “Aye, you still here?” Yeonjun’s fingers blur and distort as they move in front of you. The blasting music and sounds of people socializing blend into a slurry. Shit, those shots are finally hitting.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” the words fumbling over themselves as they exit your mouth. You rub the palm of your hand into your forehead, turning to look as Beomgyu greets someone at the front door.

Your stomach drops when you see who comes through the door. Everything seems to slow down and unravel as the tall figure entering the house does some stupid dude-bro handshake with Beomgyu. His chocolate brown hair, his lean figure, his twinkly eyes: you could recognize him from miles away. The heat rising in you is sobering; it blisters in your lungs as you stare at him from across the house. The last 24 hours come crashing down on your shoulders again.

Yeonjun looks over to what has captured your attention and his eyes widen. “Ah fuck!”

“Jun,” you slowly turn towards your fox-eyed dumbass of a friend, “I thought you said you double-checked with Gyu to make sure he wasn’t coming tonight.”

“I did, Y/n! I swear on my life!”

“Then why are we staring at the Kang Taehyun in your living room?”

Yeonjun runs his hand through his hair, huffing out his answer, “I don’t know! Maybe he changed his mind?”

You look over at Taehyun’s direction again, and your eyes meet. Your heartbeat quickens. His eyes squint, not hiding how he has spotted you. Fuck. You don’t even have time to process and suddenly Taehyun is standing across the kitchen island from you and Yeonjun.

He leans forward and whispers to you, “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here~”

It’s amazing how you could see straight after how hard you rolled your eyes at him. The chocolate-haired boy chuckles in response. Taehyun greets Yeonjun who makes it brief. He may be a little dense, but even Yeonjun knows not to get too chummy with the bastard you were talking shit about all evening.

“I was just about to leave, actually!” You begin getting up when a firm pair of hands push your shoulders back into the stool.

You turn in shock and see Beomgyu pouting at you, “Y/n~ you never hang out with us anymore. Can you just stay a little longer?” He whines, but you hear a hint of mischief in his voice.

You try to protest, but before you can utter a sound Beomgyu interrupts, “Plus, you still owe me from that time you promised to treat me out on my birthday… and NEVER did…”

Fuck. You totally forgot about that. You look at Beomgyu and he gives you the biggest, pleading puppy-dog eyes. An irritated sigh escapes your teeth. “Fine.”

Taehyun is already opening the soju bottle with ease. He smiles as he pours a shot for himself, “Uh oh, Beomgyu! You made the pretty girl mad!”

God, he pisses you off.

Taehyun, the golden boy: good merits with all his peers and professors, at the top of everything he does. When you both joined your psychology lab, it honestly was nice at first. You grew pretty close being in the same cohort. You both seemed driven and, as first-years, shared a lot of interests and hobbies. The only difference between you being Taehyun’s natural ability to succeed. In the beginning, you didn’t notice. Every class, every test, every paper: Taehyun aced with flying colors, while you chased after him, just out of his reach. But it was fine because you were friends. Taehyun would smile, ruffle your hair, and say “maybe next time”.

But there was never a next time. Even in the middle of your final year at uni, Taehyun has topped you every single time. Though the rest of the department sees your rivalry as light-hearted and playful, a darkness grew underneath it all. Frustration. Anxiety. Jealousy. As the gap between your abilities became more and more apparent, his “kind” remarks began to sting more and more. The more he teased you, the more tired you became of his patronizing nature. Eventually, you pushed him away.

No longer stuck in your ruminations, you catch yourself staring as Taehyun pours a giddy Yeonjun and Beomgyu a shot. He tilts the bottle towards you, “Do you want one?”

Yeonjun starts talking before you say anything, “I think it’s better if she sits this one ou-”. You place your shot glass in front of Taehyun before Yeonjun can finish.

“I can handle myself.”

Beomgyu giggles, wrapping an arm around you, “See, I missed you!! Still as bitchy and smart-mouthed as ever!”

Taehyun cocks his eyebrow at you, “I missed that too.” He pours the shot to the brim.

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Due to spite, you feel extra pissy today. Or maybe it’s because Taehyun has made it a point to hover wherever you are in this damn house. You want to watch the beer pong tournament happening in the backyard? There’s Taehyun wanting to join suddenly. You want to take some mirror selfies with Sakura in the hallway mirror? Taehyun is posing in the background of some of your pics! You want to pass a joint with Heesung and chill on the upstairs balcony? Taehyun just decides he wants a couple of hits too!

You finally get some peace and quiet by wandering to one of the empty rooms on the second floor. You sit down by the foot of the bed.

You feel defeated, for some odd reason. The whole goal of tonight was to get Taehyun off your mind, and yet he’s creeped into every crevice in your brain, invading every thought. How he downs shots exposes his pretty neck, how his eyes brighten when he smiles for pictures, how soft and big his hands are when you hand him a joint… Ugh. You mentally smack those images out of your head.

There’s a little secret you would take to your grave: the main thing that pisses you off about Taehyun is that he is drop dead gorgeous. It’s just all too unfair. A person can’t be insanely smart and look like an S-tier model. There really should be rules about that. But it’s evident God has favorites, and Taehyun is one of them. Being cross-faded also hasn’t helped with these thoughts. You feel floaty and a bit too…vulnerable. Like everything is threatening to burst from your chest.

The light from the hallway lights up the room for a second as the door opens. It’s the last person you want to see.

“Taehyun, please. Just leave me alone,” you sigh, not bothering to hide your irritation.

He scoffs, “Happy to see you too,” He closes the door behind him and leans against it.

As you both soak in the silence you can’t help but grow confused by his persistence. How does he just keep popping up everywhere?

“Is there a reason you’ve been following me tonight?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking abou-“ You stand up and get in his face before Taehyun can finish his sentence: just close enough to smell the alcohol on his lips.

“I’m not stupid, Tae. So please, just tell me what you want.”

He raises his arms up, “Okay, okay. You got me. I’ve just been trying to find a moment to talk: in private.”

He takes a deep breath. He leans into the door harder, tilting his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Why are you acting like this?”

Your eyebrows scrunch. “Huh?”

“Y/n, you never come to these types of things. I’ve invited you to them plenty of times,” he continues, “then out of the blue, you come with Jun of all people.”

“I know I’m a shut-in, but I’m allowed to have fun every once in a while.” God, how many times is he going to make you roll your eyes tonight?

His face grimaces with an emotion you’re not familiar with, “I’m not saying that. You just never want to…”

You impatiently cut off his sentence, getting closer to him by the doorway. “Want to what?!”

“You never want to go out with me. You never want to hang out with me. You basically avoid me all the fucking time.”

Taehyun’s arms fall loosely to his sides, “I just don’t get why you hate me so much.” You look up at his face and are hit with a pang of guilt. Is he… actually sad right now?

“I never said I hated you.”

“I can’t help but feel that way. You never talk to me anymore.”

In the quiet you realize how little space there is between you two. The atmosphere feels dangerous, heavy, and hot. You catch Taehyun sneaking a glance at your lips. You’re scared to see where this goes, scared of breaking the tension.

You bite down, wanting to flee from the guilt and shame bubbling in your stomach. You take Taehyun’s hand and try to pull him off the door to make your escape, but he flips you both. Now you’re pinned in between the door and Taehyun.

“Stop running from me, please.”

His voice is warm and dark and weak like a dying bonfire. Your body shudders in response. His arm is slammed next to you, propping his body up so he can lean over you. “I’m so tired of chasing after you.”

He says it so quietly into your ear, you almost convince yourself that you must have misheard him. The only thing that grounds your conviction that you heard correctly is how Taehyun’s free hand softly grips the hair on the back of your head, how his face finds solace in the crook of your neck, how gently his breath grazes that sensitive part of your skin. Suddenly your body feels like it’s on fire, and you’re not sure if you can handle it.

“Tae,” you breathe out softly. “Wait…,” but your objection is only met with the alcoholic heat of Taehyun’s lips. He tastes like the bitter aftertaste of lychee soju and mint chapstick and it knocks the air out of you. You buckle under his weight, instinctively gripping at his shirt for support. He is needy and gasping and crumbling in your hands: a complete 180 from the Taehyun you’re used to.

You manage to separate yourselves, both of your lips bruised and wet. “Tae, wait please!” To your surprise, he listens, but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s trying hard to restrain himself.

“You’re drunk!” You push against him, trying to make more space between you two, but to no avail. “Y-you’re really fucking drunk, and not thinking straight. Let’s not do anything we’ll…” You swallow as you catch a glimpse of Taehyun’s lips, “... regret.”

Taehyun cups your face in his hands and looks at you with so much clarity despite all of the alcohol in his veins. The abrupt roughness of the earlier kiss is contrasted by how gently he holds you. The gravity of his stare lingers in the air for a second until he finally answers.

“I’ll only regret it if you end up regretting it. So tell me clearly that you want me to stop.”

“Wha–?”

“I want you to say it. As clear as day. I’ll give you until the count of three: just tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop. Otherwise,” he puts his forehead against yours, “I’ll keep doing what I want.”

He starts. “One…”

The room is still and quiet except for your heart knocking against the door, drowning out the muffled music from outside. This should be easy, you think, you just need to tell Taehyun to stop. You say stop, Taehyun stops: simple, logical cause and effect. But despite those thoughts rolling into your brain, something primal in you holds your tongue. The way Taehyun’s woody cologne sticks to your clothes and the desperate way he’s panting after that first kiss makes you ache for more. The way his sculpted body feels under your palms and the way you can tell he’s undressing you with his eyes is all too intoxicating.

“... two…”

Your breathing is in sync with him. Taehyun is holding onto every little sound you make as he finds his way nuzzling back into your neck. He fully leans into you and you feel how hard he is. Your breath hitches and you feel him smile against your skin; his hot length twitches from inside his jeans. It excites you how he responds to your tiniest reactions. Curious to test the waters, you slightly grind against him which earns you a small, restrained groan from his lips. You want to hear him more, want to feel him more. It’s against your better judgment….

But remember? You’re not here to be smart: you’re here to make bad decisions.

Taehyun doesn’t even get to three before you crash your lips into his. You wrap your arms around his neck and he takes the opportunity to feel you up as you both blindly stumble to the edge of the bed, not daring to break the kiss as you straddle him. You feel Taehyun impatiently pull at the bottom of your blouse, you smile and untangle yourself from him in response, letting him take off your top. He also takes this time to rip his shirt off of him, and damn: built like a damn Greek statue, carved and polished to perfection. You could have stared at him all night if he didn’t flip you underneath him.

Hovering over you, Taehyun takes a moment to take in the view. His hand traces over the edge of your lace panties. “Wow, did you wear these just for me?”

You prop yourself up to kiss Taehyun’s cheek. “No,” you playfully pout at him, “but I’m letting you take them off of me. So be thankful.”

He chuckles at your snide comment, “God, I love it when you talk like that.”

Taehyun starts leaving a blazing trail of kisses, saliva, and bites down your neck, taking some time to leave some blooming hickeys around your collarbone. He gets to your chest and while he marks his territory, he reaches underneath you and unclasps your bra. You have no time to marvel at his mastery when you gasp at his tongue swirling around your nipple. His hand makes quick work of your body, gripping and massaging your other breast, lightly pinching your other bud in between his index and thumb.

You throw your head back in ecstasy, softly sighing. Taehyun takes his time; his mouth switching between your breasts indiscriminately and occasionally taking a break to kiss the valley in between them. While you squirm under his touch, you feel your wet core ache for more.

“Taehyun…” you whine.

He looks up at you while swirling his tongue around one of your buds. He hums in a questioning tone, refusing to let his mouth leave your body.

“Taehyun please…need more of you…”

He finally pauses and his smile wickedly spreads across his face, “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“Mouth… please. Can I have your mouth please?”

You feel the heat of Taehyun leave your chest as he gets up to quickly strip your panties off of you. You hold your breath when you feel the chill of the room hit you; everything, everywhere is aching. You just want him to touch you, to taste you. It isn’t until you feel the grip of Taehyun’s strong hands around your thighs and the plump soreness of his lips on your hot core that your breath hitches.

You grip Taehyun's hair while he pulls you full force to his face. How his tongue laps into you, how he switches to intensely sucking on your clit, how he pants as he places the wettest kisses against your inner thighs. The rhythm of his tongue puts you in a trance as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Taehyun absolutely loves giving head. He has had his fair share of partners, so his palette is pretty… experienced. But something about you was so addicting. He thought you tasted like heaven; a flavor so delicious, he could imagine savoring it every night and morning. He could keep your thighs clamped around his face all night if you would let him.

This entire time Taehyun has been pushing you further and further to your bliss. Your body threatens to unravel with every swirl from Taehyun’s tongue, but never quite reaching the tip. However, it all comes crashing down and the coil in your stomach finally snaps the minute he pushes two fingers deep in you. The sounds that escape you are unholy and all you see is white as Taehyun brings you past your orgasm, overstimulating you.

“God, baby, you’re so wet for me already. I was able to fit my fingers in so easily,” he smiles triumphantly at his soaked hand, “Where’s that smart mouth from earlier, huh?”

You whine, riding your drunken high as you grind on his hand. Your walls pulse around him as he thrusts his fingers rhythmically. Happily smiling to himself, he returns his lips to their rightful home: in between your legs, lightly lapping at your clit. Taehyun is having way too much fun now. Your reactions? Your sounds? Your body? Complete, utter perfection. It’s taking every bit of his self-control to not whip out his dick and slam it into your dripping cunt. Every whimper and moan that comes from you makes his cock throb like crazy.

It’s certain everyone in the hallway knows the room is currently “occupied” even over the blaring music. You’re too lost in all the sensations running through your system to care about your volume. Then, you feel Taehyun’s fingers curl into that magic spot: the spot you can never quite reach by yourself. The spot that usually needs the help of toys and vibes. Still coming down from the crash of your previous orgasm, you instinctively push away from Taehyun’s hand, almost scared of feeling any more pleasure. But this reaction doesn’t escape the devious eyes of the boy in between your legs.

Taehyun pauses his movements and asks from below, “Can’t take anymore, baby?” His stare softens a bit as he kisses around your thighs.

You’re conflicted; you don’t want this moment to stop, but feel like you might melt into the sheets if you continue. A small whisper leaves your lips, “I-I think I can, it’s… it’s just a lot all at once.”

“Oh baby,” he coos, “but you can take it for me, right?” Before you can answer, his fingers curl up and hit the spot once more. Again, you feel the heat in your lower stomach release and those aching waves envelope your body, even more powerful than last time. You blink away tears from your eyes, digging your nails into Taehyun’s shoulders as you scream out his name.

Taehyun continues cleaning the honey dripping out of you with his tongue, his cock twitching every time you whimper out a plea for him to fuck you already. Now that you’re ready for him, Taehyun doesn't have to hold back anymore. He tries to hide how eagerly he is stripping off his pants, but you can still tell in your tipsy haze that he is brimming with enthusiasm. However, Taehyun stops as he hovers over you.

“Last chance to back out now, baby.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, “You’re not fucking going anywhere.”

He rubs the tip of his cock along your entrance. He wets his lips, amused by your answer, “Fair enough.”

Even with proper preparation, the stretch is enough to make you arch your back. Taehyun grips the sheets– his knuckles turning white– until he bottoms out inside you. You grip into his back, pulling him flush against you. His brows are furrowed in complete concentration as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You both stay there for a second, steadying your breaths.

After what feels like an eternity, you adjust to Taehyun’s length and feel ready. However, Taehyun stays still, unmoving.

“Tae… you can move now,” You say, pushing your hips against to demonstrate your willingness.

Taehyun groans, “I know, baby… you just–,” he nearly whimpers, “you just feel really good. Give me a sec…”

A sense of pride swells in your chest. The usually measured, deliberate Kang Taehyun has become a mess just from slipping it in. A coy smile spreads across your face as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer.

“Aww, is someone struggling right now? Did I make you feel too good?”

Silence. You feel a slight shift in the air that makes you shiver. Silence. Until Taehyun lifts his chest off of you– pulling back his hips– and looks down at you. His stare makes your blood run cold. One of his hands grips onto the headboard, making him hover you. Taehyun snaps a hard thrust back into you, making you moan in surprise.

“I see that smart mouth I love so much is back,” he icily smiles down, “and I’m going to fuck it out of you.”

There’s no warning, no precaution, as Taehyun brutally begins fucking you into the mattress. He grips the headboard, causing it to knock against the wall in a frantic rhythm. Taehyun’s hips piston into you as you claw into the pillow you lay your head on. With every thrust, you feel yourself clamp around Taehyun’s cock, your mouth agape from the sheer pleasure coursing through you.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take all of me,” Taehyun breathes into your neck before taking a long lick along your throat. “How does it feel? Feels good?”

You can’t even form words, you feel like a mindless doll as you frantically nod at Taehyun’s question. You feel him pulse inside you as he flashes you a cocky smile. His hand leaves the headboard, moving so both hands grip into your hips, allowing for more leverage.

“Bet it fucking does. Fucking you so dumb, you can’t even talk,” He punctuates each word by slamming his full length into you, making you see stars.

With Taehyun’s constant teasing and unruly speed, it doesn’t take long for you to feel your next orgasm peeking from behind the horizon. Your hands reach down, cupping over Taehyun’s on your hips.

You don’t even have to say anything, you look into Taehyun’s eyes and he just knows. Taehyun grabs your knees and pushes them down towards your chest, leaning into you for a searing kiss; it’s filthy and lustful and pushes you right over the edge towards your release. You let out a low moan into Taehyun’s mouth, your walls fluttering around his dick. With that, Taehyun’s force becomes more erratic as he chases his own high. He pulls away from your kiss and starts nipping at your ear. His breathing becomes more shallow and quick each time your hips meet, little sounds escaping his plump lips.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum in this pretty pussy,” he growls.

A final push and Taehyun stills inside you, releasing a few hot pumps, until he begins to soften. When he pulls out, you can feel the mixture of your arousals spill out of your fucked-out pussy. Taehyun plops down next to you, both of you still coming down from your respective highs. The silence is broken by Taehyun chuckling, pulling you into his arms.

“Yeonjun is going to be so fucking pissed at me,” he laughed.

You looked up at him in confusion, “Wait, what? Why?”

“Because this is definitely his room.”

Your eyes dart around the room: signed concert posters of bands you recognized on the wall, a closet full of stylish clothes, the bluetooth speaker he always brought to dance practice. Fuck. This was totally Yeonjun’s room.

Your hands shoot up to cover your face, groaning, thinking about how Yeonjun would scold you for getting his bed “dirty”. But your panic subsides as Taehyun presses his lips into your check, giving you a quick peck.

“Ehh, I’m sure it’ll be fine…,” Taehyun hums, flashing you that same cocky smile, “we can talk our way out of it.”

You snuggle into his chest, Taehyun’s smile no longer causing bitterness and resentment to flood your thoughts, but something much warmer…

“...This is what he gets for not warning me about you coming to the party.”

“Okay… maybe don’t start running that smart mouth next time we see him. I’ll do all the talking, alright?”

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you-know-honey · 1 year ago

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How does it feel to be in a relationship with the Nameless Ghouls (Based on songs)

I've been listening to music while I prepare a lot of fanfics and have ideas for others and…have you ever thought about what it would feel like to love Nameless Ghouls (in a realistic way)?

Well I think I have the answer...

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Mountain

Say Yes To Heaven - Lana del Rey

He is quite a fan of dancing waltzes and is sure that soft, deep music makes plants and their relationship grow better in those small, intimate dance sessions.

If you dance, I'll dance And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

Mountain is like calm. Not calm before the storm, just calm.

Give peace a chance Let the fear you have fall away

He is a calm and silent child, he has the look of a sweet deer that surrounds your heart with sweetness and keeps it warm and loved.

I've got my eye on you

Even if you doubt his love at first since you wouldn't expect the most serious ghoul to be interested in you, he will reinforce the idea of accepting the happiness and peace that is offered. As if it were about touching the sky.

Say yes yo heaven

He only wants one thing in return: commitment. You have his heart and spirit in your hands, he only asks that you take care of him.

Say yes to me

He could never tie you down, he wouldn't be able to keep you from your dreams. If you leave he will stay at the door waiting for your return. He could change his life but never his love.

If you go. I'll stay You come back, I'll be right here

He will be your lighthouse in the darkness, even if the earth moves and the tide covers everything, even when you think it's all over. He will be there holding you close to his chest.

Like a barge at sea In the storm, I stay clear

Even if everyone told him that going out with you is a bad idea, he would never stop, he has accepted his love for you and has the courage to face life with you with or without the approval of others.

I've got my mind on you

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Phantom

Golden Hour - JVKE

Phantom can promise you a young love, you are his first love, the first person for whom his heart went crazy.

It was just two lovers Sittin' in the car, lintening to Blonde, fallin' for each other

It will be like living in a cheesy movie, dates full of hope and overwhelming emotion.

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish, no Donald Glover

He doesn't mind taking risks, he could invent some excuse, no matter how bad it may be, the scolding goes on deaf ears, if it were for you he would do it again.

Missed call from my mother Like: Where you at tonight? Got no alibi

Every second with him is intense, part of a song. He admires you like a deity, the most beautiful and charming person in his eyes.

I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night I don't need no light to see you

An hour with you is like a dream for him and a dream is an eternity. A golden dream.

Shine It's you golden hour You slow down time

He's not afraid to do stupid things for love, he'll steal the car and disappear all weekend with you.

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast Burnin' through the summer

I would dedicate every romantic song that comes on the radio to you, I would write the lyrics in a notebook for you.

Radio on blast, make the moment last She got solar power, minutes feel like hours

Love hit him hard, he has fallen for your charms and will refuse to free himself from them.

Can you even imagine fallin' like I did?

He would give himself completely to your wishes, there are no "No" for you.

For the love of my life She's got glowon her face, a glorious look in her eyes

He would give himself completely to your desires, there is no such thing as a "No" for you. You have an eternity to spend with your first and only love.

My angel of light

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Rain

Aengus' Fool - Sleep Walking Animals

Romance hadn't been an option for Rain until you showed up.

Love looks good on you

Explore sensations you don't know you have, he swim upstream to you. He will fight against the current instead of going with the flow like he used to do just for you.

Light as a feather but tough as a stone

It makes him blush to see how you love everything that others consider boring about him, he doesn't understand how he lived without you all this time.

When you're barely together But never alone

He will know how to be there for you when things get bad and will protect your heart from the waves that threaten to break it.

When a hand on the leg is the best you can do

Everyone can see that something has changed in him, there is something refreshing in his heart, a tide of emotion. There is a gift in front of your door always at dawn, you should never forget how much he loves you.

I read you a passage From yesterday's paper

Feelings do not come and go, they stay with him every day and always grow a little more, he has never tried so hard to make someone happy.

With a smile that escapes you

¿Do you know that you bring out the best in me too?

He will leave his love story marked in history, to meet you again in the next life and walk back into your heart.

I've been waiting since the last time i was here For you to come home Took a while but know your here

He feels wild and willing to break the rules, he would pay the price for you. I would raise the waters of the sea if it is part of your wishes.

And somehow Nothing matters Matters now

Live in a dream that he never imagined, delivered to you. Keep discovering something else to love you.

I'll stand by yhe bedside And watch how she sleeps

He never thought that love looked so good on him, he feels that romance was a gift you gave him.

Sifting through poems For phrases to keep

Watching you breathe makes him happy like the sound of the sea, there is always an adventure wherever you go and he is willing to let himself go.

She'll open her eyes- there's a day to pursue

He feels so proud of receiving love that if you are mentioned at the slightest in a conversation, he will divert everything to talk about you unconsciously.

II'll shout from the mountains LIke Aengus' Fool

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Swiss

I See You - Jutty Ranx

This man doesn't play games, he likes you even before you like him. He could spend months flirting with you to bring out the crush in you. The way you refused to let yourself be loved only made it more fun.

You were never young, my love I can tell, not by the way that you smell

When you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and crashed his lips into yours, his heart exploded. He didn't expect the intensity of emotions you released in him, as if he were a first-time lover.

But by the way you move your tongue, my love Somebody shake me, what can I do?

He touches your body as if it were going to break, it's like being drugged with you, he sees the stars in your eyes.

Am I in love with the night? Am I in love with you?

He knows that with you everything is different. Real. It's not just one night, it's one of many nights alone with you, you will see a hopeless romantic more than a sexy flirt. He has a lot to give, centuries of love to give.

Will you take what I've got? Will we die on the spot?

He is addicted to emotion, to the eternal flutter of butterflies in his stomach, he doesn't want to call it love until you do.

You make me, make moves

He moves like a puppy after you, he likes everything about you. He wants to know everything about you, even what you don't like about yourself. He will let you know that no matter what happens, you won't get rid of him. He will walk over your thorns with a smile, nothing could stop him.

I see you, you know I see you I break through to get to you Its so true

Sometimes he feels like a fool for having wasted his time on other people before meeting you.

How could I How could I pretend I didn't notice? An incision when you looked back

The world stopped existing when your refusals to go out with him turned into a "Yes." Maybe he doesn't have much but it's all for you.

I want you to myself Can we take this somewhere else?

There is nothing hidden from you, see what you want to see, touch what you want to touch. He will make you feel how you deserve to feel.

My heart's an open book and you just took it off the shelf

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Sodo

Teeth - Five Seconds Of Summer

He got angry with himself when he found himself smiling when talking to you. As if he couldn't feel that happiness with anyone else, day and night you're going to be in his head and he doesn't want that.

Some days, you're the only thing I know Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold

He is a distrustful boy, he will shout for you to leave only to beg you to stay. He doesn't understand his feelings and fears that they will end up devouring and destroying you.

Can't look away, can't look away

He tries to maintain balance so as not to scare you, he doesn't want to see himself in need of love but he also doesn't want you to think that he no longer feels anything for you.

Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed

He has a complicated heart and fears that you are smart enough to let him drop and look for something better.

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead.

He wants to deceive himself. Pretending that all your love for him is just a cruel joke but he knows when he hears your voice that it's just him being an idiot insecure.

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

He is eager to devour you, to show you how strong, suffocating, eternal and perhaps painful his love is. Like a fire demon he fears that his intensity might scare you, deep down he just wants to burn in a pile love and desire with you.

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go

He doesn't consider himself a romantic in public, one lucky day he might leave a kiss on your lips while walking around. He is not predisposed to be sweet, "I love you" sounds complicated to say. But you can bet that at night he fantasizes about it.

Some days, you're the best thing in my life Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife

He knows what he is capable of, he takes your heart so high that letting it fall would make it turn to dust. He satisfies your happiness, as he savors the sweetness you pour on him.

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Sometimes he thinks that you have fallen in love with a version of him that only exists in your mind and wants to become that fantasy inside you. He wants to become the best version of the demon he is.

Blood on my shirt, a rose in my hand You're looking at me like you don't know who I am

Deep down and perhaps in the solitude of his room you can see how desperate he is for you, how he simply became addicted to who you are and how he wants to destroy your heart so he can take you with him forever.

Never, never, never ever let go

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Cumulus

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

She saw you from the first day and knew that sooner or later she would fall for you, she's not stupid, she just knew it. She was clear that she loved you.

I want the world in my hands

She makes the world seem only for both of you and her, even when the situation is not pleasant she would do anything to make you smile.

I hate the beach, but I stand In California, with my toes in the sand

His heart breaks when you cry, he just can't stand it, he will tuck you in and stay with you, sometimes you don't need a solution, just a long cuddle session and some tears.

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Even if you are afraid about the veracity of her feelings, she will make sure to take your hand and go through that haze of insecurity with you and let you know that you are and will be the only one in her life.

Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered

Even though she is always in control of her life, when the water becomes turbulent and icy, she knows that she can find a warm home in your arms, just you and her. Holding your heart next to his.

'Cause it's too cold For you here and now So let me hold

He will always make small gestures for you, maybe that cool breeze on that hot summer afternoon was a gift from him, the cup of hot tea after a long day of work. Sometimes you don't need words, just hide your face in the crook of his neck, breathe in his scent and know that you are safe. A touch says a thousand words and she has proven it to you.

One love, two mouths One love, one house Just us, you find out

He has a habit of nuzzling your neck, he likes to see you shiver from his touch, sharing only a long game of glances. A strong and intense connection. She is not a girl of many words, she loves you and will show you in every possible way.

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say

When you are together, regardless of whether there are other people around you, all that goes into the background, she will hold your hand with pride and teach the world to see you the way she sees you, like the most beautiful star in the sky.

The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face

She feels nostalgic for the first beautiful moments shared, don't misunderstand her, she loves the present with you but she likes to travel from time to time at the beginning and admire how far you have come together.

Sometimes the silence guides our minds To move to a place so far away

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Aurora

Dandelions - Ruth B.

She was extremely excited when he identified that what he felt for you was love, she walked from one place to another with a smile on his face. She had always read about how magical love was and experiencing it with you seemed like a dream to her.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

She longs with all her soul to spend the rest of her life with you, to have a little house in the country and to live in a fairy tale forever. You are her special person, her world, her hope, hers everything. More than once you will catch her daydreaming about that beautiful future.

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

You're always nervous around her, she has too much energy and everyone basically adores her, like you're afraid that one day her feelings for you will just disappear. Every morning she will ask you if you want to be her partner, a cute and tender way to make you understand that every day she gets out of bed and her heart decides to continue loving you.

Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game

Will she make true works of art for you, paint stars on your ceiling, embroider small details on your clothes, ¿did you see something in a store that interested you? It will appear in your room the next day. She is not a superstitious girl but she knows how fragile and ephemeral the nature of dreams and the desires of the heart is, she wants to give you everything it desires so that when she looks into your eyes she sees the living spark of dreams come true.

When you're looking at me I've never felt so happy

His feelings are a clear example of purity and innocence, he is dying of excitement to recreate each of the cheesiest scenes from romance movies with you. He cannot understand jealousy, he runs away from it and will need your kisses and your loving gaze to calm down.

I think that you are the one for me 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe When you're looking at me

She looks at you and knows that you are HIS person, unique and incomparable, perhaps destiny she is grateful that you came into his life and he does not plan to lose you, like a shooting star that does not pass twice.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

When distance separates them due to the band's tours, she longs more than ever to be with you, there wouldn't be a night without making video calls almost until dawn. She knows that when she is with you she is free, free from the Ministry, free from his duty to the band, she is simply complete when she is with you.

I've never felt so alive and free

His dreams have come true, she has the deep and true love she always wanted, she will wake up every morning to look into your eyes and smile and know that his deepest desire is real, tangible and completely his.

And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

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Cirrus

I Was Made For Lovin' You - KISS

You have liked her for a long time, you tried to declare yourself several times but you were very shy so she had to take the initiative, it was a direct declaration full of love and desire.

Tonight I wanna give it all to you

Free time is something that Cirrus doesn't have as often as she wants, so when the night comes and she's finally free, she'll sneak into your room to completely surrender to your arms in the privacy of the night.

We're going to make it all come true

Both of you are predestined to love each other, in some other life she knows that he must have done something very well to deserve you in this life one again.

I wanna lay it at your feet 'Cause, girl, I was made for you

Everything suggested itself organically little by little to end up forming a healthy and symbiotic relationship. They are not together all day, she understands that you may need your space but she will always keep his eyes on you, even if you don't know it. It's his little secret.

And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

It not only talks about physical love, but also about a deep emotional connection, it knows what you feel even before you know it, it will give you your space if you are upset, it will hug you when you cry and kiss every part of your body to let you know that in his eyes you are the real figure of a goddess and he will not hesitate to fulfill all your wishes.

I wanna see it in your eyes Feel the magic

She has secretly created songs just for you, like a hymn to the passionate love that runs through her veins since she has been with you, a girl who gives her all to make you touch the stars.

There's something that drives me wild

The connection is inescapable between the two, destined to be together or an excellent coincidence of life that finally came to pass.

I was made for loving you, baby You were made for loving me

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ashrodisiac · 1 year ago

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Obsessed w/ that pink nymph

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⌞ OBSESSED W/ THAT PINK NYMPH ⌝

╰┈─➤ Reader that absolutely loves king mel Melanie Martinez!!

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ʚ modern au

ʚ w/ mitsuri and obanai (seperate)

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OBANAI

“Love?” he called out for you from the bedroom, while you were busying yourself in the kitchen. “Y/n!” he yelled out louder, but you still didn’t seem to hear him. He groaned, frustrated, and got up by himself from the bed. Kaburamaru shook in its sleep, curled on the pillow, raising a scaly eyelid and tilting its head as its owner left. When Obanai got closer to you, he realized you had earphones plugged in, clogging any other sounds. He quickly took you in a tight hug, pulling your waist, making you jump and yelp out. Locking his hands on your abdomen, he pulled one of them back and brushed your hair away from your ears, taking the earphones off and letting them hang by their wire. ”Hey! why’d you do that?” you whined, pushing yourself off him with wet hands from the sink, getting his clothes damp. “You couldn’t hear me,” he said, yawning as if you weren’t trying to wrestle yourself from him just now. “I was calling you.”

You sighed. “You expect me to hear you over music on full blast?”

“What are you even listening to in the first place?”

You slipped one of your hands out of his grasp and took one of the earphone buds, placing it in his ear.

“...phology, not psychology Be the manic pixie dream girl that you fuckin' ought to be Damaged oddity, bought by Sotheby's Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy.”

He nearly let go of you when he felt the sudden vibration go through his head. “So loud!” he muttered, forcing the earphone off. You shrugged, then smiling. “That’s how I like my music. Loud until I’m deaf.”

You turned around, but your waist still pressed against his with his arms around you, pressing the button which lowered sounds on your phone. The earphones wire were plugged in the little socket hole, and he saw Spotify open, with the song titled NYMPHOLOGY nearing its end. When you lowered the volume a little, you put the earbud again in his ear, the music a little less loud now.

“...Ar in all the movies Wears me out, big pockets, I am her favorite locket Keeps them droolin'....”

He noticed the beat was completely different from the one when the music was practically blasting his ears off. “Is this the same song?”

you nodded. “It’s the interlude called “ Amulet “. The song’s called Nymphology, by Melanie Martinez!” he saw the obvious grin spread across your face as you mentioned this singer’s name. “You’re a fan, huh?” he chuckled, putting the earphone in your ear instead of his now. You nodded. “I love Mel!”

You end up telling him all about her as you’re doing stuff at the countertop. He’s acting like he’s forced to listen, but he does actually enjoy your stories about the peculiar split-hair colored girl who died and was reincarnated as a nymph.

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MITSURI

Mitsuri always found you humming to a song, sometimes softly muttering lyrics under your breath, which she found cute.

She’s heard you do it so much, she learned the words perfectly without listening to the official song from you, and finally decided to ask you about it as you were eating dinner with her.

“Hey, dear?” she said, in between chewing, spooning another scoop of food into her lips. “Hm? What’s up?” you responded, meeting eyes with her. “What’s that one song called?” she said, tapping her cheek. “The one that you always sing...”

Unaware that you ever did sing since you did it while zoning out, you were quite confused. “Huh? what song?”

She giggled at your confused expression. “The one that goes, “You are the light I’ve been searching for forever”. I hear you everyday! Your voice is so angelic.” she grinned widely. You were unable to tell her about the pieces of food stuck in the corners of her teeth, as per bringing up a conversation about your favorite song perked your ears up. “Light shower?” you asked, reaching for your phone in your pocket. “I can play it for you if you’d like,”

she nodded eagerly. “Please do!”

You set your phone on the table, and let the soft instrumental intro begin. She tilted her head, clearly already liking it.

“ You are the light I've been searchin' for forever Feels like, man, I've really never felt the rain Buried in the desert, didn't think I'd push through the dirt You just cleansed me like a waterfall, you came. ”

She softly started to go along with the singing, knowing the lyrics at heart, but having difficulty matching with the beat as it was her first time actually hearing the actual song. It was so cute to hear her stumble on words, realizing she got the tone wrong as she tried to sing with Melanie. All you could hear was the peaceful sound of that until the ending of the song...

“ But you made me want to Plan out my last days on earth, eating you Ooh-ooh-ooh The tips of your teeth fit perfect in me You're a shower of light I'd devour any day of the week (Baby, cleanse me). “

When it came to an end, Mitsuri was grinning. “I know all the lyrics!” she said proudly. “Yes you do,” you smiled back at her, then spooned another scoop of your food that you had accidentally left abandoned while listening to the song with Mitsuri doing a poor but at least cute attempts of tagging along.

She ends up re-watching the K-12 film with you almost every night, acting as if she didn’t know what would happen next, as if she hadn’t watched it the night before with you. She listens to the songs, crying to the emotional ones and singing with the ones she found to be happy. You’ve done it. You made Mitsuri a MELON MARTINI FAN :exploding_head:

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I MADE THIS BECAUSE I AM OVERLY OBSESSED WITH MELDOODLE MARSH!! WHERE ARE MY FELLOW EARTHLINGS AND CRYBABIES. COME BACK FROM THE DEAD BACK FROM THE DEAD

( im sorry :sob: )

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forgotten-daydreamer · 1 year ago

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my mom just told me she could hear the music from my headphones despite me being in my room and like.... how else am i supposed to listen to the hunchback of notre dame's italian soundtrack if not by blasting it in my ears until i go deaf??

#CHI È CHI È CHI È CHI È CHI È CHI È CHI È IL MOOOSTRO A NOOOOTREEEEE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME #the hunchback of notre dame #il gobbo di notre dame #the bells of notre dame >>>>#and listen. listen. i listened to it in like 10 languages ok. italian solos. i'm sorry.

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kelp-or-tobi-idk · 7 months ago

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The world may be crumbling around me but at least I have music to blast way to loudly into my ears until I finally go deaf so I can be done with people spouting bullshit at me

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thisiswhathappenswhenimbored · 1 year ago

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before you love someone, love yourself first.

This time last year, what was happening in your life? i was settling into life in japan & boy do i miss it there. Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? i went to starbucks this morning.

Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? my best friend commenting on how her ex-husband is on vacation with his new wife for like the 50th time this year.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? i live on an island, like i can get to the other side of the island in about an hour, we don't have trains here.

Do you bathe your pets regularly? when they live with me yeah.

Do you have a mailbox or do you collect your mail from the post office? there's a mailbox right down the street.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? a chicken or a rooster, i'm positive of that. no they aren't pets. there's feral chickens/roosters all over the place here.

Have you ever had an ear infection? yes, getting them as an adult is even worse.

If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? i really really love watching roswell. don't know why i just do.

Would you have any clue when your best friend last got their hair cut? a few weeks ago.

Someone messages you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? if it's my husband, absolutely, yes, i like to annoy him.

Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? no.

Have you ever been hospitalized due to dehydration? when i was pregnant yeah.

Is there anything you need to remember to do before the day ends? no? i don't think so. i have a lot i need to remember to do tomorrow though.

When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? i absolutely blast it, i want to go deaf. i hate being able to hear noise around me when i'm listening to stuff with headphones/ear buds.

What’s your favorite online radio site? i don't really use online radios? i mean unless you count youtube music.

Do your parents have any authority over who you date? absolutely did not have any authority. fuck my dad, he can def kick rocks. my mom never tried to tell me not to date someone. although i'm married now & she tells my husband every year there's no returns allowed.

How many different shades of nail polish do you have? probably like two, i had to throw a bunch of them away when we moved.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? a latte from starbucks. lol. i'm really bad at remembering to eat most of the time

Are you lucky enough to have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? i mean the house i pay an exorbitant amount of money for includes a fridge with an ice maker in it.

Are you the type to wake up before the sun has even risen? i do everyday, sucks having kids that i have to get ready for school.

Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? yes.

Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. i have plenty of things i could rant about but i won't right now until i get my thoughts together.

Do you have a favorite towel? What color is it? no.

Have you seen any films with Judy Garland in them? yes i have.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Why? exhausted. my husband is gone for work right now & i always sleep like crap when he isn't here, unless i have my dog with me but my dog is on the other side of the country from me.

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? my group chat with my friends about the pet shipper i found that said they can get me a quote for an in cabin flight for my dog with a flight nanny. gonna cost a fortune probably but i'm so excited for him to get here.

When was the last time you saw them? uhhhhh, my best friend i saw a year ago the rest of my friends it was a little over a year ago.

Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? my brother's name is nick, he lives on monsters. that's all i know about him.

What are you listening to? let us prey, a docuseries on hbo about ifb churches.

What year are you/did you graduate? i graduated from high school in 2008. i've been working on & putting my BA on hold while we've been bouncing around though.

Are you obsessed with anything? uhhhhhhh, i'm not sure.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? waffles.

Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? non-diet.

Do you like seafood? i never used to then i lived in japan & now hawaii.

Are you craving anything right now? i don't think so.

Do you dress appropriately for your age? yessss, my husband gets mad because he says i normally dress like an old lady but i shouldn't because i'm only 33.

If McDonald’s sold hot dogs, would you buy them? no, i don't even really eat mcdonalds.

How long is your hair? middle of my back, i think.

Do you like your neighbors? i don't know my neighbors.

What’s your school motto? i have no clue.

Has a bird ever flown into your window? yesterday.

Which word did you say first, mama or dada? i don't know, i don't think my parents would know either if i asked them.

How old were you when you learned to walk? young, before one.

What was your first pet’s name? max.

How many kids were in your class in kindergarten? 20?

Who was your best friend in elementary? constance.

Who was the best athlete in your freshman class? pfftttt. uhhhh, i think it was def ej manuel.

What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? def mr. larue, he was a little creepy though.

Where do you see yourself in a year? in hawaii still. probably going to school since i quit my job.

If you were able to change one thing about yourself, what would it be? i'm not sure. i kinda like myself like this.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? yeah, sometimes.

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tardytothesimspardy · 1 year ago

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Trigger Broke is Loud

And he's making everyone else deal with it, much to their ire

Trigger has entered a loud phase, meaning he just turns on music that hurts everyone's ears, including mine. I don't even have my game's audio that high, but it's still so loud.

Because of this constant disturbance, Susie and Buck have taken it upon themselves to separately chew Trigger out about it. Susie went for the much more cut-throat, lingering hurt feelings route,

whereas Buck went about it in a much more "maybe we can figure out a way to settle this without making everyone deaf", but ironically, Trigger isn't listening to that at all.

Trigger wasn't taking any of this lying down, and frequently gave Susie a piece of his mind.

It reached a point where Mary Lu and Buck discussed if it would be worth it to buy him a stereo of his own, so if he is going to play music at such extreme volumes, it would be encased in his room, rather than blasting out into the main room of the house.

They concluded that they had best wait until after they pay the bills.

Buck and Mary Lu are actually able to have a decent amount of time to themselves during the week, seeing as the kids are gone at school for most of the day, and Mary Lu works the night shift (and Buck never actually got a job), which means that they can have the time for discussions like this, but also cute couple things like cleaning the bathroom,

And have (apparently 👀😳) mediocre woohoo

I don't watch my Sims woohoo (because that's weird tf) but one thing I find funny is to read the moodlets of the Sims afterward, and see how they feel about what happened, and these two have yet to have a "spectacular". It's neither here nor there, but I just find it funny idk.

#i am continuing my efforts of making my sims slightly terrible #in that they are not shining beacons of Simanity #because that is boring and i'm tired of it #and it turns out that having lots of arguments about turning off your stupid loud music trigger!!! lowers a lot of values #so i will keep doing that #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #the brokes #images have alt text

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yourresedentevilhoe · 2 years ago

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I cant lose you by yourresedentevilhoe

Day one rough sex with leon kennedy

Im a little late for kinktober sorry guys but here it is day one.

warnings : Alcohol being followed the overuse of the words god and fuck big dick and female reader i think that is it but go a head and let me know if there is some i missed.

The only thing you can hear is the blasting base of the music in the club that seemed to make it impossible to hear anything, even Leon's voice in the ear piece telling you to get out of there. “ Get out of there now it's a trap are you listening to me get out of there please!” but all his pleas fell on Deaf ears as you keep walking in the high stiletto heels that adorn your feet occasionally pulling the tight mini dress that Claire said would match the club scene perfectly.

Soon you start to notice three men starting to follow you not so suddenly putting their hands up to their ears as if to talk into an earpiece. wait . Fuck you fell into a trap. You start to walk into a crowd of oblivious party goers hoping to lose them. But one keeps hot on your tail never keeping his eyes off of you until you finally exit the crowd of people and head to the bar. This is where Leon said he would meet you if anything went wrong.

You sat down on a bar stool and ordered a beer. You notice the man sit 4 seats away from you ordering some shots. After around 15 minutes of watching each other and no sign of Leon, you throw some cash under your empty beer glass and start to head down a narrow hallway.

The click clack of your heels can be hurd all throughout the hall. But then you notice the sound of a second pair of shoes hitting the steel gray flooring. Shit. he noticed me leaving. You stop and turn around and see him it's a hulking man with black sunglasses on and a standard white and black suit. He holds a gun in his hand, a double action revolver. Fuck im corrnered. Next thing I know I hear the gun click ready to fire a round right into my skull. You close your eyes and hear a gunshot. You stand there, eyes still shut and pause. In a second Leon runs up to you and snaps you out of your shaken state.

“ Thank god I thought I was going to lose you, god don't do that to me ever again.” he practically sobs as he hugs you but you stand there rigid eyes trained on the lifeless man laying in a pool of his own blood.

“ I-Is he dead?” you say your voice is shaking.

“ yes I'm sorry I know you hate when I do this but please for the love of god never do that to me again. I really thought I was going to lose you.” he said as he buried his head in your neck.

He then pulls away and kisses you. It wasn't sweet or slow like it normally was, it was fast and hard pulling you as close as he could get your body to his. It was a fast chase and full of passion. “God I love you” he moans into your mouth. “ Is this ok baby ?” he asks, pulling away for a second and looking you in the eyes. “ yes but not here, ok?” you never liked the thought of having someone elses blood on your hands let alone having sex in front of a dead body.

He nodded and quickly grabbed your hand pulling you past the man's corpse and down the hallway through the crowd and out the doors of the club. You could practically see his growing hard on bulge through his dress pants . He quickly walks through the alleyway where he left his motorcycle. He hands you your helmet and buckles the chin strap on it for you. Then pulling his on after. He starts the bike then makes a be-line down the alley and onto the main road. The whole ride you can feel the heat pulsating from leons body. You and leon never really had sex with eachother mostly just hot kisses and being all touchy feely with one another. You had sex with a few other people before but its been a while. But you did know Leon was experienced; he had a reputation around the office of being a playboy.

The next thing you knew you were at his apartment. Shit this was really happening. Like right now . He shut the motorcycle off and waited for you to get off before getting himself off as well. He unbuckled the helmet on his head then did yours, setting them on either side of the motorcycle's handlebars.

He grabs your hand and opens the door of his apartment for you before you can even take your heels off. He had you pinned against the wall, his lips on yours and knee between your legs holding you up and occasionally his hips rutted against your in fiery passion. His tongue explored yours as the heat in your core ignited and a hot and heavy moan escaped your lips. He reached his hands behind your back and unzipped the dress letting it fall off your form a lace bralette and panties laced the whole outfit all together as his hungry eyes ravaged your form.

“ What am I going to do with you baby?” he said with the most loving expression on his face. He picks you up making your legs wrap around his hips and carries you to the bedroom where the soft un made sheets meet your back as he throws you onto the bed. He slowly starts to strip in front of you first taking his signature leather jacket off then painstakingly slowly unbuttoning his white button up shirt.

“Are you sure you want this? It's ok if you're not ready yet,love.” he said as he slowly crawled his way on to you. You only shook your head yes in response.

“ no baby use your voice i need you to be sure.” he had a concerned expression on his face.

“Yes i want you i need you please, kennedy fuck me ~” you draw out your words and moan his name . with that something switches in his mind and ripps your panties off and undoes his belt. He's about to unzip his pants when” shit condoms “ he growled. Reaching over to the night stand and pulling the drawer open and pulling out a small package of condoms and ripps the package open and slowly rolling the condom on his hard cock he was turned around so you couldn't tell what he was doing. Once he was done he slowly turned to you a crazed look in his eyes and bights his lip as he watches your eyes trail down his neck across his abbs and landing on his hard dick and sweet mother of Jesus it was big. Not freakishly large like some guys on a sketchy porno but it was areond 5 to 6 inches but good lord he was girthy probably could not fit my whole hand around the whole thing.

A shiver rips its way through your body as he slowly crawls his way back on top of you looking in your eyes he says “ i need to ask one more time are you ready because once i start i'm not going to be able to stop.“

You role your eyes and look him dead in the eyes “ just fuck me kennedy”

And with that he lines his pulsing cock onto your entrance and slowly starts to push into your tight wet cavern. A wave of ecstasy washes over your body as you clench around his shaft. Leon lets out an animalistic growl and in a flash he flips you over so your back is facing him and one of his hands are holding both of your wrists and he is pounding into your tight cunt as fast as humanly possible the force of his hips smacking into your ass making it red from the impact. You can feel yourself getting close to cuming biting your lip so you don't scream and wake the neighbors. His hip still jack hammering into your sopping cunt my manage to whimper.” I-I'm s-so close.” his hips start to move more erratically now and not as even as before. “ No not yet wait for me baby please i'm so close too.” and with a few more erratic thrusts you both are cuming and riding out your highs . Leon flops over to the other side of the bed and slips the condom of this softening dick . “ hey you okay babe need some water i can get some food or we can take a bath together?” He's so caring and sweet that it almost hurts to think about all the pain and sorrow that he has been through but he always manages to pull through for you and your future together .`` I might just take you up on that bath Kennedy.”

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imagininghierophant · 4 years ago

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How the Crusaders would grab your attention if you were listening to music.

This prompt came into mind as I was blasting music in my ears so, here’s some random drabbles on how I believe they would react.

-Bambi

⭐ Jotaro Kujo ⭐

► Knowing Jotaro, I can see him just letting out a sigh when he notices you weren’t listening. Not because he’s annoyed at you, he has to repeat himself now.

► If he were standing out of your view, Jotaro would lightly tap you on the upper part of your arm. Don’t be surprised if you jump when he does it. He is a man of few words.

► Standing in front of you, he would probably approach you and wait for you to notice he’s there; you can’t really miss someone who’s one hundred and ninety-five centimetres in height.

► “Good Grief...Are you listening now?”

🍒 Noriaki Kakyoin 🍒

► Kakyoin would turn to you before bringing up what he needed to talk about, only to realise that you had your Walkman plugged in. If the subject isn’t necessary, he will leave you be to enjoy your tunes, but if the issue on the matter is essential, he will interfere.

► To grab your attention, He would gradually show his hand in your field of view, doing his best not to make you jump.

► When you take off your headphones to hear what he has to say, he nods, almost like a sign of acknowledgement. ► “Sorry for the intrusion, but Mr Joestar should be here shortly.”

🗡️ Jean Pierre Polnareff 🗡️

► Polnareff could be talking on behalf of the whole of France before realising you unintentionally weren’t listening to him. When he finally notices your lack of contributions, he folds his arms and has a stern expression.

► He would start announcing ‘Hello?’ In a dragged out tone, getting louder and louder each time.

► When he’s had enough, he would pull one side of the headphone away from your ear.

► “Hey! Are you deaf? I was telling a story!”

🔥 Muhammad Avdol 🔥

► Avdol would have a similar approach to Kakyoin, respecting your space and leisure. Stopping his sentence is when he realises you were in your own world.

► He has a lot of patience when it comes to people; he would wait until you were ready before continuing the conversation.

► Avdol has never really seen the appeal with portable music devices. He has always been a fan of the radio.

► If he has your attention, he will gesture, taking a pair of headphones off, hoping you’d follow.

► “We should get going.”

✈️ Joseph Joestar ✈️

► This man relies on his Walkman while travelling alone. His face would light up when he sees someone your age enjoying music.

► Joseph would rest his hand around your shoulder with a good grip; he means no harm; he’s just excited.

► Joseph would show interest in what you were listening to since he owns a Walkman himself. He’s always looking for new cassettes to try.

► “What you listening to? ‘Simple Minds’? Lemme borrow that cassette when you’re done!”

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pars-ley · 4 years ago

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Try again

Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub for @yutasgalaxy really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk @vantxx95

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of.

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face.

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here?

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed.

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either.

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both.

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back."

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more.

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed.

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him.

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely.

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capricorn-stark · 4 years ago

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Headphones

pairing: dick grayson x reader, established relationship, fluff

warning: mild language, yet another late night idea that came to me from absolutely nowhere

a/n: IM ALIVE!!!!

The music in your headphones were blasting at levels that you knew would make you deaf a little too early in life, but personally, you were enjoying yourself a little too much to really care.

After all, didn’t everyone tell you to live life in the moment? Sure, usually they weren’t implying that you needed to destroy your health and hearing in order to accomplish that, but anyways - you were enjoying your little session of listening to music and casually tapping through your phone.

Or you were, until someone had the audacity to take your headphones right off of your head.

Your reaction of hey! was met with an obnoxious laugh from Dick as he slid them over his own ears, much to your chagrin.

“This is what you were listening to?” he asked, avoiding your attempts at smacking him to get the headphones back with perfect ease. “This is why you were ignoring me while I was tryna talk to you for the past five minutes-”

“You weren’t even here!” You protested loudly as you were forced to actually set your phone down and think about moving from the couch to get them. You could never get a break these days. “I literally didn’t even see you!”

“I was right over there across from the armchair!” he insisted in return, and you finally let out a very deep sigh as you pushed yourself out of your seat. You would return, after you took your rightful property back from your jerk of a boyfriend you totally hadn’t ignored. On purpose. “I was trying to talk to you about going out, ‘cus I got a day off tomorrow-” Dick laughed and dodged another one of your attempts to steal them back. “-and I thought you’d be into the idea, but I guess not-”

“I am into the idea!” Attempting to yank his arm down with just your incredible brute strength and sheer power clearly wasn’t working. The guy’s biceps were made of steel or something. Little perks of being an acrobat. “Just not while you steal my stuff-”

“What’s mine is yours and what’s yours in mine, babe,” he told you with infuriating serenity as he evaded yet another one of your brilliant tactics to grab them back. “And sharing is caring - you have some interesting songs in this playlist.”

“We can’t all listen to 80′s boybands, can we-”

“That’s what Babs thinks I listen to!” he protested with a groan, grin breaking for just a second as he pressed a hand to his head. Alas, he didn’t break long enough for you to get them, blocking your hands just before you could touch the headphones. Victory had been so close, yet so far away. “Ha, nice try - and for the record, I don’t know why she thinks 80′s boybands are the music to my soul-”

“I heard you listening to New Kids on the Block last week!”

“It was a moment of weakness!” he repeated insistently for the five-hundredth time since the incident had taken place, groaning yet again while his face flushed pink. “You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Dick, I’ve seen your 80′s boyband playlist on Spotify, you don’t have to keep denying it,” you deadpanned, actually pausing from your endeavor for a second to give him a disbelieving look.

“What?” Clearly, this was news to him, because he paused from trying to dart away from you as well. “When?”

“You made it a public playlist.”

“What?” The shock in his voice and the way his eyes widened actually made you almost laugh. “No way - there’s no way I - dammit!”

You had managed to back him all the way up to the side of the sofa, surprising him with a push that landed him smack on his back across it, allowing you to let out a triumphant laugh of victory before climbed over him and took back what was rightfully yours. The headphones were still blaring when you moved to set them over your ears, scrambling back up before he could get you back for it.

“So long, Gray - hey!” He yanked you right back on top of him before you could make your grand exit, laughing his ass off while you attempted to scowl and push your hair out of your face. “Seriously? You couldn’t just let me have this one?”

“Nope,” he answered with a cheeky grin, hands still resting against your hips as he tugged you forward into a kiss. You couldn’t try to stay mad at him after that, and you knew he knew that as well as you did. “But maybe next time, babe. Y’know, you really almost had me there for a sec.”

“I did have you,” you corrected with a grin yourself as you turned off your music, letting the headphones fall around your neck. “I totally had you, you just got lucky right now.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you really think?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re right, you did have me,” he admitted, causing you to laugh again. “Hey, I can admit defeat! I’m a great sport like that.”

“Sure you are.”

“I am!” He rested one arm behind his head, making himself a little more comfortable as he looked up at you again. “And how about that date night tomorrow? If you’re still listening to me, that is-”

“I am listening,” you insisted with a groan, eliciting a grin from him. “And sure. I guess I could hang out with you since I don’t have anything else to do-”

“Else to do - like what? Ignoring your other boyfriends?”

“Exactly.” He was laughing again when he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Got it, thanks for making room for me in your oh-so busy schedule. Tomorrow it is.” You hummed in response, brushing his hair out of his face as you looked back at him with a slight smile.

“It’s a date.”

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sleepybosmer · 5 years ago

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Please don't be sad 💕 I know what it feels like to be that shy. The moment I realize someone is actually listening to me when I sing, I go blank and stop. I just can't continue. -- And it's a very beautiful thing that happened today and it's something new you can look forward to. Be happy, be proud too!! Small steps do matter. And I believe in you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Wtf anon I JUST stopped crying stoppp😭😭😭😭😭 I'm gonna bawl my eyes out again. Thank you so much for this, it's very comforting to hear. I'm just way too emotional today because ahaaa pms🤪🤙 But it feels good to conquer at least a part of that fear, to beat some shyness. I'm trying to do that more, so honestly, this is a HUGE step for me. Hopefully things will be just more easier and more beautiful from now on and anxiety will suck my giant dick<3 thank you again sweetie 🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#I should sleep now but I feel like blasting music into my ears until I go deaf but it's never loud enough #How will I. Get up for college. How will I function. It's almost 1am #Sleepy answers

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amjustagirl · 4 years ago

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm.

Notes: Multipart fic, slow burn. Updates to come soon (and dw, fic’s completed, so you won’t be left hanging ^^)

Masterlist here

AO3 Link here

‘You sure you want the job?’ Miya Osamu asks her when she turns up at his shop, application in hand, responding to the advertisement in Onigiri Miya’s window for part time staff - general help needed, ability to ride a scooter a plus point - it had read.

There are only fifteen seats in Onigiri Miya, and hardly any space for her to fit her backpack between her knees, but sunlight streams in invitingly from the glass shop front and there is a faint smell of grilled rice and fried fish that reminds her of weekly lunches at her grandparents’ home.

‘Yes’, she answers, gesturing with her thumb at her scooter parked outside the shop. ‘I think I’m a good fit for this job’. The corner of Miya Osamu’s mouth lifts ever so slightly, and he leans forward in his seat, hand extended to her.

‘Welcome to Onigiri Miya then’, he says before proceeding to brisk walk her through the ins and outs of the shop, the scope of her responsibilities, work schedule and (most importantly) her wage, leaving her head spinning at the end of the impromptu briefing. Miya Osamu seems passionate about his craft, his face brightening up with enthusiasm when he talks her through the various onigiris he sells, the type of rice he buys (from a boutique rice farmer in Hyogo, apparently), and he’s generous enough to offer her a decent wage, more than what she could be making working in a combini.

She stands by her bike on the roadside, tilting her face to the setting sun. There is the faintest smell of rain in the air.

She soon falls into the rhythm of Onigiri Miya.

Osamu is strangely territorial over food preparation, so her tasks in the kitchen are mainly limited to washing rice (thrice in clean water, drained thoroughly) and doling out cups of tea and bowls of soup. When he finds out that she’s studying accountancy at Osaka University, he immediately places her in charge of the cash register (and later, in charge of their books). Her scooter comes in handy when he needs her to do urgent stock runs or deliveries to customers.

She learns the name of their regular customers - Abe-san, who only ever orders salmon onigiris with a side of pork bone soup. Kawasaki-san, who spends half her meal complaining about her aches and pains to a sympathetic Osamu. Mina-san, who turns up every day for breakfast after Osamu includes spam onigiri on his menu after he overhears that she misses her hometown of Okinawa.

Osamu calls her over at the end of her shift on a busy Saturday night. ‘I’ve a large order for an old customer of mine. D’you think you could help deliver it?’

There is a gleam in his eye that she does not quite like.

‘You sound like you’re sending me out to slaughter’ she comments half-jokingly, to which he responds with an amused shrug of his shoulder. She considers whether it’s bad form to throw her shoe at her boss’s head, but decides not to waste her time. So she shoulders the large sack of food, heading off on her scooter to a neat apartment building in a quiet neighbourhood.

Well – it would have been a quiet neighbourhood but for the music blasted from the top floor of her destination. She has to cover her ears the minute the elevator opens and wonders if their neighbours are deaf or dead because there is no way otherwise the apartment wouldn’t have copped a noise complaint. Grimacing at the tape over the doorbell, she knocks politely on the door.

There is no response.

She knocks once more, less politely this time, but still the door does not open. ‘Hello, your delivery is here!’ she calls firmly, slamming her fist down on the sturdy wooden door.

There is still no response.

She’s about to turn around when the door crashes open and a blonde head pops out. Her jaw falls open because standing before her is the spitting image of her boss that just sent her out with this order, albeit blonde and ever so slightly broader.

‘You’re not ‘Samu, but you’re pretty’, he leers, leaning against the doorway.

She’s tempted to deck him but she’s pretty sure that would mean losing her job. So reminding herself that all that’s standing between her and her bed is this delivery, she bites her tongue and extends the bag of food to him. ‘Your order, sir. Payment please.’

‘Didn’t ‘Samu mention that I don’t need to pay?’ The blonde Osamu replica tugs the bag of food towards him, frowning when she refuses to let go.

‘Not that I know of - and I can’t let you have your order unless you pay for it’, she answers firmly, foot against the door.

He straightens into his height in a thinly veiled attempt to intimidate her - and while he’s at least six foot of solid muscle from what she can see, it’s thanks to years of working in her father’s shop with men at least a full head taller and broader than her that she’s not afraid to tip her chin up at him with her widest, sharpest grin until he looks away to draw out a couple of thousand yen bills from his pocket, enough to cover the bill.

‘Fine, fine - tell ‘Samu he wins’, he grumbles, slamming the door in her face.

She waits until she’s back at her scooter and a good distance away from the apartment before she dials Osamu’s number.

‘What was that?’ she asks without preamble when he picks up.

‘What was what?’ Osamu answers, sounding uncharacteristically amused.

‘Don’t play cute with me! Did you just make me deliver food to your brother?’

‘My twin actually’, and he ignores her squawk of indignation. ’Did he pay up?’

‘What do you take me for - of course! I didn’t let go of the food until he did.’

‘Huh’, Osamu responds, sounding surprised. ‘That’s the first time he actually gave in’. And with that, he laughs merrily and hangs up on her.

She shrugs it off as one of her boss’s weird quirks.

Except it doesn’t stop as being a weird quirk but turns into an annoying habit.

Atsumu quickly becomes a regular customer (she learns during one of the twins’ many bickering sessions that he’s back in Osaka after several competitions), and Osamu latches on pretty fast that she’s far better than he is at forcing Atsumu to pay for the food he eats, so he sics her on Atsumu every time the blonde setter shows up at the shop for a meal.

‘Pay up’ she orders Atsumu for the fourth time this week. Her tone gives no berth for refusal so Atsumu reaches for his pockets even as he grumbles his complaints about ‘cowardly scrubs’ and ‘ crazy bitches’ at a grinning Osamu.

‘You should give me a raise for managing your brother’, she complains to Osamu later, and though he raises an eyebrow at her, to her surprise, he does exactly that.

Osamu proceeds to take advantage of said raise to send her to man their stand at MSBY’s first match of the season, armed with a few hundred onigiris. Business is brisk, but she finds her attention diverted by the sheer speed of the plays and the way the players all seem to have wings in their feet.

Atsumu in particular catches her eye. Osamu explained to her over a slow day at work about volleyball positions and basic plays, and he boasted about Atsumu’s talent as a setter, how ‘he always takes the best care of his spikers’. Watching him now, even to her untrained eye, she can see how much thought he puts into each of his plays - the way he tricks the blockers to let his spikers fly high above them, the quick side stepping of increasingly frustrated attackers, the dump shots at the most unexpected of times.

She’s impressed, though she doesn’t want to admit it - because Atsumu has the personality of a puddle of muddy rainwater, and she's fairly sure he'd never let her hear the end of it if he ever finds out.

So it isn’t surprising when she spots him being hassled by a large gaggle of his fan girls outside the sports hall. They’re hanging off his arms begging him for autographs - and probably something much less innocent from the way his eyes are bugging out of his head. It’s tempting to walk away from him – it’s not as if he’s been particularly nice to her after all, but a few of the more rabid fan girls seem to get a little too close for comfort and she figures even he doesn’t deserve that . Plus he probably can’t just shove them off because that might cause yet another PR debacle that she and Osamu have become accustomed seeing in the news, so she breathes a sigh through her nose, cursing her conscience.

‘Oi asshat, your ride’s here’, she shouts as loudly as she can, shouldering her way to the center of the crowd. His fan girls stare in stunned silence, but Atsumu catches on after she shoves her spare helmet into his chest, and grabbing her wrist for dear life, they sprint all the way to her scooter.

‘Don’t tell me you’ve never ridden before’, she snaps as he fiddles helplessly at his helmet.

‘Of course, I have, what d’you take me for, some scrub?’ he retorts when he manages to strap his it on to his head. Her scooter groans under his weight.

Yes - she itches to retort, because he’s clearly lying. He fights to keep upright as she loops her way through bends on the road and maintains a white knuckled grip on the back of his seat until she comes to a stop two streets away where his fan girls are unlikely to see him.

‘So, where to?’ she asks him as he wheezes, trying to catch his breath. ‘I could let you off here, or we could grab some food - your choice.’

‘Eh… Could we drop by 7-11?’ he chuckles sheepishly.

‘Really? You want me to take you to a combini when your brother literally owns a restaurant?’

‘I’m cravin’ an egg mayo sandwich, what’s wrong with that?!’ he yells as she revs off, and she laughs when he squeaks and clings on to her waist.

They end up at a combini anyway. Atsumu buys his egg mayo sandwich. And a bucket load of oden. And a bagful of karaage. And two pudding cups (singly packed, none of the triple cup kind for him thank you very much). At least he steers clear of the onigiri section, because Osamu might explode otherwise if he ever finds out.

‘You’re paying the fine if my bike gets impounded’ she tells him sourly.

‘Relax - it’ll be fine’, he waves his hand airily at her. ‘’Sides, what’s a girl like you doing with a bike?’

‘A girl like me?’ she echoes, tilting her head in confusion.

‘Y’know - kinda square and all? I assumed so, since ‘Samu mentioned you’re studying to be an accountant’, he clarifies through a mouthful of food.

‘Square?! ’ she mouths at him, outraged, and he grins unrepentantly back at her, crunching on karaage. She abandons her annoyance to scoot back to avoid the ensuing spray of crumbs.

‘Do you want me to answer seriously, or was that a rhetorical question, gross pig?’

‘Please, I’m always serious, darlin’, he drawls.

She steals a fishcake from him in retaliation and he tries to rap her knuckles with his sandwich. They only settle down when the combini staff glare at them mildly in reproof.

‘I’ve always wanted to ride a bike ‘cos it seemed like it allowed its rider to be free’, she says, shooting a fond look through the window at her own scooter, rusty and old it may be.

‘I mean it allows you to get from one place to another, what’s so special about that?’ he asks, cocking his head in confusion.

‘Mm…well, not just that. You see, when I was younger, I used to be so jealous of my older brothers getting to ride their motorbikes. They refused to let me borrow it, so I stole it one day when they weren’t looking and took off - but because I was so excited, I hit the thrusters so hard on the way up a hill that I ended up crashing on the way down. But right before I crashed, there was a moment when I was on the top of the world with the wind in my face - it was the first time I truly felt alive .’

She closes her eyes at the memory, her mouth lifting into a smile. ‘And that’s what I become addicted to - chasing that feeling of being completely unfettered from the world, like a bird in the sky.

He stares at her meditatively, as though she’s a puzzle he can’t quite solve.

‘What!’ she exclaims, the tips of her ears flushing pink, suddenly self-conscious.

‘Nothin’, darlin’. Just thought that you’re more interesting than I thought’. Ignoring her indignant ‘ what?!’ , he stands up, brushing the crumbs off his lap. ‘Shall we get goin’? It’s about to rain.’

The ride back to his apartment passes in a blur of streetlights and gathering rain clouds, but thankfully it’s not as unpleasant as it was before as Atsumu eases into his seat, moving with her when she drops into a bend, loosening his hands on her waist. Still, she suspects it’s all bravado, as he stumbles stiff legged off the bike when they reach his apartment.

But as to be expected from a seasoned athlete used to the spotlight, he manages to plaster on a grin, cocky and charming enough to make her blush.

‘Thanks for the ride’, he says. ‘I wouldn’t mind coming out again with you for a ride sometime’.

Then he smiles at her, and it’s soft, shorn of the sharp edges she’s used to seeing. It plants an unfamiliar seed of warmth in her core that survives her race home against the storm.

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