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hyunpic · 3 months ago
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dixonswingz · 2 months ago
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When you’re ready
pairing: daryl x reader (no use of y/n)
warnings: smut, gentle daryl, not angry daryl, loss of virginity, fingering, pet names, unprotected piv, lmk if i missed any but i think thats it!
wc: 1,991
im not responsible for what you read. smut below the cut.
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Daryl and you met when you stumbled upon the group at the quarry. Both of you were immediately attracted to each other, but of course the grump Daryl is, it took him a while to warm up and talk to you.
It’s about a year later, your group staying in the prison now. Daryl has warmed up to you, he is now head over heels for you. He finally showed this when your group first arrived at the prison. Not long after, the two of you started dating.
There have been many times where the two of you have gotten intimate, but you eventually told him you were a virgin. Thankfully, he understood and told you to just let him know when you are ready and he will make it special.
You’ve wanted him to take your virginity, but every time it almost happens, you chicken out from being so nervous. But tonight might be the night. You’re gonna try to not chicken out.
You and Daryl got a cell far from everyone else, but close enough to know if anything bad were to happen. It was late at night, pretty much everyone was asleep. You decided to take a much needed shower.
After you stepped out from the water, you wrapped a towel around your body and walked back to you and Daryl’s cell. It was silent, the only sound you could hear was the patter of your damp feet on the cold floor.
Daryl was still awake, you could hear the noise of him sharpening his arrows. You had found some old sheets and made a makeshift door to get some sort of privacy. You pushed aside the sheets and stepped inside, shivering a bit at the coolness of the air.
Daryl looked up at you, his eyes softening as a little smile grew on his face. “Hey sunshine” He never failed to make you blush with all his pet names. You mumbled a quiet “Hi” as you grabbed your clothes.
You had a pit in your stomach, Daryl didn’t know that tonight you wanted him to take your virginity. He had no clue. But, he could read you like a book whenever you were upset, nervous, or angry. No matter how much you lied about being fine, he always knew.
“Somethin’ wrong?” Your back was turned to him, but you could feel his eyes on you. “U-uhm.. No, im alright” You swallowed loudly. There was shuffling behind you, then the warmth of his hands around your waist. “Darlin’ we’ve gone over this many times.. I know when somethin’s wrong with ya”
You let out a sigh, turning around to face him. “I-i..” Why were you so nervous? He’s seen you naked before, touched you before, kissed every spot on your skin before, yet you were still so nervous. “I think.. I’m ready..” Daryl’s face turned serious. “Ya sure darlin?” You nodded. Daryl nodded back.
“Can we do it right now..?” You averted your gaze as a warm blush crept up to your cheeks. He hummed in response, leaving kisses all over your face. He pulled you in closer, starting to pull off the towel that was still around your body. “Is this okay?” His voice was quiet and gentle. “Yeah..” You sighed out.
Daryl nodded, taking off your towel completely. He took a step back and admired your body as if it was the first time he’s seen it. You blushed, feeling really nervous as he stared at you. “Fuck yer beautiful..” He smiled softly as his hands went back to your hips.
As you started to kiss him, your hands went down to his belt. “Can I..?” Daryl nodded in approval, letting you unbuckle his belt. Then you popped the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down as well. Your hand lightly grazed the tent in his pants. He let out a quiet grunt and started kissing on your neck.
You pulled his pants down, letting him step out of them. He was in his boxers and shirt now. You tugged slightly at the bottom of his shirt, wanting him to take it off. Daryl got the hint and moved away from your neck, pulling his shirt off of him and throwing it somewhere in the cell.
Instead of going back to your neck, Daryl took you into a deep, passionate kiss. He held onto you as the two of you slowly backed up to the bed. Once the bed hit the back of your legs, you laid down as he followed you on top, his arms next to your body holding himself up.
He continued to kiss you, pushing the warmth of his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered softly as you two played with each other’s tongues. One of his hands crept down your body, shivering under his touch.
He let a finger slowly graze over your cunt as you broke the kiss with a moan. “Daryl..” Your voice sounding so needy. You weren’t gonna chicken out this time, you were too caught up in the moment to be nervous right now.
One of his thick fingers slipped into your aching pussy, all the way to the knuckle. You whimpered at the feeling, arching your back a little. As you grabbed onto his shoulders, he slid another finger in.
Daryl started to move his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace as you looked at him with lust in your eyes, your eyelids beginning to feel heavy. “‘M stretchin ya out.. preparin ya for my cock..” He whispered into your ear, sending chills throughout your whole body.
You started to buck your hips slightly as his fingers went at a faster pace. “Daryl.. fuck.. im close…” He looked up at you with a smirk on his face. “Already? We barely jus started” You whined at his teasing.
You loved when he teased you though during moments like this. Although you two have never had sex, you’ve given plenty of blowjobs to him. He ate you out and fingered you plenty of times too.
His fingers curled up, going faster as you moaned louder. A hand slapped across your mouth. “Ya gotta be quieter… Don’t want anyone hearin ya.. savin’ ya from the embarrassment alright?” You nodded, thinking about what everyone would say if they did hear you.
His fingers still curled and thrusted at a fast pace as your body trembled, coming all over his fingers. It was crazy how much he could do to you without even fucking you.
You took him in a deep kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please… i’m ready… please Daryl..” He smirked at your neediness. This always turned him on, hearing you begging for him to touch you.
Daryl pulled off his boxers, chucking them over his shoulders. You shuddered when you felt his tip sliding across your folds. He grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.
“If it starts hurtin or ya wanna stop, you say somethin’ alright?” You nodded as he kissed your neck. Then, you whimpered as you felt the burning sensation as the tip of his cock pushed into you.
The pain wasn’t terrible though, so you told him to keep going. As he was almost halfway, you grabbed his arms letting out a whimper of pain and pleasure. “I-it’s too much baby..” He peppered your face in soft kisses. “It’s alright sunshine, once I start movin’ the pain will be gone. You can do this” His little appraisal made warmth cover your face.
“Okay..” You sighed out, letting him push more into you. Once he bottomed out, he stayed still to let you adjust. He looked down at you, your back arched with your mouth open. “You okay darlin’” You nodded as you fluttered your eyes open.
“Y-yea.. it just hurts a little still…” Daryl nodded and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. After a moment, you felt alright and told him to start moving. He slowly pulled out, thrusting back inside as gentle as he could.
He leaned down, kissing your neck softly as you wrapped your arms around him trying to pull him as close as possible to you. “Oh god.. Daryl…” Your legs wrapped around his waist, his thrusts speeding up a little.
The whimpers coming out of your mouth into his ear made him wanna cum right then and there. Daryl let out quiet grunts as he thrusted in and out of you, hitting your cervix every time. “Fuck yer so tight..” He groaned into your ear, making you shiver. “You like it? You like me fuckin’ yer little virgin pussy?”
The dirty talk made you moan, arousing you more if that was even possible. “Yeah.. shit.. yeah baby..” A warm feeling started to take over your stomach. Your back arched as you grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets beneath your bodies. “Faster please.. mhpm.. im so close Daryl..” Although you never called him something like ‘Daddy’, hearing you whimper his name was just as good. The name coming out of your mouth in such a whiny, needy tone.
Daryl pushed his weight into his arms as he held himself up more to look down at you. He thrusted into you faster, the sound of skin slapping becoming louder. He threw his head back letting out grunts as you let out moans, trying to be as quiet as possible.
“Shit darlin’.. ‘m so close.. fuck, you gonna cum all over this cock? Hm?” Your orgasm washed over you, nodding at his question letting out whimpers and moans. He fucked you so fast, the bed began squeaking underneath you two. Your nails dug into his arms as you arched your back, coming all over his cock as your body shook.
He groaned, his thrusts getting more sloppy and inconsistent. He hit your g-spot over and over, causing you to whine and whimper at the overstimulation. Daryl put his hand over your mouth as you became louder, but the moans quieted down once you moaned into his hand.
He fucked you insanely fast as you trembled under him. Daryl pulled out of you, coming all over your abdomen. “Hngh.. Shitshitshit.. Holy fucking shit darlin’..” He rested on his heels as the sound of both of you panting took over the room.
As you sat up, you looked down between your legs and saw a little bit of red, panic rising in your stomach. “Am I bleeding? Daryl why am I bleeding?” He looked into your eyes, sensing the panic as he cupped your face leaving gentle kisses everywhere.
“Darlin’ it’s okay its normal.. Nothin’s wrong it jus’ happens when ya lose yer virginity” Tears were filling your eyes, nodding as you listened to him. His hand wiped under your eyes and he held you close. “Let’s get ya cleaned up, alright?”
Daryl got up and grabbed the towel you had used, wiping it over your abdomen and between your legs. You shuddered as your cunt was still sensitive. He grabbed your panties and helped you put them on, putting his boxers on himself afterwards.
He laid down next to you, pulling the blanket over the two of you as you looked him in the eyes with adoration. “Ya okay?” A small, sleepy smile crept upon your face. “Yeah..” You sighed out. “Thank you Daryl.. I love you”
Daryl pulled you close to him, you nuzzling into his chest. “I love ya too darlin’” His warm hands rubbed against your back as you started to slip off into sleep. “Go to sleep baby” He whispered into your head as he placed a kiss upon it.
You let out a soft hum, already halfway asleep. Daryl held you close as you fell asleep, chin resting on your head. Soon after, he fell asleep as well. This was just the beginning of his dick destroying you. He had much more in him than you witnessed tonight.
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divider credits: @cafekitsune
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i hope u guys enjoyed this i just made this up on the spot. please please please send me requests!!!!!!!!! im in writers block and it would really be helpful if i received some requests. ill do fics for negan, rick, daryl, and joel miller from tlou :))
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serxinns · 9 months ago
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LoveFever~
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Older! Yandere class 1a x reader
Summary: In which you have a fever and your caring and overbearing amazing pro heroes help you feel better!
Inspiration: @lady-ashfade (check out her newest fic it's so cool!)
"Seems like the cold got worse fuck..." you lie in your bed staring at the client your body felt heavy and your body feels like an oven but your room was usually cold you weakly raised your arm to where you can see it and waved it around slowly and rubbed your eyes your forehead, Shirt and hair was covered in sweat you felt like shit honestly but that's you had a job to do and that was heroism!
You got up careful to not do it quickly to cause more dizziness and dragged yourself to the bathroom you usually hate cold showers but your body was so hot you just needed one so you took a shower, it was unpleasant and discomforting even but it lowered your fever a little bit (author here and I recommend you to not take a cold shower while you have a fever please it could make it worse thank you) you dragged yourself into your closet and got out the spider suit you struggled to get it on you almost fell but managed to get it on you didn't care to make lunch like you usually do you'll just have to suck it up or just find a nearby cafe on your break
You wobbly stumbled down the steps holding on to the rails for dear life until you reached the door where Sero was about to knock "Hey bud! Your 30 minutes and-woah are you okay?.." Sero stopped to look at you his eyes filled with concerned "I-Its nothing Just a *Cough* *Cough* Cold" you said struggling to hold back your coughs zero didn't believe anything at all "Darling you have a fever and you're not taking it well at all you need rest!" "No! im fine I promise it's just a cold that's making me a bit dizzy and sweaty no biggie I've dealt with much worse this is just a pinch now let's go" You tried walking passed Sero but he blocked your doorway not moving a inch with a serious look on his face
"Y/n you're sick very sick it's my day off anyway I can take care of you" "No im *Sneezing* Fine! No *Coughs* weak virus is gonna make me *Coughs* stay home" You broke into coughing fits and that was when Sero had enough "Yep that's it you staying home" he began as he picked you up burial style ignoring your protests he took off your hero costume and tossing it to the side where all you have left was a t-shirt and some shorts he gently laid you down on your bed pulling the covers over you "comfy?" "Fuck you"
During his stay sero has taken extra care of you making sure you take your medication (He had to force your mouth open to take the nasty medicine cause u wouldn't budge but don't worry he gave you water) whenever you feel like throwing up he quickly grabs either the trash can or carries you to the bathroom to throw up while gently rubbing your back and cooing you he hates to admit it but seeing you weak and helpless makes the heart race he wants to be the one to take care of you like this to comfort you when you have days like these and baby you he knows your a very strong and dependable hero but he can't help but wonder what how dependable you might be for him
That was until he heard banging at the door he snapped out of his thoughts and grumbled to himself "I'll be right back make sure to eat your soup" You stuck your tongue out and gave him the middle finger which he chuckled when he opened the door he could see Ochako, Kirishima, Denki, sato, Iida, Izuku, shoto, and momo all standing there "Uh can I help y-" "Wheres y/n!" hakagure cut off his sentence he could tell that she was glaring at him but he didn't care "they're fine we're just having a hang out at his house now will you excuse me they said they just want ME to hang out with him" sero lied with a stern and serious tone "Oh yeah then why can't we see them then?" Ochako glared at him not taking Sero's bullshit zero was about to tell her off until fits of coughs were heard across the room everyone quickly ran past Sero and uninvitedly went into your room
They saw you with a bunch of tissues on the bed and a you trying to eat the soup "uh hey guys when did you get here"
Cue the drama
"Sick?! why didn't you tell us you were sick?!" momo said feeling your forehead with her hand and getting out her thermometer while Ochako was trying to get in your bed to cuddle you to make you feel better Kirishima was trying to make you drink his protein shake saying "It helped you get more manly" while seek was trying to urge them out saying you don't need this iida in the other hand was trying to control everyone and trying to calm down the situation but it's just creates more yelling
Sato was in your kitchen making you a "get well fever" cake in your kitchen, while Izuku was trying to look up recipes and house remedies to help you get better shoto was giving you ice pack after ice pack reassuring you that you'll be ok in his care, everyone was all over the place bickering at each other about what where they doing was wrong and what they were doing was for the best of your health and you were just getting tired of this that was when the small bickering turned into a whole argument
"They need me to take care of them you don't know what you're doing!" momo yelled out in union
"What do you mean you're the one trying to hog them not letting us know that they're sick!" hakagure argued back
"Oh please like you could do anything I bet I could make y/n better less then a day!"
"like you could do any My protein tea mixed with protein powder could make them all better in a minute!" kiri butted in
"You all need to stop fighting your gonna make them have a headache" iida said with his chopping motion
"Yea so inviting yourself in was a good idea?" shoto said
"You did the exact same thing shoto" izuku said while looking so done with everyone's shit
The arguing soon was rising making your headache worse so you crawled under the covers and buried your head under the pillows while arguing sero was 1st noticed this and realized enough was enough so he sneaked into your room while the others were arguing and quietly shut the door and locked it "Mi amor..?" he quietly said and seconds later your head slowly sprout up your nose stuffed up and your hair was messier then ever you looked so tired and miserable it broke his heart
"Mi Amor I am so sorry I shouldn't have been arguing like this in the 1st place I promise im gonna fix this ok?" too tired to even protest that it was his fault as well you just wanted the yelling to stop so you slowly nodded your head and he softly smiled, you point to your dresser where the pain pills were at and got some tissues from the bathroom in your room you took the pills and helped you blow your nose soon enough the pill made you drowsy and knocked you out pretty quick sero ruffled your hair and went out the room to handle some business
"SH" Sero whispered harshly as everyone stopped what they were doing "While you were bickering and arguing about who's better I helped them get to sleep and they ordered me to tell you to get out only but me" Everyone gawked at the statement and tried to argue again but quickly shut their mouth only realizing that your sleeping in the other room "but we need to go check on them they need-" "They don't need anyone help mochiko you all "helped" enough now it's time for you to leave you're happy to give them a get well gift but that's it" "And what makes you think we'll leave," izuku said glaring at the dark-haired boy he only shrugged "How about we all settle this in a fight ONLY outside" sero's grin grew wider while the others look at him and at each other "Deal whoever wins gets to take care of y/n for the rest of the day" Momo grinned confidently that she'll be able to win your heart and affection
And now a bunch of pro heroes are fighting in your front yard and you just peacefully sleeping with your favorite plush ochako gifted you
Nobody won the fight because Bakugo was sent there to stop a commotion at your neighbor so he was already worried and ready to kill anyone who dared to mess with you but all he sees is a bunch of pro heroes fighting on your front lawn needless to say they all got scolded and was harshly sent home by bakugo and when he heard you were sick as well?! Oh hell No! How could those pests fight over something so stupid when poor little you are suffering from a weak virus when everyone was sent home he went into your house and made sure to take care of you the PROPER way he fixed you some tea his mom made when he was sick as a kid and some of his famous chicken soup and waited for you to wake you up while he sat by your bed
but you had other plans when you thought his lap was pillows so you lazily crawled yourself over and slept on them he was flushed he wanted to shout and insult you to get up but he suddenly had an evil grin on his face and decided to take a picture with you laying down on his lap his fingers tangled between your hair and decided to post it on a secret group chat they still used today for crazy sheingains and gushing about you and let's say they were all PISSED
everyone was hurling insults at Bakugo making him laugh mina was jealous that she wasn't there to see you and take care of you Denki and Kirishima were whining calling Bakugo unfair and mean when behind the screen both were glaring jealously at their phones jirou and tsuyu was bit sad she couldn't come but was secretly cropping the photo with your sleeping face as their new wallpaper
Bonus: when you woke up bakugo demanded you to eat his soup to make you feel better and you were now spammed by worried-obsessed fans and angry and jealous Pro Hero 1a spamming your phone
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johnwickb1tsch · 5 months ago
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 36 all chapters
WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘
You are getting the feeling that Mariko Kimura doesn’t really like you. 
And maybe it’s stupid, but you’re really not used to that.
Worse yet, this woman basically has a license to beat the hell out of you as The Personal Trainer–how else are you going to learn how to defend yourself in this vicious world? Strikes, blocks, throws, joint locks–she’s taking her job seriously, and after a week has gone by you’re not sure how much more you can actually handle. Maybe you’re a hiker girl, but it’s been a long time since you’ve done any athletic activity that demanded you give everything you have, take a breath, and then give fifty percent more. Your body hurts everywhere. Your torso is bruised in twenty places under your top, and you think she might have knocked one of your back teeth loose with a dirty punch.
You do not want to complain to John. You know he went through so much worse, and it would feel like tattling. So you take a moment to compose yourself on a bench before returning to your room, breathing deeply. That hurts too–jesus fuck, did she crack your ribs? 
What you really want to do is have a good little cry, but that’s completely off the table. 
Show no weakness. 
“Are you alright, my dear?”
Your eyes fly open to find Winston Scott, looking dapper as ever in a pinstripe suit, standing nearby. You hadn’t heard him approach. That’s probably not a good thing, even in this supposedly neutral environment. 
“I’m fine,” you say brightly with a smile you know looks more like a grimace. “Just…catching my breath.”
“May I?”
You scoot over on the antique wooden bench, very aware that you are sweaty as the proverbial whore in church, surprised this fastidious man would dare come within six feet of you at the moment. 
“I must admit I was surprised when I saw that Jonathan enrolled you with Miss Kimura. She is close friends with Akira Shimazu.” 
“I…don’t know what that means,” you admit. 
“Ah. Well, Jonathan should.”
You blow out a long breath through your teeth, bracing your kidneys. Maybe a shower and a dip in the cool waters of the pool downstairs would be nice. 
“I don’t want to get anyone into trouble,” you sigh. If John suspects Mariko is playing rougher than what is demanded for some personal reason that has nothing to do with you, that could breed a whole new problem. You have enough problems. 
“As you wish. I am not sure you know this about our Jonathan yet, but politics are not his strong suit. He is the best at what he does, but the more subtle machinations of our world still escape him.”
This doesn’t come as a total surprise to you, although if you let Winston in on some of the psychological games John played with you not so long ago, the old man’s hair might have stood on end.
Or, maybe not. 
“Are you telling me it’s my job to keep him from killing everyone when the Camorra finally show for this sitdown?” 
“Well. I’m sure you’ve heard tell of what happened with Santino d’Antonio.”
“Yes.” 
“Perhaps Jonathan is in a better state of mind these days thanks to you. But I also fear what our dear boy may do, to defend you.”
Hearing anyone call your fearsome assassin John dear boy brings a little smile to your lips. You are glad that someone seems to be in his corner. You’ve gotten the impression from hearing John talk that Winston is like a father figure to him. You’re relieved it goes both ways. 
“I will keep what you’re telling me in mind.” 
“That is all I ask,” he says with a nod, standing. “And perhaps, a little break from the Trainer would do you good.”
A small laugh escapes you–you know it sounds bitter. “You give very good advice, Mr. Scott.” 
“I know I do. If only the young people around me would deign to benefit from my wealth of experience.” This is his parting shot, and you watch as he makes his exit stage left, leisurely strolling back down the hall like a king in his castle. 
***
Lounging in a warm bubbly bath–with John Wick’s solid naked body behind you, maybe makes the beatings you’ve been taking worth it. 
Ok, it’s totally fucking worth it. Nothing hurts anymore…except for when his soapy hands gently massaging your sore muscles find a bruise. There are a lot of them. 
It also helps that a few minutes ago he ran those soapy hands all over your breasts and aching center, coaxing a soul-wrenching orgasm out of you, all while talking you through it with his low voice in your ear.
He never actually asked if you’re alright, and you take that as a compliment. Maybe it’s fucked up, but you’re kinda proud of your pain tolerance–and John’s quiet approval. 
That doesn’t mean you’re capable of keeping your mouth shut about something else that’s bothering you. 
“Who is Akira Shimazu?” you ask sleepily, your head lolled back on his broad shoulder. His hands pause tellingly upon you, before resuming their soothing circuit. 
“She’s the daughter of one of my oldest friends, Koji,” he finally answers, his tone deliberately neutral. “He…was killed by the High Table, when I went to his Continental in Osaka for shelter.” 
There is a lot to unpack in that sentence. You start with the part that alarms you the most. “Wait…the High Table are allowed to break the rules of the Continental?” If those fuckers were coming, supposedly to play mediator–what good would it do, if they were not bound to follow their own rules? 
“Not usually,” he assures you. “The Marquis who was hunting me was granted…privileges.” 
“Sounds like bullshit.” 
“It was bullshit.” 
You decide this is all the information you need to connect the dots. If you were Akira Shimazu, you would probably blame John Wick for your father’s death too. And if you were Akira’s friend, and had no recourse to hurt John Wick directly–beating up his girlfriend was pretty much the next best thing. Great. 
“Why are you asking me this?” 
“Oh…just a conversation I had with Winston today.” You turn in the bath, reaching for the soap to return the favor to John, only in part to distract him. He weighs you with those dark eyes, only half believing you, or at least, sensing there’s more than what you’re telling him. You sit up straddling his lap, running your hands over his chest. His eyes slide closed, quiet for some time as you touch him. His wounds from the home invasion have healed now, his stitches out just the other day. Now they are simply slick pink flesh under your fingertips–as though it had all just been a bad dream.
These moments seem even more precious between you, now. You want to hoard them like a dragon with its pile of gold, keep them forever shining in your memory. You know what you’ll draw in your sketch journal tonight. You’ve been trying to keep up with a drawing a day, a way to pass the time, though the past week you’ve been too tired in the evening.
“Is Mariko…associated with Akira?” 
Maybe Winston doesn’t give John enough credit. 
“I think they might be friends.”
He touches a bruise on your arm with a new understanding, his dark brows drawn in a frown.
Well shit. So much for being subtle. 
“Is she hurting you on purpose?” 
“She’s…not pulling any punches. That’s ok, John. I’ve learned more this past week than in the five years I did in Tae Kwon Do.” You realize that is absolutely true. 
John’s eyes narrow as he searches out your bruises with new eyes. “I’m sorry.” 
It’s interesting to you, how it was par for the course before, but with the new information that it might be personal, it’s suddenly not ok. 
“Don’t be.” 
“I didn’t think I would be a good hand to hand combat teacher for you.”
“Why not?” you ask, not accusing, just curious. 
“Because when I put my hands on you I just want to fuck you,” he admits bluntly, raising gooseflesh all across your body, your greedy cunt suddenly clenching in insistent reminder of her state of abject emptiness...drama queen.  
 “Even…if we were fighting?”
Considering his penchant for chasing, maybe you already know the answer to that. He blows through his nose, pulling you close with those mitts for hands on your hips so that you can feel he’s hard just with the thought of it. 
He ducks to graze his teeth upon the curve of your shoulder, and your state of relaxation is starting to fly out the window again. This man. 
“Especially if we were fighting,” he admits against your ear, his voice gravely with desire. “I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking you down. I’d fuck you right there on the mat, and you wouldn’t learn a thing except that you drive me wild.”
Your nipples tighten with the thought, your breath caught in your throat, and he lifts you easily in the water with that controlling grip on your hips, rubbing your now slick center against his throbbing cock. Tub sex can be tricky, but the bath water stands no chance against the suddenly raging state of your arousal. Without further ado he lifts you onto his cock, impaling you on his thick tip. The glorious glide and stretch of his girthy shaft inside you still takes your breath away, like you can feel him in your lungs, your fingers digging into his shoulders. 
“Fuck,” you squeak, winning a dark chuckle that scrambles your insides. 
“Yeah.”  
It’s the last intelligible word you manage, in the next few minutes, as he uses you just as he pleases, the water sloshing all around as he pistons inside you. It’s all you can do just to hold on, clenching tightly upon his insatiable erection the way you know makes him lose it. 
“Touch yourself for me,” he invites, though you know he’s close. You’ve reached that point in your physical relationship when you know each other’s bodies so well, your rhythms and sounds, down to the very tone of a gasp or the desperation of a thrust. 
“I don’t think I can cum again,” you admit, though you’re thoroughly enjoying him inside you. 
You really didn’t mean it as a challenge, but when he smirks at you with that certain sparkle in his anthracite eyes you just know you’re in for it. 
“Yes you can,” he insists, slowing his pace inside you, arching you back in his arms so that he can flick one of your nipples with his devilishly clever tongue. Oh. Well that’s not fair at all. You reach down to rub your clit while he fills you like this, delaying his pleasure to hit that perfect spot just past your entrance that makes you forget anything else exists in the world but you and him and the promise of a soul-snatching orgasm on the horizon.
“Give it up for me, my pretty girl,” he coaxes with his lips against your skin, and you know the snake must have sounded like that when he spoke to Eve. Tempting and forbidden and yet oh so reasonable. You’ve asked a lot from your body in the past few days. Maybe this is how you die–and what a way to go. That wonderful tingling pressure fills your hips and you moan, forgetting, again, that the other assassins down the hall probably do not want to hear more evidence that John Wick never misses. 
There are stars in your eyes and a ringing in your ears as this shining, bone-shattering release takes you. You are a ragdoll in his arms as he fills you to the hilt and bathes your cervix with the hot rush of his cum. It’s all the two of you can do, not to sink into the water and drown. With a shaky sigh you kiss his lips before melting against him, re-learning how to breathe with his arms wrapped around you, your head on his shoulder. 
He strokes your hair, whispering endearments so low you can’t really make them out, but the tone is so soothing you drift asleep for a few minutes. You only wake when he freshens the bath with more hot water, before drifting off again. 
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Much later, when both of your faculties have returned, and your fingers have turned to prunes, he tells you, “I think we’ll give you a break. We’ll start weapons training tomorrow. That, I will handle myself.” 
This is news to you. “Here? In the hotel?”
“There’s an armory, a range, even a course.” 
“In this hotel?” 
He chuckles a little at your disbelief. “Yeah.” 
The New York Continental: anything and everything a killer could need…
And here you are, trapped amongst them with the man you love. You know this is technically John’s world, but a part of you just can’t shake the feeling that he doesn’t belong here. That he shouldn’t have to be back here–it’s not fair. 
You sit up in the water, reaching for a little yellow rubber duck on the side of the tub, not meeting John’s eyes. You’re not sure where it came from; there must be some inside joke you’re not privy to…but it’s cute. 
You do feel some relief, knowing you’re not going to get beat up again tomorrow, though going through tactical firearms drills makes you more than a little nervous. You’re sure it will be different from plinking in the backyard on a Sunday with your dad and his drinking buddies. Ah, alcohol and guns–a time honored American classic.
“I feel like I’m walking out of here with my Certificate in Baddass Assassin Studies,” you say with a nervous little laugh. “What else is there? Are you going to teach me how to pinball flip someone with a muscle car? Maybe how to ride a motorcycle while swinging a katana?”
His lips twist in a smirk. “If you want, when we go home.” 
You find the thought buoys you with hope. “Will we ever get to go home?”
“Unless you really want to move to Argentina,” he needles you.
“Argentina does sound pretty bitchin’...” you tease him. 
He narrows his eyes at you; after all this time, it still gives you a thrill. “Are you sure your fascination with Argentina doesn’t stem from the good looking men who seem to live there?”
You make a raspberry at the thought. He still remembers Javi, it seems. You do too, of course, but all that feels like a distant dream in your memory. “Darling, I have all the Tall, Dark, and Handsome I can handle right here.” You place the rubber ducky on top of his head as though bestowing a crown, and he rolls his eyes before snatching you to him, water splashing all across the floor again. 
“Who’s going–to clean–that up?” you tease between kisses and giggling, suddenly drunk on his arms around you, his strong hand running down your side to squeeze your behind before long fingers quest further towards your aching center. 
“Baby, that is the least of your worries right now.”    
“I can’t!” you whine in protest as he palms your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You absolutely give yourself away with your joyful laughter that turns into a moan.
“We’ll see, cheeky girl.”  
This insatiable man really might prove the death of you. 
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Pretty sure the rubber ducky is all on @sweetwolfcupcake …😂😘😘😘
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luveline · 1 year ago
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JADE THE EDDIE ZOMBIE AU WITH SHY!READER IS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WISHED FOR! could I request eddie cuddling the reader for the first time? maybe shy!reader gets an infection from her injuries or gets sick and he has to cuddle her to keep her warm??
thank u! eddie zombie au —you and eddie get to know one another and share a shy cuddle. fem!reader, 1.4k
tw throwing up/ vomit mention 
You're in the kind of pain that makes you nauseous whenever you move, and medication isn't making it better. Eddie —your saviour, and your new friend— keeps you doped up generously, but you're terrified to take the strong stuff and he's not eager to give you anything too sedative anyhow. 
"I don't want you to think I'm being selfish," he says, laying on the floor next to the dusty couch that makes for your sick bed, "but I don't know what dose is right, especially when you've had half a bottle of Tylenol in two days. And you had that rum. I should not have let you drink that." 
The rum numbed the pain quickly, but mixing alcohol and painkillers is a terrible idea. You'd been in agony and couldn't have cared less at the time, meanwhile Eddie's adrenaline wore off and he confiscated the bottle. Two hazy days later and you're not feeling any better than you had. It's concerning.
"I think I feel sick," you confess. 
Eddie sits up. When he looks at you, it's with all the care and concern of someone who's known you for years rather than days. "How sick?" 
"Just… sick." 
He holds up his hand carefully. "Can I?" he asks. You nod, and he presses his knuckles to your forehead, moving it an inch lower as he feels for your temperature. 
Eddie frowns. "Alright, not great." 
He eases your shirt up your hip. You're shy, sure, but his touch feels disarmingly intimate, his fingertips barely touching you as he peels the medical tape away from your gauze. He's already changed it twice. Your wound is messy even with his frankly impressive stitching. 
How come you're so good at them? you'd asked him. 
Well, I– I played this game with my friends and we made costumes, sometimes. Guess it came in handy. You know, it's funny, I had to give myself a couple of stitches a while back and it was Shelley-esque. 
Maybe 'cos you couldn't feel them… How are we going to take them out? you'd asked. 
His easy smile abated. Um. Well, we'll figure that out.
Eddie peels the gauze from your hip. "Don't look." 
"What?" you ask, looking down. 
Eddie puts his hand in front of your face. "Don't look, I don't want you to panic again." 
"Is it worth panicking over?" you ask. 
"I don't think it is, but if you see it you'll panic because it's your cut. I think I'm gonna wash it again, okay? Does that sound cool?" 
"I can do it," you say. 
"You don't do it, that would require looking at it."
"I can't look at it," you insist. 
Eddie does the strangest thing, a short line stroke against the uninjured skin beside your wound. He's trying to comfort you, you realise. 
This is why you wouldn't mind being friends with him. If he was going to murder you, he probably wouldn't have bothered saving your life, and he's been really friendly, even when you puked up your dinner yesterday and he had to help you change, too weak from blood loss to do it yourself. He made you more dinner afterwards, too, heating up a can of something on a camping butane fire. 
He's a nice person, you think. A good person.
Eddie washes your wound with water warmed and then left to cool over the camping fire. He pats it dry with a cotton pad, shushing you sympathetically when you whimper. "I have an antiseptic," he says gently, "a real one, not just the rum. We'll put some of that on and let it breathe, yeah?" 
"Whatever you think you should should," you say. 
"Okay. Sit tight. It might hurt again." 
The antiseptic is cold, and it stings for a few seconds where the warm water hadn't. When he's done, Eddie wipes his hands clean and folds your shirt up to keep the cut unmarred. 
You relax, Eddie diligent at your side. He unveils a pack of goldfish snacks he'd been saving for a special occasion and won't listen to you when you refuse them, opening them and pouring a splash of them onto your chest. "They're birthday cake flavour," he says. 
"Don't give me your nice food," you say. 
"Why not? I'm happy to do it. Just eat them. Unless you don't like them? I'm eighty percent sure I have twinkie, and there's a tiny Hershey's bar. Do you like chocolate?”
You eat some of his snacks and reject everything else he offers you. You only get up to use the bathroom (a bucket you'd rather not talk about). Eddie brings you some more warm water and a cloth when the sun sets to wash and sits in the kitchen of the pizzeria to offer you some privacy. 
The staff room feels scary without him. You've known him for not even three days, and already you're worried he's going to run off without you. Considering you'd probably die if he left you now, it's a typical reaction, but he's being so nice. You'd been fucking tired of dragging yourself from one place to another; having someone else waiting on you is a miracle. 
A reprieve. 
"Eddie?" you call. 
"You okay?" 
"You can come back. I'm done." 
"Awesome," he says, quick to turn the corner. He checks that his wagon and bike are still connected before rolling them to the back of the room. With everything done for tonight, he secures the room, hooking a chair under the door handle, and pushing a half filled water tank in front of it. 
"Need anything else?" he asks, crouching in front of you. 
"No," you say gratefully.
"Okay." He sits down on the floor, laying back, your bodies in line and apart. "Tell me if you do." 
You puked on his blanket, too, and he hadn't been able to wash it. He took all the gross stuff, your ruined clothes, blood and vomit covered, and chucked it outside far from the building.
"I'm really sorry about… making such a mess," you say, turning as onto your side as you can manage. 
"Don't be sorry, you couldn't help it." 
"Did you–" You lick your lips quickly. “There's room up here. Not a lot, I know, but you don't have to sleep on the floor. It's getting cold." 
"I don't wanna squish you," he says. 
"I can handle some squishing. You've done so much for me, I don't like that you're on the ground." You clear your throat. "If you want to. I don't mind," you mumble. 
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." 
"It's okay," you say, shifting as far into the back of the couch as you can. It's nice and wide but he'll have to lay on his side to fit. "It might be nice. It really is cold." 
As soon as you've said it, your skin flushes with heat. Embarrassment has you staring resolutely at the wall, more eager than you want to be as Eddie sits on the couch and eases onto his side, legs straight, arms tucked in. It's never going to be comfortable. 
"You can touch me," you say. "It's fine."
Beyond his grazing fingers, you haven't been touched with anything akin to kindness since before the apocalypse began. You want it badly, so badly that his arm pressed over your waist makes you cringe at first. 
"Kinda awkward," he says. 
"I don't remember the last time…" 
You turn your head toward his but close your eyes. Eddie sighs, his body heat already seeping into your side where he's cuddling into you. His arm relaxes over your front, and you relax in turn beneath him. 
"Me neither," he murmurs. "Don't let me hurt you, okay? Push me off if I get too close to your hip." 
You agree. Things are strange for a while, the nerves of being close to him strangling any pleasure, but eventually Eddie falls asleep, his face falling into the slope of your shoulder, and you wrap your arm around his waist to keep him from falling on the ground in his sleep, and the strangeness melds to bone-deep relief. 
It's very, very nice to be held by someone. 
Eddie's curls tickle your face. He snores in his sleep. You try your best to ignore it. 
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hetalia-club · 1 year ago
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Breaking down America's raw power
I think the best way I can describe how I see Alfred's strength is that of a Mantis Shrimp. Like imagine how strong a Mantis shrimp is but in human size. Never heard of Mantis shrimp? Let me lay it out for you. A mantis Shrimp can throw a punch at 50 miles an hour and when it swings its hand the kinetic force around it makes the water so hot that it boils. The average Mantis shrimp can punch with a force of being hit with 340 lbs of force. Just in one tiny little claw. and that is the average shrimp not one that is seasoned and has been at it awhile the big ones can get u to 1 ft long and the bigger they get the stronger they get. If their punch happens to form a bubble underwater when the bubble pops it is as hot a the surface of the sun. If a human gets punched by one apparently it feels like being shot by a .22. They can easily fracture human bones. People do keep them as pets but they don't make that great of pets because they can shatter aquarium glass.
Now I don't feel like Alfred utilizes this strength very often but that being said I do fully believe he has the strength to punch a hole through someone's chest if he wanted to.
Let's just sort of break it down a little.
Alfred First Discovery:
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Has the ability with little to no effort to pick up a full grown bull bison and swing it over its head.
The weight of an average bull bison is 2000 lbs.
Alfred 1940's:
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Drug around England car with a single hand for over an hour because he simply wanted to drive it. Again this looks like a Ford model A of some kind and the typical weight for that kind of car in this time period was about 2,500 lbs. Mind you when America finally found England he was not out of breath or even sweating. This was just a regular Tuesday for him.
I think it is just something the Hetalia fandom doesn't really play off of much and everyone just kind of forgets that America is basically a superhero when it comes to strength. I think of him as having One Punch man level strength where he can be as strong as he needs to be for parody's sake.
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I have this theory that the reason that the cold war happened (I am talking Hetalia here not IRL) Is simply because America and Russia were bored. Because I firmly believe America is not alone in having this massive strength though his might be the most intense. I believe Russia has it as well.
We never 'see' it on screen we do get to hear about it from other nations and when Russia was late to a meeting he did tell America that he "Got a raw deal, I had to stop tanks with my bare hands" Everyone was surprised except except America who just said. "Dude that's sick". He wasn't impressed or afraid by it and simply was like "That's a cool way to spend the afternoon". Then in the same instance when they were acting like they were going to get in an actual fight both France and England had to separate then both seeming extremely concerned while doing so like they were trying to prevent a DBZ style fight.
The cold war was just trying to get the two of them not to get into a fist fight because everyone else was afraid what would happen if they did.
There are a couple others who are rumored to have this strength Sweden being one of them. I think Finland said there were a couple more but I can't remember who. Himaruya said before that Italy is extremely powerful but doesn't often show it because he's a 'coward' Now if we think about it, it would be true based on history. He has beaten a lot of powerful nations by himself. Turkey, Spain, Austria, Empire, France, His brother, Hungary-Austria and many others. Italy has historically won more wars than they have lost by a land slide. Epically after they were unified. They were damn near untouchable after that. In fact Italy has lost very few wars and a lot of wars they have fought have ended in a forfeit which there is nothing wrong with understanding when you've lost and throwing in the towel. It's stupider to keep fighting when you're continuing to lose.
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People seem to think that the UK follows America into battle whenever they go but that's simply not the case if you look up American wars you will see a little green, white and red flag with us even when the UK and Canadian flag isn't there.
I know I'm rambling but I fully believe what I'm saying is true. Maybe starting my HFC poll is sparking it in me thinking just how strong they would actually be.
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senka-mesecine · 2 months ago
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Idk if this is too much to ask you to write but what do you think the ideal dates are for the platoon boys? Thank u sm!!
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― For Taylor? Especially post-war Taylor? Weed, music, slow dancing and you. Anywhere. Anytime. It can happen in an intimate, dimly lit room somewhere for all he cares, away from prying eyes, because hey, that room contains just about everything he technically needs for an excellent time, which is the exact opposite of his least perfect figurative date which undoubtedly involves all the pomp, ceremony, pretentious mingling and posturing of high society; the very environment he grew up in. All the inane questions. All the formalities. All the stares. The judgement, of course. All those bullshit rules and expectations. The very thing he ran to the 'Nam from. If he ever went out to such an event with you the first and last thing on his mind would be how to get the heck out of there, retire somewhere, light up a blunt and actually just unwind in your company. That's the perfect date and a cause for happiness.
― O'Neill likes beaches, palm trees, sunsets, tanning oil and the whole shebang. You asked for a perfect date, so yeah, what's the point of even asking if he can't describe literally the most stereotypically perfect image humanly imaginable, with all the elaborate details that go along with this fantasy. The type of crap you'd put on a postcard and send someone to make them angry and envious of you. Maybe throw in a Pina Colada in there with a tiny umbrella. Someone cooling him with a bamboo fan. He wouldn't mind a massage either. Basically, man just wants to go to some paradise island with you and go native out there for a spell. Maybe you can feed him grapes. And then undress too. Feed him grapes while you're undressed. Ah, who are we kidding. It's quite the opposite, I imagine. Man would probably end up massaging your feet by an open pool and cockily beam with pride while doing so (all unprompted).
― Bunny. God, Bunny. What on earth would Bunny even consider a perfect date? Running over road kill while speeding on the open highway? Maybe placing a can on top of someone's head, pulling a gun and saying 'Hey, babe! Watch!' as he aims. It is very difficult to imagine him in a civilian life and the unhinged crap he'd get up to, but in any case he got to be sadistically braggadocious, got to do whatever he wants, got to, the way he'd see it in his unhinged mind's eye, impress you and he got some pussy for it too afterwards, because what it boils down to. Getting laid with you is the perfect date. Indulging in some delinquency on the side? An excellent appetizer and side dish to said perfect date's outcome. Everything else is stupid and distraction to him from what he really wants. It's best just to put out. Might just sate him and distract him from doing something chaotic.
― Wolfe's the polar opposite of Taylor in that he undoubtedly wants all the fluff, puff and pomp of higher society. All those Ivy League graduates. Colleagues from West Point. And of course, him, flaunting you. These are his type of people and individuals, unlike those in his platoon, he actually fits in with. Here, he is not a fish out of water. This is a place where his socialization is well received, he's seen as at least semi-competent over the fact he served at all and what's best, he's seen as something positive instead of something negative. It's his compatriots from the platoon that might not fit into his world over here if they were ever figuratively present, the tables finally turning and Wolfe privately might relish that thought the same way he relishes showing you off, sipping on some champagne, ensuring you're in your finest attire yet while he half-smiles like the cat who got the cream.
― Swinging on a hammock in his arms? Literally, you think Elias needs more than that? Man genuinely strikes as easygoing and casual enough to consider, lets say, a nap date as a perfect date, because yeah, to quote him, feeling good is good enough and that's just about all he wants when he's in love. To feel good; feel happy. That's a philosophy he abides by. Unencumbered, carefree and light. I imagine him, in say, a civilian life, out underneath a shade somewhere where it's still sunny enough to feel the warmth on his face, just having done smoking some weed, maybe some soft music playing from somewhere and him caressing the top of your head as you're nuzzled into his chest, dozing off, being outside on that hammock long enough to actually see the first stars at dusk accompanied by the early moon peer up from above head. That's the definition of paradise. Everything else is missing the point to him.
― Hard to explain just why, but Rhah strikes as the only person on this list who'd consider something usually seen as a traditional date as his perfect date, convinced his person needs to be pampered and treated right because he isn't an animal; meaning that, yeah, he'd want the meal, the candles, the set table, the atmosphere, the everything. Probably cooks himself too. Sets up the whole scene. Throws on translucent red shawls on all the lamps to ensure the coloring of everything is a deep red because that's the color of love, baby. Undoubtedly doesn't choose a restaurant, rather goes for something more intimate of the homemade variety because he thinks civilians are inhuman robots not in touch with reality and he'd rather avoid meeting any of them, if possible. You get the roses, you get the schmoozing, you get a million and one complement delivered in that gravely voice and you get the romance in the most classical sense possible.
― For King? Fishing? Somewhere in a creek back home? You're both buck naked? Surrounded by pine trees? Bathing, splashing around, laughing like a pack of unruly kids, swimming around and having fun? He eats you out at one point? Maybe someone busts out the weed for good measure and maybe that person is him? Maybe not? What? You don't think that's a perfect date? Stop lying to yourself! Everything described is the exact opposite of the high stress, hard working environment of daily military life; everything he couldn't have there (with the exception of the reefers), he gets to have and experience during a figurative perfect date with you and he makes sure to experience it as frequently in quantity as humanly possible because in his own words, it's all gravy now that the war is done and he wants to make sure he indulges in that gravy guilt free without any pressure or social expectations involved.
― Again, Barnes and Elias are more similar than they think, because much like Elias, Barnes doesn't need much for something to be perfect, even though he'd staunchly deny there's such a thing as 'perfect' because it's not realistic to reach out for nonsense like that, but deep down, below all the cynical gatekeeping and rampant gloom and doom, a bottle of something hard, a good smoke, a meadow somewhere and you; all he really wants and needs. Literally imagine him as the type to just observe the wild nature of Tennessee somewhere up in Hill Country and be content with that, as far away from the world as humanly possible. it's the closest to peace he's gotten, really. In fact, man needs so little in way of quality time spent it's almost daunting. He is quite literally the definition of 'you're all I need.' Not at all a mere figure of speech with Barnes. Not just pretty words. Nope. He means that. Somewhere you'll never be found so he can have you all to himself. There. A perfect date. But then again, with him that sort of thing is never just a date; it's a lifestyle, really.
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winterwhisperz-blog · 1 year ago
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Hi, I really like your blog. I recently just found it, and I was wondering if you could do a part 2 of TouchStarved Characters reacting to MC, drawing themselves. Especially with Vere. Skip if you want to, anyway. Have a nice day. And make sure to eat, sleep, and drink some water.
HI HI !!! I am, so sorry for taking forever, I’ve still been in a huge writing slump )): BUT
I HAVE finally triumphed !! Thank you so much for the ask <333 I’m rlly happy u like my blog !! And I hope you have a nice day too !
Now les get into it !!
Leander, Mhin, And Vere Reacting to Mc Drawing them (a Sequel)
Warnings: Vere is flirty, a person gets snatched away in Vere’s too, (it’s played in comedic effect but just in case) maybe OOC
Notes: GN Mc, Fluff
Vere
ALR ALR ALR so, as we know, Vere draws. So having you two be like, drawing pals/couple ??? Muah muah
But I think it’d be really really funny, if he didn’t find out until you guys walk by a wanted poster—you both know who the subject is, but OMG THEY DO N O T look like that 🤨 also the lines??? So messy— effort ??? None
Determined to correct them, you stomp away, on the lookout to find the Wanted.
You find them waltzing out of a brothel, which is where you and Vere jump em.
Letting out a screech, (either that screech being from you or the Wanted that’s up to you. Could be a battle cry idk) you stuff them in a bag before quickly running off.
Vere of course, has no idea why you WANTED this random person, but he definitely wasn’t going to object to doing a crime with you <33
Plopping the Wanted into your room, you dramatically whisk off the bag, revealing a very frightened, and now hostile fellow.
“MC?? I thought we were FRIENDS, why the hell are you turning me in?”
You shush them, settling down in front, butter-fly legs as you slam open your sketchbook.
“I’m not turning you in, I’m redrawing your wanted poster.”
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…..
“….What?”
“Vere, keep ‘em still!”
“Yes, darling~”
Your partner in crime does just that, and with your combined efforts, you successfully redraw the wanted poster. Now, it being far more accurate.
Which uhhh, did result in the fellow being captured, BUT— that’s not the point.
The point is, Vere now knows you can draw. And very well he might add!! Despite if your style is realistic or not, the wanted poster was STELLAR
And now as you’re back in your room, duty done, Vere droops himself seductively across the floor, any remaining sunlight catching the pink of his eyes and red of his hair.
“…what are you doing?”
“It’s my turn now,”
You raise a brow, “You want me to draw you a wanted poster?”
He rolls his eyes, running a hand through his long hair. “No, dummy. You can’t keep a secret like this from me and not use me as your new muse.”
“I wasn’t keeping it a secret—“
“Go on, i can’t stay in this position all day.”
Sighing, you kneel down, getting to work. “What am I going to do with you?”
Vere hums, and you know a flirt is coming before he says it. “Oh, MC, I have a list of things you can do with me~”
“Hopefully starting with throwing you in horny jail.”
“Rude.”
You snicker, returning to delicately sketching the details of Vere into the paper.
You draw the playful lift of his lips, the needle like pupils, and the deeper, maybe even rare soft side that he hides beneath flirts and cool remarks.
Once you’re done, Vere leans over your shoulder, humming his approval. A part of him, is both touched and uncomfortable how you managed to capture a side of him he didn’t commonly show.
After this, the two of you would often take turns drawing each other.
Leander
ALR ALR SO, WE ALL KNOW Eridia is like, dreary and cloudy all the time—and to set the scene—it’s storming—walls of rain slash against the roof of the Wet Wick (dang-it rlly be wet now. UHHH pls don’t hate me for that joke 😚)
The bloodhounds had been out doing jobs, leaving you with far less people to greet when walking downstairs.
Leander sits by the counter, large figure shadowed by the darkness cast by the storm. His eyes glowing eerily green in the shade, especially since he looks so deep in thought. His brows lightly furrow, his lips hinting at a frown.
You feel awfully like you’ve spotted something you weren’t supposed to. Especially since…there’s actually no one else around. You hear the faint snores of any other none-bloodhounds occupants still in their rooms, but otherwise it’s hushed against the drum of thunder.
Afraid of breaking some kind of spell, you stay where you are—though, you do tilt your head, taking in every angle of the scene in front of you.
…dang this would make a pretty cool sketch
Like a hesitant deer, you take quiet steps back up the stairs before returning, just as quietly with your sketchbook and pencils.
Though uhhh, Leander is no longer where you left him.
Curious, you take the rest of the steps down before searching the dark. Your only company being the crashing and howling of the outside storm—
“Good morning, MC!”
Out of pure terror, you scream and swing the sketchbook at the voice.
You’re greeted with low laughter and glittering green eyes as Leander reaches for the book, gently taking it from your hands.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright, MC? Did the storm wake you?”
You shake your head, a little thrown by the shift in tone—from laughter to genuine concern. You take your sketchbook back, but not until he’s caught interest.
“You draw?”
“How did you know it was a sketchbook?”
“I caught a glimpse when you whacked me.”
He laughs again, the deep sound nearly matching the thunder above. You feel oddly light when hearing it, though it sends a chill down your back.
For a distraction, you glance outside, the flash of lightning sparking worry into your chest.
“Will the bloodhounds be okay out there?”
Leander frowns, looking a bit confused, perhaps a little irritated before his smile quickly returns to his face. “Oh, they’ll be fine. You can’t live in Eridia without expecting storms.”
And before you can say more, he gestures to the sketchbook.
“What were you thinking of drawing?”
Ah, right. You shift on your feet, feeling a little awkward. You’ve asked to draw people before, and uhhh, with a few different reactions. Some thought it was weird, others annoyingly prodded at you to draw them before you even asked, (then changed your mind) and others kept whatever drawings you did like treasure.
You can’t guess how Leander will react to the question, but you end up asking anyway.
He receives the request with a bit of fluster, a flirt or two, before asking how you want him to pose. You decide you want to capture the moment you saw before—him standing in the dark like some kind of gothic statue, hoping you can somehow sketch in the magic and eerie wonder he had emitted.
Once you were finished, he definitely showed the picture to everyone he could—boasting at how talented you were…and how you chose him for a muse.
Mhin
ALR ALR, to balance out how kinda creepy Leander’s was 🧍🏻‍♀️ like man was just standing there in the dark like a WEIRDO—I wanted to do something cuter with Mhin’s.
So so so, this is for Mhin’s birthday. You know they like sweets, but wonder if they would appreciate a portrait instead
You’ve sketched them before, when they’ve taken care of the stray cats, when they’ve sat beside you in silence, just enjoying your company—but you wanted to make this special
So, after finding them after a little merry soulless hunt, you two get started on your little birthday plan. Mhin, to actually convince them to join you, Is completely unaware of said plan.
You just give excuse after excuse, like how starving you are and how you’re only craving their favorite type of cookies, how you want to explore the city and conveniently wind up where the stars are most visible, and you have NO idea how this romantically set table even came from?? 😮
Eventually, they do understand what’s going on, and look away, arms folded.
“I told you we didn’t have to celebrate.”
“We didn’t have to, but I wanted to~”
They roll their eyes, but like always, you can spot that flush of pink coating their cheeks.
After dinner, you pat a spot next to you, and when Mhin sits down, you stare up at the stars above. Millions blinking down at the pair of you between thin, grey clouds.
Mhin gets absorbed in the sight soon enough, occasionally pointing out constellations and then rambling about them.
Giving you just enough time to get out your sketchbook and get to work. While ofc still listening, because you always do. Hearing Mhin nerd out about stars is one of your favorite things.
The night is cold, biting at your nose, but it doesn’t bother you. Especially when you feel a warm cloak wrapped around your shoulders.
You look up from your book to see Mhin settling back down, ponytail and white shirt now exposed to the night air. They raise a knee and shrug. “Don’t look at me like that, you looked cold.”
Smiling, you pull them closer, reaching out the cloak so it covers you both. “Thank you, you big softy.”
You hear them grumble, but also don’t ignore how they lean into your side. After awhile, they glance at what you’re sketching, face growing confused as they start to recognize the person in the drawing.
“What is—“
You let them take the book, their eyes wandering over every detail so carefully thought out and drawn in with every pencil stroke.
Them in the portrait sit, gaze watching the sky with a wonder you’ve had the honor to see. Their mouth is open, talking about things that are more beautiful thanks to how they explained them. A little beauty mark seated by their lips.
After a few moments of silence, you lean your head on their shoulder(or head if ur tall), finding comfort in the warmth of the shared cloak.
“Happy birthday, Mhin.”
They didn’t say much, but you can see the appreciation in their eyes. How they look at your drawing with the same amazement as they looked at the sky.
Forever wondering why you’d use this talent to draw them.
Maybe celebrating their birthday wasn’t so bad after all. (Especially if they get to spend it with you <3333)
ALR ALR WE HAVE REACHED THE END
Tysm for the ask!! Again, I’m so sorry for the wait.
Anyway, I hope you have an amazing day, stay cool and hydrated, see three heart shaped things in nature, and watch/read your favorite show/movie/book !!
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literaryartisan · 21 days ago
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Today’s a rough day for a lot of us, I’d love to know:
-a recent fun fact
-a recipe you’d like to share
-a solid song
-if u know ur my buddy? bc u are
<3 you're my buddy too!!! How about a recipe? I took this from the back of a box of pasta years ago and now it's my go-to for work potlucks or if I just want to meal prep a week's worth of easy lunches. It's very versatile and has a lot of veggies! Alter it to your liking Rainbow Rotini Antipasti Salad
That's what Golden Grain calls it and I call it something like "that tricolor rotini veggie pasta thing", completely forgetting that "antipasti" is a word.
The Ingredients (I almost pasted a picture of my hero Racheal Kundananji in here oops):
12 ounces Golden Grain® Tri-Color Rotini (that's the whole box)
2-1/2 cups small broccoli florets (you can omit if you don't like broccoli. I like broccoli)
1 cup cubed mozzarella cheese (like half of a 16oz block of mozzarella. also I only just now realized pepper jack would probably work really well?? I might try that next time)
3/4 cup sliced pepperoni, halved (I like to use turkey pepperoni. You can also just omit this if you don't want meat in it!)
1/2 cup red or green bell pepper strips (whichever color is on sale is a good one to get. I also like to try to make this at the same time as something else that uses bell peppers like fajitas because 1/2 a cup isn't much unless you got a tiny pepper. alternatively: just put the whole pepper in there) (oh, also I like to make them more like squares than strips? it's easier to dish up and eat because bite size rectangles match the size of everything else better than long strips)
1/3 cup red onion, thinly sliced (see above re: making another dish that uses this ingredient. I can only find GINORMOUS red onions, so the rest went into my fajitas)
3/4 cup bottled Italian dressing (I use Wishbone Zesty Robusto Italian Dressing I think because I forgot it doesn't say "zesty" in the recipe?? there's enough in the bottle for like 2 of these salads with some extra and it keeps well. use whatever italian dressing you want, or experiment with other dressings if you don't like italian)
Bonus ingredients not in the recipe!! 1 can sliced black olives (I love olives and you know only half a can actually made it in)
1-2 cucumbers, peeled and cubed (number depends on size of cucumber. I don't usually do this if it's just for myself, the cucumber doesn't keep as long)
honestly you could probably throw shredded carrots or other croncier veggies in here. maybe some green onions. jicama??? I haven't tried any of those but you can do what you want forever.
The Directions from the Golden Grain website:
1 - Cook pasta according to package directions, adding broccoli to the boiling water for the last minute of cooking time. Drain, rinse well with cold water; drain again.
2 - In a large bowl, combine all ingredients, tossing together to distribute dressing.
3 - Serve immediately, or cover and refrigerate until ready to serve.
Cook's Tip: If you're refrigerating the salad until serving, be sure to toss it gently just prior to serving, adding a few splashes of dressing if needed.
My tips!! Fill the pot with water, put it on the stove, and then start chopping veggies while you wait for the water to boil. You'll want to set the broccoli aside to blanche it in the pasta water (this step is worth taking) but otherwise just throw everything into your large bowl.
Don't feel rushed if the pasta is almost ready, you still need to drain it and rinse it and let it cool down!! Adding it to the bowl warm will melt the cheese and maybe even partially cook the other veggie depending how hot the pasta is (ask me how i know!!!) Just make it wait its turn until you have everything else ready. It all comes together in half an hour or less, depending how fast your chopping skills are (mine are slow) and how quickly your pasta water comes to boil.
This makes A LOT. If you're making it just for you be prepared to be eating it almost every day for about a week.
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darlingpwease · 2 years ago
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:| I can't with you- aiii nooo nono I think a combination of both is not a good idea, in fact, I don't even think it should be considered!! <33 /hj
?? U think so?? I think that there's just many ways people can relax, I knew this dude who would skip rocks at a nearby lake to relax. SHHUSH maybe I'll get a growth spurt or something ?? What about you then???
The salt n pepper look is actually really nice, I recommend it /t it's all done now, I'm gonna sleep so deeply that I'll be in a borderline coma. ..yay..? Look, I like frogs, and I actually used to have a worm farm when I was younger, but I think being turned into one is very different. Don't you think? A glass frog is something I'm down with becoming tho, they're so cool– "not very panna cotta-ish" oh boo >:(( are you sERIOUS– DARLING, you are very lovely and sweet and charming and many many lovely things, but sometimes I truly don't know how to respond to you.
As nice as that seems, I refuse to let my guard down around you >:(( How do I know you won't bite or pinch if I do so? /hj /t
..I think I've mentioned that my memory is bad, but ironically, I can't remember if I have... there is just no escape with you is there... I do!!
... yes yes!! I agree I agree :DDD ...I must admit, the only snails I've never really seen other snails besides the basic ones that you'd see in your backyard or in the mountains.... the Hinea brasiliana reminds me of vintage uranium/Vaseline glass!! Those are all really cool :DD the Janthina janthina reminds me of cornflowers and hydrangeas, and the liguus virgineus colors are really cool, I didn't expect their colors tho, it looks like someone painted on them. Are they actually naturally like that???
??? Why would glasses be there??? My wording would just be different, but either way, i guess it's a good thing I wanna stay single for a while then?? /ht? You are the only sentient crumb I know, Dove. I feel like if I even were to meet another crumb, I would be worried that they might be secretly rotten like you.. /ht
No no it's okay,, I'm happy with it on <33 no need to do any of that <333 ...well I say it's inconclusive due to biased opinions. Unfaithful?! Now you're just pinning negative words to my name!! >:((
-panna cotta
<3 you can with me~ why;; I thought you liked being pinched and bitten<///3 you should rethink your words, pie pie~ and before making decisions, LET'S TRY FOR NOW— /t
I mean, he throws stones because he is calmed by repetitive methodical actions and this plunges his brain into a trance, you can achieve the same when you do a routine, as it forces your brain to look for stimulation in another; but I'm not sure that writing puts the brain into a trance in the same way;;; unless you're not writing with your brain, but with something else /t /j /yes I know you won't get the joke HAHAHAHA /t /affectionate I'm sorry, dear, but you are not yeast and sleep is not water, so that you would be blown away from 140cm to two meters in height from a couple of hours shdghshsh /t /j I don't need to go to the factory!!! I'm still the same cutie, it's only you who spoiled me<333 /t /j /I know that's not what you meant, but<333 can't let you relax~
no thanks, I don't want to be a salt shaker if the food is bland sjdgdhdg besides, it suits you to look like that because you have a cute personality, while my personality is definitely not that sugary</333 /ht /hj /affectionate and how? did you sleep like in a coma? or was someone on the phone again until midnight?🤨 милашкерррррр<///33333 I can turn you into a spirobranchus giganteus, pseudoceros liparus, nembrotha kubaryana — but you still refuse? such a picky whimsy... /t /j
ahhh!!! what a cutiepies!!!!!! <3333333
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goooosh,,,,, you'd be such a pretty glass frog :(((( I have to turn you into one!!! ,,,, but then you won't be a worm.... I have to think about it........
even more not panna cotta-ish from you :///// /t of course, we are STRANGERS, we know each other so LITTLE, so it's natural that sometimes we don't have WORDS, especially when it's a cutie like you(´,,•ω•,,) they often say this to me, dear, don't worry; it's hard to talk to me</3 especially when you are so tiny and small that you somehow fit in the palms of hands~ /t
ah!!! how dare you!!! it is forbidden to disturb sleeping and resting people!!! yes, I can be shameless (not as often as you, though), but I have the limits of decency!!! 3:<<< besides, what if you hit me out of fear or bite me awake???... I get it, I get it, you just don't want to lie on my thighs!!! you can just say that!!! no need to accuse me of other people's sins!!!<///3333 /t /j
😭we've had this conversation twice; you're terrible😭😭😭 of course, because you're a lazy guy who can't find that post, hehehe<3333 you don't have a chance in front of me~ you do??? you really that sure you're wrong??? i, i wasn't ready for this, but!!! I'm glad we found a common language😳😳😳 /t /j
heh heh heh, I'm glad you liked them~ they look like candy or like they're decorated with gouache, don't they? in fact, they have such a coloring because of chromophores (you know, which also have leaves), active throughout the life of snails, which is why they are so colorful<333 so yes, this is their natural coloring, but they are endemic, so you can't see them much where~ and they are endangered, yes
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'hi hii lovely Dove <33 quick question,, do you have glasses??' I've already answered you about this, so you know that yes, of course, it's good!!! I can still kith kith you<3333 kith kith kith❤︎❤︎❤︎ although I'm joking about a new panna cotta and I know that you don't remember what I used to say about "another panna cotta", but it's more than mutual,,, besides, how can there be another crumb in your life??? I am the one and only🤨 the other crumbs are all fake; if I know there's another crumb, I'll bite it to death so that there is definitely only one /j 🤨🤨🤨
you've been at home so much lately; I'm sure you want to talk to me about it... you're just shy!!! but don't be shy, I'll be happy to crawl out and talk to you about it, we have so many interesting topics<3333 welcome to any educational institution, boo~ now we will do what needs to be done with you for such low marks<3 I don't need to attach them if they are already there🤨 after all, everyone knows that panna cottas is the main threat to any regime of crumbs!!! 3:<<< /t /j
I like that with 'rebellious' you didn't have a question, though;; sjdhjdhdjdh /t /j
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legendaryoikawa · 4 years ago
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haikyuu boys and your moments with them
note: female reader insert
warnings: tooth rooting fluff, slightly nsfw, mentions of alcohol, some grammar issues because I didn’t proofread this, sorry 😔
starring: bokuto, semi, matsukawa, tsukishima, sakusa, kageyama and goshiki
thank you for 1,7k!!!
bokuto kotaro: unplanned dates + things he do for you
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“hey hey hey babe”
“why?”
“let’s go on a date, i miss u”
The little moments with bokuto is something that you will never forget. Those unplanned dates with just him in his sweats and unruly hair. Those date with him at the park with just him lying on your lap, admiring your face with a cheeky smile painting his lips. Or the way his hands playfully trace small circles on your lap playfully.
Those moments with him that’ll make you neglect your schoolworks in an instant because he pulled out a shenanigan on you (with the help of akaashi, so it’ll look convincing that bokuto is really in pain, but surprise bitch, it’s a prank) but truth is he just want to see your face because volleyball has consumed his time. And you’ll just smack him off for scaring you but he’d just kiss you in return. Kisses that are too strong with passion and desire. He gives more to the point you would be drowning with his passionate spirit.
You love it when he does this small thing where he tugs your stray away hair behind your ear. You always ask him why, but instead of answering your inquiry, he’ll just pull out a bouquet of handpicked flowers from the park and will hand to you.
“You ask why? Is it wrong to admire how absolutely stunning you are?”
sjDJHDBJSB DEAD
semi eita: when he invited you to a nearby gig
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beautiful boy invited you and you thought you were just dreaming so he flicked you on your forehead 🥰💀
One thing that you should be taking with you especially when you’re going for a gig is a fucking jacket. Regardless of the event being indoors or outdoors, a fucking jacket is a must.
But you might be someone who lives under the rocks and decided to wear a full glam without taking a jacket to warm you off.
Yet, the night is already starting. Night sky is deep with velvety clouds and twinkling stars. Going back would be such a pain and Semi might be annoyed if you’d pull out a grand entrance because you’re so late. Heaving a sigh, you pulled over the venue where the gig is at. You saw him at the entrance with his signature grey hair styled perfectly and his hands stuffed into his jeans.
He gave you a quick look. “Hey.”
You let out a breath, “hey.”
You noticed that there were no people. No noise. Hell, there weren’t a gig to start with. “Semi?”
“I know. But this is the only thing i could pull of just so i could ask you on a date.”
sakusa kiyoomi: when you know you both share mutual feelings but there is something holding both of you back
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you and sakusa both know you share some deep seated feeling towards each other yet neither both of you decided to talk about it.
you fell hard for him even more when you were dead shit drunk (yet, you are still aware of everything around you, however you have the guts to act carelessly even around sakusa) and you decided to tease him by sitting on his lap, when you barged into his dorm room after going hom from a sorrority party.
It really took him by surprise at how vulgar you are with your words. How straightforward you were around him. When in reality when you’re sober, you’d never dare to talk to him, let alone straddling on his lap. Or the way you look at him slowly beneath your lashes. No matter how hard sakusa tries to shut his thoughts, but he wishes to see more of this side of you.
He could smell the reek of alcohol on your breath yet he made no complains whatsoever because it’s you. It’s fucking you. And, he’ll never throw a fit even if it disturbs his personal confort zone, because it’s you that we are talking about here. And, you are in a state of vulnerability because of alcohol, now isn’t a time for him to be a brat about hygiene or whatever.
You whispered, “why are you such a stone, sakusa?”
He didn’t quite understand what you meant by that, but he chose to shut up and stare at your deep, tired eyes. Those eyes that captivated him. Those eyes of yours that he wishes to stare more at.
“I like you so much,” you slurred. “You and your bitchiness about people around you. Y-you..” you paused, shifting yourself comfortably on his lap while you gripped on his shoulders.
Sakusa could hear his own frantic heartbeat. Did you really mean it? But he knows, every shit that a drunk says, is nothing but the truth.
“I l-like you l, ya know that?” You grinned and tumbled but sakusa was fast enough to hold you on you waist. He burried his face onto the crook of you neck and whispered but loud enough for you to hear, “i like you too, but you’re disgusting right now.”
The next day was a beautiful disaster. With him and you in bed.
tsukishima kei: a study date with him at the library
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having kei as your tutor could be really cold but what choice do you have?
Kei isn’t the type to sugarcoat things just because he wanted to be the type to give sympathy. But no. He will lash out if your essay is shit and he’ll even rub it onto your face that your choice of words aren’t passing his high standards. Not even a bit. That is how Kei is.
Yet, he knows when to stop with his venomous words. Especially when he knows you were having a bad day and so he decided to act more docile so he wouldn’t hurt more of your feelings.
Study dates with him isn’t too romantic because he prioritizes both of your academic success. But there will be time where he will let you snuggle close to him when the library’s air condition is making you cold. Or when he lets you doodle little dinosaurs on his forearms while he watches you under his stern, golden eyes.
“Why do you keep on playing with my hair? You should be studying your biology, dumbo.” He isn’t annoyed. In fact, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s just too tsundere to admit.
But you know it well that he loves it so you play with his locks even more while leaning over to place a chaste peck on his cheeks.
Kei flipped his book and whispered. “Why do I love a fucking goner?”
kenma kozume: when he immediately hugged you after his stream
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Kenma isn’t the type to be suave with words. But he expresses his affection through action because according to kuroo, that is much more cool.
He just finished a stream and gave away his honest review on how this palace dungeon game is. But is didn’t fazed him at all. In fact, he didn’t liked the graphics at all. A solid five for gamer!kenma
What made him scared is that it is already eleven in the evening yet you were nowhere to be found.
But his anxiousness subsided when he heard the familiar clanking of the front bell. And there you stood at the door, looking gloomy and kenma made sure to act up immediately.
It took you by surprise when he stood up from his seat and immediately wrapped you around his body. The familiar whiff of his cologne mixed with his warmth. This is more than you asked for.
kuroo tetsurou: when he makes fun of you because he likes you so much
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King of provocation and chemistry nerd kuroo always love to mess up with you. And you can’t find a way to get to him back or?
“You know what?” Kuroo began.
You raised a brow, “what?”
“You’re small.”
“You’re just tall, Kuroo. Now,” you raised a pencil towards his direction, “leave me alone.”
Kuroo clicked his tongue. Now is the time for him to continue on further to pester you. He isn’t being a jerk though, but he just finds it cute especially when you get agitated with just him and his presence. The way your fist curling and he can’t help but to admire your annoyed face. You’re so damn cute but you just don’t even notice the notable fucking obvious.
Kuroo decided to play with your hair but you had other things in mind. To get back at him just for him to get a taste of his own medicine.
You exerted a lot of effort to pull his collar down just to match you eye level with his. You smiled, “is it just playing with my hair that you could pull off, kuroo?”
You’re donw with him concealing his feeling because he has no guts to come up to you. So you did him a favor. Something that’ll distract him for the rest of his day.
matsukawa issei: 3am dance with him
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You were washing the dishes at night when you felt two strong arms encircling your waist.
“Hey.”
Matsukawa’s arms encircled your waist as you washed the dishes one Thursday night. The way he hummed the familiar tune of ‘close to you’ while swaing both of your bodies gracefully. You missed him, especially his familiar scent that smelled like home.
He shuffled his feet so he could have more grasp on the hem of your shirt. His thumb caressed the soft skin that showed from his hold.
You grabbed the sponge and lathered it with soap as Matsukawa clinged onto you. It was a peaceful night, with him on your side, the splashing of water and the sound of his lips kissing the crook of your neck.
You smiled as his kisses grow more playful. But Matsukawa wanted to see your face and so he twirled you so he could plant a kiss onto your lips.
You grinned. “Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here Mister Matsukawa.”
He gave you a cheeky smile back, “well, well, well, too, it was a pleasure seeing your beautiful face, Mrs. Matsukawa.”
You decided to play along with him as he swayed both of your bodies in a slow dance. “I doubt. You have plenty of companions at work, right?”
“Oh please. Among all that I’ve seen, i will always choose you.”
kageyama tobio: late night dates with him at the downtown convenience store
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He would act like he just wanted milk but truth is, he wanted you more than the milk he’s addicted to.
“You’re such a dumbass, y/n.” Kageyama scolded when you tripped on your feet but good thing he was there to catch you. He resisted the urge to smile as you gave him a cheeky smile and brushed off the incident like it didn’t cut your self esteem. Humiliation? You don’t know her.
You immediately plopped onto the familiar stool of the convinience store after you grabbed ome of your favorite sponge cakes.
“Stop eating the poor cake like there is no tommorow, baka”
You made a face. “Call me a glutton, but these are the best among all sponge cake made.”
Kageyama raised a brow. Confused, he leaned in but you raised the empty container to his face. You suppresed a laugh, “Told you, I’m a glutton.”
He frowned. “I really don’t need to take a bite of that cake just to have a taste.”
“Wha—?”
He kissed you. And you were right. The sponge cakes were tasty.
goshiki tsutomo: walking home with him from the late academy
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Nothing’s more enjoyable than having goshiki’s presence with you after going home from a hellish class from the academy.
“I am the future ace! You heard that, y/n?” Goshiki proudly yelled while both of you were walking home from the supplemental classes. You tried to match his energy. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you were just too drained to yell with him.
Goshiki had managed to read you even when you didn’t said it to his face. No words were needed because he knows you well like you were his very own diary. He pulled you by your cardigan to enclose you in his lean body.
He heard him whisper as he burried his nose on your hair. “You can always rely on me, idiot. If you’re tired, then tell me so i could somehow make you happy.”
Hello!! Sorry if this was tOO LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY HAHAHAHAHHA but i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! Also, thank you for 1,7K U GUYS ARE THE BEST! Love you all!! 🥺💖💖💖
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baroquebucky · 4 years ago
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reach
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soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there
series masterlist // previous // next
part two
word count: 3.3k (worth it me thinks)
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a/n: hi bffs !! here is part two to touch !! i hope u guys enjoy !! might make a part 3 if you guys want ?!? let me know what u guys think !!
You stared at the clunky metal cuffs on your hands, silent as the four of you were squished together along with two agents. Tears staining your cheeks, you had stopped crying as soon as the agents had cuffed you, turning on a steely exterior.
“i knew him” Steve spoke, you were all silent as he stared at the floor, “he looked right at me like he didn’t even know me” his voice distant.
“that was over 70 years ago how is that possible?” Sam spoke, looking at you and then at Steve.
“Zola, Buckys whole unit was captured in 43” Steve explained, his gaze hardening, “Zola experimented on him, whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall” his voice softening.
“they must have found him and-” Steve’s voice was tender as he trailed off.
“none of that’s your fault steve” Natasha groaned, bleeding through the bandage you had put on her.
You looked over at her and frowned, “we need to get a doctor in here, she’s lost a lot of blood if we don’t put pressure on that wound” you turned, looking at one of guards next to you.
You flinched as they turned on the taser, scooting back closer to steve. Your eyes widened as they knocked out the other agent, taking off their helmet only to reveal Maria Hill. You smiled softly.
“that thing was squeezing my brain- who’s this guy?” She spoke, staring at sam.
After breaking out of the cuffs and escaping the truck the five of you headed to some secret base, you were quiet as they chatted among each other, thoughts of bucky clouding your mind.
“y/n, why- what happened?” Steve spoke gently, falling into step with you.
You looked at him, slowing down a little bit. “It was him steve” you whispered, voice shaking. Steve stopped completely, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the group.
“what- i thought- are you sure?” He rushed out, breathless.
“i saw us, together” you managed out, a tears falling from your eyes, “it was our future,” you looked at Steve, wiping your eyes before continuing to walk forward.
“y/n we have to talk about this” Steve rushed next to you and you nodded, he opened his mouth but you stopped him as you approached sam, Maria and natasha.
“not now, please” you pleaded and he nodded, holding your hand and squeezing it softly.
“She’ll want to see him first” Maria spoke, a smirk on her face as you all looked at each other in confusion, following her as she pushed some plastic curtains out of the way.
Your stomach fell and a smile found it’s way onto your face, “son of a bitch” you chuckled.
“about damn time” fury mumbled you couldn’t help but smile.
As they attended natasha the rest of you listened to fury rattle off his list of injuries, explaining why he had to stay hidden and why no one was told of him still being alive. You nodded along in understanding, your eyes trained on the floor before looking at him with a smile.
“does this mean i still have to turn in that report?”
Buckys mind was racing. The smell of freshly baked cookies and visions of you in his head. Even flashes of the blonde who was with you.
He could hear his scream after he fell, he saw flashes of them turning him into who he was now. He memorized your face, the way your hair looked and the smile you had on your face for the few seconds you had together. He focused on the future, the picnics and the singing.
Bucky mourned for himself, for who he was and who he wish he could become.
The sound of an argument and multiple footsteps brought him to reality, his eyes still red and nose pink from crying when he saw you. Alexander Pierce walked in and bucky felt sick to his stomach, watching as the agents lowered their weapons on his command.
“Mission report” he spoke coldly, angry when he had to repeat himself once more. Pierce crinkled his nose, hitting bucky in frustration.
Bucky hesitated, he shouldn’t tell them about you, he couldn’t. He needed you safe, he didn’t want you hurt.
“the man on the bridge, who was he” he mumbled, voice fragile as he spoke. Buckys eyes met Pierces, worry flickering in his eyes before pushing it away.
“i knew him” he mumbled, Pierce sitting in front of him. His words were fuzzy as he thought of you and the blonde man, he wanted you, he was meant to be with you. “but i knew him” bucky mumbled once more when Pierce finished talking, his lips pressing into a smal tight smile for a second.
“prep him” Pierce spoke, bucky wanted to cry, his stomach was in knots as Pierce told them to wipe him. Panic rose in his chest, he couldn’t forget you, he couldn’t lose his only hope in 70 years. He leaned back as they pushed him into his seat, his breathing ragged and heavier. He had to hold onto you, the smell on baking cookies in his mind as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“I never liked him” you spoke, turning to Natasha, “i told you remember! You brushed me off” you huffed, turning your attention to Maria and some suitcase.
Maria explained insights plan, telling the four of you how to stop the carriers. Making sure to emphasize the need to link all three carriers.
“- we can salvage what’s left” Nick spoke, you furrowed your brows and shook your head, anger bubbling in your chest.
“we aren’t salvaging anything!” You spoke angrily, Nick staring at you in shock. Steve nodded his head.
“we’re taking down SHIELD” Steve spoke and Nick tried to defend himself, “SHIELD had nothing to do with this!” The man grumbled.
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends” Steve spoke firmly, “SHIELDS been compromised you said so yourself, HYDRA grew under your nose and you didn’t even notice” his brows furrowed and eyes cold.
“why do you think we’re meeting in a cave, i noticed” Nick shot back, you shook your head in disbelief.
“how many paid the price before you did?” You quipped, thinking about your soulmate, where was he? what would happen to him?
“I didn’t know about barnes” Nick softened, looking at Steve, the blonde rolled his eyes.
“even if you did would you have told me about it? Or would you compartmentalize that too” he scoffed, you bit your bottom lip in frustration.
“HYDRA, SHIELD, it all goes” you stated firmly, eyes set on fury, he looked around at the others.
“they’re right” Maria sighed.
You stood atop the dam, the sound of the wind rustling the trees calmed you down, you focused on one of the flashes you had seen when you touched bucky.
“You set this all up for little ol’ me?” You teased, bucky rolling his eyes with a smile on his face, taking your hand in his and leading you to the middle of the meadow he had found.
“only the best for my sweets” he replied, shooting a wink at you and you blushed slightly, the cool wind hitting your flushed skin.
“oh wow you even got us a little cake? went all out did you barnes” you teased and he smiled, letting a soft groan out.
“can you please stop laughing at me for five minutes” he pouted, and you smiled at him softly, sitting on the blanket and pulling his down with you, kissing the pout on his lips.
“i love it angel” you mumbled, kissing his lips softly before pulling away and reaching into the basket, pulling out the sandwiches and handing one to bucky along with a drink.
“found it the other day, thought you would like to watch the sunset from here instead of that old park” he spoke, taking a sip from the water bottle you handed him and your heart fluttered in your chest.
“i love you so much James” you mumbled, leaning over and peppering kisses all over his face, a smile on his lips as he soaked in all your loving.
You giggled as he moved over, picking you up with ease and spinning you around. Bucky set you down gently, you rested your head on his shoulder as you marveled at the sun setting, pinks and reds painting the sky, golden rays hitting the two of you.
“you know I’m yours forever, right doll?” Bucky mumbled, his head in your lap as you played with his hair. You smiled sweetly at him, nodding your head.
“and I’m yours forever and more lovebug” you replied.
“He’s gonna be there, you know” Sam spoke, causing you to jump slightly. Steve walked next to him, the two men approaching you.
“I know” you nodded.
“whoever he used to be, the guy he is now, he’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” Sam spoke, Steve standing next to you as Sam looked at the two of you.
“i don’t know if we can do that” Steve spoke for the two of you, Sam looked at you softly. Your eyes meeting and you gave him a small smile.
“he might not give you a choice” he whispered, you shook your head as he continued, “he doesn’t know you.”
“he has to, he has to remember me, I’m his soulmate” you spoke, eyes welling up with tears once more.
“gear up, it’s time” Steve spoke gently.
Your hands shook softly as you changed, taking in a deep breath as you fell into line with Maria, Sam and Steve, walking towards SHIELD.
“excuse us” you smiled as the man opened the door to the control center, moving out of your way quickly when he saw Maria and Sams guns, “alrighty star spangled man, your time to shine” you smiled, patting him on the back.
Steve began his speech, a proud smile on your face as he spoke, feeling the shift in the air, your heart thumping against your rib cage.
“did you write that down first? Or was it off the top of you head” Sam smiled and you laughed softly.
The sirens blared and you heard the echoes of gunshots, “they’re initiating launch” Maria spoke in your ear, you jogged next to Sam and Steve.
“how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam questioned.
“if they’re shooting at you they’re bad” you replied, Steve smiling before the two of you hopped down and fought the men on the airstrips.
You were in a whirl of punches and gunshots, throwing your knives and taking down men to help Steve get to the helicarriers.
Steve ran from behind you, the two of you running to put in the cartridge, “alpha lock!” You spoke, you and Steve running to leave the carrier. Sam calling out “bravo lock!” Not long after.
You took down a couple guards, hitching a ride with a pilot and Steve counting on sam to get him to the other helicarrier.
You ran out as soon as you could, blood running cold as you recognized the metal arm grabbing sams wing.
You froze as he tore the wing off, kicking him off the side, eyes wide you ran out, “Sam!” You cried out, panic filling your chest.
“I’m fine, I’m just grounded, I’m sorry guys” he apologized and you let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m still on the helicarrier, i got it” Steve spoke and you felt relief knowing he was safe.
“I’ll come down and help you” you spoke, turning around and coming face to face with three men. You groaned in annoyance as they approached you, moving quickly to take one of their guns, knocking them out with the butt. Using another one as a shield before kicking him off you and into the other man.
“Y/n no! Wait on my signal, he’s here and- we just need to wait for the right moment” Steve spoke, out of breath as he spoke. You hesitated, watching bucky run to beat Steve.
“okay” you spoke softly, doing what you could to make sure it was only steve and bucky in the helicarrier.
It felt like an eternity until Steve finally called for you, breathless. “Y/n get down here!” You ran quickly, maneuvering your way down and seeing the two men fighting.
“take it!” Steve yelled, bucky laying on the floor next to him, you nodded, running up to him as his tossed it to you, catching it before taking off again.
You felt the bullet whirl next to your head, he was shooting at you. Your stomach fell as you realized, running faster. You heard Steve groan, falling next to you.
“Steve!” You cried out, stopping before realizing you had mere seconds left. You saw the blood through his suit, biting your lip before taking off, hurrying to put in the cartridge, rushing to help Steve up.
“Charlie lock!” You cried out, putting his weight on your shoulder, struggling to carry him.
“get out of there!” Maria called, you looked at Steve, his eyes telling you all you needed to know, you nodded softly.
“fire now” Steve spoke, Maria began to argue but you cut her off, “do it!” You commanded, losing your balance as the helicarriers shot at each other.
Bucky’s groan caught your attention, your heart breaking as you saw he was trapped under a piece of metal. Without hesitation you and Steve jumped down, lifting the metal between the two of you.
“it’s gonna be okay” you whispered, moving to reach out only for the helicarrier to decline sharply, causing you to slip away, inches from his hand.
You grasped onto a ledge, steadying yourself and attempting to get back to the two super soldiers, the constant explosions making it difficult.
Bucky punched Steve, fear in his eyes as they spoke, you ran to them, continuously getting knocked over by the crashes.
“I’m not gonna fight you, you’re my friend” you heard Steve say, dropping the shield as bucky tackled him.
“you’re my mission!” Bucky spoke, anger in his eyes.
You leaped, tackling Bucky off of Steve, flashes of your future in both of your eyes.
“y/n!” Steve cried out.
“no wait pull over!” You cried out, eyes focusing on a box you had passed on the highway, bucky furrowed his brows in confusion.
“doll it’s raining it’s just a box” he slowed down, pulling over anyway.
“no there were cats!” you squealed, unlocking your door quickly and running out of the car, the rain immediately drenching you to the bone. Bucky cursed softly as you ran out without your jacket, following you quickly. His eyes landing on the two cats in your arms.
“told you so” you teased, motioning for him to grab the other two from the box. Bucky grabbed them quickly, running to your car and setting them on your lap, wrapping them in your jacket and trying to warm them up.
You arrived at the shelter quickly, heart aching as they took the four kittens from you. The small white one mewling and sinking his claws into your shirt, you smiled softly before taking his claws out of the fabric, handing him to a vet.
“We’ll call you when we’re done with all the tests and diagnostics” the woman smiled kindly and you nodded, bucky slipping his hand into your easily and you leaned into his warmth.
You were cuddled up next to bucky on the couch, head on his chest and watching one of your favorite shows.
“doll?” Bucky called out, moving you gently and you got up from his chest.
“sorry, I’m just worried about the kittens is all” you sighed, chewing on your bottom lip, bucky let out a breath before pulling you into his lap.
“that white one really liked you” he chuckled and you nodded, a smile on your face as you remembered the way he didn’t want to leave you.
“almost as much as you do huh” you teased and bucky laughed, shaking his head at your statement.
“no one can love you as much as i do dollface” he replied, his face serious before breaking into a smile as you rolled your eyes. You moved to get off his lap but he stopped you.
“why don’t we keep him” he smiled, nervous as he proposed the idea to you, “you could use some company when i go away for missions and I’ve always wanted a cat, and plus statistics say people are happier with pets-” bucky rambled.
“yes! oh my god finally! I’m so excited” you cheered, jumping of the couch and hopping around, a smile on your face as you turned to look at bucky.
Bucky smiled as you sat back down, leaning in to kiss him softly, a smile on both of your faces. “Should name him alpine” Bucky suggested a smile on his face as you nodded.
Bucky went overboard on toys and treats, his arms full as he set the bags down, a smile on his face as you finished kitten proofing the apartment.
“James! You didn’t need to get that much” you spoke shocked at the amount of things he got for your new kitten.
“this is our son we are talking about, he deserves the world” bucky scoffed, fixing the bags and putting everything away, the two of you excited to pick up your new child.
The two of you played with alpine for hours when he got home, giggles filling the apartment as you observed his antics. The three of you curled up on the couch, alpine asleep in your lap as bucky had his arm around you, some documentary playing.
“i love our family” you smiled, looking at bucky and kissing his jaw softly. He smiled at you as you pulled away, laying your head on his chest again.
“i love it too sweets” his heart was melting at the sight of you, cozy in his arms with the kitten in your lap.
“I’m yours forever bucky” you whispered, eyes closing as exhausting took over, his heart fluttered.
“I’m yours forever y/n” he replied, a smile on his face as the words left his lips.
Buckys eyes widened as the scenario played out in his eyes, you looked at him, a small smile on your face.
“it’s you” he whispered, a small smile forming on his face.
“it’s me, forever” you mumbled, moving to sit up and hug him.
Before you could, debris broke the glass you were laying on, your reflexes not quick enough to hold onto something, causing you to fall into the water, fear in Buckys eyes.
Both him and Steve dove in after you, bucky reaching you before his friend and pulling you out frantically. Steve helped drag you to shore, shaking you before giving you CPR.
You coughed up water, rolling around before your vision cleared, a smile on your face as you saw Steve, wrapping your arms around him.
“wheres bucky?” You questioned, heart sinking as you searched for the metal armed man.
“i- he was just here” Steve spoke, looking around, panic in his eyes.
Within moments Maria, Natasha and Sam found the two of you, rushing you to a hospital, treating all your wounds and any broken bones. Falling asleep moments after with Sam watching over both you and Steve.
It had been close to a month since SHIELD fell, since you last saw bucky. You woke up to knocking on your door, your eyes bleary as you checked the time, 7:34 am.
You groaned and forced yourself out of bed, “who needs something at 7 am on a Saturday!” You called out, angrily opening the door. Your anger sizzled away within seconds, you eyes meeting the baby blue ones you had only seen for moments at a time.
“Bucky” you whispered, your wind had been knocked out of you as you saw your soulmate on the other side of the door.
“hi doll” he smiled softly, his eyes brighter as he looked at you.
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taechaos · 4 years ago
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Silent Treatment
from Textbook Love drabble series
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pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader
genre: drabble, smut, college au
synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.
warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation
word count: 4.2k
tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie
a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗
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The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.
You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing. 
A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it. 
“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”
Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.
Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you. 
You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back. 
“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.
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Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.
“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”
Said boy only grunts in response.
“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”
“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”
The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”
“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.
He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”
A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.
“No,” he murmurs.
“Then…?”
“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”
“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look.  “How long was the interaction anyway?” 
“Like 30 seconds.”
“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”
“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.
“Yeah, fine, whatever.”
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Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything. 
You didn’t do anything.
It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.
“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”
“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”
“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”
“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.
“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question. 
He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.
A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.
“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.
“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.
“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”
“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.
There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?  
He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” 
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.
“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”
“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”
“Jungkook.”
He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”
He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.
“She’s in room 124… Why?”
When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur. 
Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor. 
He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm. 
You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.
“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”
He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”
You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”
You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.
“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”
You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”
He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”
He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.
Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.
All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.
“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”
You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts. 
“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.
“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.
His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”
“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.
“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”
You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.
Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.
After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.
The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”
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amimimi · 4 years ago
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Hi it's actually my first time requesting 💀 can you do like the reader is a volleyball player from a different school who came to their school to compete and is hella intimidating cause they're really quiet and doesn't really smile that often and their team won. Maybe do yamaguchi, tsuki, tendou, bokuto and suna?
I'm sorry if it's messy i get nervous cause it's my first time requesting 😭✋
hey angel! thank you for sending this in!! And don’t worry, this wasn’t messy at all!
also, i didn’t know if you meant reader’s team played the guys’ teams so i’m sorry if i misunderstood!
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the strong, silent type; yamaguchi, tsukishima, tendou, bokuto, suna
synopsis: in which you somehow manage to catch a certain someone’s attention without having to say a word (well, barely a word)
pairings: yamaguchi x reader, tsukishima x reader, tendou x reader, bokuto x reader, suna x reader
warnings: swearing
notes: this is my first haikyuu request!!
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YAMAGUCHI
baby boy is intrigued to say the least
he’s also, you know, very intimidated
karasuno is hosting volleyball camp for the weekend so a few of schools from the area come over
karasuno lost a match so they go do a lap up the hill and back down
yamaguchi shakily walks back into the gym, panting and sweating profusely from the run
two other teams are playing so he decided to watch and catch his breath
it’s getting pretty intense until your team’s setter sets the ball for you
you run up and leap in the air, your brows furrowed with determination and tongue sticking slightly out, and you spike ball, slamming it to the opponents ground
and it’s slams so fucking loud
yamaguchi mouth drops, impressed by your raw power
by then tsukishima has joined him, standing alongside yamaguchi
“sheesh” tsukishima mutters at how hard you struck the ball
meanwhile, yamaguchi’s jaw is still on the floor as he watches you with sparkles in his eyes
your teammates erupt in cheer while you’re just like 😐👍
yamaguchi tells tsukishima that they should congratulate your team (he’s talking about you mostly)
and tsuki is like “okay have fun doing that!”
and yamaguchi is like “w-wait! please go with me? they’re scary 🥺”
and tsukishima is like “this is so stupid...” but he ends up going with yamaguchi nskdicnwiwjs
you’re drinking from your water bottle when you feel a slight tap on your shoulder
you whirl around to see tsukishima and yamaguchi LITERALLY standing like—
⠀ ⠀ ⠀(\__/)
(•ㅅ•)
 _ノ ヽ ノ\_
`/ `/ ⌒Y⌒ Y ヽ
(  (三ヽ人  /   |
| ノ⌒\  ̄ ̄ヽ  ノ
ヽ___>、___/
   |( 王 ノ〈 (\__/)
   /ミ`ー―彡\(•ㅅ•)
  / ╰ ╯ \/ \>
yamaguchi pipes up from where he stands, slightly behind tsukishima
“that last spike you did was really cool!” he squeaks, mentally slapping himself for how he voice cracked on “cool”
you blink in surprise before you gently smile
and yamaguchi, in his head of course, is like “HOLY SH*T THEY SMILED??!&)&8:9:”
“thank you” you reply, “i don’t think you told me your name”
TSUKISHIMA
when i tell you this man is not FAZEDDDDD
like he does not give a shit how intimidating you are
he notices that you’re a great volleyball player and that you’re a great coordinator
but that’s where it ends
he’s not intrigued enough/doesn’t care about the motivations of other people
you both walk up to the lil fountain outside the gym to refill your water bottle at the same time
you both sorta halt, before tsukishima motions for you to go first
you nod and thank him quietly, moving to refill your water bottle
tsuki feels his eyebrows furrow when a loud yell suddenly splits the silence, already recognizing who that might be
he turns around and of course, it’s hinata yelping and dodging kageyama’s blows, while the latter yells profanities at hinata
tsukishima sees that you’ve turned around too, trying to see what was going on
“what a couple of morons...” tsukishima mutters to you
you blink at tsukishima, straight faced as ever, before saying, “you shouldn’t bad mouth your team mates”
MY BOY SIEZES UP SO F*CKIN QUICK DUCHDKDJD
he thought since you were quiet and serious looking, that you kinda hated everyone/were pessimistic
you thought WRONG
he turns back to you with raised eyebrows, a little surprised and slight embarrassed about being scorned
you just smile at him and tsuki is surprised for a second time
“see you inside” you nod politely and before walking past him
get rekt tsukishima
TENDOU
yes, my slightly odd looking yet handsome son
he is NOT intimidated by you—AT ALL (have you seen his bestie? 😭)
in fact, the first time tendou sees you, he watches you for like 17 seconds and is like “oh...oh i’m bout to ANNOY TF OUTTA OF THEM”
i feel like he just wants to single out serious people and f*ck around with them—all in good taste though!
will try and goad you into messing up from across the net
but you’re just like 😐😑😐
switches tactics by trying giving you odd compliments
“y/n, right? i like the curvature of your spine,,,very unique 😌”
or “you have such delicate earlobes, y/n!”
if anything, he’s annoying both his teammates and yours
but he’s not done
starts crooning these lil songs about you, that he’s making up on the spot
he’s still not throwing you off your game but you are glancing over at him with a strange expression on your face
that just encourages him even more
eventually, semi smacks the back of tendou’s neck and gives him the “stfu” look
tendou glances over to see your lips twitching into a smile and he’s just smiles real big and wide at you
BOKUTO
my precious boy
he’d probably see you, standing there off to the side from where your teammates are huddled
and he thinks “omg,,,they’re shy,,,and lonely,,,I HAVE TO HELP THEM!”
but you’re just zoning out or something, completely fine
bokuto is trying to collect introverts like they’re f*ckin pokemon cards
he thinks he’s good with all kinds of people (and he is!) but he thinks he’s especially good with quieter people
after your match, bokuto bounds up to you with akaashi trailing behind (he’s there for damage control mostly)
“hey there!” bokuto smiles and your eyes slightly widen at how his voice booms throughout the whole gym. “your team did amazing out there! i couldn’t believe how coordinated you all are! and the way that you flew? your spikes could use a bit more force but you’re amazing either way—”
you generally feel overwhelmed by hyperactive people, but you’re REALLY feeling it now
especially considering how tired you are after that match and how fast Bokuto is talking
you honestly can’t keep up with what he’s saying to you, his eyes glimmer are glimmering and his whole face is lit up and DAMN you don’t have the heart to interrupt him
so you just nod at him with wide eyes like “yup, mhm, yea, that’s right, of course”
when he finally finished his spiel, you take the opportunity to ask for his name
and you’re like “oh! yeah! you’re one of the top 3 aces in the nation right?”
bokuto’s grin widens even further, but before he can respond, akaashi cuts in with “top 5 actually”
and bokuto whirls around with a look that screams utter betrayal—like B*TCH!!&/8:73?
“that’s really impressive!” you smile and bokuto’s mouth drops because DID YOU JUST MAKE A FACIAL EXPRESSION???
he’s hyping himself up like “aha, didn’t even talk to them for FIVE minutes and i already cracked them 😤”
SUNA
he’s just gonna stare at you
like a creepy ass owl or something
he sees your minding your own business respectfully and he’s like “...this feels insulting”
he thinks that YOU think that you’re some tough ass b*tch
MF, I’M JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS 😭
suna: they’re trying to intimidate us
ojiro: ...they’re just standing there
suna: you think they’re trying to intimidate us?
ojiro: no, i don’t actually—
suna: nah, they’re definitely trying to intimidate us
so suna tries to intimidate YOU—reverse uno that b*tch
will stare at you from across the court with his hands shoved in his shorts like—🧍‍♂️
it honestly is a little unsettling because you just see this tall ass, lanky figure in your peripheral vision and your turn to see this guy STARING AT YOU LIKE—👁‍🗨👄👁‍🗨
he scares your teammates too dkfjdkshs
if you’re team is playing his, he will forcefully block your spikes and then just stare back at you LIKE DAMN, YOU GOOD?
the whole thing lets up, when your teams go to shake hands
you take his hand in yours and give him a firm shake, genuinely smiling
“you play well!” you compliment
“...you do too” he says hesitantly and you nod slightly before letting go of his hand and going to shake Osamu’s
he tells ojiro later that you had a “firm grip” and ojiro’s like “...mhm 😒”
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notes: i wanna write more haikyuu (specifically timeskip)! also not me projecting the odd feeling i have for suna where it’s like a cross of “everything about you annoys me” and “damn u kinda hot 🙄”. my love/hate relationship with aquarius men 😌
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wizkiddx · 3 years ago
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Congratulations on 500 followers!! Could you do nr 2 with Tom please <3
thankyou <33 im very in my feels abt friends to lover atm, so ik this is a completely unoriginal concept but here we are
warning: nothing much- maybe homesickness? (+ the fact tom has poor choice in popcorn )
^^^ sorry I couldn't not put this on here and I will reuse it lots n lots
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“Right I got two options annnnddddd there is only one correct answer.” Tom hummed up at you, pulling his tired gaze away from the phone screen and up towards the kitchen where you were standing triumphantly - having just raided his cupboards. From behind your back you whipped out a bag of popcorn in each hand.
“Sweet��. or salty?” Sighing with a small chuckle Tom shook his head at your playfulness. He didn’t know how you did it but you always always made his smile.
“I’m not a psychopath…” You huffed in relief, already turning around to throw the salty back in the cupboard where it belonged. “So salty of course.”
You were trapped in a house with an absolute psychopath.
You scowled at him, for having such poor taste, expecting some sort of argument to start. That wasn’t the case though, instead he just stared at you expectantly.
He must really really be unhappy.
You’d sensed it on set that morning - it wasn’t hard to miss. Not when it was your best friend, who for the past two months you’d been spending at least 6 hours a day with whilst shooting. Even when you were supposed to have a day off, when Tom had some solo shots or vice versa, you’d still come to keep the other company. It didn’t make sense but you both just sort of liked it that way.
This wasn’t your first rodeo working together either. Your first joint project had been almost four years ago, when both of you were barely adults, still figuring everything out. Ever since it had been bumping into each other every so often, always with an easy and effortless relationship.
Your current director had noted your chemistry at an awards show (the man never switched off) and decided in that moment he HAD to cast you together for a project. And a year later, here you both were, shooting in Australia for what was set to be a record breaking new release.
And it had been going great - better than great even. But as soon as Tom had shown up to makeup this morning, you’d known something was up. It was fair to assume it was something from home, maybe even just a bit of homesickness, or perhaps something more severe. Either way, the situation was probably exacerbated by the fact he didn’t have his brother or bestfriend or manager or normal syltist with him right now. Tom was pretty renowned within the industry for always having a massive entourage - which was normally made up with his family and friends. This time though he was going it solo.
Today had been long and you’d had to do press at stupid oclock in the morning last night for your current release - which meant your plan had always been to leave promptly and collapse into bed as soon as physically possible.
But Tom needed your company. So you hadn’t. Instead, you’d somewhat subtly invited yourself to his rented house for a movie night - blaming it on your director wanting you both to study the relationship dynamics in ‘out of sight’ (a J Lo and Clooney romance movie).
“You think you know a person and then they loose all your respect… just like that.” You sigh jokingly, gesturing to the bag of ‘foul’ popcorn your costar seemed to like.
“Well we’ve come to a crossroads.”
“It’s been nice knowing you but this…” you scoffed and dramatically rolled your eyes “… I see no way out.”
“Isn’t it better if we have a bag each? Then I might manage to actually get some before you scoff them all.”
You yelped in protest, though really you were just grateful he was still up for a bit of a laugh. He had been much less jokey the whole day, though was seeming to warm up a bit.
Once you had poured the two bags of popcorn into two separate bowels and prepared the film on TV; you plopped yourself onto Tom’s sofa, so your back was against the corner and your feet were over his lap (it wasn’t weird, just normal for the two of you). Instinctively, Tom lightly grabbed your ankles, repositioning you on his thigh slightly before leaning across the pull the blanket over the both of you. Whilst he smoothed out the crinkles in the fluffy navy fabric you took the opportunity to poke your toe into his side - garnering his attention.
“I take it you don’t wanna talk about it?” After he froze, Tom then nodded jerkily. “But if you change your mind, you know I’m here right?” His demeanour changed at your second statement as his body literally sagged into the cushions, with a grateful if small smile.
He respond by mouthing an ‘I know’ and that was enough for you. Shuffling down the side a bit you pressed play, settling in for the evening. Tom still had a hand resting on your ankles, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down the bony bit.
Honestly you didn’t really see what your director was going on about when he raved about their on screen chemistry and it seemed that neither did Tom. It wasn’t a scathing commentary that gave it away, instead it was his silence. Which you quickly realised was the he had drifted off, his head lolling a little so he was facing you, palms now completely lax on your legs. It was whilst you were just taking in the sight before you, that a buzzing cut through the otherwise soft noise from the TV - which you had turned down for Tom’s sake.
It wasn’t your phone but you instinctively still reached for it from the coffee table and seeing that the name just read “Harry H” you thought it’d be fine to answer.
“Harry?” You whispered into the receiver, slightly cupping your hand round your mouth just to make sure you weren’t too loud for Tom.
“Hello?”
“Harry it’s me”
“Who?” You’d met Harry countless times, though given the fact Tom had been alone all shoot - you shouldn’t of expected the kid to be able to recognise your voice.
“Oh sorry Y/n um Y/n L/n”
“Oh no my fault sorry Y/n. How are you?” The conversation was jilted, you could practically feel the awkward energy radiating all the way from the otherside of the world.
“I’m alright thanks, how about you.”
“Yeh not bad I uhm… I - is my brother there?” Oooh. How to answer that question.
“Um sort of, we er… we were having a movie night and he’s fallen asleep. It’s why I’m whispering like a weirdo.” Harry laughed at that and you continued. “Is everything okay? You need me to wake him?”
“No no, mum just said he was having a rough time so was going to cheer him up with my exquisite sense of humour but if you’ve bored him to death then no need.”
“What can I say I’m just talented. Anyway I should be heading back to mine anyway so um I’ll let you go?”
“Oh yeh no worries, and uhm thanks-um thanks for keeping an eye on him.”
“Someone has to” You chuckled softly back, before bidding a final farewell to Harry.
Having hung up the phone, you leaned over to gently place it back on the coffee table but making a mental note to put it on charge before you left. Your next job was to manoeuvre your legs away from him without disturbing him but before you could even start planning the movement, you noticed his weary eyes blinked over at you. Freezing, your mouth made a little ‘o’ shape as you winced at yourself for disrupting his peace - today really wasn’t the day for that. There was a silence as Tom swallowed thickly, attempting to shake off the heavy lull of rest before he spoke. “Will you stay with me… please.”
Undoubtedly, your body didn’t play it as cool as you wanted it to. Thinking you’d heard him wrong, your chin protruded forward and his eyes widened. “ Sorry not like-not like that just um-just on the sofa… theres-theres spare blankets and I can-“
“-course T, no worries…Oh and um your brother just phoned if you-“
“I know.” He spoke softly and with a nod, but didn’t move at all, apparently no interest in calling his brother back.
With a stammered nod, you stood up, finally removing your legs from his touch in order to nip to the loo. You splashed your face with water, ate some toothpaste ( better than not brushing your teeth at all) before going to collect Tom’s quilt off his bed. By the time you re-entered the living room, Tom hadn’t appeared to have moved at all. The hood of his purple jumped was still up, the blanket still only half covering him, the excess lying cold were you had been sitting. He laughed lightly at you trying to wrangle with the king size duvet and get it in without tripping over yourself or knocking anything over.
“You sure you don’t mind? I’m just being stupid and-“
“Honestly I’m too tired to walk back to mine so this is perfect.”
“You live across the road.”
“Thats like 50 steps too far.” You deadpanned back, as he raised his eyebrows and locked you direct eye contact - which you very stubbornly returned.
The both of you sat like that for a minute, Tom eventually gave up with a sigh as he motioned for you to lie back.
There wasn’t an issue at all with space. A listers rental homes were never lacking in space - the grey sofa was a U shape, with ample space for the both of you to lie down. Each of you took a respective corner, your legs meeting in the middle and gently brushing against each others.
“Thanks for babysitting me today by the way.”
“I wasn-“ You were about to deny it, except one look and Tom saw straight through you.
“Thankyou Y/n/n” Seeing there was no way out of receiving his thanks, you instead opted to just shut him up. Nudging his leg with yours and leaving it touching you murmured you last words of the evening - eyes already closed.
“Fuck off Holland, ‘m tryna sleep.”
~~~~ let me know if you have any feedback or anything (but pls not too mean this isn't proof read so blame that) <33 ~~~~~~
tagging : @thefernandasantana @lovehollandy12 @hallecarey1 @crossyourpeter @hollandfanficlove @msmimimerton @thegirlwiththeimpala
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mrsbsmooth · 2 years ago
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Episode 36 - Script (Part 2 of 2)
Part 2 - Finn's confession omg take me pirate daddy
JOHNNY_FLIRTY: No hard feelings, yeah?
Hug him
PLAYER_HAPPY: No hard feelings.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Guess it is all just a game after all.
You stand and hug Johnny.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Exactly!
You part and head back to the villa together.
Walk away
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: After all that? Are you serious?
PLAYER_ANGRY: I’m not hugging you, Johnny. We’re done here!
You get up and walk back to the villa. Johnny follows behind.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Still got that fire!
Throw his water in his face
PLAYER_ANGRY: Are you kidding me?
PLAYER_ANGRY: After everything you’ve done in the villa? You want a hug?
JOHNNY_HAPPY: What? I thought it might help?
You spot his water bottle on the daybed and reach for it, twisting off the cap.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Well if you love the drama so much, how’s this?
You stand up and pour the whole thing over his head.
He shrieks, and looks down at his soaked clothes, then tries to act cool.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Now, that’s what I’m talking about! I’d expect nothing less from you, {0}.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Whatever, Johnny.
You stride back to the villa. Johnny follows, trying to the wring the water from his clothes.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: With my wisdom you’re gonna win this, I know it!
You join the other Islanders, standing at the villa entrance.
With Nicolas and Meera’s bags packed, you prepare to say your goodbyes.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Having fun out there?
NICOLAS_FLIRTY: Sorry for the delay, me and {0} had some important business to attend to.
GABI_FLIRTY: You two having a little ‘private workout’? If you know what I mean.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you on about?
GABI_HAPPY: Nicolas is practically dripping! Must have been pretty hot and heavy!
NICOLAS_IDLE: It’s not sweat, if that’s what you’re saying.
FINN_HAPPY: Wet T-shirt competition?
DANA_IDLE: Or tears?
PLAYER_ANGRY: He wishes.
NICOLAS_EMBARRASSED: Alright! Enough of this, can we get onto the goodbyes please? I have places to be.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Yeah, let’s get this over and done with.
MEERA_IDLE: Well, now that Nicolas and {0} are here I just wanted to say…
MEERA_HAPPY: Being in the villa twice now has taught me so much. I feel like a new me.
DANA_HAPPY: Meera 3.0?
MEERA_HAPPY: Exactly. And I want to thank you girls for being there for me.
MEERA_SERIOUS: And showing me that the boys didn’t know what they had.
Alfie shifts uncomfortably.
MEERA_HAPPY: And I have a whole new bunch of gals to hit the clubs with when I’m home.
KAT_HAPPY: OMG yesss! Now that the Queen of Basildon has found her King.
Kat places her hand on Finn’s chest.
KAT_HAPPY: You have to come down and see the sights!
KAT_HAPPY: The Essex boys won’t know what hit ‘em.
MEERA_HAPPY: Might have to take you up on that. Girls night in Basildon when you’re all home?
LULU_HAPPY: We wouldn’t miss it for the world! Right, girls?
Woo, girls night!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Try and stop me!
KAT_HAPPY: This is going to be iconic.
KAT_HAPPY: I’ll get us into the top clubs, they know me. I’m a bit of a celeb. Notorious you might say.
MEERA_HAPPY: I don’t doubt it, Kat.
Will swerve that
PLAYER_SERIOUS: Think I might give that a miss.
MEERA_SERIOUS: I’m sure we’ll survive without you.
KAT_HAPPY: You don’t know what you’re missing, babes.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Whatever you say, Kat.
Will check my schedule
PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure, I will have to check my schedule.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Too busy for us now are we?
KAT_HAPPY: You can never be too busy for Basildon!
KAT_HAPPY: And what happens in Baz Vegas stays in Baz Vegas! You have to come!
PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe.
MEERA_HAPPY: Well then! Until Basildon!
Meera goes to each Islander and gives them a tender hug.
Meera comes around to you.
MEERA_SAD: Thanks for finding it in you to forgive me, {0}.
MEERA_SAD: Best of luck in here.
Meera hugs you.
Then Meera turns to Alfie.
Alfie stands awkwardly, unsure what to do.
MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, Alfie. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.
Meera gives Alfie a brief embrace.
ALFIE_SAD: You too, Meera.
ALFIE_HAPPY: Who knows, maybe I’ll pop up to Basildon too?
There is an awkward silence.
KAT_EMBARRASSED: Think it might be more of a girl’s thing, Alfie?
ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh right yeah, sure.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: Awkwwwaaarrrd. Let’s not bring the mood down.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: I’ve also got a few things to say.
FINN_IDLE: Here we go.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: I just wanted to thank you all for playing along in my little game!
NICOLAS_HAPPY: If you guys hadn’t believed everything you heard.
NICOLAS_SERIOUS: This wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: And most importantly thanks to you, {0}.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: For taking all that blame like a champ.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Shut up, Nicolas! That blame is all yours!
NICOLAS_SURPRISED: What?!
PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm so sick of your nonsense.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: You're right, I'm not completely innocent I suppose.
NICOLAS_SERIOUS: I’m the one who got us through couples compatibility after all.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Whatever, Nicolas!
PLAYER_ANGRY: Should’ve done more than throw water at you!
NICOLAS_HAPPY: You really all thought {0} was smart enough to turn you all on each other?
PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm smarter than you'll ever be!
NICOLAS_HAPPY: This was really too easy.
DANA_SURPRISED: You what?!
GABI_ANGRY: So you’ve been playing us all this whole time? Turning us against each other?
FINN_ANGRY: I told you we couldn’t trust him! Should have had {0}’s back from the start.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yeah, you should have.
KAT_ANGRY: Why would you do that?
PLAYER_ANGRY: To make waves. He is a drama fiend.
PLAYER_ANGRY: He just wanted to turn heads and make a scene.
PLAYER_ANGRY: And you all fell for it.
FINN_ANGRY: Not all of us.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: Couldn’t let things get dull could I? Where’s the fun in that?
KAT_SAD: Never thought I would hear myself say this word but… sorry, {0}.
KAT_EMBARRASSED: We were… wrong.
DANA_HAPPY: I’m really glad you opened up to me about it, {0}.
DANA_HAPPY: Felt like I finally understood where you were coming from.
ALFIE_HAPPY: I’m really glad you opened up to me about it, {0}.
ALFIE_HAPPY: Felt like I finally understood where you were coming from.
LULU_SAD: I did call this!
GABI_SAD: Should’ve known Nicolas was a snake.
KAT_ANGRY: The king cobra of snakes.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: Thanks!
KAT_ANGRY: Not a compliment.
KAT_SAD: Can you forgive us, {0}?
You’re forgiven
PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re forgiven. I’m just glad you’ve seen the truth.
KAT_SAD: Thank you.
PLAYER_ANGRY: And now you can see Nicolas for who he really is.
KAT_ANGRY: Clear as day.
I don’t forgive that easy
PLAYER_ANGRY: One little sorry doesn’t make everything alright!
PLAYER_ANGRY: You need to prove it. With actions. Do better.
KAT_SAD: You’re right.
GABI_SAD: We will.
I’ll think about it
PLAYER_ANGRY: Maybe… we will see.
PLAYER_ANGRY: You guys were so quick to turn on me.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Not sure I can be so quick to forgive.
KAT_SAD: I understand.
GABI_SAD: We’ll all make it up to you.
KAT_ANGRY: Well I think you’ve outstayed your welcome, Nicolas.
KAT_ANGRY: Better get going, yeah?
NICOLAS_HAPPY: You’re not wrong, I’m sure there’s a crowd of loyal fans waiting for me back home.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: See ya round, gang. Shall we, Meera?
Nicolas offers his arm and Meera holds it.
MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, guys.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Oh and {0}... ‘good riddance’.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Isn’t that what you said to me last time I left?
I’m sorry
PLAYER_SAD: Look, I’m sorry.
PLAYER_SAD: I said it, but I was just upset.
MEERA_SAD: It’s fine. I forgive you.
I stand by it
PLAYER_HAPPY: Yup, and I meant it.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Good riddance, Meera. See you never.
MEERA_ANGRY: I guess nothing changes. See you never, {0}.
MEERA_ANGRY: Can’t say I’ll miss you much.
I never said that
PLAYER_HAPPY: Nah, I would have remembered saying something like that.
KAT_HAPPY: No, wait you did! I remember!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t know what you are talking about.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Fine, {0}, have it your way.
Meera and Nicolas make their way out of the villa into the night. Meera struts her stuff, her head held high.
NICOLAS_HAPPY: Maybe we’ll just have to crack on during the flight!
MEERA_HAPPY: In your dreams!
The Islanders laugh, all except Alfie who remains silent.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Good luck finding a big hairy hunk out there, Meera!
Meera looks back at you in pure shock and bafflement at the fact that you know her big secret.
Then the villa door closes.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: You okay, Alfie?
ALFIE_SERIOUS: I’m fine.
Alfie walks away into the villa.
The Islanders look at each other in awkward silence.
You join the other Islanders, standing at the villa entrance.
With Johnny and Meera’s bags packed, you prepare to say your goodbyes.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Having fun out there?
JOHNNY_FLIRTY: Sorry for the delay… me and {0} had some important business to attend to.
GABI_FLIRTY: You two having a little ‘private workout’ out there? If you know what I mean.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you on about?
GABI_HAPPY: Johnny is practically dripping! Must have been pretty hot and heavy!
JOHNNY_IDLE: It’s not sweat, if that’s what you’re saying.
FINN_HAPPY: Wet T-shirt competition?
DANA_IDLE: Or tears maybe?
PLAYER_ANGRY: He wishes.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Yeah yeah, very funny. Now can we get on with this?
MEERA_IDLE: Yeah, let’s get this over and done with.
MEERA_IDLE: Well, now that Johnny and {0} are here, I just wanted to say…
MEERA_HAPPY: Being in the villa twice now has taught me so much.
MEERA_HAPPY: I feel like I am going home as a new me.
DANA_HAPPY: Meera 3.0?
MEERA_HAPPY: Exactly. And I want to thank you girls for being there for me.
MEERA_SERIOUS: And showing me that the boys didn’t know what they had.
Alfie shifts uncomfortably.
MEERA_HAPPY: And I have a whole new bunch of gals to hit the clubs with when I’m home.
KAT_HAPPY: OMG yesss! Now that the Queen of Basildon has found her King.
Kat places her hand on Finn’s chest.
KAT_HAPPY: You have to come down and see the sights! The Essex boys won’t know what hit ‘em.
MEERA_HAPPY: Might have to take you up on that.
MEERA_HAPPY: Girls night in Basildon when you’re all home?
LULU_HAPPY: We wouldn’t miss it for the world! Right, girls?
Woo, girls night!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Try and stop me!
KAT_HAPPY: This is going to be iconic.
KAT_HAPPY: I’ll get us into the top clubs, they know me. I’m a bit of a celeb. Notorious you might say.
MEERA_HAPPY: I don’t doubt it, Kat.
Will swerve that
PLAYER_SERIOUS: Think I might give that a miss.
MEERA_SERIOUS: I’m sure we’ll survive.
KAT_HAPPY: You don’t know what you’re missing, babes.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Whatever you say, Kat.
Will check my schedule
PLAYER_IDLE: Not sure, I will have to check my schedule.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Too busy for us now are we?
KAT_HAPPY: You can never be too busy for Basildon!
KAT_HAPPY: And what happens in Baz Vegas stays in Baz Vegas! You have to come!
PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe.
MEERA_HAPPY: Well then! Until Basildon!
Meera goes to each Islander and gives them a tender hug.
Meera comes around to you.
MEERA_SAD: Thanks for finding it in you to forgive me, {0}.
MEERA_SAD: Best of luck in here.
Meera hugs you.
Then Meera turns to Alfie.
Alfie stands awkwardly, unsure what to do.
MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, Alfie. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.
Meera gives Alfie a brief embrace.
ALFIE_SAD: You too, Meera.
ALFIE_HAPPY: Who knows, maybe I’ll pop up to Basildon too?
There is an awkward silence.
KAT_EMBARRASSED: Think it might be more of a girls thing, Alfie?
ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh right yeah, sure.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Wow, that was kinda sad. Moving on! I have a few things to say.
FINN_ANGRY: Here we go.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: I just wanted to thank you all for playing along in my little game!
JOHNNY_HAPPY: If it wasn’t for you guys believing everything you hear.
JOHNNY_SERIOUS: Then this wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: And most importantly thanks to you {0}.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: For taking all that blame like a champ.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Shut up, Johnny! That blame is all yours!
JOHNNY_SURPRISED: What?!
PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm so sick of your nonsense.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: You're right, I'm not completely innocent I suppose.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: I’m the one who got us through couples compatibility after all.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Whatever, Johnny!
PLAYER_ANGRY: Should’ve done more than just throw water on you!
JOHNNY_HAPPY: You really all thought {0} was smart enough to turn you all on each other?
PLAYER_ANGRY: I'm smarter than you'll ever be, Johnny!
PLAYER_ANGRY: Are you for real?
JOHNNY_HAPPY: This was really too easy.
DANA_SURPRISED: You what?!
GABI_ANGRY: So you’ve been playing us all this whole time? Turning us against each other?
FINN_ANGRY: I told you we couldn’t trust him! Should have had {0}’s back from the start.
KAT_ANGRY: Why would you do that, Johnny?
PLAYER_ANGRY: To ‘make waves’. He is a drama fiend.
PLAYER_ANGRY: He just wanted to turn heads and make a scene.
PLAYER_ANGRY: And you all fell for it.
FINN_ANGRY: Not all of us.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Oh come on! It’s all just a bit of fun! You guys loved it!
KAT_SAD: Never thought I would hear myself say this word but... sorry, {0}.
KAT_EMBARRASSED: We were… wrong.
LULU_SAD: I knew something wasn’t right.
GABI_SAD: Should’ve seen he was a snake.
KAT_ANGRY: The king cobra of snakes.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Thanks!
KAT_ANGRY: Not a compliment.
KAT_SAD: Can you forgive us, {0}?
You’re forgiven
PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re forgiven. I’m just glad you’ve seen the truth.
KAT_SAD: Thank you.
PLAYER_ANGRY: And now you can see Johnny for who he really is.
KAT_ANGRY: Clear as day.
I don’t forgive that easy
PLAYER_ANGRY: No! None of you believed me.
PLAYER_ANGRY: One little sorry doesn’t make everything alright!
PLAYER_ANGRY: You need to prove it. With actions. Do better.
KAT_SAD: You’re right.
GABI_SAD: We will.
I’ll think about it
PLAYER_ANGRY: Maybe, we will see.
PLAYER_ANGRY: You guys were so quick to turn on me.
PLAYER_ANGRY: Not sure I can be so quick to forgive.
DANA_SAD: I understand.
GABI_SAD: Everyone will make it up to you.
KAT_ANGRY: Well, I think you’ve outstayed your welcome, Johnny. Better get going, yeah?
JOHNNY_HAPPY: You’re not wrong.
JOHNNY_IDLE: I’m sure there’s a crowd of loyal fans waiting for me back home.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: So long everyone. Shall we, Meera?
Johnny offers his arm and Meera takes hold of it.
MEERA_SAD: Goodbye, guys.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Oh yeah and {0}... ‘good riddance’.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Isn’t that what you said to me last time I left?
I’m sorry
PLAYER_SAD: Look, I’m sorry.
PLAYER_SAD: I said it, but I was just upset.
MEERA_SAD: It’s fine. I forgive you.
I stand by it
PLAYER_HAPPY: Yup, and I meant it. Still do.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Good riddance, Meera. See you never.
MEERA_SAD: I guess nothing changes. See you never {0}.
MEERA_ANGRY: Can’t say I’ll miss you much.
I never said that
PLAYER_HAPPY: Nah, I would have remembered saying something like that.
KAT_HAPPY: No, wait you did! I remember!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t know what you are talking about.
MEERA_SERIOUS: Fine {0}, have it your way.
Meera and Johnny make their way out of the villa into the night. Meera struts her stuff, head held high.
JOHNNY_HAPPY: Maybe me and Meera will just have to crack on then!
MEERA_HAPPY: In your dreams!
The Islanders laugh, all except Alfie who remains silent.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Good luck finding a big hairy hunk out there, Meera!
Meera looks back at you in pure shock and bafflement at the fact that you know her big secret.
Then the villa door closes.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: You okay, Alfie?
ALFIE_SERIOUS: I’m fine.
Alfie walks into the villa.
The Islanders look at each other in awkward silence.
You and the girls head to the dressing room to get ready for bed.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Feels so quiet now.
DANA_SAD: We’ve lost so many Islanders recently.
GABI_SAD: Hope Meera is okay.
LULU_HAPPY: You see the way she walked out?
DANA_HAPPY: You mean shaking her arse?
GABI_FLIRTY: How could I not?
DANA_FLIRTY: Oi.
LULU_FLIRTY: Yeah, I think she is gonna be just fine.
KAT_SAD: She will be missed. But life goes on.
Kat pops open the cap of Meera’s posh shampoo and takes a sniff.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You love your shampoo don’t you?
KAT_HAPPY: Hundred percent, babe.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: And what about, Nicolas?
DANA_EMBARRASSED: And what about, Johnny?
KAT_ANGRY: Couldn’t care less about him.
LULU_SAD: I just can’t believe he did that to you, {0}.
LULU_SAD: You don’t deserve to be treated like that.
DANA_ANGRY: Well, he got what he deserved, now he’s not our problem.
KAT_HAPPY: Yeah, won’t have to worry about that now that you’re single, {0}!
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I am, aren’t I?
KAT_SERIOUS: Too bad everyone’s taken. In happy couples I mean.
LULU_IDLE: Alfie isn’t. Me and Suresh aren’t exactly happy together either
GABI_FLIRTY: Guess you’ll have to get your graft on again, {0}.
KAT_SERIOUS: Yeah, but I wouldn't bother with Finn. I know exactly where his head’s at.
LULU_HAPPY: In the clouds?
KAT_FLIRTY: No, in my lap.
GABI_FLIRTY: Well, you’re gonna have to graft someone.
GABI_SAD: Otherwise you might be going home next.
KAT_SERIOUS: Yeah, just don’t go rocking the boat and we’ll all be friends.
LULU_HAPPY: So what are you going to wear now that you’re single?
LULU_HAPPY: You’ll probably want to turn some heads.
LULU_FLIRTY: Oh! What about this!
KAT_SURPRISED: Urm, what did I just say?
*TRYOUTFIT* Yes, this will cause a stir!
PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s the one!
KAT_ANGRY: I’m gonna need a bigger boat.
GABI_FLIRTY: Oh, {0}. Looking hot. Ladies lock up your misters.
LULU_FLIRTY: And your ladies! You look stunning, {0}.
I’m thinking something else
KAT_SERIOUS: Yeah I think you should go for that one. Play it nice and safe.
GABI_HAPPY: I mean it’s nice.
GABI_EMBARRASSED: Just thought you might wanna try something a bit more attention grabbing?
*TRYOUTFIT*You’re right. Let the graft begin.
I’m comfortable with this.
PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re right, I’m gonna go with this!
KAT_ANGRY: I’m gonna need a bigger boat.
GABI_FLIRTY: Oh, {0}! Ladies lock up your misters.
LULU_FLIRTY: And your ladies! You look stunning, {0}.
PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’ll go with this.
LULU_FLIRTY: Oh that’s defo the one! You look stunning, {0}.
KAT_ANGRY: A little too stunning if you ask me.
PLAYER_IDLE: This works for me.
GABI_IDLE: Sure, best not to cause any drama I guess.
KAT_HAPPY: Exactly.
KAT_HAPPY: Right, enough chit chat.
GABI_FLIRTY: Yeah, we should really get to bed.
Gabi shoots Dana a sexy look.
DANA_FLIRTY: I think you’re right. Urgently.
LULU_SERIOUS: I wonder if Alfie has come back yet?
You and the girls enter the bedroom.
The couples start to slip under the sheets together. You look at your empty bed.
Then you see Alfie. Solemnly collecting his bedding, all alone. You go to him.
PLAYER_IDLE: Hey.
ALFIE_SAD: Oh, hey, {0}.
ALFIE_FLIRTY: Wow, how do you do it?
PLAYER_IDLE: Do what?
ALFIE_FLIRTY: Still manage to look incredible after a day like this.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: Putting me to shame. I probably look a right mess.
PLAYER_IDLE: You okay? It all got a little intense earlier.
ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Like I said, I’m fine.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: You know it’s okay if you’re not fine?
PLAYER_IDLE: You can talk to me.
ALFIE_SAD: I know.
Alfie continues to bundle up his bedding.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you doing?
ALFIE_SERIOUS: Gonna head out to the daybeds.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: I just need some time to think. My head's spinning.
ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Just been a lot to process.
ALFIE_SAD: I don’t really want to be around a load of happy couples right now.
ALFIE_SAD: I just don’t know if I’m making the right choices.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: And now I’m single again. Feels like I am back at square one.
ALFIE_SAD: I’m not sure what to do now. Being single again at this stage.
I don’t know what to do either
PLAYER_SAD: Yeah, it’s tough being single again.
PLAYER_SAD: Not sure what’s going to happen next.
PLAYER_IDLE: But you’re not alone, we’re in the same boat.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: Yeah, I guess. Thanks, {0}.
I know exactly what to do
PLAYER_HAPPY: Not really, I know exactly what I want.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: You’re lucky. I wish I had all the answers.
Got to make the best of it
PLAYER_IDLE: We’re still here and we can still make the most of it, don’t you think?
ALFIE_HAPPY: Yeah I suppose you’re right.
ALFIE_SAD: Anyway I’m going to head outside, just for tonight. Try and figure things out.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: Just don’t feel like sleeping in an empty bed.
We can talk about it?
PLAYER_SAD: I’m here if you want to talk about it, Alfie.
PLAYER_SAD: Sometimes it’s better to talk things through with someone.
PLAYER_SAD: Rather than bottle it up.
ALFIE_IDLE: Thanks, {0}.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: It’s kind of you to offer, but I just want to be alone for a while.
You could stay in my bed?
PLAYER_FLIRTY: I mean there is space in my bed. If you don’t want to be by yourself.
PLAYER_IDLE: I wouldn’t mind sharing. We are both single now.
ALFIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh, right. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea though.
ALFIE_SERIOUS: It’s kind of you to offer, but I just want to be alone for a while.
Okay, goodnight
PLAYER_IDLE: Okay, Alfie, I’ll leave you alone.
PLAYER_IDLE: Goodnight. I hope you find what you’re looking for.
ALFIE_IDLE: Cheers, {0}. And thanks for looking out for me.
Alfie picks up his bedding and heads out of the bedroom.
As the other Islanders drift off to sleep, you head back to your bed.
Finn sees that you’re now alone and hops out of bed.
He talks to you in a hushed voice.
FINN_IDLE: Psst. {0}, I need to talk to you.
FINN_IDLE: I have a lot to get off my chest.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?
FINN_IDLE: I need a chat, somewhere a bit more private?
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: What about Kat?
FINN_IDLE: Don’t worry she’s sleeping, plus that’s kind of what I need to talk to you about.
FINN_SAD: She’s been giving me the cold shoulder all day.
FINN_SAD: And I also feel a lot has gone unsaid between me and you.
FINN_IDLE: It’s just really important and I feel like if I don’t tell you now I’m gonna burst.
FINN_HAPPY: Come on, follow me.
You follow Finn into the bathroom, and Finn turns on one of the showers.
FINN_IDLE: Don’t want anyone listening in on us.
FINN_IDLE: Can’t escape the gossips in this place.
FINN_EMBARRASSED: Thanks for coming.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: So what’s this all about?
FINN_EMBARRASSED: Well, everything’s been so chaotic these last few days.
FINN_SERIOUS: Especially all the drama with Nicolas.
FINN_SERIOUS: Especially all the drama with Johnny.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: You’re not kidding!
FINN_HAPPY: I want you to know that no matter what happens…
FINN_HAPPY: You have someone looking out for you.
FINN_HAPPY: And most importantly I wanted to know if you were okay?
I’m great, thanks
PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah don’t worry about me. I’m all good.
PLAYER_HAPPY: But thanks for asking. Nice to know someone is looking out for me.
FINN_HAPPY: That’s great. I’d hate to see you upset.
FINN_HAPPY: The fact you can take it all in your stride is what I love about you. Unstoppable!
I’m not amazing
PLAYER_SAD: I’m not feeling great actually.
PLAYER_SAD: It’s been a tough few days.
FINN_SAD: I’m not surprised. I’m so sorry, {0}.
FINN_SAD: But I want you to know I’m here for you and want to help however I can.
FINN_SAD: Even if it’s just a shoulder to cry on.
Time will tell
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I’m not so sure right now. Think everything’s just happened so fast.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I need more time to process things.
FINN_IDLE: Of course. There’s been so much going on lately.
FINN_IDLE: I’m here if you need me though. You’re a strong person, {0}.
FINN_IDLE: But I’m here if you need someone to lean on.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Finn.
FINN_IDLE: Anytime.
FINN_IDLE: I saw you were talking to Alfie. Did he say what was going on?
PLAYER_IDLE: Just that he was going to the daybeds and needed to figure things out.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: He seemed kind of off with me to be honest. Didn’t really want to talk to me.
FINN_IDLE: I wouldn’t take it personally. He’s got a lot going on with Meera and everything.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: But he chose not to leave with her? Surely he must be staying for some reason?
FINN_IDLE: He’s staying for you! To couple up with you.
FINN_IDLE: Would you want to be coupled up with Alfie?
Yeah, couple me up!
PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah, I hope he is staying for me.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe we will have another shot together? Now we’re both single.
FINN_SAD: Oh, right. Sure.
No, been there done that
PLAYER_IDLE: No, I wouldn’t.
PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t see us that way. We’re just friends.
FINN_HAPPY: That’s good to know.
I’m on the fence
PLAYER_IDLE: Who knows? Anything is possible.
PLAYER_IDLE: Me and Alfie have been through a lot together. I guess time will tell.
FINN_IDLE: Sure, I know what you mean.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: But it doesn’t explain why he won’t talk to me.
PLAYER_IDLE: Was kind of hoping you’d know more? Being best mates and all.
FINN_IDLE: Well, to be honest, I think I kind of do.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: Go on.
FINN_IDLE: I think he might be regretting not going with Meera.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?
FINN_EMBARRASSED: That’s not to say he isn’t interested in you at all. I think he is.
FINN_EMBARRASSED: I know there is a lot of history between the two of you.
FINN_IDLE: I just think at the moment he is more upset about Meera leaving…
FINN_EMBARRASSED: Than he is happy to be staying.
PLAYER_SURPRISED: You think he’s changed his mind? He wants to leave with her?
FINN_IDLE: Maybe? Yeah? Don’t you think so?
He wants Meera
PLAYER_SERIOUS: Yeah, I guess he does want Meera.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: He has been acting differently since she left. Maybe he really is regretting it.
FINN_IDLE: I haven’t seen him like this before.
FINN_SERIOUS: It does kind of make sense if you think about it.
He’s not on Team Meera anymore
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I don’t think so. He made his choice.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: If he really wanted to leave with her, surely he would have gone?
FINN_IDLE: Sure, I guess.
Not sure what Alfie wants
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not sure.
PLAYER_SERIOUS: I mean it’s hard to tell what someone’s thinking when they won’t talk to you.
FINN_IDLE: Well, I haven’t seen him like this before.
FINN_SERIOUS: It does kind of make sense if you think about it.
FINN_IDLE: I guess he just needs to re-adjust. I suppose you will, too. Now that you’re single.
PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Now that I’m single huh…
Finn runs his hand through his hair, and looks almost awkward.
PLAYER_HAPPY: Guessing you didn’t ask me in here just to talk about Alfie?
FINN_HAPPY: Nothing gets past you.
FINN_IDLE: No, I actually wanted to talk to you about us.
FINN_IDLE: And I am sorry if I end up talking a lot.
FINN_SERIOUS: This is unlike me, but I need to just get it all out.
FINN_IDLE: Normally, when I see someone I want…
FINN_IDLE: I jump in head first without thinking about it.
FINN_HAPPY: And it almost always blows up in my face.
FINN_IDLE: And I have been trying to be different, to do better this time.
FINN_HAPPY: But the truth is I do want something… someone, and I have done for a while now.
FINN_HAPPY: But I’ve been giving it time and a lot of thought.
FINN_SERIOUS: Because I wanted to be certain.
FINN_SERIOUS: I needed to know it wasn’t just another gut decision that I was gonna regret.
FINN_FLIRTY: But all I have been able to think about is you, {0}. Ever since that first date.
FINN_FLIRTY: And that first kiss we shared.
FINN_HAPPY: It should have always been you.
FINN_FLIRTY: There’s something about you.
FINN_FLIRTY: You’re strong and smart and you give as good as you get.
FINN_FLIRTY: But at the same time you’re kind and great craic. Well you’re just… {0}.
FINN_HAPPY: You’re the Rose of Tralee.
FINN_FLIRTY: When I picked you to marry in the game it just felt right.
FINN_SERIOUS: Like there was no other choice.
FINN_FLIRTY: And I know what I want now. I’ve given it the time and now I’m sure.
FINN_FLIRTY: And now that you’re single, I feel I can finally be open and tell you…
FINN_FLIRTY: I want to be with you, {0}.
You feel the room get hotter as the steam from the shower forms a cloud around you both.
FINN_FLIRTY: So what do you say, do you want to be with me? Right here, right now?
NARRATOR: Seems like things are Finn-ally getting hot and heavy for {0}!
NARRATOR: I haven’t seen anything this steamy since I went in the sauna with my glasses on.
NARRATOR: The hot air wasn’t just because of my chat for once, although that was enough to drive everyone away.
NARRATOR: But, will {0} go all the way with Finn? Or go all the way back to bed, alone?
NARRATOR: Find out next time on Love Island!
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