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thekuraning · 10 months ago

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like 3 of y'all voted sure when i polled about uploading the fic chappie rejects it says 4 but one was me by accident oop so HERE'S THE FIRST ONE: Maelstrom Fic Chapter 2 reject

Originally it was going to be a scene where the heroes were all having a chat after they got back from the ch1 hero action and while it was pretty fun, it was getting too banter-heavy and... well... a little ham-fisted in some parts :') but i do have a deleted scene with subaru and thomas that i thought was kind of funny that i'd really like to salvage a few joke beats from huehuehue anyways the maelstrom ch 2 dump is! under the cut!

Barnaby Brooks Jr. had never been more tired in his life.

He wouldn't say anything was particularly out of the ordinary. He was still working the same shifts for Hero TV: three twelve-hour days, two twelve-hour nights, one twelve-hour PR day, and one day completely off. Ever since beginning his career as a hero, his schedule had remained largely the same. The hours sounded stressful, of course, but most of the time was spent on-call with a few hours each day set aside for exercise and training, so as long as he responded to his communicator, it wasn't like he didn't have time to eat or sleep.

Maybe it was burnout. He'd been working like this for years, now, and especially after the shitshow with the X riots, and the attacks by Fugan and Mugan before that, maybe he just needed a break or a vacation or something. That was what he tried to tell himself as he scanned his keycard at Justice Tower that afternoon, anyways.

He nodded politely to the security guard and rode the elevator to the top, a brown takeout bag clenched in his fist. He only paused briefly at the locker room to hang his lanyard and windbreaker, then wandered into the training room and plopped down at one of the tall bistro tables in the rest area when Karina waved him down. She was sitting with Ryan, Nathan, and Pao-Lin, who all greeted him warmly as he approached.

“Nice work today!” Karina said as he sat, “I really appreciate the assist.”

“Same here,” Ryan agreed, “you saved our asses, Junior.”

“Too bad I wasn't there sooner,” Barnaby replied, “are you and Fire Emblem okay?”

Ryan looked across to Nathan, who grinned and crossed their arms across their chest, drumming perfectly-manicured nails along their bicep.

“All the better for you showing up, handsome,” they teased, “but I could have done without Sky High on top of me, today.”

Ryan snorted and Pao-Lin broke into a little fit of giggles. Karina leveled Nathan with a pointed stare, but they only laughed along with the others.

“What?” they innocently batted their eyes.

“Kid?” Karina answered, motioning to Pao-Lin, who rolled her eyes.

“I'm seventeen!” she protested, “and my friends at school make way worse jokes!”

“No, no, Rose's right, I should behave,” Nathan chuckled, waving one hand. “But we did all get banged up pretty bad. Could have been worse I guess, but I'm going to be feeling those bruises for weeks.”

“I got chewed out for letting my suit get damaged,” Ryan piped up. “Robert was pissed. Said Apollon was going to bill us a small fortune for the repairs, but it's not like that's my fault.”

“Shouldn't have been in the way,” Karina teased him.

“You're just lucky Junior over here saved your ass,” he bit back. Barnaby smiled.

“I still think 'hero rescue' should get us extra points,” he chimed in. Karina made a show of acting scandalized (“Hey, I had that NEXT right where I wanted him!”) and the group laughed. Barnaby opened his take-out bag and rummaged inside for his food.

There were two orders inside. His face fell. Nathan, who was listening intently to Ryan's play-by-play account he was now giving to Pao-Lin, suddenly caught Barnaby's eyes, and they frowned.

“Hey, handsome,” he interrupted the conversation, “why the long face?”

“What?” Barnaby looked up. Karina, Nathan, Pao-Lin, and Ryan were all staring at him. Why was everyone on Hero TV so nosey? They always had to be up in everyone else's business, but as much as Barnaby wanted to feel irritated, that wasn't an emotion he was capable of stirring up at the moment. He knew they were worried and had been since.... always? Especially now that he was on his own. It was more endearing than anything, these days. He supposed this must have been what it felt like to have brothers and sisters.

“I picked up lunch after my debrief and physical,” he explained, and his mouth pulled into a dejected frown. “But I must not have been paying attention when I placed the order, because....” He tipped the two compostable clamshell food containers out of the bag and onto the table. The others were quiet for a moment, watching his every movement, staring hard at his take-out with blank expressions. Pao-Lin was the first to react. Her eyes grew large, her face fell, and she let slip a mournful “oh, no!” And that was what rang the bell for the others.

“Oh, Barnaby,” Karina sighed, “it was an accident, just don't think too much about it.”

“She's right,” Ryan agreed, “and you know, I'll bet he's done that a couple times, too.”

“Come on you all, Tiger retired, he's not dead,” Nathan pointed out. “Handsome, just text him and invite him up to visit. You know he never turns down a meal.”

Which was true. Kotetsu was a bit of a big eater, but also he had trouble turning down anything nice someone did for him, regardless of whether he wanted it or needed it. Barnaby couldn't count the number of times he'd tried to do something small for Kotetsu—bringing him a drink or a snack or a towel after a workout, something—only to discover he had tried to do the same thing and hid it once he'd found out Barnaby had, too. Even more, those were only the times Barnaby knew of. Maybe there were hundreds more. Thousands. Little things that Kotetsu did that made Barnaby feel relied on. Useful. Appreciated.

Valued, even.

And that was why he most definitely could not text Kotetsu and ask him to come visit, because he would bring those feelings back with him, but they wouldn't remain. He was retired, and he would have to leave. He would take those feelings with him. They had been pried from Barnaby's hands three times so far—he didn't think he could handle it again. He didn't want to get lost in the small, hopeful, deluded voice that he buried deep down inside of him that wondered if, maybe, Kotetsu would take one look at the heroes' workout room, sigh wistfully, and tell Barnaby the words he most wanted to hear at that moment.

Bunny, he hoped for, I've decided to come back to hero work. You didn't miss me too much, right?

And they would be Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Jr., Kings of the Buddy Heroes. Just like they were supposed to be.

But just like all the nights spent wishing he would wake up and the bullets in his parents' skulls were nothing but a bad dream, no amount of hope would change anything about his situation. No more banter in the office, no more arguing about who ate who's sandwich or when to jump into the action during a broadcast, no more noise or takeout or patrols together. He was Wild Barnaby now, and he was alone. Of course, there was no way in hell he would say any of that to anyone ever, especially not a bunch of busybodies like his dear, dear friends.

“I don't want to bother him,” he sighed, which wasn't exactly a lie. “I think he's got interviews today.” Which was a lie, as far as he knew. None of them seemed to buy it. For a second it seemed like Pao-Lin was going to be particularly pushy about it, but Lady Justice was smiling upon him that day as Keith stepped out of the elevator.

He thanked Barnaby then thanked him again when he offered him the extra lunch.

- - - -

“Hey, don't you think it's been quiet around here without old man Tiger?”

Thomas was used to ignoring Subaru's chatter. He liked to talk a lot, which had been very annoying when they were first partnered together. It was still annoying a little—which was why Thomas usually tuned him out—but really only in the way white noise was annoying. He'd been annoying all day since they'd gotten to Justice Tower, pestering Thomas with the details of his activities on their day off (Thomas did not and would never care what score Subaru got on their local arcade's rhythm game) and other asinine, useless bits of trivia.

“Has it been?” Thomas answered him flatly, repeating his reps on the machine fly. “I hadn't noticed.”

“I mean,” Subaru continued, much to Thomas's chagrin, “not just like we don't hear Tiger anymore. Everyone else is a little more quiet, too.”

Thomas wrenched the fly bars back in front of him and pause there, his usual frown deepening. He turned his head to eye Subaru around the edge of his jacket's hood, straining to listen to the wide open workout room. Some of the others were over in the rest area eating lunch together. They were talking, but no one was getting rowdy. Ivan was all the way down doing target practice with his shuriken, and every now and then there would be the faint whup of them striking the training dummy. Antonio was doing bench presses a little closer to them, but his usual obnoxious grunts and groans had been reduced to pitiful huffs of air as he worked. Lara was on the treadmill with earbuds in.

“You're right,” Thomas found himself agreeing. “No wonder you've been more annoying than usual.” He relaxed his arms, took a pause to breathe, and pushed forward again.

“Hey!” Subaru protested. Thomas smirked. His partner came around in front of him so he couldn't hide behind his jacket, arms petulantly akimbo. He was so easy to rile up.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he asked. Subaru just pouted at him.

There really wasn't anything they could do. Thomas didn't make any decisions for Hero TV, he just worked here.

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....And that's as far as that one got! I'd really like to use the heroes as a group a lot more but it's so easy to get carried away. :( And I'd particularly like to have more scenes with Pao-lin & Lara and Subaru & Thomas........ It really gives me an appreciation for scenes in the anime where all of the heroes are together, just due to how much personality each of the heroes exudes. (9òvó)9

#kuras trash pile #kcu:maelstrom #kurawrites #tnb #tiger & bunny #kuras tiger and bunny posting again

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sablegear0 · 2 years ago

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I have some Thoughts about the season-ender of Technoroid Overmind. Spoilers to follow obviously

First, it felt like it should have been two episodes. Granted, the whole season felt fast-tracked, I suspect they were only given a dozen episodes worth of space with no plans for a Season 2. But I would have liked to see more elaboration on the escape/Babel infiltration bit, since that’s probably a huge undertaking, actually. I can’t imagine security would be so lax for an event like that, especially with the Exclusionist bloc pulling the strings.

Second, I think they could have done a bit more with the epilogue-y bits/time-skip scenes. If the infiltration plot could have been its own episode, the performance and aftermath could have used more space, too. The short scenes we got lend themselves to some good analysis but I personally would have liked just a bit more material.

I also would have liked to see what Bora and Nobel got up to. Obviously, because I am smitten, (I was robbed of Bora’s emotional awakening scene you jerks) but less obviously because the implied changes were actually pretty subtle until the very end. It was nice they managed to get Bora’s detective partner on board; I think it’s fine to omit that exchange but it could have been an interesting one to see. Especially given Bora’s very brief epilogue. I can make some guesses as to what’s going on there (most likely he’s gone rogue or undercover to dig into the World Government conspiracy, hence fleeing from some random goons) but all we know for sure is he did pick up the Heart patch because he saves a stray dog even while he’s clearly under duress himself. (Which is also a nice callback to the prior episode with the abandoned puppy)

As always I have to gripe that the performances weren’t subtitled. I’m sure they were very moving but come on, guys. It doesn’t have to be an accurately “musical” translation, I just want to know what they’re saying! (Not knowing the language and from a pure performance standpoint, Standalone would have gotten my vote. Oops.)

On reflection, I think Esola encouraging the gang to pursue their own ambitions was a neat choice. Not just for the “make the most of your now-limited time” aspect of it which is explicitly stated, but the fact that the main four were meant to help raise Esola into a “perfect human” - to teach him kindness and creativity and the value of interpersonal bonds. The very fact that he basically says “thanks guys but it’s my turn to care about your wants and needs”/“I love you but I don’t think I need you here now” proves he’s matured according to plan. He’s growing up compassionate and just, and he wants his caretakers to live the lives that we’re taken from them. Really sweet stuff.

Kite’s choice to be an organ donor for his sister felt… bad. But I suppose it’s also the “accurate” end of that story. To have him turn around and suddenly decide that artificial organs are an acceptable substitute would be the “predictable” thing, but his epilogue implies he still has a long way to go before he’ll genuinely accept synths as equals, and I can respect that from a writing perspective. He’s changed, but not completely. (I wonder if he’d make it to a Season 2 if we got one, or if the twins would carry on performing in his absence as just a duo…)

Time-skip Esola really owns the long hair. I wasn’t crazy about the design at first, the way it’s drawn looks very messy, but I can kinda dig it. He looks a lot like his mom, which is absolutely on purpose. I like to think Neon inspired him to let it grow out, they both really rock the fem-leaning look. Congrats for TrOm for not being weird about its gnc characters. (Also yes, casual Bora is very cute, but I feel like he looks better with his headphone-dealies. Is that weird?)

Also what does Nobel actually do? We never get a straight answer out of him. Where does he go at the end of the day? Is he living off a retainer the professor left behind for him? Is he also an upload, or partial upload? We know the Prof experimented on himself, maybe Nobel is some combination of his own partial scans and a procedural learning program like Eliza. But if so, wouldn’t he have had the Heart programming to start with? Why does he treat it like this mysterious thing when reasonably he should also be equipped with it? I know his appeal is in being the mysterious mentor character, so it’s likely we’ll never know for sure.

And another thing- how do we know for sure the Heart patch even works on other consumer models? Bora already tested the main gang by copying their core programming into spares. I thought the fact that the spares didn't act the same way implied the uniqueness was in the hardware, not the programming. Unless the Heart components are not able to be copied, or require a lot of empty space in a drive to function properly (which the spares maybe didn't have?), as mentioned later. If it IS the latter, then isn't patching the Heart programming into every other synth kind of... pointless? We were told that the main four, Bora, the Ritz 9s, and presumably Nobel are unique in having that purposefully empty drive space to accommodate proto-Heart emotional anomalies. So can the Heart programming function without it? I suppose some minor plot holes can be made for the sake of a happier ending.

Anyway, those are my thoughts for now. I won’t lie to you guys, there may be fanfic in the future. Maybe.

#sable talks about media #technoroid overmind #technoroid overmind spoilers #anime

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drac-onion · 3 months ago

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Back at it again. A year since I posted Beneath Her Mask. Same thing as last time. Fun facts or just looking back at something I done did write once upon a time exactly a year ago.

This is going to be very "stream of consciousness" and probably hard to read, but here goes.

First off, wow that title sucks. I came up with it like right before posting and then rolled with it. Nowadays I would put off uploading something for MONTHS if I couldn't figure out an original and interesting title. Oops.

Anyway, this one is a lot better than the last one. Promise. The whole thing is a little bit iffy still, but I was very new. The formatting is the main issue I have with. The concept is...fine, although I think I could have gone a little bit further with and then lead into where this one starts. Ya know, inform the reader as to the situation that lead to Makoto's desire to keep everything to herself? But I kinda made it ambiguous on purpose. Good thing I didn't have to follow up on this a few months later... Oh wait. The stakes were just: awkward. No gay panic (like the tags say, oops), no internalized anything, no worries over team cohesion with members of the PTs dating, none of that. If I would ever go back and rewrite this (don't fucking tempt me) I would definitely expand on things a lot more. But hey, I probably shouldn't try and go back and fix all my old stuff. I'd never get anything done otherwise.

Oh yeah, Makoto's "113 decibel alarm clock" is a real thing. I actually have one. I sleep through every other alarm clock out there. The thing is so good, it will actually scare you awake. Pretty nice. (If probably a little too loud for apartment living in Japan where the walls are very thin.)

Oh yeah, and the tense a few times. Annoying.

I dunno why I made it three chapters. It's just over 3.5k words. That would have been fine to keep as a single chapter one-shot, but I think I just had a hard time with having scenes switch mid-chapter. Chapters are a good way to signal a scene switch, but nowadays I'll just use a line break and go with it. I've just improved as a writer, I think, and so now my old mistakes bug the shit out of me.

If I named all the issues I had, I'd be here all day. So, what did I get right with this? I think the concept is alright. The dialogue is good at points. The scene in Leblanc is pretty good. Good guy Sojiro being cool with lesbians (very cool of him). And the text convos at the end are also pretty okay. The "out of your league" comment still gets me for some reason. It's kinda funny.

Also I made a custom dialogue option for Akira, referencing the very first thing he says at the beginning of the story. I think it turned out okay. (I'd like to do more art/edits relevant to my writing. I've thought about making cover/chapter art for my current project. I guess we'll see how I'm feeling. A little wattpad-y of me, but it'd be interesting.)

I'm just now realizing that I should've made the "third option" a little cheeky. Maybe something like "Come here often?" or whatever. Ah well. Next time.

So, overall? It's an improvement. It's not perfect, but it was the second thing I'd ever written. (Once again, I don't count the RE one. I should probably anon it tbh.)

Anyway, that was something. The next "retrospective" (I guess that's what these are now) will be on Beneath Their Masks.

That one is a doozy, and I think I'm going to have a decent amount to say about it. It's also really long, so that's also a thing I'm gonna have to worry about. I'll probably do that on 10/1 because that's when I posted the first chapter. Maybe I'll have enough time to write up mini retrospectives for each chapter? And then post those throughout October? That could be interesting. And tiring. But still, interesting. I could pull the original upload dates since I made a tumblr in between ACIFT and BHM. Although those are going to be VERY spaced out, especially near the end. So much for doing a month's worth of prompts WITHIN the month. But I'll save all my whining for when those go up.

Also, shoutouts again to my beta at the time, @makomaki5. I hope you're doing well.

Anyway, I think that's about it. See ya.

#drac.txt #drac_retrospective #writing #ao3

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scarfwrites · 2 years ago

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Carnival Date (To Mend a Broken Heart Part 12)

❅ Iwaizumi x Singer Fem!Reader

❅Format: Fluff, Crack, Angst,

❅Warning: none

❅Authors Note: very late compared to my usual upload schedule but I was so busy please forgive me 😭😭😭

It was the day that Iwaizumi would hang out with you and your boyfriend whom he was sure clearly distrusted him. He decided to accept your invitation for the sake of keeping you safe. He sighed as he started regretting his decision on coming to hang with the both of you but unfortunately it’s too late now as his thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of the door ringing.

“Hang on, I'll get it!” Iwaizumi yelled rushing towards the door and sighed before opening the door

“Heya Zumi” you waved

“Hey Y/N” seems you're ready Iwaizumi chuckled

“Mhm! I'm pretty excited I hope you both can work out your differences” you smiled brightly

“Where is he anyways?” Iwaizumi asked

“Oh we'll pick him up but since I live near here I picked you up first” you explained

“Alright then” Iwaizumi replied as you both proceed to leave

“Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?” Iwaizumi chuckled

“Hey! I'm forgetful but not that forgetful!” You pouted as he laughed

Adorable he thought

You both proceed to walk towards Daisuke house. As you arrived at the door you felt Iwaizumi's nervousness before you rang the doorbell.

“You okay Zumi?” You seem nervous you asked with concern

“Yeah don't worry I'll be fine” Iwaizumi smiled softly

“You don't have to force yourself to do this if you really can't make up” you said sadly as your face is laced with extreme concern

“Y/n I chose to do this and I'm not backing out. I'll give him a chance just for you” Iwaizumi gave you a reassuring smile as you blush

“Thank you” you smiled gratefully as you rang the door

“Give me a minute!” You hear Daisuke yell from the other end of the door

A few seconds letter and he opens the door

“Oh Y/N and Iwaizumi… You're here early Daisuke said in surprise

You make it sound like I'm always late” you pout

“Well you're pretty much always late” Daisuke chuckled as your pout grew

Adorable they both thought

“Whatever, let's just get on with it” You said crossing your arms

The walk to your “play date” was very awkward. You felt the tension between the two especially when they tried to talk to you. One would stop as soon as the other started talking. You tried to lighten the situation

“We still haven't decided on a place to go to” you pointed out

“Wait so where have we been walking to for the past minutes” Daisuke said in surprise

“I thought one of you knew a place to go” you exclaimed

“You were the one who invited us, should you know where to go?” Iwaizumi sighed

“Oops I guess I forgot about that” you chuckled nervously as Iwaizumi facepalmed

“Well I know a carnival that's opened we could go there” Daisuke suggested

“Ooh that's a good idea let's go!” you said with excitement as you looked at Iwaizumi for approval

“Well I don't mind I guess” Iwaizumi shrugged

You all then head to the direction where the carnival is located. As you all arrived you were in awe of how big and lively it was. It was also pretty crowded too so you opted to stay close to the both of them to avoid getting lost.

“This was busier than I expected” Iwaizumi said as he scans the area

“Hey Y/N hold my hand, you don’t wanna get lost” Daisuke chuckled

“Yeah thanks” you smiled

“You should pay attention, even if you’re holding his hand you might get lost” Iwaizumi reprimanded

“Aww you care about me” you teased as Iwaizumi sent you a glare

“Alright I'll be careful” you answered quickly

As the three of you walk around the carnival crowd getting tighter and tighter you see a particular prize that catches your eye.

“Zumi look!” You said pulling him and pointing at the gigantic Godzilla stuffed animal

“I’m fucking getting that” Iwaizumi’s eyes sparkled as he rushed over to the carnival game

“It’s a ring toss game” you groaned

“It says you need at least ten hoops” Daisuke points out

“I’ll get it myself you both can go do whatever” Iwaizumi said as he grabs the rings

“We never said we’re not doing it” you quickly reminded

“We didn’t?” Daisuke looked at you confused

“Yeah? We’re getting it for him” you look at him back with a raised eyebrow

After a couple of minutes the three of you were getting very tired and the three of you knew these types of games were scummy. Fortunately you three were all at seven hoops though that the expenses that came with it were racking up very quickly.

“Hey Y/N we don’t have to keep doing this you’re spending a lot already” Iwaizumi said worriedly

“Even he said it’s fine let’s continue” on Daisuke agreed

“NO WE’RE AT SEVEN, WE ARE GETTING IT!” you yell throwing more rings

“Y/N it’s fine I can’t want something when you’ve spent so much to get it” Iwaizumi said getting increasingly more worried

“Well the same thing can be said for me. I’ve spent too much to back out” now you reasoned out

“Whatever you say” Daisuke sighed

“I GOT IT!” Iwaizumi yelled in relief

“YAY WE GOT IT” you jumped in joy

“Phew finally” Daisuke sighed in relief as the prize gets handed out to you

“Here you go Zumi” you smiled handing it to him

“Nah you can keep it after all you’ve worked so hard to get it that you deserve it more than me” Iwaizumi said

“You won it didn’t you? You should get it” you insisted

“I’ll be much happier if it goes to you” Iwaizumi said pushing the plushie back to you

“Are you sure?” you give him a questioning look

“Yeah I’m sure” Iwaizumi said giving you a reassuring smile

“Alright then thank you Zumi” you smiled brightly

“I think we’re all starving” Daisuke pointed out as everyone's stomach started rumbling

“Alright then let’s go eat” you said

After quickly scanning the area and looking for the food section for a couple of minutes you three finally found it and sat on a desk.

“What do you guys want?” You asked

“I’m fine with anything really” Daisuke said sitting down

“You can pick whatever you want for me” Iwaizumi said nonchalantly

“Corndogs?” You suggested

“Yeah sure” they both agreed

“Alright I’ll go buy them while you both stay put so no one will take our seats” you said heading off

As soon as they were sure that you were gone, Iwaizumi felt the tension between them rose very quickly to the point where others would find it suffocating. The facade that they were both showing to you faded as now that you were gone they were free to stop beating around the bush.

“So you and Y/N” Daisuke spoke darkly

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skyeet-the-writer · 4 years ago

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

#corpse_husband #corpse husband #x reader #female reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse_husband x reader #jacksepticeye #among us #ldshadowlady #pewdiepie #fanfic

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kanjukucompany · 2 years ago

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【A3! Translation】 Sky Gallery (4/11)

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Chapter 4

Kazunari: Heh, this painting conveys a lot of love through the motif~. How catchy, easy to understand too!

Kazunari: Uwah, this piece is amazing! So moving! I'm liking this one~.

Kazunari: Which one's your fave, Tenten?

Tenma: .....Something about this one is nice. It's eye-catching.

Kazunari: I see~, so Tenten likes this kinda style! I get what you mean!

Tenma: I don't know much about art, so it's a bit difficult for me to properly understand.

Kazunari: That's okay! It's fine to perceive art in your own way, if your gut says 'I can't explain why, but I like this' or 'this one isn't that good', then that's that.

Kazunari: Just because it's a painting, it doesn't mean you're required to think super hard about it...

Kazunari: It's the same as listening to music, like how you know you enjoy a song because of the way it excites you!

Kazunari: When I draw, I try to create artwork that'll make people feel that same way.

Kazunari: It doesn't matter if it's an exhibition piece or just a doodle.

Kazunari: I always want to make something that those who see it will enjoy, even if just a little.

Kazunari: Of course, not everyone is going to feel the same.

Kazunari: ...Oops, guess I got a bit serious there.

Tenma: To me, your paintings….

Tenma: ...Nevermind, it's nothing.

Customer A: Isn't that Sumeragi Tenma?

Customer B: Oh my god, you're right!

Tenma: --.

Kazunari: It's pretty darn hot today, don't ya think, Tenten? How ‘bout we go chow down on some shaved ice?

Tenma: Huh?

Customer A: That's definitely Sumeragi Tenma.

Customer B: Should we ask him?

Tenma: ---Yer darn right! It's swelterin' out! Let's hop to it!*

Customer A: Is that not him after all?

Customer B: His accent's different.... Were we wrong?

Customer A: They look so similar~.

Tenma: That was such a bad Kansai accent.

Kazunari: Ahaha, thankfully we didn't get caught~.

Tenma: (It's been a while since I've had a day off, I'll take it easy today...)

Misumi: I got a piece of paper!

Tenma: ?

Yuki: Then let's start. We'll go clockwise.

Kumon: Oh, Tenma-san, perfect timing! Let's draw together!

Tenma: Shiritori? I'll pass, I want to relax a bit--.*

Yuki: Not confident in your art skills?

Tenma: I'm not-, why you little--!

Muku: Tenma-kun can sit here.

Izumi: Then, I'll go first.

Muku: Are we done with this round?

Misumi: That was hard~!

Kumon: Let's compare answers!*

Muku: Director-san's is 'curry', right.

Kumon: Yuki's is 'refrigerator'. Easy guess!

Yuki: Misumi drew a boat?

Misumi: It's 'fishing'~!*

Kumon: So, what did Tenma-san draw…?

Yuki: An evil spirit?

Tenma: That doesn’t fit the pattern.

Misumi: Monster!

Tenma: That doesn’t fit the pattern either!

Kumon: Amoeba?

Tenma: None of those fit!

Yuki: Then what is it?

Tenma: ……Cat.

Izumi: I-I see….

Kumon: A cat—!!

Kumon: How does that fit.

Misumi: 'Cause~, I've been talking to the neighborhood watch about how to feed the strays! This is how!

Izumi: It's actually gave an explanation!?

Misumi: Maybe I'll upload it to Inste later~.

Kumon: Speaking of, Sumi-san, you've gained a ton of followers!

Yuki: Maybe his guest performance had something to do with it.

Kumon: Keep this up, and you might become the popular one!

Tenma: .....

Yuki: What're you so quiet for?

Misumi: Tenma, are you tired~?

Tenma: .....Yeah, well, something like that.

Kumon: It's your day off, so you should get some rest!

Tenma: You guys roped me into this!

Kumon: Haha, sorry, sorry.

Kumon: Sumi-san's been busy with his guest role, and Tenma-san's hasn't been in the dorms for a while, so we just wanted to hang out.

Misumi: It's fun playing with everyone~!

Kumon: Though, Kazu-san is still huddled up in his room working...

Tenma: Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him.

Muku: It looks like he's in the final stages of creating his piece for the open-call exhibition. He's been at it so much he's barely even eaten.

Izumi: I'm a little worried about him.

Misumi: Let's make some onigiri and bring them to him!

Muku: Great idea!

Misumi: Kazu's favorite is basil and cheese, so let's make a ton of it~!

(door opens)

Kazunari: 'Sup guys~!

Muku: Kazu-kun!? Did you finish your artwork?

Kazunari: Yep! Thanks to Tenten's input, it came out great!

Izumi: Congrats!

Tenma: I'm glad.

Yuki: Good work.

Kumon: We were just thinking about making some onigiri and bringing it to you.

Kazunari: For reals!? Well, I am pretty hungry~.

Misumi: Then let's all have an onigiri party!

Kazunari: Hmm.....

Muku: What is it?

Kazunari: I figured I'd update my Inste, but I don't have anything to post...

Muku: Well it's fine not to update it constantly, right?

Kazunari: It is, but since I post all the time on it, it's become a habit.

Kazunari: ---Oh, I just remembered, I never uploaded that pic I took when I ran into Tenten earlier!

Muku: A photo with Tenma-kun?

Kazunari: Uh-huh! Back when the two of us walked around that gallery.

Kazunari: I took it to commemorate me running into Tenten heading home from work~.

Muku: Ah, I see. That's a pretty good idea for role-building for our play.

Kazunari: It was fun getting to find some inspo for the open-call exhibition~.

Muku: Ah, by the way, what were the results of the applications for that?

Kazunari: I actually should be hearing about that soon...

Kazunari: Oh, I've got an email.

Kazunari: I don't recognize the address... Speak of the devil!?

Muku: Uwah, my heart's racing.

Kazunari: The result is...

Kazunari & Muku: !?

*both kazu and tenma switch to kansai accents here (idk how to tl that accurately so take the country accent copout)

*game where each player draws something beginning with the last letter/kana of the thing the person before them drew (also the theme of mankai's 2021 relay blog!)

*their shiritori answers in japanese are: カレー (karē), 冷蔵庫 (reizouko) aka リーファー (rīfā), 当たり (atari), 猫 (neko). tenma thought misumi drew 船 (fune). yuki guesses tenma’s is 怨霊 (onryou)

*the more accurate tl would be bite (on a fish hook) but i felt this explained it what he meant better

#a3 #a3 game #a3 translation #my translations #tenma sumeragi #izumi tachibana #misumi ikaruga #muku sakisaka #yuki rurikawa #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo #sky gallery

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peachyysugaa · 3 years ago

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honey

― youtube couple!park jongseong x reader

but how much does jay really like honey?

genre: humor, fluff

wc: 1.3k

warnings: y/i means your first name initial!, cw food

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the first upload! feel free to read by itself~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

"hi everyone, we are jay!" jay starts you two off.

"and y/i!" you finish, clapping your hands as jay smiles at you fondly. "so as you probably guessed from the title, we're testing jay's love for honey."

"yea, if you guys are new to this channel, i eat it whenever i'm stressed," he explains.

"he does it straight too!" you exclaim. "when i first saw it, i was literally the eye, lip, eye emoji face."

let's try again line break insurance ;;w;; thank you to the anon who told me!

"if you don't know, riki is part of our friend group, his channel's called muramurariki where he does pranks and mukbangs where he heats stuff up. y/n finds it disgusting," jay explains again.

"yah! because it is! you put yogurt in the fridge to preserve it and it's a cool summer treat! this is an offense to yogurtland," y/n shouts. "and fruits are best cold!" your boyfriend playfully pushes you as you roll your eyes and settle down.

"anyways, y/n has some honey products prepared for me, and we're going to see if i will actually like them," jay segways.

"yup, so it's time to close your eyes, jay!" you say and reach for the angry bird blindfold given to you by one of your subscribers to put it over jay's eyes.

testing his sight, you wave a hand over it multiple times. "you can't see, right, seongie?"

"nope!" he affirms with a thumbs up. smiling, you hurry to grab your first product, pretty tame compared to the next two. scrambling back with the tub of ice cream, you show the camera with a hand behind the product so that it can focus on the label. it's buttermilk honey flavor ice cream. you're sure it's great, nothing can go wrong with ice cream for the most part.

carefully, you make a large scoop and place it into the bowl. the milky white ice cream almost looks like vanilla if it weren't for the few chunks and swirls of honey here and there. you grab a spoonful and have it ready for jay to taste.

"okay, jay, open your mouth," you order. he complies immediately, and you place the spoon in his mouth.

as soon as the ice cream hits his tongue, his reactions start. "oh! mmm..! this is really good! honey-flavored ice cream?" it causes you to erupt in giggles as you place another spoonful in his mouth.

"close!" you say and then proceed to correct him. "it's buttermilk honey ice cream."

"well, it has my seal of approval. could use more honey on top though," jay comments. you scoff slightly, shake your head, and roll your eyes at him. "hey, i can hear you rolling your eyes at me!"

"oops~" you tease, running away to grab your next product. as you come back and show the bag of honey-flavored cheese puffs to the future audience, it's hard to mask the sound of the plastic bag crinkling, so jay is naturally curious.

"a bag of chips? honey-flavored?" jay guesses.

"kinda! just wait and find out," you tell him. seeing his lonely pout makes you want to kiss it so you reach forward and follow your instincts, giving him a short and sweet one.

"hmm... very sweet," he plays along when you go back to reach for the actual snack.

"yea, yea, we'll edit that out later. open your mouth, babe."

again, he easily complies to your request, and you pop a single puff into his mouth.

"yooo... what?" you just know his eyebrows are raising in surprise under the blindfold. "this is strange, cheese and honey? honey cheese puffs?"

"ding ding!" you congratulate. "your review?"

"hmm... i liked the ice cream better, but this isn't too bad for a weird combo," he critiques. "i swear you've given me worse, baby."

you stifle your giggles, knowing fully well how bad the last product tastes. for new year's, your mom had sent you a jar of manuca honey. she had told you that it was good for your health and that you should try it, and like the good child you are, you obliged: only to find the most bitter honey ever with the texture of wet sand. the manuca honey was actually the whole reason you suggested the video to jay, and lo and behold, here you are filming it. you hid it from jay with much difficulty, and finally you're here.

"are you ready for the last one, seongie?" you ask him.

"give me your worst."

"well, you asked for it. hang tight." and with that, you went off to grab the awaited jar. showing it off to the camera, you wrote a note saying, "this is really bad!" to let your viewers know what was going to come. a spoonful of the gross honey is made and brought close to jay but not close enough for him to smell. "alright, bubs, last one! open up."

for the last time, jay opens his mouth to receive a bitter taste from the spoon you deliver him. his eyes widen upon contact, and he practically rips off his blindfold in shock at the grossness while you fall to the floor laughing. "yah! are you trying to kill me?!" he sticks out his tongue, face scrunching in disgust. "bleh, bleh!"

from the floor, your laughter is not ceasing, but you hand him a water bottle you prepared. he gives a quick thanks before chugging the whole thing and gasping for breath.

"oh my god, what was that?"

"m-manuca honey!" you explain, trying to contain your laughter. "my mom gave it to me, and i thought of doing this video to see your reaction."

"is this the vegemite of honey or something? ugh, disgusting!" jay complains. he reaches for the pint of ice cream and starts eating it straight from the container.

you wipe your tears of laughter while you stand up and join him on the couch. "hey, what if jake likes vegemite? you should apologize to all the people that like it."

jay bows and gives a quick sorry. "sorry, vegemite lovers!"

"okay, everyone! as you can see, jay doesn't like all honey products: there are clearly some exceptions," you say to the camera, jumping back to youtuber mode.

"can we throw that jar away?" jay asks immediately, which makes you burst into laughter again. "y/n babe, this isn't a joke."

"yea, i'm sure my mom wouldn't want you hating her for sending us that," you agree.

"thank you but no thank you, mrs. l/n!" jay shouts to the camera with a hand going straight down and then bowing.

"i think jay's ranking is clear, so let us know what you think about this video! i had lots of fun," you say. jay rolls his eyes at your comment as you wrap your arms around him.

"you had lots of fun!" he fights but laughs it off to do your outro together.

"until next time!" the two of you say to the camera. "this has been jay!"

"and y/i! thank you for watching!" waving goodbye to the viewers, you don't notice jay reaching for your cheeks to pinch them. you chuckle at his antics and playfully and lightly slap his hands away trying to pinch his in retaliation.

finally you get up to turn off the camera, and as soon as you turn it off, you spot jay continuing the honey ice cream from earlier, eyes closed in bliss of the sweetness.

"do you want some manuca honey on top, babe?" you tease.

he whines at your comment. "oh please no."

a/n: inspired by the manuca honey jar sitting in my pantry that my mom alone eats and jay's i-land moment he's so cute dbsjfnsifja i loosely based this on one of my favorite youtube couples, slice and rice :3c i just love their dynamic and their relationship <

#enhypen #enhypen jay x reader #enhypenwriters #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen fluff #park jongseong #enhypen fanfiction #enha imagines #enha fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #captured on camera

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restlessfandoming · 4 years ago

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“family holiday” (pt. 1) (chilumi fic)

[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]

Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion).

(some domestic fluff uwu)

lots of ppl have been asking for more and i love that! tysm for the encouragement and support <3 sorry this took so long to upload, i am trying very hard for all you lovelies ;__;

also this is being split into two parts bc it is a bit longer than my other fics...but i swear im writing part 2 as fast as i can!! i just wanted to post this now so i wouldn’t keep you lovelies waiting <3

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“family holiday” (pt 1)

“Lumineeeeee!” Teucer shouted as she walked through the door of Childe’s home. He tackled her into a hug.

“Well hello to you too, Teucer,” Lumine greeted back. Just as energetic as I remembered…

“Hey! Paimon’s here too!” Paimon crossed her arms.

Teucer broke his hug and waved energetically at Paimon. “Hi, Lumine’s toy!”

Paimon’s jaw dropped, ready to go on a rant, but Teucer already turned his attention away.

“Big brother!” he cheered, tackling Childe into a hug as well.

“Teucer!” Childe said enthusiastically, picking him up and slinging the little boy over his shoulder before swinging him around. Teucer erupted into gleeful giggles.

“Big brother? Is that you?” a soft voice called. Coming down the grand stairs was a little girl who looked exactly like Childe and Teucer, her long brown hair tied in a half-up crown braid, her large blue eyes like innocent doe eyes. She looked about eight. Behind her, another sibling came trudging down the stairs, scowling, his hair appearing more ginger than the rest of the family; his face had a splattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, more prominent than Teucer’s. He was a bit older, around 11.

Childe set Teucer down, and smiled. “Tonia,” he greeted her, gentler. He got down on one knee, and Tonia ran down the steps—her white dress flowing behind her—and jumped into his open arms.

“It’s been too long!” she said, her voice muffled by Childe’s shoulder.

He laughed. “It certainly has, princess.” He looked to the last sibling still standing by the stairs. “Come on, Anthon. Come here.”

Anthon let out an exasperate huff, but still made his way to his older brother, and joined Tonia in their embrace. “We don’t have to make such a big deal out of this,” he grumbled, though his arms tightening around his brother betrayed his attitude.

“Looks like we’ve been sidelined,” Paimon muttered.

Lumine tilted her head. “It’s kind of nice to see though…”

Anthon’s eyes flickered to her. “Who are you?”

Tonia broke from the hug, ducking under Childe’s arms to look at Lumine, while still gripping tightly to his jacket.

Teucer bounced over to the traveler, and placed his hands proudly on his hips. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Lumine!”

Tonia gasped and skipped over to her, her eyes bright. “Lumine?! Like from the letters?” Teucer nodded enthusiastically.

Childe stood and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yup, the one and only. This is her first time in Snezhnaya, so everyone be on your best behavior.” He gave Anthon a look, to which Anthon crossed his arms.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Tonia and Anthon,” Lumine said. “Your brothers have told me a lot about you two.”

Tonia smiled shyly and peered at Lumine’s face. “Woooow,” she whispered in wonderment. “You really are just as pretty as he said!”

Lumine felt a shock to her system. Childe told them I was pretty?

Childe let out a nervous laugh, quickly scooping Tonia off the ground and ruffling her hair. “Very funny, Tonia! Why don’t we decide on dinner plans, hmm?”

Paimon, after grumbling in the corner about being ignored, perked straight up. “Food?”

“Let’s celebrate brother and Lumine coming home! We should go to the bestest restaurant in the city!” Teucer suggested.

“You don’t want to eat brother’s cooking?” Tonia asked, a bit of sadness tinged in her voice.

“I think that’s a great idea, Teucer,” Childe said. He patted Tonia’s head. “How about we eat dinner at the restaurant, then we can come home and I’ll make you your favorite cake?”

“Yay!” Tonia cheered, jumping from Childe’s arms, and joining Teucer in celebration.

“Anthon? What would you like to do?” Childe asked.

He shrugged. “Whatever sounds good to me.”

“Then it’s settled! Let’s all go get ready then, okay?” Childe said. The children all ran up the stairs, and soon the foyer was quiet once more. The Harbinger let out a heavy sigh.

“Whew! They’re a handful!” Paimon said.

Lumine nodded. “How do they even survive while you’re away?”

Childe chuckled. “Year round I have a dedicated staff of servants and maids to look after them and the house.” (Mansion, Lumine thought.) “I gave them the weekend off while I’m back.”

“You can handle all three of them?” Lumine asked.

“Oh? You don’t think I’m capable?”

“I just can’t imagine you as a child raising type,” she said, recalling their various battles together. How bloodthirsty he could get.

“The battlefield is different,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. He glanced at the stairs. “I’ve been raising my siblings since we were little.”

No parents? She thought of her and Aether. On their own for as long as she could remember, having to explore and learn alone. Except she and Aether were twins; she never had to look after a younger sibling—let alone three.

“Ready!” Teucer announced, bouncing down the stairs.

Childe crossed his arms. “Just your hat? Where are your gloves? Coat? Boots?”

Teucer giggled. “Oops! I forgot!” He raced back up the stairs.

“And you?” he asked, turning to Lumine. “You don’t look ready either.”

“I was okay on the journey here,” she answered. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He shook his head. “It’s almost dark now. Snezhnayan nights are freezing, even more so during this time.”

“Ahh...well...we didn’t really pack...anything…,” Paimon said sheepishly.

“Paimon I expected, but you, Lumine?”

The traveler crossed her arms. “I’ve been a bit busy.”

He scoffed. “Right, right. Well, we can’t have you freezing to death in the street. I’m sure there’s extra coats around here,” he said, heading up the stairs. “Come with me.”

“Oooo, Lumine, they’re probably super expensive and fluffy! Let’s go!” Paimon said, flying after Childe. Lumine rolled her eyes and followed.

The three passed by the children’s rooms, all clothes being thrown around and excited chatter, before coming to a large door at the end of the hall. Childe’s room. He opened the door and they entered.

It was a grand room—octangular in shape with huge windows and a tall ceiling—large, spacious, and empty save for a large bed, standing wardrobe, and side tables. There was a fine film of dusting covering all the surfaces, and the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in for a long time. The colors were sparse, only grays, whites, blacks, and the occasional red accent.

Childe opened the doors to the wardrobe, revealing an assortment of heavy winter coats. He pulled one out and held it out for Lumine. “I think this coat is a little older—probably the smallest one I have.”

She put it on, the sleeves running a bit long to her fingertips, the feathered hood obscuring her face up to her nose. Childe laughed, and she stuck her tongue out at him after pulling the hood down. Despite it being old, she could still pick up a faint scent of Childe: a smell remnant of ocean waves and sandy beaches. Unexpectedly pleasant...

“If that’s too big, she can have one of my coats!” Tonia said from the doorway.

“That is very nice of you to offer, Tonia,” Childe said. “But I think your coats might be too small.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, we’re all ready now, brother!”

The family—plus Lumine and Paimon—gathered back in the foyer with everyone bundled in their coats, hats, and gloves. And then they were on the way to the restaurant.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Lumine, look!” Teucer said, pointing at a large pond. “There are so many fishes!”

They were waiting to be seated in the restaurant lobby. A large, grandiose building, with marbled floors, vaulted ceilings, and gold furniture. There was a large pond in the middle—a miniature waterfall flowed into it.

Too extravagant, Lumine thought. And I thought Liyue was expensive...

“Do you think we could take some fish home to eat?” Paimon asked, peering into the pond.

Lumine gave her a deadpan expression. “Go ahead. I’ve always wanted to see how Snezhnayans deal out punishment.”

“On second thought, nevermind…”

Tonia pulled on Childe’s jacket. “Can we go to the toy store after this?”

“Toy store! Toy store! Toy store!” Teucer chanted.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Childe said. The two children cheered.

“They’re always so loud,” Anthon grumbled from his seat next to Lumine.

“They’re just excited your brother is back,” Lumine said. “Aren’t you excited also?”

“I guess…” He looked at her. “Why are you here anyways?”

How do I explain that I’m on a quest to find my brother after we were banished from our journeys by an unknown god? “I want to meet all the gods of Teyvat.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, right. That’s impossible.”

“Actually I’ve been quite successful,” she told him. “I’ve already met a few.”

“Really?” His brows were furrowed. “What’re they like?”

Venti: drunk. Zhongli: broke. “They’re...interesting. Very powerful.”

Childe walked over to them. “Is he bothering you?” he asked Lumine.

“She was just telling me she’s met some of the gods of Teyvat. Is that true?” he asked, scrutinizing.

“Very much so. She’s quite strong, so don’t get on her bad side.” He gave Anthon a wink.

“Strong enough to beat you, brother?”

“Of course,” Lumine said, standing up. “I’ve beat your brother before.”

“Paimon can confirm that! We kicked his butt!”

For the first time, Anthon’s eyes seemed to light up. “You did? How?”

Childe chuckled through gritted teeth, disguised as a strained smile. “Now, now, Anthon; you seem like you want me to be beaten.”

Anthon frowned. “No, I didn’t mean that.”

“Sir? Your table is ready,” a waiter said, approaching the family.

As Childe went to wrangle up the younger kids, Lumine stayed behind and tapped on Anthon’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Why do you want to beat your brother so bad?”

Anthon shook his head. “You guys have it wrong. I don’t want to beat my brother…” His pale face flushed a bit red. “I just...I want to be stronger than him. So he doesn’t have to work so hard to protect us…” He stopped and watched his siblings sit around the table in the distance. “He shouldn’t be the only one protecting us. I can see it’s really hard work for just him. I want to be strong enough to protect him, Tonia, and Teucer also.”

Lumine’s heart warmed at Anthon’s love for his family. She missed Aether a little more. “I’ll help you.” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I know what it’s like, wanting to protect a sibling.” She then gave him a teasing smile. “Plus, I’ve already beaten your brother, right?”

“Right!” He had a little smile as well. “And he’s the strongest person I know! Well...I guess that person would be you now, right?”

Tonia came marching up to the two. “Come onnnnn, let’s go eat!” She grabbed both Lumine and Anthon’s hands and dragged them to the table.

Afterwards, the family enjoyed an exquisite meal, and were all stuffed full of expensive foods and cheerful laughter. (The children were amazed at how much both Lumine and Paimon could scarf down.)

The children, very quickly after finishing their meal, practically teleported to the toy store. As the children ran through the store, Lumine and Childe took the moment of rest, silently watching over them. (Paimon had retreated back into her world to recover from the feast.)

“I don’t know how you do it,” Lumine said. “I had a hard enough time with just Teucer in Liyue.”

“It’s not easy,” Childe confessed. He looked at his siblings softly. “But when I see them smiling and happy...despite everything bad in the world? I think it’s all worth it.”

How nice… His love for his family definitely matched her love for Aether. Something we have in common. She found herself enjoying this time with Childe, and his family, more enjoyable than any time she had been adventuring. It was almost like...she was...back home…

Soon enough, everyone was lined up, toys all selected and ready for purchase. Teucer tiredly tugged on Lumine’s coat, then silently held his hands up. At first, Lumine blinked, not understanding.

“Teucer, just ask her to pick you up,” Anthon said.

“That’s okay,” she said, pulling Teucer up off the ground—now understanding—and placing him on her hip. I think this is how you carry a kid? She didn’t have much experience with kids, save for the few she had met while in Teyvat. And those kids are far from normal... She let out a little sigh of relief when Teucer relaxed, laying his head on her shoulder.

“Are you tired too, Tonia?” Childe asked. She shook her head, tightening her grip on his hand, clutching a doll in the other. Teucer was hugging a hilichurl stuffed animal, and Anthon held an action figure of a Lawachurl.

Upon reaching the toy seller, the old woman at the counter smiled at Childe and Lumine. “You two have such beautiful children,” she said.

Lumine almost dropped Teucer. What?!

“Though I have to say, they do take after their father quite a bit,” she remarked. “A shame, seeing as the mother is so beautiful.”

Before Lumine could explain, Childe spoke. “Yes, what a shame indeed—I completely agree,” he said while smiling.

...WHAT?!

[part two]

#genshin impact #genshin lumine #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #lumine #childe #tartaglia #chilumi #lumichilde #childe x lumine #lumine x childe #fanfic #me

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quickspinner · 3 years ago

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Oops - Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | AO3

Summary: A little too much alcohol, a drunken hookup, it happens all the time, right? Marinette didn't mean to drink so much, and she didn't mean to wake up in a stranger's bed, but she did, and now this morning isn't going at all the way she expected. When Luka asks to see her again, she can't think of a good reason to say no...and the one night she never meant to have turns out to be the beginning of something she never could have anticipated.

Alya thinks its hysterical--only Marinette could take home a one night stand and end up with a date. But when the one night stand turns into a series of hookups, Alya's starting to get concerned. Clearly it's up to her to rein Marinette in before the girl gets seriously hurt.

Rating: M - this is a little spicier than my usual fare but not really explicit? There’s a lot of off screen sex and reference to sexy things and adult activities, some drinking (obviously), cursing/foul language.

Credit to my tumblr followers for this one, because one day I went "hey, you guys want to see some bits from the folder of fics I'm never going to finish?" and one of the bits I posted was the beginning of this story, and people liked it more than I was expecting, and then it was "well, you know, I did think about doing blahblah" and "I'd sure love to see that!" and the next thing you know I've added five thousand words with no sign of stopping. In Marinette’s words: Oops. So, with much love to my followers and readers across platforms, here's the fic I never intended to finish, and I hope you enjoy it!

I'm splitting it into two chapters but they'll both be uploaded within a few minutes, so if you finish the first part and the second one isn't posted yet, just wait a little and try back. Also, much love to @livrever for talking me down off the ledge and beta reading this one.

Marinette woke up with a mouth that felt like cotton and a pounding headache. She groaned, and pressed her face into the pillow. It...smelled funny. Not bad, just...not like home.

Oh. Because she hadn’t gone home last night. At least, not to her home.

“Are you shitting me right now?”

Marinette jumped, and sat up, clutching the sheets to her still-naked body. Her head reeled and she whimpered as she pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead. The door to the bedroom was cracked and she could see a sliver of light beyond it that blinked in and out. It seemed her...friend, was pacing in the other room, and from the sound of it, he wasn’t very happy.

“—crosses a line, Jean. What? No, that’s not the point, Jean, you got me hammered without my consent! How can you not see the problem here? No, you know what, my head is killing me and I’m sick of yelling at you, obviously this can’t be fixed. As of right now, we are no longer friends. Don’t call me, don’t talk to me, if you see me coming just walk the other way. I’m done with you.”

There was a thump and a sigh and an emphatic “Fuck.”

Marinette just sat there, holding the sheet over her chest, and blinked, trying to figure out what she should do and think through the fog in her brain. She didn’t exactly have a whole lot of experience in these situations. Was she supposed to just…

Before she could form any ideas, he came in with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. He had a pair of tattered but well-fitting jeans on with patterned boxers peeking out from the waistband, but no shirt, and there was a lot of muscle and bare skin on display and oh God he had sex hair, and it was her hands that had done it. Marinette swallowed and twisted her fingers tighter in the sheets, suddenly feeling a bit lightheaded.

“Hi,” he said gently. “I’m Luka, in case you don’t remember. Sorry if I woke you. How are you feeling? I mean, hung over, obviously, but on a scale of just let me die to I might conceivably want to live to tomorrow …” He gave her a smile that perhaps wasn’t entirely confident, and Marinette couldn’t help a small smile back.

“I think I’m not quite up to dancing to the metal band playing in my head, but pretty far from oh God where’s the bathroom, so I’ll take it, all things considered.” She took the glass of water he offered and he opened the aspirin bottle and shook a couple out into her palm. That was sweet, she thought. At least he wasn’t just tossing her clothes at her and kicking her out. How could she have let herself end up in a position like this?

Luka sat on the edge of the bed and watched her take the pills. “Man, you’re really gorgeous. I thought at least some of it would be the booze, but—“ He looked away, clearing his throat. “Lucky me.”

Marinette’s face burned. “Thanks,” she said softly, not sure what else to say. At least he was nice, she thought. At least she hadn’t slept with a jerk. And he’d certainly been...considerate. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t enjoyed herself, just...

“How much do you remember about last night?” he asked. His voice was rough, but he kept it soft. “I’m sorry for asking but I was way more drunk last night than I ever let myself get and I don’t think I blacked out but some things are...spotty.”

“Most of it, I think,” Marinette flashed him an embarrassed smile. “The good parts for sure. The details and...transitions, I guess, are a little hazy. I don’t remember how we got here from the club, for example.”

“But you remember being here, with me.” His eyes fell to her neck and shoulders and he winced. “Man I really marked you up, I’m sorry. I hope that’s not going to get you in trouble.” His eyes widened slightly. “Please tell me you aren’t married.”

“No,” she yelped. “No, I’m not married. Totally single.” She put her face in her hand. “Absolutely, devastatingly, recently single.”

Luka let out a sigh of relief and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Bad breakup?”

She sighed. “Very. Bad breakup, bad best friend applying bad breakup logic that lands me my very first one night stand. Yay me.”

“Um, I’m honored?” Luka grinned sheepishly. “Although, I mean...it doesn’t have to be. Just the one night, I mean. Not that—” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Even as drunk as I was, I know I had a lot of fun last night.” He rubbed his hand through his hair. “And even before I got too drunk to function I wanted to get your number.” He rolled his eyes. “Apparently one of my so-called friends decided I needed a little extra liquid courage.”

“I wish I had an excuse,” Marinette muttered, shoulders curling inward. “I just...didn’t want to be sad anymore.” She frowned as what he’d said and the conversation she’d overheard connected in her brain. “Are you...okay?”

“I’m pissed off,” Luka huffed, and then smiled again. “But I’m fine. I didn’t do— much I wouldn’t have done anyway. Just, not necessarily in that order, or that soon. As long as you’re okay, I’m okay.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m...not sure,” Marinette sighed, adjusting her grip on the sheet she held to her chest. “I don’t know how I feel. I definitely did some things I wouldn’t have done sober. You, specifically,” she joked weakly. “Not that you aren’t—not that I didn’t—“

“I get it,” he chuckled.

“But...I’m on birth control, and…” she turned and craned her neck to look at the spilled box and empty wrappers on the nightstand. “We used protection, and…” she looked at Luka, worrying her lip.

“I’m clean,” he supplied.

“Me too,” she whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “And you’re hot and you seem nice and it’s not like it didn’t feel good, and I definitely wasn’t sad for a while, so…” She shrugged. “I’m a little embarrassed but...I think I’m okay too.”

“Well, no need to be embarrassed with me,” Luka grinned. “I’m definitely not judging.”

They sat smiling at each other for a moment, and then Luka seemed to remember something, because he winced. “Umm...about your dress,” he coughed. “I am so, so sorry but it seems drunk me was kinda impatient and your dress is in pieces on my living room floor.”

Marinette just blinked at him for a moment...and then she started to laugh. Luka grinned, and then started to chuckle along with her. She laughed harder and grabbed her head. “Ow, ow, oh my God.” Without thinking she leaned forward to drop her head on Luka’s shoulder.

He stiffened up for a second, but then relaxed, and one of his hands slipped into her hair. His fingers began to rub in small circles.

“Mmm, that’s good,” she sighed, and felt Luka’s chuckle.

“Well that sounds familiar,” he said, his voice going a little deeper. Marinette shivered. She felt him swallow, and his face dipped slightly towards her. “I like your perfume,” he said, and had to clear his throat again. Marinette’s face warmed.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. His fingers continued to rub her aching head, and the pain actually seemed to be receding a bit, though whether from the massage or the painkillers he’d given her, she wasn’t sure.

She should sit up. He was a stranger, after all, and just because they’d—she wasn’t exactly experienced at this kind of thing but this wasn’t really fitting in with what she imagined a morning after to be like. She probably looked weird, leaning on him like...like they were a couple or something, and—

Luka’s hands shifted and began to comb gently, slowly through her hair, and Marinette let out a small moan. She felt his breath hitch and bit her lip, embarrassed. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“What for?” he asked, but there was a rough edge to his voice that—she was being silly though, he’d performed last night, and then they’d done all that drinking, and...and those other things, and it was no wonder if his voice was—

That voice was doing things to her, though, and reminding her of—things, and this time it was her breath that caught as the fingers that had been moving through her hair kept going down this time, sliding along her spine, raising goosebumps and reminding her that she was still very much naked.

“Do you, um,” Luka began, in the exact same deep tones that had made her leave the club with him last night. “Do you have anywhere you need to be right now?”

His fingers stilled, resting at the small of her back, and Marinette couldn’t see his face since hers was still buried in his shoulder. It was hard to think when he was so warm, and her nose was brushing his collarbone, and she’d hardly have to move to press her lips against his smooth skin.

She barely knew him. But...well...that hadn’t stopped her last night, so...

Marinette took a deep breath, and lifted her head, sitting back slightly to look at him. His breathing was steady as he looked back at her, almost too steady, but his eyes were dark.

“No,” she managed, barely above a whisper.

Luka’s hands moved up her back to trail up and down her arms. “Then, do you want to stay for a while longer?” They were swaying towards each other. “Maybe…” They were kissing before he could finish the thought. Marinette put her arms around his neck automatically, but as his arms went around her, pulling her closer, she dropped her hands back down again to rub over his broad, firm shoulders.

“Again?” he managed to get out between the fevered kisses, and Marinette made an affirmative noise, but he didn’t move until she broke away long enough to gasp, “Yes.”

He was pulling away the sheet between them even as he wrapped one arm around her and dragged her more fully onto the bed, settling her below him with surprising gentleness. Okay, that was hot, Marinette decided, burying her fingers in his already-messy hair as he began retracing the path he’d marked along her neck last night. Last night had been a really, really stupid decision, but this? As he pulled back to look at her, eyes clear and sharp instead of the hazy, unfocused gaze he’d had the night before, and brushed her hair tenderly back from her face before kissing her again, softly, and then deeply, Marinette began to feel that this morning was by far the best decision she’d made in a long time.

***

He should get up, Luka thought hazily, listening to his shower running. He should at least put his boxers back on or something. Change the sheets. Make some coffee. Something.

Instead he lay there, limp and relaxed, listening to the shower, and trying to hold on to this feeling of languid contentment.

God, he felt so good. Marinette was an amazing partner, sweet and so responsive, practically melting under his touch, firm and toned but soft in all the right places, and her little gasps and hums drove him crazy. She was bolder than he expected, an amazing kisser even drunk off her ass last night, and her mouth was so pretty and soft, and this morning...his body hummed with echoes of pleasure as he thought about it.

He rolled over, hugging his pillow, and grinned. He could still smell her perfume. That scent was engraved in his mind; it was one of the things that was clearest to him from the jumbled mix of memories of the night before. Luka remembered dancing with Marinette, dropping his head to hear something she was saying, and inhaling that scent, vivid despite the riot of smells that permeated the dance floor. He remembered being surrounded by it in the blur that was the cab ride home. He remembered gasping it in on the living room floor...did they fall? He thought he remembered one of them tripping over the doorstep. Even just now, with all his senses full of her, he had found traces of it on her skin, at her jaw and right behind her ear.

Luka shivered, buried his face in the pillow, and breathed deep.

He’d played a killer set last night, he’d gone home with a beautiful woman who was great in bed, had somehow managed not to humiliate himself despite his spiked drinks, and he had nowhere to be today. This morning would be perfect if he wasn’t dead certain that Marinette was going to leave and he would never see her again.

He really wanted to see her again.

Which was why he hadn’t wanted things to happen this way, damn it. He sighed, this time burying his face in the pillow to muffle his groan. He was supposed to flirt with her, get her number, ask her out, think with his brain and not his—hormones.

He was still going to kill his so-called friend. There was no justifying what Jean had done. If Victor had been working it never would have happened, but he’d called out for the night and apparently whoever had replaced him had been more than happy to make sure Luka’s drinks were stronger than advertised.

Bastards, both of them.

Even if it hadn’t turned out too badly.

Rock Giant blared out from his nightstand, and Luka flopped on his back and grabbed for his phone, forcing his eyes open as he answered it. “Hello?” he grumbled.

Silence. Luka frowned, and opened his mouth, but the person on the other end finally said, “I’m looking for Marinette.”

What? Luka frowned, and then pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it. It was pink.

Right. Because he’d found Marinette’s dead phone on the floor this morning when he got up, and he’d picked it up and set it in his charger, while he took his own to the living room to call and yell at Jean. Then he’d hurled his phone into the couch and left it there.

Shit.

“Ah,” he said, reaching up with his other hand to run his fingers through his hair. “She’s, um, in the shower. I can tell her to call you when she gets out.”

“Tell her to call Alya. If I don’t hear from her in fifteen minutes, I’m calling the police,” the girl on the other end of the line said coldly, and then hung up.

“Oops,” Luka muttered, setting Marinette’s phone back on the nightstand with a sigh. He hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at him. He probably should have come up with a more ambiguous excuse, something she could use for a cover if she didn’t want to admit to this Alya person that she’d gone home with a guy, but he wasn’t exactly thinking on his feet this morning.

He should get up. He sat up with a groan and swung his legs over to sit on the edge of the bed, scrubbing his hands over his face.

He registered that the shower was no longer running at about the same time that the door opened. Luka looked up and his jaw dropped as Marinette shuffled shyly into the room.

Shit, he’d seen her naked less than an hour ago, why was he still blushing? She was wearing two of his shirts, a t-shirt with one of his button-ups over it, open at the front and with the sleeves rolled up, cinched at her waist with her scarf from the night before. He couldn’t look away from that scarf for a moment, a pink, gauzy thing the sight of which brought Luka another vivid memory of pressing his face against her neck to inhale her perfume as he untied it. His eyes flicked up to the lovely pattern of bruises along her neck.

“Thanks for letting me raid your closet,” Marinette said, tugging slightly at the hem of his shirt. She had what looked like a pair of his black bike shorts on underneath. They were too big for her but damn did her legs look good anyway.

“No problem,” he coughed, and cleared his throat, reaching for the glass of water that was still sitting on his nightstand. Ugh, when did he become such a horn dog, drooling like this over a woman who had already more than satisfied him. Why did Jean have to decide to be a jerk last night, of all nights. Luka didn’t want things to end like this.

“Well, I should...If you maybe have a bag I can put my dress in? Then I can just go and get out of your hair.” Marinette couldn’t seem to be still, feet shuffling, hands fluttering, not looking at him.

I have to fix this, was the only thing he could think as he stared at her. I’ll regret it forever if she just walks out.

“Actually,” Luka said quickly, trying desperately not to sound too desperate, “I was going to ask if I could buy you breakfast.”

That stilled her. She froze, staring at him, and he forced himself to go on. “No pressure,” he shrugged, “But the café on the corner has a great all-day brunch menu. And I’d like to make it up to you, about the dress.” He grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. Marinette’s eyes followed the motion and he thought he saw pink tint her cheeks. Well, at least it wasn’t just him. “Breakfast probably doesn’t begin to cover it, but it’s a start. If you don’t mind waiting for me to shower.”

Marinette was shuffling again. “O-okay,” she said. “I’ll, um...I’ll wait for you in the other room?”

Luka chuckled. “Sure.” He waited a moment, but when she just stood there, he tossed aside the sheet covering his lap and stood. “I’ll be quick,” he told her with a grin that he was extremely sure she didn’t see. She squeaked as he passed her and he had to smother his laughter, even as he closed the bathroom door behind him. She was too cute, and her ogling made him feel less like a creep for his own.

Then he cursed and opened the door again, leaning just his upper half out. “Oh, I need to tell you, you need to call, um, Alya? I’m really sorry, but we have the same ringtone and I answered without thinking. Can you call her back before she sends the cops after me? I can’t deal with Officer Roger this early in the morning.”

Marinette paused, and then let out a strangled laugh, dropping her head into her hand. “Yeah,” she sighed, but she was smiling when she looked up at him. “Sure, I can do that.”

Luka smiled back. “I'll only be a few minutes.”

He did want to be quick, but he also wanted to be clean and attractive, so he throttled back his impatience as best he could to make sure that he both smelled and looked good. The bedroom was still empty when he came in, but the door wasn’t shut all the way and he could hear Marinette on the phone. He felt a little guilty for eavesdropping, but it wasn’t as if he could help it.

“—about that but it’s not like I ditched you on purpose. Well obviously I was wasted, Alya, so I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. No, I’m really fine. I’m kind of embarrassed and I feel really stupid, but...it turned out okay. Hmm? No, he’s really sweet and considerate. He’s, um, buying me breakfast, so…what? No, Alya, I’m not stupid, I know that. He’s just being nice and—okay that is none of your business! ” There was a giggle that followed that, and then her voice dropped too quiet for him to hear, and another giggle, one that made him smile from the sheer joy evident in it. “I guess I got lucky in more ways than one.” She sighed. “Anyway, you don’t have to worry about me. I really am fine. Not even sick, much. I mean I had a headache for a while, but...” She giggled again. “Luka took care of it. Mm-hmm, so good, Alya, oh my God.” Luka grinned to himself as he dug in his closet to find the stack of leftover merch he had crammed into the back corner. “Nuh uh, also none of your business. Anyway, I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere, and I’ll text you when I’m on my way back, okay?”

Stop being a smug bastard , Luka told himself, but it wasn’t working very well. Given the state she had reduced him to, it was gratifying to know she’d enjoyed herself too. Well, he had known that, he’d made sure of it, but it still felt good to hear it from her. Maybe his odds were better than he thought. He found what he was looking for and tried to turn his smirk into something less incriminating before he opened his door and emerged into the living room. From the way Marinette’s face turned red, he failed. “I really gotta go,” she mumbled into the phone, eyes on him. “Bye, Alya.”

“I hope this will do,” Luka said, offering her the cheap mesh tote with his band logo on it. “You can keep it, we use them to bag up merch when people by t-shirts and stuff for the band...I hope it’s…”

“It’s fine,” Marinette smiled, taking the bag. The pieces of her dress were already neatly folded on the couch, and she turned away from him to put them in the bag.

“I’m really sorry about that,” Luka told her, frowning a little. “I’m...not usually like that.”

“It’s okay,” Marinette sighed. “It was kind of flimsy, with just those straps to hold the pieces together. I’m not usually like this…” she gestured with one of the folded pieces, “either. I’m not, you know, sexy like that. I made it because I thought...well, I thought he would like it, and maybe I could wear it for a special occasion at home, but I never meant to wear it out , and then when everything happened, I thought I’d never wear it at all, but then Alya insisted that I had to wear it at least once and…” She shrugged, and slipped the handles of the tote over her arm, smiling up at him. “I’m just as happy to have an excuse not to wear it again.”

“Well, you looked amazing in it,” Luka told her, the corner of his mouth twitching. “But I have to disagree with you about not usually being sexy. My clothes have never looked so hot.”

She tried to hide how much she enjoyed the compliment, but couldn’t quite manage it, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She’d had a breakup, he remembered, and probably wasn’t feeling too good about herself when she walked into that bar last night, dressed to the nines, and started knocking back drinks.

Then her blue eyes flicked up to give him a look through her lashes. “I find that hard to believe,” she murmured, and then blushed.

Oh he was gone. Luka found himself reaching for her, but stopped his hand before it touched her cheek. “Can I kiss you, Marinette?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Now, you’re asking?”

“Yes, I’m asking,” Luka replied, amused. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Marinette’s eyes darted to his mouth, and then back towards the bedroom. “I don’t, um...think I can…”

Luka chuckled. “Thanks for your opinion of my stamina, but frankly, me either. I’d be more than willing if I could, but, right here right now? I just really want to kiss you.”

“Why?” Marinette blurted, and then covered her mouth. Luka blinked, but before he could come up with any kind of answer, Marinette straightened and squared her shoulders. “Look,” she said briskly. “I’m sorry, I just...I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know what...I don’t know what the rules are? The...etiquette, or whatever...I mean I kind of thought once we were done with…” Her eyes shifted towards his bedroom again. “I thought it was just, over? And I would go home? So I’m...I guess I’m confused. About why you’re still...um...breakfast and kissing and all that, it just…why would you still want that, after you—I mean we—aren’t we, you know…” She floundered.

“Okay, hold on,” Luka raised his hands placatingly. “Relax, Marinette. That was kind of a lot to take in.” Luka chuckled, and looked away for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “I’m not gonna say I’ve never done this before, but...listen, I don’t have a playbook. This isn’t...a business transaction, or whatever. I just do what feels good. Dancing with you felt good. Kissing you felt good. Everything we did after felt good. This morning felt really good.” Marinette blushed, a smile tugging at her lips. “I just feel good with you. I don’t see any reason to put a time limit on that, just because we’re, um. Worn out.” They both giggled self-consciously, and Luka reached for Marinette’s hand, cradling it in his. “If you want to go, or you need to be somewhere, or if you’re just tired of kissing me—”

“I don’t,” Marinette said quickly, taking a half step forward. “I’m...not.” Luka smiled.

“Then just do what feels g—”

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him, dropping the bag on the floor. Luka’s hands found her hips automatically, steadying them both from her hasty move, and the kiss softened as they both relaxed into it.

“You’re right,” Marinette breathed, sending a shiver up his spine. “It does feel good.”

Luka kissed her again softly, savoring the soft plumpness of her lower lip between his, and rested his forehead against hers. “I could kiss you all day,” he rumbled, and cleared his throat. “But fainting from hunger probably wouldn’t feel so good, so. We should probably go.”

“Okay,” Marinette said, and then bit the lip he’d just been enjoying. “But maybe we could...keep doing what feels good? For a while? Until I have to go?”

“Hell yeah,” Luka grinned, and grinned wider when she rose up and kissed him again. He picked up her bag and offered it to her, and walked her to the front door and opened it for her, his other hand still entwined with hers.

They made it to the landing when Marinette hesitated at the top of the stairs. Looking over her head, Luka saw one of his nosier neighbors staring up at them, judgment in every line of her body. Marinette was frozen under the stare, red slowly creeping up her face. He could sense the sudden panic in her, and put a hand on her hip.

Luka leaned down by her ear. “You were the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen last night,” he murmured, smiling when Marinette shivered and turned her head slightly to listen to him, jolted out of whatever spiral she’d been in. “You completely blew my mind this morning. You’re a goddess. Own it and walk out of here like one.”

Marinette felt as if Luka’s words sank into her skin, warming her in such a way that she almost forgot what they were talking about. She was busy reliving the way he had arched against her, the praises he had whispered into her skin, the way he had clung to her, moaning as he came apart. She did that to him.

Luka watched as Marinette bit her lip, fighting the smile that was suddenly trying to break out. He brushed his lips against her temple and she looked up at him, still blushing but with a sparkle in her eye that did things to his heart. She reached back and caught his hand, tangling her fingers with his, and marched down the stairs, offering a cheerful smile to the old lady at the bottom. “Good morning,” she said, and Luka grinned shamelessly as they walked out of the door.

When they made it out of the building Luka suddenly pulled back on her hand, and Marinette gasped as he whirled her up against the wall and leaned down. Marinette rose up on her toes to meet him, cupping his face in her hands and they kissed fiercely. Luka braced his hands on the wall and leaned into her.

“Perfect,” he breathed, though even he wasn’t sure whether he meant her performance just now, or her in general.

Marinette’s hands slid from his face to his shoulders as she blushed and looked down, but then she looked back up at him, beaming, and Luka couldn’t help smiling back at her as he cupped her cheek and kissed her lightly one more time. “Breakfast,” he sighed, and pushed off the wall. He held out his hand, and Marinette put hers in it, and they were both grinning as they meandered down the sidewalk.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, and Marinette sighed blissfully.

“I feel...really good,” she answered. “Thank you.” She paused, and scrunched her nose. “Is that weird to say?”

“No,” Luka laughed, and brought their hands to his lips to press a kiss against her fingers. “Thank you too. I had a really good time. I’m glad you did too. I’m glad that...well, with the way things started. It could have all gone really badly, or not at all, and...I’m really glad I could show you a good time.”

Marinette blushed. “It was good. Really, um. Really good.” She sighed. “I promise I know more words than this.”

Luka chuckled. “It’s okay. Here, it’s this one.” He opened the café door, but he didn’t let go of Marinette’s hand, following right behind her into the café. They were directed to a booth, and he tugged at her, urging her to sit next to him instead of across.

Marinette only hesitated a moment. Do what feels good . Luka’s arm felt good against her shoulders as he laid it along the back of the booth, and he leaned down and kissed her without any trace of self-consciousness. Marinette’s fingers curled in his shirt. Kissing him felt really good. She should be embarrassed; she should be pushing him away. Hadn’t she heard over and over how important image is, and here she is making out with her one night stand, wearing his clothes, in a public diner booth.

Do what feels good .

It definitely felt good.

“God that feels good,” Luka sighed as they parted, and Marinette giggled. He kissed the top of her head, and then picked up the menu as a slightly wary waitress approached. Marinette glanced up at him in surprise at the rather domestic gesture, but then quickly away again. Stupid. They’d already had that conversation. It was just an impulse, not something to read into. Marinette looked up at the waitress instead, feeling her cheeks heat.

The waitress didn’t look phased at all. If anything, she looked bored. “Coffee?” she offered in a disinterested tone.

“Um, no, thank you,” Marinette managed to smile. “I’d like some lemon tea with honey, please.”

The waitress nodded, and glanced at Luka. “Usual, Lu?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Luka said, flashing a quick grin before looking at the menu again.

“Come here often?” Marinette teased, and Luka chuckled, then coughed lightly.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s close and I’m lazy, so…” He shrugged.

The waitress returned and set down a little pot of hot water, a cup with a tea bag in it, and a container of honey.

Marinette pulled away from Luka slightly to prepare the tea, but his arm remained behind her on the back of the booth.

“Here,” Marinette said, sliding the tea over to him when it was ready. “This’ll help your throat.”.

Luka blinked, and then smiled. “Thank you,” he said, and Marinette found herself blushing under his suddenly soft gaze.

“No, thank you,” she said, and he laughed as she reached over and stole his coffee cup. She sipped it carefully. It wasn’t quite as sweet as she liked it, but it was good enough. She glanced up at Luka over the rim, and he was still giving her that soft look.

“I should figure out a ride,” Marinette murmured, looking away, and she picked up her phone.

“I can get you a cab if you want,” Luka offered, but Marinette shook her head.

“My roommate’s boyfriend works nights around here, and he should be getting off soon. I’ll see if he can pick me up first.” She smiled at Luka. “If not, we can revisit the offer. Thank you.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, and she kept him close for another, and her next text to Nino wasn’t entirely coherent.

They had to disentangle from each other when their food came, but Marinette remained very aware of Luka’s arm brushing her own, and the soft smiles he gave anytime she glanced at him. She glanced away, tucking back a lock of hair to cover up the fact that she was grinning like a fool. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? she wondered. Was this just like, afterglow or something? Would it fade away once she left?

Luka touched her shoulder and Marinette jumped. He blinked. “Sorry. I was just asking if you got your ride worked out, but I guess you were a bit zoned out.”

“Sorry,” Marinette said quickly, and stuffed her phone back in her purse. “Yeah, Nino’s going to pick me up here in a little bit.” Luka nodded.

He put his arm back around her when they were finished eating, and he ordered another lemon tea instead of the coffee she expected. “You were right,” he smiled. “It did help.”

Marinette mixed it up for him again when it came, and then settled in and leaned against Luka’s side as he sipped it. He smelled nice, and he was warm, and she loved how easy he made everything feel.

Luka watched Marinette’s eyelids begin to droop. He nuzzled her hair and kissed her temple, but she just smiled, her eyes still closed. She was adorable, and Luka sighed before jostling her slightly.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he warned, and Marinette blinked her eyes back open. “I don’t particularly mind, but we can’t stay in this booth all day.”

“Can’t we?” Marinette sighed. “I’m so comfortable. You’ve been...really great Luka. I’m kind of sorry it has to end.”

Luka took a breath, and took the plunge. “Well, about that. I was hoping maybe we could see each other again.”

Marinette blinked uncomprehendingly, and then blushed as she sat up and looked at him. “Y-you mean, like a...a b-b—”

“I mean like a date,” Luka corrected, mouth twitching. She was really too cute. “The kind with talking and dinner and movies or whatever. I’d really like to spend more time with you, Marinette. Talking, and not just...well. I’d be lying if I said I wanted to stop doing everything else, but...I want to get to know you.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “R-really?”

Luka tilted his head slightly. “Why are you surprised?”

“I just don’t—I mean I didn’t think I’d be…” Marinette ducked her head, drawing circles in the ring of condensation forming around the base of her water glass. “You don’t even know me.”

“True.” Luka raised his eyebrows, and shifted his gaze away so he wasn’t looking quite so fully at her. “That’s why I’m asking you out. I don’t know you, but I want to. If you want to call it quits now and go home and never see me again, I’ll accept that, but...it’s definitely not the way I want this to go.”

“I…” Marinette looked down, twining a finger nervously in her hair. “I don’t know, Luka. You’re really sweet and—I really did have a great time with you. It’s just…I don’t want you to get hurt because I’m on the rebound, I…I don’t know if I’m ready for another, um...relationship, right now. I mean...”

Not what he wanted to hear, but...“Okay. That’s fair,” Luka nodded, the fingers of his free hand beginning to tap the table lightly.. “What if we just keep things casual for now? We can go out sometimes, and have some fun together...do what feels good…” he squeezed her hip, and watched her try to keep back the smile that wanted to break out, “get to know each other, and if you want to see other people or whatever, I’m cool with that for now. I’d just really like the chance to spend more time with you. If it doesn’t go anywhere then…” He shrugged, “at least I tried. You’ve put me on notice now, so it’s my choice to take the risk. I think you’re worth it.” His heart was beating so fast, and the tap of his fingers picked up tempo as he watched Marinette consider.

“Why?” Marinette whispered at last, with a sigh that hurt his heart. Her last relationship must really have done a number on her.

Luka cupped her cheek in his hand, coaxing her to look up at him. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just...have a feeling about you. I’ve learned to trust my instincts about people. I can’t explain it logically, I just...know. You’re someone I want to know. I felt it from the moment I saw you, before I’d even had a single drink.”

Marinette pursed her lips, looking up at him. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to live up to that,” she said after a long moment.

Luka let his thumb stroke lightly against her lower lip. “You don’t have to live up to anything. Just be you, and let what happens happen.” He bent and kissed her, slipping a hand behind her neck to get a better angle as he plundered her mouth in a way that was definitely not appropriate for a public place. Luka was pretty far beyond caring at the moment though. That this gorgeous, sweet, vibrant woman, could question that someone might be drawn to her, attracted to her for more than a passing moment...it just wasn’t right.

Marinette relaxed into him with a quiet moan. Her hand slipped under his jacket and pressed into his chest, feeling him up shamelessly, and his own fingers tightened on her hip.

“So,” he breathed, when he finally let her slip reluctantly away. “What do you say?”

Marinette looked up at him, and bit her reddened lip, and then quietly asked, “Are you free this weekend?”

Luka grinned. “Actually, not so much, I’m usually playing gigs on weekends...how about Thursday? That way I don’t have to hurry away.”

Marinette hummed, and pulled out her phone. He watched the fingertip she pressed against her lips as she considered her schedule, and admired her bright eyes when she smiled up at him. “Okay, Thursday works.”

“It’s a date,” Luka smiled so softly that Marinette’s heart fluttered. How did he do that, kiss her like that and then do something so—so sweet .

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, she thought as he got out his own phone to swap numbers with her. What if she fell for him?

But...he sounded like he wanted her to fall for him. Maybe? But what if he fell for her, and she was just using him for sex? Because he’d made her feel so, so good...important and beautiful and wanted and…

It might not even be like that again, she told herself. Maybe I just imagined it because I was lonely and depressed and feeling unwanted...maybe I would be thinking about anyone who gave me some attention that way. Maybe we’ll just...fizzle out and it won’t even be an issue..

Luka curled his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up. “You okay?” he asked softly.

“I…” her voice was shaking, and she took a breath and forced a smile. “Yeah. Just. I’m tired.”

He didn’t believe her. “You’re okay,” he told her, kissing her cheek gently, and then the corner of her mouth. “Whatever’s going on, it’s going to be okay.”

Marinette’s phone beeped, and she picked it up with relief. “He’s almost here.”

She slid out of the booth, and Luka followed. He left some bills on the table and took her hand as they walked out.

“That’s my ride,” Marinette gestured as Nino pulled up at the curb. She turned to face Luka, stepping close. He set his hands on her hips and squeezed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek, but she paused, and then turned and caught his mouth instead. Luka moved easily to meet her in one of those slow, deep kisses that made it seem like he had no other place in the world to be. She stroked his cheeks with her fingertips and kissed him again, and then again as she slid her fingers back up into his hair. “Goodbye, Luka,” she whispered, and he shook his head.

“See you later,” he corrected softly.

As he let go of her she felt something slide along her hip and looked down to see the pink scarf that had been tied around her waist slipping away. She looked up at Luka’s grinning face as he winked at her and draped the gauzy scarf around his neck. He raised the fabric to his face and inhaled. “See you Thursday,” he told her, eyes twinkling, and turned to walk away.

Marinette’s knees felt shaky as she stepped down the curb and opened the car door.

Nino was hunched down in the front seat, both hands pulling his cap over his face. “Geeze, Nette,” he muttered as she fell into the seat and tucked her feet inside. “I really didn’t need to see that.”

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly, but as she flipped down the visor to check herself in the vanity mirror, she saw pink cheeks and sparkling eyes and a broad smile, and knew that she wasn’t convincing. She pressed her fingers to her lips and, for Nino’s sake, fought down the urge to squeal.

Her glow dimmed a bit as she followed Nino up the stairs to the apartment she shared with Alya. She loved her friend, but...she wasn’t looking forward to this conversation. She tugged the collar of Luka’s shirt a little higher on her neck, and tried to remember what Luka had told her. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Well well well,” Alya drawled as Marinette slipped into the apartment after Nino. “Your very first walk of shame.” She smirked. “Marinette, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“What I had in me was a lot of vodka,” Marinette huffed, and came over to the table, accepting the glass of ice water Alya pushed across to her.

Alya waited until Marinette had the drink at her lips to add, “And a hot guy, apparently.”

Marinette choked, just as Alya had intended. “Alya!”

“Don’t tell me he wasn’t, girl,” Alya snickered. “You, my friend, look very well fucked.”

Marinette blushed hard. She was, at that, but Alya didn’t have to put it so...crassly.

Nino groaned. “You know what, just...knock and let me know when you’re done. I don’t want to think about it.” He went down the hall into Alya’s bedroom and shut the door.

“So you said goodbye to Mr. Right For Tonight?” Alya asked, tapping her fingers against her own glass. “You have all your stuff, right?” She frowned. “Are those his clothes? What happened to your dress?”

“I have it with me,” Marinette defended, picking up the bag she’d dropped. “He just...thought I’d be more comfortable in something else.” Not for a million euros would she have told Alya the whole truth about the dress. “And yes, I said goodbye. For now, anyway,” Marinette muttered, and caught Alya’s gaze when she looked up. Something in that look made her squirm. “Actually we have a date later this week,” she admitted.

“A date?” Alya raised her eyebrows. “Marinette, maybe I need to clue you in on a few things about this whole one night stand business. As in, one single night. After which you…” She made a fluttering motion with her hand. “You’re not supposed to get a date.”

Marinette shrugged, and reached over to pluck a croissant from Alya’s plate, just to have something to do with her hands. “Oops.”

Alya’s frown deepened.

“What? It’s no big deal,” Marinette defended, though she wasn’t even sure why she felt the need. “We just...thought we’d like to see each other again.”

Alya looked troubled for a moment, and then grinned. “It was that good, huh?”

“Well—” Marinette squirmed in her seat again. “It was fine, okay? He just...seemed nice.”

“Uh huh.”

“It was your idea anyway!” Marinette pointed out defensively.

“My idea was for you to go out and get buzzed and enjoy being drooled over,” Alya grinned. “You decided to get hammered and then get laid all on your own. I hope you’re satisfied .”

Marinette couldn’t cover the silly smile that wanted to come up at that, but when Alya snickered, Marinette shook herself back to reality and sighed. “It was probably my imagination making things better than they were. I was feeling pretty down last night and I did have a lot to drink. And it has, you know. Been a while.”

“Maybe started seeing through beer goggles?” Alya teased. “Not that I blame you, I thought he was pretty cute when you were dancing, but I’d had a few myself by then too. Not your usual type, but it’s good to branch out.”

Marinette blushed. She didn’t want to tell Alya that while her memories of the evening were hazy, she remembered Luka in the morning very clearly, not only the lines of his body but the broadness of his back beneath her arms as she clung to him, the ripple of the muscles tensing and releasing against her as he moved, the dark intensity of his eyes and the way they fluttered closed when she did something he liked.

She picked up her water glass and took a long gulp. No, she hadn’t needed the liquor to be attracted to him. Not at all.

Still. She wasn’t exactly thinking clearly, even now. “Watch,” Marinette sighed, setting the glass down. “The date’ll be a bust and that’ll be the end of it. We probably won’t have anything to say to each other and we’ll exchange awkward texts for a few days and then we’ll never speak again.”

“Hmm,” Alya raised her eyebrows. “We’ll see. It’s fine if you want to have fun, Marinette, you sure as hell could use some. Just be careful, always use protection, and don’t let him take any nudes.”

Marinette blushed deeply, and bit into her croissant. “Thanks so much for your concern,” she muttered around the mouthful.

***

Marinette knew she was in trouble as soon as she locked eyes with Luka and her stomach started doing somersaults. The slow smile he gave her was so distracting that she barely heard his greeting, or the compliment that followed. She didn’t remember putting her hand in his, it was just there, his fingers rubbing lightly over her knuckles. They hadn’t even made it to the restaurant when Luka tugged her into a shadowed corner and kissed her in that slow, purposeful way he had. His voice surprised her a little, smoother than it had been, without the roughness of hard usage, but, she found, just as seductive. Any resistance Marinette might have had crumbled the second he turned them out of the light and breathed may I ? against her lips.

When they did finally make it to their table, Luka was just as easygoing as he’d been on their first...night, and he meant it when he said he wanted to get to know her. He asked her questions, and seemed interested in what she said, even when she babbled, watching her with a quietly amused smile. He was interesting, too, telling her about his travels for the past year with his band. They had a surprising number of tastes in common. His eyes were fixed on her whenever she spoke, and he was touching her whenever he got the chance, taking her hand or playing with her fingers, brushing her hair back or letting his hand rest on her shoulder. Despite the kisses they shared whenever one of them couldn’t help themselves, his touch didn’t feel like seduction, just tenderness. Marinette felt like the center of his world, and after so long living on the sidelines of someone else’s life, she reveled in it.

They were laughing as he walked her home.

“You did not,” Marinette gasped, one hand over her mouth and the other curled around Luka’s arm.

“We totally did. What can I say, it was a full moon and my best friend is crazy.” Luka shrugged, and grinned while Marinette laughed.

“Wait, so are you a werewolf?” Marinette asked teasingly, as they approached the awning of her building.

“No,” Luka chuckled. “Unless you’re into that. If so, I can see what arrangements I can make for the next full moon.”

“You’d get bitten by a werewolf for me?” Marinette giggled. “How sweet.”

“I’d rather be bitten by you,” Luka teased back, and his hand found her hip, and her arms came up around his neck, and then they were kissing. Heat welled up in her, making her push up against him. Luka made a sound low in his throat and his hands slid to her lower back, pressing her closer. Oh, she wanted him, and by the feel of him he wanted her too, and…

Well. There really wasn’t any point in denying their mutual desire, was there. Marinette pulled away to press her lips along his jaw, and he made that sound again as he tilted his head for her.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” Marinette asked, toying with his collar. “My roommate’s out of town tonight, so we won’t be, um...bothering anybody.”

“I’d love to,” Luka told her, voice deepening. “I’d hate for you to be lonely, all by yourself.”

“Oh, I can entertain myself,” Marinette said daringly, looking up at him through her lashes. “I have an excellent imagination. There’s definitely advantages to having the real you here, though.”

“Play your cards right and I’m sure we can manage the best of both worlds.” Luka bent and kissed the join of her neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to make her shudder. “You can start with telling me how you imagine we get upstairs. Are we making out in the elevator or am I chasing you up the stairs?”

“Elevator,” Marinette sighed, head tilting as he retraced his favorite route up her neck. “I don’t want to wear your legs out just yet.” She paused to consider. “Maybe you could chase me that far, though.”

Luka pressed another long, slow kiss to her mouth. “Then you’d better run,” he told her, grinning playfully. “I won’t be responsible for what happens when I catch you.” They both giggled, and then Marinette broke away, running for the building doors. Luka darted after her, staying just at her heels, sweeping her up in his arms just in time to carry her through the elevator doors. Marinette spared a brief moment to wonder what she was doing, being so bold, and in sight of the entire lobby, too, but Luka grinned at her, and she forgot to care. Marinette leaned over him to press the button for her floor, and then forgot everything but his mouth under hers.

Later, when they said a lingering goodbye at her door, and he asked her if she’d like to go out again, she didn’t even hesitate before agreeing. She’d figure out a way to explain it to Alya later.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐎𝐂)

𝐓𝐰𝐨 - 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

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A/N: Sorry for not uploading another chapter quicker! I went to LFCC on Saturday and now I’ve got covid and I’ve only started feeling up to getting on my laptop today. So I guess you’re getting editing and writing from me that has been done using covid brain, oops

Monday November 7th, 1983

Renee was unsure of how long they’d been trudging around the woods, but she was almost certain they’d been going round in circles for a while. In hindsight, a map and some torches would have been a good idea. They must have been searching for hours at this point and to no avail.

Eddie swung their intertwined hands between them as they walked. “I know you don’t want to, but should we turn back and try again tomorrow? We could plan out which places to look for him in case he’s hiding out somewhere.”

“I just want to find his bike,” she told him. “If we find his bike then we’ll have a better idea of what happened last night and then we can figure out where to go from there.”

“I get that, I just –”

“What?”

They stopped walking and the metalhead took her other hand in his so that he was grasping both of them. She didn’t like the look on his face. He only reserved that look for when he was about to tell her something she wouldn’t want to hear but knew would be correct.

“I don’t want you getting in trouble with Hop. It’s gonna start getting dark soon and that means your dad will be going home and if he finds you’re not there he’ll think something’s happened to you too.”

She was right: she didn’t want to hear that.

“Hey,” he reassured her, “we can search again tomorrow. Chances are if we haven’t found it then your dad either has or will find it instead. We can ask him when we get back to yours and then start planning our next move from there.”

Sighing, the brunette nodded, and they turned to head back, one of Eddie’s bare arms around her waist and hold her tightly against his side.

Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that the two of them had gotten lost. Without a map or a compass, they had no idea where they were or how far they were from the Byers’ house. As the sky rapidly began to darken, it started to rain. The droplets of water pelted down on them as they tried to navigate through the dense forestry. If Castle Byers, Will’s den, had been close by they could have hidden in there for shelter until the storm passed.

Eddie’s loud sneeze grabbed Renee’s focus as she watched him shiver, his teeth chattering. Just as she was, he was drenched through and his t-shirt was plastered to his skin, his hair soaked and sticking to parts of his face. He sneezed again and she grimaced at the string of snot that exploded from his nose.

Faint sounds of shouting reached the brunette’s ears, her head whipping round trying to locate where it was coming from. At first, she thought she might have been hearing things, but then she heard it again. She wasn’t sure who it was, but she was almost certain it was kids.

“Follow the shouting!”

Eddie stuck close by her side as she began to lead him in the direction of the voices. The closer she got, the more she started to recognise them and the more worried she became. She hoped she was wrong, but it soon turned out that she was correct in her assumption when they came across Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, and Dustin Henderson in their raincoats and pushing their bikes through the trees. The three children stared up at her and Eddie as she shot them a glare.

“What the hell are you all doing out here? Are you trying to get yourselves vanished too?”

“W-We just wanted to help look for Will!” Mike replied, having to raise his voice over the sound of the rain.

Eddie shifted next to Renee. “Do your parents know you’re out here?”

The three of them shook their heads.

“We snuck out to try and find him,” Dustin said.

Renee ran a hand down her rain-slicked face. “You guys are gonna be in so much trouble if they find out you’re not at home. You should really go, okay?”

“But –” Mike began to protest, his reply interrupted by a loud rustling beside them.

The group of five turned to find a child with a shaved head in a yellow, over-sized Benny’s Burgers t-shirt. Renee couldn’t tell if they were a boy or a girl, but she could tell they couldn’t be any older than Mike and his friends. Fear and exhaustion were both clear on their face as they stood there in the pouring rain.

“Are you okay?” the brunette asked, but the child just stared back at her.

Sighing, she told Mike to lead them back to his house so that they could at least get the child somewhere dry without any adults asking questions and so she could call Hopper to tell him she was okay.

***

“Do you know how worried I’ve been, Ren? I saw your truck abandoned outside Joyce’s and thought something had happened to you too!”

Renee was grateful that the others were too occupied finding some clean, dry clothes to offer the child they’d encountered.

“Not to mention I got a call telling me you skipped out of your last class this afternoon. Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? What am I supposed to think when you just disappear like that?”

“Dad, I’m fine, really. The pickup broke down outside Joyce’s and I got lost in the woods trying to find a shortcut to Mike’s. I’ll take it to a mechanic tomorrow before school and get Eddie to pick me up.” The brunette could practically hear her dad’s temper starting to boil over as soon as she finished talking.

“And what makes you think I’ll be letting you go anywhere with that… that –”

“Please stop! He’s just a friend, dad. Nothing’s gonna happen to me if I’m with him. It’s just for tomorrow while I get my car checked out, I promise.”

Her dad’s sigh was heavy on the other end of the phone. “Fine, but just for tomorrow. I won’t be around much this week so I’m trusting you to keep to your word and go straight home after school. Have I made myself clear?”

Renee exhaled, relieved. “Yes, dad. Thank you.”

“Alright then.” The sound of keys jingled in the background. “I’m about to head back out with a search party so I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you, Ren.”

“Love you too dad.”

She hung up the phone and returned to wear the children and Eddie were sat, the kid from the woods sat under a table with some blankets and a pillow. The basement wasn’t an ideal place to keep someone hidden, but Renee’s house was out of the question and Wayne would immediately call CPS if a random child appeared in his trailer.

“Okay,” she started, “first off, we need to know your name. Can you tell us who you are?”

The child, who turned out to be a young girl, was quiet for a moment before she turned over her left wrist and pointed to the number.

“Eleven? Is that what you’re called?”

She nodded.

Mike moved a little closer to the child – Eleven. “Maybe we could call you El for short.”

The girl was quiet for a moment then pointed to herself. “El.”

Renee smiled and turned her attention to Eddie while the children talked amongst themselves. His clothes were still soaked through and clinging to him, but his hair was dryer than it was before. His nose and cheeks were flushed red, and he was still shivering slightly.

“I’m guessing your old man wasn’t happy with you,” he said, his voice nasally from a bunged up nose. “Is he keeping you under lock and key until everything’s over?”

“Nah, he’s actually okay with the idea of you driving me to school tomorrow as long as it’s a one off,” she told him, folding her arms.

“Ah, so is tomorrow our last hurrah? Will I never see you again? Is this our final night together?”

His jokes and theatrics made her laugh. “He’s gonna be out a lot this week looking for Will, so that means we’ll have plenty of time to look for him ourselves without him breathing down our necks.”

Eddie grinned before letting out a loud sneeze, his head jerking forward as he did so. He fluttered his eyelids when he lifted his head back up, sniffling but still beaming in a daze.

“Come on, Munson.” The brunette started moving towards the door. “You should go home and get yourself warm before you get sick.”

He sneezed again and giggled.

Tuesday November 8th, 1983

Renee left early and made her way down to the Byers’ house to collect her pickup. She was grateful for the fact that both Joyce and Jonathan were out looking for Will again so that she could avoid an awkward encounter with either of them.

Crocodile Rock began to play after she turned the key in the ignition, making her smile. Turning the volume up, she reversed out of the Byers’ driveway and began the drive to the mechanic downtown. Even though she didn’t actually need the truck servicing, she felt it would probably be more convincing if she took it in for a routine check in case her dad drove by.

Once her pickup truck was taken in by the mechanic, Renee waited outside for Eddie’s van to arrive. She felt bad for making him pick her up and look for Will with her, but she couldn’t do it on her own. Not just because she was concerned for her own safety (although that was certainly part of it), but because she knew that if she looked on her own it would be too easy for her to breakdown and be distracted by her emotions. Something had happened to Will, and I wasn’t something good. If someone had taken Will and hurt him, did that mean that more people would go missing? She needed to find him, make sure he was okay, and make whoever had taken him and hurt him pay for it.

The honking of a horn alerted the brunette to Eddie’s arrival. He pulled up beside her and wound down the window, his arm hanging out as he tapped the metal of the van’s door.

“Morning, sweetheart. Ready to roll?”

Renee rolled her eyes and jogged round to jump into the passenger side of the vehicle. “Better not be late or my dad will kill me. I won’t be allowed out of the house for a whole month and then where would that leave you?”

The metalhead pulled his arm back to place his hand on the steering wheel. “That would leave me all alone with my stash of weed and nobody to share it with. Sounds perfect to me.”

She shook her head as she turned on the stereo. Dio’s Rainbow in the Dark blared from the speaker, almost covering the screech of tires as Eddie pulled away from the mechanic’s. He opened his mouth to speak but ended up sneezing instead. His face was still flushed from getting caught in the rain the previous night, his arms and torso covered by a thick, oversized black hoodie and a knitted hat on top of his head of curls. He looked adorable like that Renee noted. She never really saw him when he was sick because it rarely ever happened. Ever since she’d known him, his immune system worked much better than everyone else’s. Seeing him actually suffering from a cold made him seem more human.

Walking up to the school doors, Renee and Eddie discussed their current plan. They would both attend their lessons for the morning and then, at lunchtime, Eddie would ask for the nurse to send him home early due to his cold ‘getting worse’. Renee would then say that she would drive him home as he would be ‘too sick’ to drive himself home and his uncle would be unavailable. Then, they’d go out to all of the spots they could think of to look for clues about Will. It was the perfect plan as long as Eddie could convince the nurse that he needed to be taken home.

The moment Renee entered the school building, her attention was immediately drawn to the school notice board where someone was pinning up a poster as Nancy Wheeler walked away to join her group of friends over by the lockers. She hadn’t been expecting to see him, nor had she wanted to, but now she had she felt a sickening pang of guilt.

Jonathan Byers.

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kookie-doughs · 4 years ago

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BETA TESTER

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-Y/N L/N is a popular mangaka.

CHAPTER 11: VISIT

Tonight is the night of the party. It's currently really early in the morning and Kenma had just woken up as his alarm rung.

Why would he have an alarm? Kuroo.

As he lazily stood up from his bed making his way to the bathroom, impatient series of knocks and doorbell rings could be heard echoing through out the house.

Kenma, who was just in the other room from the door growled at the noise, with a frown he went over to the door.

"Could you shut the fuck up?" He hissed.

Looking through the peep hole, he was greeted by darkness.

"Get your nasty hand away from the hole and I'll open the door."

He was ignored and the noise continued as previously, if not louder than before.

"Fucking-" Swinging the door open and ready to scold whoever was knocking and ringing the bell at... 7 in the morning give or take.

"Wow, nice robe. Real sexy." The H/C haired girl smirked.

Being the nice person Kenma is, he slammed the door at the girl's face and walked to the bathroom.

Unfortunately for him, he hadn't locked the door and the girl didn't mind getting arrested.

After his hygiene routine, he flinched seeing the girl on his couch laying out clothes.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Ooh! Hey baby, which one do you think is better for the party?" Taking the clothes she pressed them one at the time. "Which one is better?"

"Neither you look horrible. Get out."

"But Kenmaaaa! I'm already here... Can't you like... take me to the party tonight?"

"No. Now get out."

"But-"

"Why would I have to take you there."

"You're the only friend available to take me to the party! I went here so we could attend together and after the party you could drop me home or if you want to go home I'll be ready either way."

"One, we are not friends. Two, I don't want to attend with you. Three, if you hypothetically attend with me I will leave you there and not take you home. Now if you have the audacity to trespass my home, you'll have the audacity to sit on Sakusa's lap in front of his boyfriend. Go there."

"Well, you made the mistake of being part of my life so you've got no choice. Anyways, which one are you wearing?" The girl hopped from the couch to check his closet in his room. "If you wear this it'll match with mine!"

"Gee thanks, I'll throw that away. Get the fuck out."

"This one is really pretty. You'll look like a bigshot."

He sighed and snatched the clothes in her hands, pulled her away from his closet. Taking her by the wrist ready to drag her out.

"Kenma!!"

"Y/N?" A voice from behind them called. It was Akaashi

"It was Y/N?!" A head popped up from behind Akaashi, Bokuto's

"What is she doing here?" Kuroo ran in the room. "Oop. So the clothes sprawled on the living room... okay."

"Fucking- I'm never telling my address to anyone anymore. For fuck sake." Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "Why the fuck is everyone here?"

"Actually Tsukki isn't here since he's with Yamaguchi!" Bokuto reminded.

"Yeah, the only tolerable person aside from Akaashi."

"Keiji!!! Koutaro!!!" The girl hopped tackled them and almost made them fall. "What are you guys doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Akaashi raised a brow.

"We were here to remind him of the party since we won't be attending with Kenma. Kuroo said he has the worst taste and might just wear whatever doesn't smell bad." Bokut cleared up.

"Bro, stop snitching!" Kuroo growled.

"Can you all just get out of my house."

"Keiji! Which one do you think I should wear?" You ran out of Kenma's bedroom to take your clothes on the couch. "If I wear this one it'll match Kenma! If I wear this one it's really pretty."

"You won't match me because I'm burning those clothes if you don't get out."

"That's one way to make me attend nude."

"Just- get out everyone! I'm not stupid enough to wear used clothes. And I will not attend with you."

Akaashi looked over to a really annoyed Kenma. "Koutaro, we go. We have to visit the team or Sakusa might kill the two. Kuroo, are you coming?"

"I go where bro goes! See ya at the party Puddin~"

"I'll see you two at the party."

"Take her with you please." But it was too late, they already closed the door behind them.

"So~ What are you wearing?" She sang peering at Kenma's shoulder.

"I don't like violence against women... but you're tempting me so much."

"Do you really not want to match with me? I guess the other one looks nice on you as well." Making her way to Kenma's closet once again she scanned it's contents. "Oh who am I kidding you'll look pretty in anything." She pouted.

"Fuck this." The boy had finally given up and buried himself on his bed.

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kookiesjoonies · 5 years ago

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all in | chapter sixteen.

all in | chapter sixteen: spring break.

A/N: sorry for taking an extra day to upload, i just really wanted to get this chapter right! enjoy. xo also i skimmed this while editing so i may have missed a few grammatical things, oops. pls let me know if you spot anything major!

main pairing: rapper!namjoon x university student/bartender!reader

side ships: jikook, actor!seokjin x university student/bartender!oc, yoonseok,

word count: 7.7k

warnings: fluff, language, smut, groping, dry humping, hand job, nipple play, multiple orgasms, squirting, praise kink, dirty talk, there’s like one spank, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this pls), creampie

— SERIES SUMMARY

you aren’t usually one to give out your number to strangers (let alone customers), but after you start talking to Namjoon and getting to know him, you decide that there’s no way you’re going to let him leave without it. however, he fails to mention that he’s one of the most popular rappers in South Korea. and it just so happens that one of your best friends ends up with an extra ticket to one of his shows.

The drive to the beach was peaceful, relaxing. You sat in the back with Jungkook and Jimin, Jin driving, and Dani beside of him in the passenger’s seat. Jungkook had fallen asleep on Jimin’s shoulder, and Jimin followed suit, leaning his cheek onto the top of his boyfriend’s head and allowing sleep to capture him as well. Dani and Jin had their fingers intertwined on the console in between them, talking and laughing among themselves.

You were happy for your friends, of course. But you couldn’t help the sadness that started to creep its way in at the fact that Namjoon wasn’t going to be there with you. You knew that your friends would never leave you out, and they’d go out of their way to make sure that you felt included, but still, it pained you that he wasn’t there.

You pulled out your phone to check and see if you’d ever received any texts back from him, and you let out of huff as you saw that the only new notifications you had were from Twitter, and not from Joon. He was busy, you assumed. Probably rehearsing, eating lunch, maybe sleeping.

You decided to text him for the third time in a row since you and your friends had embarked on the five hour drive to the beach, simply telling him that you missed him. You always worried that you’d come off at clingy or needy when you texted him multiple times, and after you’d expressed such worries to Namjoon, he was quick to shut them down. He told you that he adored when you did things like that. So now, it was just habit. It was comfortable.

You made sure that your sound was on before stuffing your phone into your pocket, just in case Namjoon was able to find time to respond to your texts. You only had a few hours left in the car before you’d be at the beach house you and your friends had rented, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to try and sleep. You crossed your arms over your chest and slid down in your seat the tiniest bit to make yourself feel more comfortable before you leaned your body over, resting your head on Jungkook’s shoulder and allowing your eyelids to droop down.

The beach house wasn’t extravagant by any means. It was definitely older. Specks of paint were missing from the siding, the stairs up to the front door were creaky, and the once white tile flooring on the inside was stained a light shade of yellow from all of the heavy traffic. The wallpaper inside was out of date by at least forty years, you figured. And the sliding doors that led out to the balcony squeaked every time they were opened. But despite all of that, you were absolutely ecstatic that you were able to find a decent property right on the beach. The place only had to make do for a week anyway.

You all took turns deciding on bedrooms. Luckily there wasn’t much difference between the three of them. One of the rooms was a bit more cramped than the other two, and it had a normal full sized bed instead of a queen.

“I’ll take this one,” You stated, walking into the empty room and placing your suitcase down beside of the dresser, “I’ll be sleeping alone, anyway.”

You tried to sound nonchalant about it, you really did. But your friends saw right through you.

Jimin made his way over to you, letting his slender arm rest across your shoulders, “You can sleep with Kook and I, we won’t mind.”

“Uhm,” you turned your head to face him, cocking a brow, “I would mind. I don’t need a front row seat to what I know is bound to happen in that room. It’s bad enough I’ll probably end up hearing it anyway.”

Jimin just grinned, and you heard Jungkook chuckle somewhere off to the side.

“Well,” Jungkook started, the corner of his lips tugging and forming into a sly smirk, “Jimin, should we go and test her theory?”

“Absofuckinglutely.” He was quick to remove his arm from behind your head, walking over to his boyfriend and pulling him into the room that the two of them had claimed and slamming the door shut behind them. The one right beside of yours, because of course it was.

You shuddered and tried to shake the explicit images of what was about to happen in that room out of your head.

“We’re going down to the beach, do you want to come with us?” Dani asked as she walked out of the room she and Jin had taken over with him by her side, both of them already changed into their swimwear.

You took a second to think about it before shaking your head in response, “No, I think I’m actually going to just sit out on the balcony and read. I’ll join you guys in a bit.”

Dani frowned at you, and she knew exactly why you didn’t want to go down with them.

She sighed, “Yn, I know you’re sad that he isn’t here. But don’t let that stop you from enjoying your vacation, you know he’d be mad at you if you did.”

She was right. You knew she was right. Still, you couldn’t shake the disappointed feeling in the pit of your stomach. You’d feel better once you talked to Joon, or at least, you hoped that you would.

“I know, I know. You’re right, as always.”

“Obviously.” Dani boasted, and you just rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“Come on, babe. I want to work on my tan before the sun sets.” Jin whined, pulling his girlfriend toward the front door by her hand.

Dani called out to you in the midst of being whisked away, “I ordered a pizza for dinner, Yn. It should be here any minute, listen for the knock on the door, okay?”

“Gotcha!” You responded, unsure whether or not she’d heard you before Jin was pushing the front door shut behind them.

After they were gone, you pulled out your phone to check it again. Still nothing. No new messages, no missed calls. You let out a long, frustrated sigh. You knew this was part of it. You knew he wasn’t going to be able to be at your beck and call twenty four seven, but right now, you wished that he could be. No matter how selfish that was.

You decided it would be best to do what you’d told Dani you planned to do, so you hurriedly retrieved the book that you’d packed from your suitcase. You slid the creaky side doors open after making your way back into the living room, stepping out and onto the balcony. You breathed in the salty sea air, taking a moment to lean against the railing to admire the sea. The views from where you were stood were absolutely breathtaking.

There was a light breeze blowing and you could feel it traveling through your hair, see it flow through the leaves on the palm trees below you. You were immediately taken over by a sense of calm, a sense of absolute relaxation. You were determined to make the most of this spring break vacation. So, you bent your legs to take a seat on the patio chair behind you and opened up your book to chapter one.

You’d barely gotten through the first five pages before there was a knock on the front door. You let out a groan, not wanting to move from your current state of unwinding on the balcony. You waited a moment, hoping and praying that Jimin or Jungkook would do you a solid and open the door. But when you heard a set of knuckles tap against the wood again, you determined you were going to have no such luck.

You folded down the corner of the page you were reading to mark your place before shutting the book closed and setting it down on the glass end table beside of where you were sitting.

“Coming!” You called out, hoping that the delivery person would hear you.

You made your way back inside, spotting Jimin’s wallet on the counter. Your eyes perked up, and you giggled mischievously to yourself. This is what he gets for being too fucking horny to open the door. You pulled out a bill and placed your hand on the doorknob, twisting it to open the door. Pizza did sound delicious, actually. Your stomach began growling at the thought of it. You guessed you were hungrier than you’d originally thought.

When you pulled the door open, though, there was no delivery person. There was no pizza. Instead, there was Namjoon. With a suitcase in one hand, and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. Not yet, at least. Your jaw dropped open and you just stared at him, and he let out a low chuckle at your actions. He grinned down at you, his adorable dimples on full display. And you were sure there was no way he was real. You were dreaming, and that was the only explanation.

“Babe, you in there?” He teased, waving his hand from side to side in front of his face.

You suddenly snapped out of your state of shock and your eyes were immediately glossed as tears began to form. Before you could even think, you were jumping up from the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist. Namjoon was quick to catch you, dropping his suitcase and the flowers. His hands cupped your bottom to keep you pressed against him and to keep you from falling back down to the ground.

You carefully pressed your palms to either side of his face, slowly dragging both of your thumbs along the tops of his cheekbones.

“You’re here.” You whispered, and he offered you a slight nod of his head in response.

“I’m here, baby.”

You pressed your lips against his so hard that your teeth momentarily collided with his, but neither of you seemed to mind. Your hands fell to his neck, fingers toying with the ends of his perfect blonde hair at the nape of his neck. He pushed his tongue past your lips with ease, and you eagerly opened up your mouth for him. His tongue moved hungrily around yours, twisting and curling around yours in a way that was maddening, that made you feel like you were floating.

You pulled his lower lip in between your teeth, and he let out a ragged growl. And you were sure you’d never heard anything sexier in your entire life. The sound alone had you vibrating a moan against his lips, and he gave your ass a tight squeeze in return. You moaned again, this time into his mouth. And he swallowed the sound, pulling back to drag his lips messily up your jawline.

“Hey, didn’t Dani say she ordered pizza—“ you barely even heard Jimin speak, hadn’t even fully registered his voice until he screamed, “Holy shit! My eyes! Get a room!”

He retreated back to his shared sanctuary with Jungkook, palms pressed tightly against his eyes as he hurried his way out of the living room and away from you and Namjoon.

He chuckled against your jaw, pressing one final kiss against your skin before he was pulling back. His forehead leaned to rest against yours, both of your eyes still closed. Both of your chests were rising and falling rapidly as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

“He’s such a cock block.” You panted out, and Namjoon couldn’t hold back his loud laughter.

He gave your lips another kiss. A sweet, loving peck that only left you wanting more.

“If I put you down now, are you going to be able to stand?” He was smirking, and you had half a mind to kiss that smirk right off his face.

Instead, you just offered him a dramatic, sarcastic sigh, “Put me down, if you must.”

He gave your ass cheek one last squeeze, this one much tougher than the last and it caused you to let out a surprised yelp. He only chuckled at you again, slowly setting your feet back down onto the floor.

“Here,” he started, bending over to pick up the flowers that he’d previously been forced to discard, “these are for you.”

You tilted your head so that your eyes could lock onto his, offering him an appreciative smile as he handed the flowers off to you.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You said, bringing the flowers up to your nostrils and inhaling their sweet scent.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” He returned your smile with a grin of his own, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline.

Once Namjoon had settled his suitcase beside of yours in the bedroom, the two of you made your way out and onto the balcony. The sun was starting to set now. The sky was dim with shades of pink and orange, the colors reflecting beautifully on the calm ocean below.

You were sitting on Namjoon’s lap, leaned back against his chest as the two of you looked out and over the water. His arms were wrapped loosely around your stomach, your own arms resting over his as your palms laid flat over his large hands.

“So, were you surprised?” He asked, his lips finding their way to the side of your neck to press a feather light kiss against your skin.

You nodded, leaning back and resting your head on top of his shoulder, “I really was, I had no clue you were coming. How did you pull this off, by the way?”

His fingertips had began to lightly trace over your stomach in circular motions, sending goosebumps traveling down your arms.

“Dani helped me. I messaged her on Instagram and told her I had the first three days of your spring break off, so I wanted to show up here and surprise you.”

“I’m going to hit her, like, actually hit her.” You joked, and Namjoon snorted out a laugh.

He sighed, “I know three days isn’t much—“

You cut him off before he could even finish his thought, “Three days is better than none. I’m so happy you’re here.”

He nodded his head once in agreement, pulling one of your hands up and to his mouth, pecking his lips against the back of your hand.

“When you leave, where are you going?” You wondered, beginning to rub your thumb along the back of his hand.

He hummed at the comforting feeling as he replied to your question, “Tokyo.”

“You’re so lucky,” you sighed, “I’ve never left Korea.”

“Where would you go, if you could?”

“Paris,” you didn’t hesitate, “I’ve always wanted to go. See the Eiffel Tower in person. I can only imagine how beautiful it is.”

“It is,” he assured you, “I’ve been a few times. Twice, I think? It’s hard to keep track, really.”

“Where’s your favorite place that you’ve traveled to?”

He poked his cheek with his tongue, pondering your question for a moment before finally giving you a reply, “Italy, if I had to choose just one place.”

“I’d love to see pictures of all the places you’ve been, I’m sure you’ve taken a thousand.” You teased, shifting a bit on his lap so that you could face him and lift your arms to link around his neck.

“I’ll do you one better,” he said, “We go on a trip after you graduate from school in a few months. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, to as many places as you want.”

You were quick to protest, shaking your head, “Namjoon, I can’t let you do that. That’s too much, and too much money. I don’t want you to think I’m using you for your fame or money or—“

He stopped your rambling with a quick kiss to your lips, “Yn, I know you aren’t using me. If I thought you were, I wouldn’t have offered. Please, let me do this for you. I want to.”

You chewed on your lower lip, weighing the pros and cons before finally emitting a sigh and flashing him a smile, “Okay. If you insist.”

He grinned, rapidly pressing messy kisses all over your face and causing you to erupt with laughter.

“So,” he finally said, “Paris, and then where?”

“Surprise me.”

Once the air began to feel chilly, you and Namjoon made your way inside. Your friends were all gathered in the living room, spread out in front of the television and eating dinner that they’d ordered.

Dani spoke up when she saw the two of you enter the room, “Dinner’s on the counter. We didn’t want to disturb you two out there.”

She winked at you, and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at her teasing, “Thanks for that, Dan. And thank you for not telling me he was coming, rude.”

You glared at her as you made your way over to the kitchen counter, pilfering through the boxes of take out and grabbing a few things for you and Namjoon to share.

“Hey! Blame Namjoon, he told me not to.”

Namjoon rose his hands up, “I wanted to surprise her!”

You cracked a low laugh at them, shaking your head and walking toward the hallway where the bedrooms were. You stopped at the archway, turning toward Namjoon, “You coming?”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He mumbled goodbyes to your friend group as he took a few strides in your direction, the two of you walking toward the bedroom that you’d laid claim over.

“They’re gonna do it, huh?” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin grimaced, “Shut up, Kook. Our room is right next to theirs.”

“Guess we’ll just have to drown them out.” Jungkook smirked, causing Jin to choke on the food he was shoveling into his mouth.

He groaned, looking over at Dani with his lips pushed out and into a pout, “Is it too late for us to get our own beach house?”

You and Namjoon were eating dinner on your bed. You sat beside of him with your legs crossed and he was sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard. You shared the containers of food evenly, feeding each other bites here and there. You shared a drink as well, and you were happily surprised at how comfortable this was. It felt domestic, and like the two of you had been together for years already. Even though, you still weren’t even official.

Namjoon was rambling about his favorite art exhibits that he’d been able to see on tour, and you listened intently. You admired the way he spoke faster the more excited he got about something, the way he spoke with his hands and the sparkle in his eyes whenever a specific topic seemed to get him exceptionally riled up. You decided that you could listen to him talk for hours and never get bored.

“I’m sorry,” he nervously laughed, “I keep rambling.”

You shook your head, quick to dismiss his apology, “Joon, I could listen to you talk for days on end. I love the sound of your voice.”

His cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink, and you smiled at the sight.

“Guess it’s a good thing that the feeling is mutual, then.” He said, and this time it was your turn to blush.

The containers you’d been eating out of were empty now, and you began to pile them up on the nightstand beside of you, deciding they could wait awhile before you actually left the room to throw them away properly. You didn’t want to leave him, even if it was just to walk down the hallway to the kitchen. You’d been away from him for too long already, and in just a few days he’d be packing up to leave again. You frowned, head tilting down with your eyes fixated on your lap. You twiddled your thumbs, and Namjoon’s facial expression twisted into one of worry.

“Hey,” he said, using his fingertips to lift your chin up, “look at me. What’s on your mind?”

He turned your head to face him, and you risked a glance upward at him, “Nothing, I just—“ you sighed, “I keep thinking about how you’ll be leaving again soon. I just miss you.”

He leaned down to lightly peck his lips against yours, allowing your lips to stay still against one another for a moment before he pulled back.

“I miss you, so much. Just a few more months, and then I’m home for six months. I’ll be all yours.”

That perked you up instantly, causing your frown to morph into a smile.

“There she is.” He said, running his thumb along your chin.

You kissed him then, allowing your hands to make their way up and rest on the sides of his face. His hands found their way to your hips, gripping onto them ever so lightly.

He grazed his tongue across your lower lip, and you opened up for him without giving it a second thought. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, twisting and gliding against yours with fervor. He was savoring the taste of you, and you happily let him. He pulled your lower lip in between his teeth and lightly bit down. You moaned against his lips and his grip on your hips tightened, fingertips digging into the fabric of your T-shirt as he lifted you up to set you on his lap.

You shrieked as he lifted you up, causing the two of you to lightly laugh against each other’s mouths. You straddled him, legs on either side of him. And when you felt the hardening bulge in his pants against your thigh, you moaned again, a long and drawn out sound. You wanted him, and you figured it was safe to assume that he wanted you just the same. So, to test your theory, you ground your hips downward. Slowly, teasingly.

Namjoon sucked in a breath at the feeling, hissing through his teeth and removing his mouth from yours, dragging his tongue along your jaw.

He pushed his hips up in an attempt to create more friction, his erection hitting your clothed clit beautifully. You whined, jaw dropping at the sensation that was now shooting electric bolts throughout your body and had you shamelessly grinding your hips at a quickening pace.

You let out a sigh as he moved his lips to your neck. He sucked on the skin just below your earlobe, eliciting a soft groan from your mouth.

“Fuck,” he sighed, swirling his tongue around the purple bruise that was beginning to take form, “the sounds you’re making are fucking incredible, baby.”

His encouraging words had you moving your hips at an even quicker pace. You seemed to hit your throbbing clit perfectly every time, causing a string of whimpers to make their way up your throat.

“Joon, I—“ his hands found their way down from your hips and onto your ass as he kept you steady, guiding your movements, “I want you, please.”

He stopped the assault on your neck and pulled back to look at you.

“You sure?” he was breathless as he spoke and his eyes had gone completely dark, “Yn, we don’t have to—“

The sudden feeling of your palm being pressed against his cock over his jeans cut him off. He groaned as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth as you gave him a gentle squeeze, using your thumb to stroke along his length.

He bucked his hips up and into your hand as you began to trail hot, sloppy kisses down his neck. You pushed your tongue out and licked along his Adam’s Apple before sucking on the skin there, causing Namjoon to let out the loudest, most beautiful moan.

“Still need convincing that I’m sure?” You mumbled against his neck, nibbling your way up to his jawline.

He was quick to shake his head, “No, but if you keep this up I’m going to blow it in my pants.”

Your lips were pressed against his jaw as you giggled at his words, “As fun as that sounds, I’d much rather you blow it inside of me.”

You felt his cock twitch against your hand at the sound of your words, Namjoon letting out a shaky breath. He was quick to change your position, flipping you over and hovering above you. Your hands flew to rest above your head and he pinned your wrists down to the pillow, nibbling on your earlobe as his free hand found its way underneath your shirt.

You hissed at the feeling of his cold fingertips suddenly coming in contact with the skin of your stomach. He traced a circle around your belly button before slowly ascending his hand up and over your naked breast. You were silently thanking God that you’d decided to go bra-less.

Your hips were pushing off of the bed and into his, trying to create some sort of friction to ease the ache in your core. He reacted, allowing his hips to grind down against yours. You mewled at the feeling, causing him to growl right in your ear. The sound went straight to your already soaked pussy, and you were sure there was a wet spot taking form on your shorts.

He cupped one of your tits with his hand, giving it a firm squeeze before rubbing his thumb along your nipple in circular motions. You bit down on your bottom lip, arching your back up and into his hand.

He took your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger to give it a pinch and you shrieked at the feeling, squirming underneath his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive.” He was peppering kisses against your neck now, tongue poking it’s way out to lick and suck on your skin. He was determined to create bruises all up and down your throat, making sure that anyone who saw you would know that you belonged to him and him alone.

“If you’re this sensitive from me touching you up here, I wonder how sensitive you’ll be when I touch you...” he paused, slipping his hand from your breast and down to the waistband of your shorts, pulling it to give it a snap against your skin, “down here.”

You whined at the thought alone, nodding your head quickly, enthusiastically, “Please, oh god, please, Joon.”

“Whatever you want, baby.” He pushed the hem of your shirt up, and you quickly caught on. He released your hands and you lifted your arms, allowing him to free you of your top before he discarded it across the room.

He was practically salivating at the sight of you topless in front of him. Your breasts were perfectly perky and round, nipples poked out and begging to be sucked on. His mouth found its way onto your left nipple, tongue flicking quickly against the stiff bud. A high pitched moan made its way through your lips and your hands found their way into his thick blonde hair.

“Joon,” you sighed, your head falling back as be sucked your nipple into his mouth, effectively bruising it, you were sure.

He pressed a large hand against your stomach, pushing you back down to lie underneath him. He was fast in removing his own shirt, throwing it to join yours on the floor. You were staring at him, eyes raking in his bare chest and stomach. You bit your lip, allowing your hands to roam from his pecks down to his toned stomach. You ran your fingers along the thin line of hair at the lower part of his abdomen, all too eager to find out just exactly what he was packing underneath those jeans.

He didn’t give you too much time to think about it though, because his lips had found their way onto the top of your stomach and were quickly trailing down. His mouth moved downwards sloppily, licking and sucking his way to where you craved him most.

“Holy fuck, babe—“ his jaw dropped at the patch of wetness on your cloth shorts, “I’ve made you this wet already? I’ve barely done anything...”

He was amazed, absolutely fucking fascinated. He pressed his middle and index fingers against the wet spot with no warning, causing you to let out a choked moan.

“Shit, I’ve got to taste you.” He felt like he was high, listening to your moans and seeing you all worked up, just for him.

You were begging him to do so, a string of desperate pleas leaving your mouth. He pulled your shorts down your legs and you kicked them off, your panties quickly following behind them. You were completely naked in front of him now, but you didn’t feel the least bit shy. How could you? When he was staring at your pussy and licking his lips, offering you praises of how fucking beautiful you were. And how fucking gorgeous you looked like this, soaked and begging to be cleaned up.

And he was more than ready to do so. You allowed him to spread your legs, and he groaned at how your arousal glistened against your skin. You expected him to take his time, to tease you and drive you absolutely mad, but much to your surprise he just dove right in. Nose pressed tightly against your core as he dragged his tongue along your sticky folds. You let out a silent scream at the feeling, your hand falling down to tangle in his hair. He pushed his tongue through and landed on your swollen clit, your hips pushing up and off of the bed against your will, trying to get closer to him and away from him all at the same time.

He pressed a hand against your hip to flatten you back down on the bed and you whined as he began lapping at the bundle of nerves, slowly at first and speeding up all at once.

“God, Joon! Fuck—“ you released a string of loud whimpers at the feeling, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He pulled your clit into his mouth and began to suck, all the while pushing his index finger into your tight heat. You cried out at the feeling, eyes screwing shut as you roughly bit down on your lip.

He began pumping his finger in and out of you quickly, his tongue moving in circles on your sensitive nub in tune with the pace of his finger. He added his middle one, pumping and curling against that holy spot deep inside of you.

“Oh! Joon, right there, please please!” Your hand gripped the cotton sheets around you in a poor attempt to keep yourself grounded, as he continued to curl his fingers and pound them against the same spot over and over again.

You were moaning so loudly you were sure the neighbors could hear you, and your friends could definitely hear you, but you couldn’t have given less of a fuck.

One strong press of his fingers and the lethal pace of his tongue against your clit had your walls clenching around his digits. Your orgasm washing over you and pulling your body up and off of the mattress as you squirmed underneath Namjoon’s hold on you. All you could see were the black spots swirling around above you, electricity shooting from your head and down to your toes, causing them to curl. You were pulling on his hair with such a force that it made his scalp sting.

He’d pulled his face away from you to admire the way that you lost yourself in your orgasm, his fingers continuing to fuck you through it as you completely covered his hand in your release. He was drooling at the sight.

When you finally came down, you did so with shaky breaths. You had to blink rapidly to get your vision to come back clearly, tilting your head down to look at Namjoon once it had. He looked so fucking good like this, face covered in your juices. He was staring at your pussy in awe, tongue sticking out to wet his lips.

“You’re staring.” You breathed out, your voice cracking from the dryness in your throat.

“Yeah, I am. That was beautiful, holy fucking shit.” He praised, finally removing his fingers from inside of you and you winced at the emptiness.

His words made your cheeks flush, “You’ve never seen a girl have an orgasm before?” You teased him, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“Of course I have. But I’ve never made a girl squirt before.”

And with that, your jaw dropped, “I— what?!”

“Mhm.” He smirked, eyes flicking down to the dampened sheets.

You propped yourself up on your elbows so that you could look, your jaw dropping further as you saw that he was right. The sheets were a mess, and so was his hand and your thighs.

“I didn’t—, I mean, I’ve never—,” you stumbled over your words, taking a small breath in to gather your thoughts, “nobody’s ever made me do that before. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that, especially not from going down on me.”

The smirk on his face only doubled in size as he listened to you speak, “I’m glad I’m the only one that has. And I plan to be the last one that does.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, excitement coursing through your veins and going straight between your legs. He stood up momentarily to push his jeans down, kicking them out of the way. You admired the way his cock looked underneath his underwear, moaning at the sight. He peeled his briefs off and they joined his jeans on the floor.

You gasped at the sight before you, gaze locked onto the sinfully beautiful cock that was standing up and leaking precum. You figured he would be big, but this way exceeded your expectations. He was so thick, and so long. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to wrap your hand around it fully if you tried, and you were sure you’d choke on it the second it entered into your mouth. Those thoughts alone made your clit throb, you could only imagine the stretch your pussy was going to have to endure. You squeezed your thighs at the image, the thought of it making you dizzy.

You reached forward and gave a few teasing pumps, watching as Namjoon’s jaw hung open at the sudden contact. You spread the wetness that was leaking from the tip of his dick around the head and you’d never wanted to suck someone off so badly in your entire life.

Namjoon seemed to have different plans, however, because he was quickly batting your hand away from his member and crawling over top of you again.

“I was going to—“ you started, and he shook his head as he stared down at you.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat and his eyes were hooded, “I can’t wait for the day I get to see that beautiful mouth of yours wrapped around my dick, but if I don’t get inside of you right now, I’m going to fucking lose it, Yn.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around his back and spread your legs for him, “Get inside of me, then.”

He lined the tip of his length up with your entrance, barely beginning to push the head inside of you. You whimpered at the feeling and he tilted your chin up with his index finger, “Look at me.”

You did as you were told and locked your eyes onto his, staring each other down as he slowly pushed his thickness in. Your mouth hung open at the stretch, and Namjoon hissed through his teeth.

“God, you are so fucking tight, babe.” He had a thing for praising you, it seemed. But you weren’t complaining.

He bottomed out and stayed still, allowing you to get adjusted to the feeling. You blinked your eyes a few times, your hips beginning to rotate at their own free will. You offered Namjoon a nod, and he took the hint.

He lifted one of your legs up to wrap around his hip, angling himself a bit deeper before pulling out and then pushing right back in. You moaned at the sensation, eyelids quickly falling shut.

“More, more— move, go— something, anything.” Your voice was completely fucked out already and you were breathless, pleading.

Namjoon happily obliged, pulling out and pushing in again as he began to set a pace that he was comfortable with. He paid attention to the sounds you were making, and the ways that your face would twist up. He was trying to learn what you liked, what made you feel the best.

“Harder—, please, oh my God, Namjoon.” The sound of you moaning out his name was music to his very ears, and he began to fuck into you at a harder pace, just like you’d asked.

You whimpered as his pace quickened, your cervix taking a brutal beating as his balls slapped against your skin. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head and Namjoon had taken to gripping onto your hips, keeping them still as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

The sounds of both of your moans echoed off of the walls, and you were so fucking glad that he was vocal during sex. Hearing the gruffly noises that were coming from his mouth as his jaw clenched were some of the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard.

He glanced down to see where the two of you were joined, a loud groan falling from his lips as he listened to the wet sounds the clash of your bodies made as he fucked into you.

“You feel so fucking amazing, baby. So fucking wet for me, shit—“ He watched the way that your tits bounced, dipping his head down to tug a nipple in between his teeth and brutally biting down on it.

You yelped at the feeling, nails digging into the skin of his back as he changed the angle of his hips.

“Shit!” you hissed, “there, there! Fuck, just like that.”

You dragged your nails down his back, the skin underneath your fingertips puffing up and turning red.

His thrusts were ruthless now, hitting that perfect spot each and every fucking time. Causing you to release a string of wanton moans and whimpers. You could feel your stomach begin to tighten, toes already curling. You clenched your walls around his dick, eliciting a growl from the man above you.

You were close and he could tell. He loved the way you looked like this, cheeks flushed and body thrashing. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The sight of you beneath him alone had him close to losing his own mind, and he continued his brutal assault on your g-spot, chasing his own release as you were nearing your own. He was trying to keep his composure, making you cum was his top priority. He could wait.

He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing erratic circles over it that had your hips bucking. You grasped onto the flesh of his shoulder blades for dear life as your orgasm fell over you, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. You were releasing a string of curses and strings of praises in Namjoon’s name, thousands of tiny stars circling above your head as you came, clenching around his dick in a way that drove him fucking insane.

He came at the same time you did, thrusts becoming messy and sloppy, spewing words about how good you were, how fucking lucky he was. He coated your walls with hot spurts of his cum and you clenched around him once again, attempting to milk him dry and capture all of his release inside of you.

You never knew sex could feel this fucking good, and even though you’d just had your second orgasm of the night and still weren’t completely recovered from it, you were ready for your third and fourth.

The two of you were heaving, breathless as your foreheads rested against each other. You finally opened your eyes to look at one another, Namjoon’s lips turning up and into a small smile as he stared down at you.

He whispered, bringing a hand up to trail the pad of his thumb along your cheek, “You okay?”

You nodded quickly in response, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his, “I’m absolutely perfect.”

“Good,” his smile grew wider and he pressed his to yours, “Me too.”

Your breathing was starting to even out now, and he finally pulled out of you as he felt his dick begin to soften. You groaned in protest at the loss of fullness, causing him to emit a chuckle.

The realization of what just happened finally hit you, and you had to blink a few times to fully process it, “Did that finally happen? Did we just have sex? Am I dreaming?”

He snorted out a laugh and shook his head as he rolled off of you to lay beside of you, tracing his fingertips along your lower stomach, “You’re not dreaming. It actually happened, babe.”

You grinned, sitting up quickly on the bed, “Let’s do it again.”

Namjoon laughed, sitting up with you, “You can’t be serious.”

But you one hundred percent were. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up, making your way to the en-suite bathroom and pausing in the door frame. You leaned against it and crossed your arms over your chest, Namjoon’s brows lifting with curiosity.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to pee,” you answered honestly, offering him a bit of a smirk as you continued your thought, “and then I’m going to get in the shower. Care to join me?”

He was scrambling off of the bed in an instant, following behind you as you made your way into the bathroom. He gave your ass a loud smack as the two of you walked and you shrieked, giggling as you flipped the shower on.

You lost track of how many times the two of you had sex while he was there. You stopped counting after five. Or, was it six? You honestly couldn’t remember, and you honestly didn’t care. But it was all coming to an end way too quickly, because he was leaving in the morning.

The two of you were walking on the beach together, hand in hand. It was dark and the moon was reflecting beautifully on the ocean beside of you as you walked with your bare feet in the sand, water coming up to greet your toes every now and then.

“I don’t want you to go.” You said quietly, but honest.

He rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand, nodding in agreement, “And I don’t want to leave, but I have to.”

You were pouting now, thankful that it was dark and that he couldn’t see. You knew this was part of it, you’d been through this before. But that didn’t make it any easier. It seemed like the closer you got to him, the harder it was for you to say goodbye.

“Come see me while I’m on tour for a weekend. Request some days off of work, if you can. I’d love to show you that part of my life, and have you be apart of it.” He suggested, and your heart began to melt at his words.

You wanted to, of course you did. But there was no way you’d be able to afford that.

You sighed, “I’d love that, but—“

“No buts, Yn. I know what you’re about to say, so don’t even let the words come out of your mouth. I’ll take care of everything, I’ll book every flight and everything in between. All you have to do is show up at the airport, okay?” He stopped walking and brought his hands up to cup your face, kissing you sweetly underneath the moonlight.

You melted into the kiss, into him. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you pulled him closer to you. You wanted to argue with him, but you knew that it was no use. So, you offered him a nod as you pulled away.

“Okay.” You smiled, and he grinned. You wanted to kiss those adorable fucking dimples of his.

His thumbs were running along the tops of your cheeks and he was staring down at you so intently, his smile never once threatening to falter, “Be my girlfriend.” He spit the words out so fast it took you a second to realize what he’d said.

You’d always wondered what those words would sound like coming out of his mouth, and now you knew. You couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was real and he wanted you.

After a few beats of silence, and you just staring blankly up at him, Namjoon coughed awkwardly, “Or, uhm— I mean, we don’t have to— if you don’t want this, I—“

You shook yourself out of your mind, resting your palms on either side of his neck and kissing his lips repeatedly, mumbling the word “yes” in between each kiss.

You finally broke away from him and nodded your head, your teeth on display as you grinned up at him, “I will absolutely be your girlfriend.”

He lifted you up from the ground, spinning your bodies around and earning a string of giggles from you as he did so. You were dizzy, and so was he. When he sat your feet down, the two of you stumbled and landed right in the water. You both yelled at the sudden contact of the cold salt water now all over your clothes, immediately erupting with laughter. You flicked your fingers and splashed him with water.

“Hey!” He yelled, returning the gesture and splashing water onto you.

“That’s what you get for being clumsy!” You teased, and he offered you a playful scoff in return, splashing you again.

Even though you were fully clothed and soaked, the water around you was cold, and it was the middle of the night, there was no where else you’d rather be.

And no one else you’d rather be with.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Prologue

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

A/N: What does one do when finding a new obsession with a celebrity? In my case, you write a fanfic series about it... and create an entire YouTuber including a channel introduction. Oops. If you want to be on the taglist for this one (I figure the people on my taglist for Keanu Reeves stories don’t want to be included on this one - if i figured wrong, let me know), please tell me and I’ll add you on it.

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Masterlist // Channel introduction // Chapter 1

It has been about three months since Henry Cavill stumbled upon Sandy Choi’s YouTube channel and he is thanking the YouTube algorithms every single day for recommending it to him. He was surprised that he never heard about her before, since her channel is pretty big and well known, but maybe he is too old to keep up to date with YouTubers nowadays.

He binge watched her videos, watching clips from her from three years ago when she started her channel. Seeing her grow from a twenty two year old college student, to a successful YouTuber and young adult author, impresses Henry. He felt like he didn’t have his life together at that age at all and she seems so at ease. She has achieved great thing so far and watching her vlogs, helps him take his mind off his own life and the stress that sometimes comes with it.

He has a YouTube account, but only uses it to be subscribed to her channel and liking her videos. He doesn’t want to miss any of her updates on her channel. Henry is plopped on his couch, cuddling with Kal when he gets a notification.

Sandy Choi has uploaded a new video. Without thinking twice he opens the YouTube app on his iPad. He shouldn’t be this obsessed with a twenty five year old YouTuber, but it’s something about her aesthetic, about her calm way of talking and how she takes the viewers with her. It’s like being there with her and God, does he want to spend some time with her, even if she is just editing a new video, her book or is taking them with her during photoshoots.

The video loads and he gives it a thumbs up before the video has even started. Kal places his head on Henry’s lap, sighing deeply, as if the big fur ball knows that his owner will not give him any attention for the next fifteen minutes.

The slow song fills his living room, as he watches her introduction. They’re all snippets of today’s vlog, since he has never seen the footage before. Seeing her smiling in the camera, makes his heart flutter.

He feels like a teenager again, with the way he has this permanent grin plastered on his face, every time she posts things and he watches the entire video.

‘It’s the first of July,’ Sandy says, as she is sitting in front of her mirror, trying to fix her hair. Her make-up is all set and done. It’s very minimal, like usual, but with a brighter pink lipstick. ‘And that means in three days it’s the Fourth of July and I won’t be spending it in LA.’

Henry looks at his phone, to see that this was filmed two days ago. With the lighting speed she edits, he often wonders if she has some sort of magic powers.

‘It’s pretty weird actually,’ Sandy continues, ‘not to spend time with family on the Fourth. I moved here about seven months ago and ever since I stepped a foot in London, my parents have been sending me some serious threats about how I should fly back to LA on the Fourth of July. My birthday, Thanksgiving, they don’t care about that, weirdly enough.’

Henry lives in London, but he has yet to bump into her. He recognizes the places she visits and when he visits them, he never sees her, though he keeps his eyes out, praying for her to be there. God, he wishes he would just bump into her, though he has no idea what to say to her. Hi there, I’m Henry Cavill and I’m obsessed with your videos? He’ll probably scare her away.

He watches the entire vlog intently, as Sandy is taking the viewers with her for a stroll in the park, a nice cafe that he now wants to visit and eventually she goes to the dance studio.

She is a great dancer and he sometimes wonders why she’s not doing anything with it. The way she moves her slender body and knows how to control it, is absolutely mesmerizing. She posted a few dance covers on her channel, but she’s always alone. Never dancing with someone. He wonders if she comes up with these dances herself, whether or not she is free styling.

The video is almost over, yet he doesn’t want it to be over. She could make vlogs that are twenty four hours long, and he would watch it in one sitting. She’s crouched down in front of the camera, still in the dance studio, while she pulls out her hair tie, letting her long dark brown locks fall over her shoulders. ‘So,’ she says with a soft smile, ‘I’m sorry today was a pretty boring day. It’s just that I have been spending so much time editing my newest novel, that I just couldn’t read the last two chapters anymore, so I’ll be doing that tomorrow or later this week. I work ahead of schedule anyway, so I have some leverage. I just wanted to get a nice and quiet day in, so I’m going home now and maybe rewatch something on Netflix. I’m not in the mood for something new, since I have to focus on understanding the story, you know, so I think the Witcher will do for now. Haven’t had my fair share of Henry Cavill today.’

Henry can’t seem to focus on the last part of the vlog, where she wishes everyone a good day and the outro starts. She is going to rewatch the Witcher? Meaning, she has already watched it? She hasn’t had her fair share of him today?

What does that even mean?

And the way she said his name, he is going to die if he would rewatch that part.

Someone calls him and he picks up without looking. ‘Yeah?’ he says when he answers the phone, still living a bit on cloud nine.

‘For the love of God, man, you’re getting more and more impersonal every time I call,’ he hears his friend Jackson say from the other end of the line. ‘Where the fuck are you, man? We were supposed to meet each other like five minutes ago.’

Henry jumps up from his couch. ‘Crap, I forgot.’

‘Figured.’

‘I’ll be there in a second.’ He storms to the hallway, to find his running shoes, but he has to walk upstairs for them.

‘You’re always on time. What happened today?’

‘I was watching something.’

Jackson starts to laugh from the other side of the line. ‘Let me guess: a certain someone uploaded her newest vlog? Does her name start with an S and end with andy Choi?’

‘Very funny.’ Jackson was never supposed to find out about this guilty pleasure of his, but somehow Jackson did find out, like he always does. Sometimes Henry hates his friend, since he can read him way too well and pesters him afterwards.

‘Well, hope it was worth it,’ Jackson says. Henry can hear the smile in his voice and that means that he is going to mention this during their entire run.

Henry rushes outside after he slipped on his running shoes. ‘It was totally worth it,’ he says. Knowing he’ll tell Jackson anyways, he adds: ‘She said my name, you know.’

‘Shut up.’

‘I’m not,’ Henry says with a smile.

‘She honest to God said your name?’

‘Yeah and she is rewatching the Witcher.’ Henry can’t seem to get the permanent grin off his face. He hears her say it over and over in his head, visualizing it with the lovely smile on her face.

‘You need to fucking grow some balls, follow her on Instagram and slide into her DM’s. Everyone does that nowadays.’

‘I’m not going to do that.’

‘No, what you are going to do is bother me with questions like: “Why is she so pretty?” and “When am I going to run into her?”. Like I can answer those. It’s obvious that she is simply rewatching the Witcher because of the way you look. Everyone on earth is into you, why wouldn’t she?’

Henry clears his throat, before he says: ‘See you in three minutes.’

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tenacityreturns · 4 years ago

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aokaga fic alert!

plot: in which kagami and aomine talk about beautiful soul by jesse mccartney and also accidentally injure each other ♥ rating: sfw, very domestic, it’s just them being stupid idiots. also i wrote this in one sitting without taking breaks or reading over it so.... haha.... word count: 2098

it all started with two guys, chilling on the sofa, going through each other’s phones. or more specifically, the music apps (and kagami’s photo reel, but don’t tell anyone because aomine had only gone in looking for something of nigou!). whenever kagami encounters a song title that interests him, he’ll click on it and let about ten seconds play before he changes song again. he gets the idea.

aomine, meanwhile, will let the songs he finds play in full. not because he respects the skip button and doesn’t want to overuse it, but because he doesn’t understand english and it becomes background noise. he’s just chilling now. legs stretched out over the couch and on top of kagami’s knees, his back leans on the armrest and he thinks about dinner instead. how cheeky he’s feeling with directly impact how extravagant his dining requests will be.

“i just took a screenshot,” kagami says blankly, with a light frown on his face.

“why?”

“i wanted to remember this song, it’s kinda cool.”

“but you’re using my---”

“yeah i know that, i forgot.”

aomine half smiles, returning to the screen. dummy. “i’ll send it to you later.”

he decides to lightly hack his boyfriend and dives onto his instagram. looks up his own page, saves a recent selfie, uploads it from kagami’s account. first, he thinks about captioning it something like sexy, or why is this guy so hot??? but decides against it and instead writes ‘i’ll never be as cool as him :(’ haha. good, harmless prank. who’s this girl that liked it immediately, huh! well, they follow each other, but aomine doesn’t like how snooping around like this is making him feel. his blue eyes will raise, taking in the sight of kagami tapping his hand against aomine’s shin in time with the song. his lips are moving, then his shoulders.

is he... sort of singing along? but to which song? he can’t hear the music from his own phone well enough with kagami’s so nearby, but then... he doesn’t recognise this american music... hm. aomine’s fond smile is forced into a smirk for dignity’s sake.

“what are you doing?”

“huh?” kagami blinks, and the tapping stops. “i used to love this song.”

“used to? it’s on your recently heard playlist, dude.”

“it’s a classic.”

“is it? i never heard of it.”

“me and niji sing it all the time, y’know, just around.”

“okay,” this emotion, unlike the snooping guilt, is straight up jealousy. shut up about nijimura already! we get it! you’re friends! “what’s it about?”

“uh,” cogs turn. his lips move again, maybe in time with the song’s lyrics? aomine isn’t sure. “like, he’s singing about not caring about looks. just... you know, wanting the person’s beautiful soul. that’s what it’s called.”

“sappy,” what a loser. this sounds like the kind of thing satsuki would be interested in for sure. aomine gets an instagram notification from kise and ignores it, then remembers his prank and that this is kagami’s phone! he opens the app again and that blond bastard has written a comment:

‘looks like you need a new password kagamicchi!’

and seen right through the prank! dumb luck. except--- here’s tetsu commenting:

‘you should never leave your phone with untrustworthy people, kagami-kun.’

shut the hell up!

but his oblivious rival distracts the on-coming fury by starting to sing. the tapping against his shin has started again, and he’s still scrolling through the playlist and changing songs, but singing this beautiful soul song. in english. show off! ah, he’s got a nice voice though. and he looks real cute sitting there like that. aomine doesn’t suspect kagami of snooping through the photo reel or posting to instagram, in fact: the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. aomine’s head rocks to lean against the back cushions of the sofa. his fond smile returns.

“you singing about me, bakagami?”

of course he’ll find a way to ruin a perfectly nice moment, and a fleeting glimpse of serenity in his boyfriend. kagami doesn’t look away from his phone, but says something in english that sounded like a comeback. aomine presses his heel into kagami’s thigh, but it incites a more genuine flinch that he’d been expecting and both legs are instantly retracted.

“sorry,” aomine blurts, “i forgot about your leg.”

“what about it?” kagami replies breezily in japanese again ( that is, as breezily as possible through gritted teeth ).

hello again, guilt! aomine rests his knees against the couch, peering around them to watch kagami recover. if he doesn’t in five seconds, aomine will--- no, he can’t last that long. he sits up.

“ah, man, can i get you something?”

“i’m fine, it’s just cramping from sitting so long,”

this guy! they’d not been sitting for half an hour yet! he’s just saying that so aomine won’t feel bad... the bastard... of course he’s going to feel bad!

“wipe that look off your face!” kagami exclaims, “now get outta my way so i can lie down.”

he doesn’t look pissed off, or in pain anymore, which is something. god, wouldn’t it just be easier if kagami could tell him when his half-hearted grumpy statements are genuine or when they’re just him speaking and sounding angry because it’s how he talks?

aomine rolls himself off the sofa. “is your leg okay?”

“don’t worry about it,” the redhead returns to aomine’s phone but extends his arm off the sofa. an invitation to join him? but can’t he just say that he isn’t mad right now? ah, look! now he’s glaring at him! “daiki. are you gonna make me say it?”

“say what?”

kagami crunches forward and the arm, still extended, reaches for aomine’s hand. of course he’ll accept the gesture. one second, they’re holding hands ( safe, comfortable, in understanding ), and the next, aomine is falling onto the couch and acutely aware of making sure he doesn’t land on the bad leg.

“be careful!” he scolds, arms bracing against the back of the couch, knees safely avoiding kagami’s limbs. “sheesh!”

“i said don’t worry, didn’t i?”

“i dunno, you talk a lot of shit,” how come aomine’s pissed off at him now!

“what!” kagami launches forward and wraps one of his arms around aomine’s waist, dragging him back as he lies down again.

“taiga!” aomine’s still more concerned about the injury.

“shut up about my fuckin’ leg or i’ll snap you like a toothpick!”

ugh! fine, alright. he’ll give in. aomine definitely sends kagami a look. it’s short-lived, though, and he finds a teasing smile. his hand rests on kagami’s massive bicep. “with these muscles? good luck with a real toothpick, buddy.”

“shut the fuck up, i’ll show you!”

there’s no doubt that kagami hadn’t actually intended to show him, but aomine’s back lasts a total of two seconds of a too-tight hug before it cracks. loudly. it didn’t hurt. caught him off guard, yes, makes him have to pause and stretch his back for a second, sure, but it didn’t hurt. kagami’s staring, aomine notices. not immediately apologising despite the sound, he sees! red eyes are wide, lips tightly turned downwards. he’s waiting to check the damage before damage control kicks in.

“you good?”

“is that all you got?”

“sorry about your back,”

aomine lowers down to lie chest-to-chest. he adjusts so that it’s comfortable to lie with his head on kagami’s shoulder. “yep.”

“does it hurt?”

“nope.”

“good,” and just like that, an arm drapes around aomine’s shoulders and they’re lying in almost silence again. kagami’s phone is somewhere on the other end of the sofa, still playing that muffled song. how long does it go on for?! that beautiful whatever conversation feels like it happened hours ago! of course, it had been the singing that started the teasing which sparked the retort which justified a prod, which had hurt and begun this mess. aomine exhales. kagami starts humming along to what aomine has guessed is the chorus.

“what sorta sappy shit is he saying now?” he closes his eyes.

“uh,” kagami begins to translate the lyrics disjointedly, really having to think about it before he says it in japanese.

I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul

“it sounds better in english,” he then explains, “and when jesse sings it.”

“nah,”

“what do you mean nah?”

oops. well, yeah! alright. so aomine likes kagami’s voice better than this jesse person’s! big whoop! “nothing. so you were definitely singing about me, then.”

“yeah, i got sick of dating hot people and decided to settle.”

“shut the fuck up,” aomine’s smiling, knowing full well that kagami’s not dated anybody before. cheeky little shit!

“all the d-cup supermodels in america, you know.”

“i thought i told you to zip it?” he lifts his head. the stare-off doesn’t last long before kagami just straight up kisses him on the cheek! “hey!”

“can i have my phone back?”

he deliberates being difficult. deliberates telling kagami to get it himself, that he doesn’t know where it is, or just no. for fun, mostly. but then, that kiss had been really cute... and kagami had been kind of nice just now, before the bullshit, about translating and stuff... fine. this once, kagami’s off the hook. saved, even. aomine pushes ( carefully! ) up, finds the phone precariously close to the edge of the sofa, and returns to his place. once comfortable, he’ll hand it over. ah! the prank! he’d forgotten about that. kagami gives aomine his phone too and they are once again silent.

huh. that sure is a lot of facebook likes. his last picture wasn’t even that interesting. or was it? aomine opens the app, trying to recall what it could be about. did he get notifications for likes on things he’d shared? aomine rarely shared anything. oh, to be fair, he did share a video of nigou yesterday saying “he’s the only member of seirin i respect”... was it... that?

a picture aomine absolutely did not post is at the top of his own feed. it’s the seirin team picture, but, naturally, aomine had first seen only tetsu and kagami ( the others are definitely there, but not as interesting or important to look at, you know? ). posted twenty minutes ago. captioned: “i apologise for my last post about seirin, i’m a big idiot. they are really cool”

“hey!” aomine lifts his head up again, though this time, with an expression full of accusation. it meets kagami’s equally offended gaze.

“you posted to my instagram!”

“you posted to facebook! that’s worse!”

“no way!”

“yeah way!”

“everyone knew i got hacked, though,” he grins, “you ain’t slick at all.”

“as if i would ever call myself a big idiot, ever. they would instantly know you posted that to facebook. who else thinks seirin is cool?”

“everyone with brains!”

“bullshit!”

“idiot,”

“dumbass,”

aomine set his head down again. so much for trustworthy boyfriend, kagami taiga! though... isn’t it kind of funny that they both, separately, decided to post to each other’s social media? he’s trying hard to be pissed off about it, but the smile is too strong and, once again, he’s smiling over something kagami has done. satsuki comments under that hacked facebook post:

‘two sides of the same coin.’

which, to the unaware, means nothing. in reality, it makes him think of that thing he’s still accidentally in the habit of saying sometimes. the only one who can beat me is me. maybe kagami really is similar to himself after all? however, it’s hard to imagine that they’re that similar. aomine really likes kagami, after all.

“hey, taiga?”

maybe aomine will tell him he loves him again. does it cheapen it if he’d said it yesterday as well?

“yeah?”

“what’s for dinner?”

chicken.

“chicken, i think.”

aomine blinks. that was almost spooky.

“taiga?”

“still here,”

“love you.”

“pfff,” it’s a scoff! “lame.” insulting!”

aomine pinches him gently in the side. it makes him laugh, even if kagami isn’t that ticklish.

“alright! love you too, obviously. i kissed you, didn’t i?”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. chicken sounds good.”

“are you gonna tell me you love chicken, too? who’s the sap now?”

someone explain why such an irritating response would make aomine’s chest swell as much as that kiss on the cheek? yeah, he’s dead sure if he hadn’t been before. he loves you, kagami taiga, you dumbass, so much. of course he does. they’re two sides of the same coin.

#aokaga #aokaga fic #knb #knb fic #aonon.#drabbles.#this is stupid i just LOVE how they talk tho............................... theyre so fun to write #this is truly all over the place and it's really 1am #so miserable that it's 1am

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