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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner ***valentines slash

Warnings: absolutely 18+ only!!!, slash ofc, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, bunk sex, lil bit of dirty talk, some brief talk of anxious feelings, fluffy ending!

Word count: 6k

“Here we are, no show tonight on Valentines Day, in Hershey Pennsylvania of all places, and I’m stuck with you two!” Josh pointedly exclaimed as the three of them walked down the street towards the small modest bar.

Jake didn’t need a reminder of the situation. Josh was being extra dramatic as always, but Jake was trying to hide that he was actually genuinely upset.

Sam bumped his shoulder, trying to cheer him up as Josh continued on in front of them rambling on to himself as if they were even still listening.

“He’s alright you know” Sam muttered over to Jake, who shrugged his shoulder trying to brush it off like he didn’t know what Sam was insinuating.

At sound check earlier Danny was acting a little standoffish. Jake figured it was just pre show nerves from being at this venue for the first time. But when they finished up for the day and decided to go out, Danny asked to stay behind because he wasn’t feeling well.

Jake had offered to stay as well. He didn’t mind taking care of a sick boyfriend if it meant they got to spend the holiday together, but Danny insisted he go out with his brothers.

So he agreed to go, only because by that point he felt kind of silly for having put so much thought into the false sentiment of spending Valentine’s Day together in the first place. He’d never been thrilled to spend the holiday with anyone before- though he’d done his due diligence in his past relationships to at least get his significant other something cheesy.

This year things were a little different though. He was with Danny, whom he never would have imagined he’d be with last Valentines, but he was so over the moon falling head over heels for.

“Just try to enjoy the evening, maybe if we get Josh drunk enough we can get him to record another stupid TikTok” Sam joked, holding the door open like a good younger brother while the oldest already ran off to start ordering drinks.

“You guys are the ones who are into that shit, not me” Jake scoffed as he entered the bar, next in line to order his alcohol hard and hopefully get a buzz going.

An hour in and Sam was right. Josh was using a fork from a greasy basket of bar food he and Sam had devoured without saving a bite while Jake was waiting in line for the restroom to sing karaoke, and Sam was holding his phone up to record it.

“You guys are ridiculous. I’m going to get another drink” Jake spoke up after Josh thanked his crowd of two and tilted his head in a tiny bow.

As he stood against the edge of the bar he took the opportunity to check his phone again. He’d sent a few texts to check in on Danny from the bathroom hallway, but he hadn’t gotten a reply yet. Maybe he was taking the rare opportunity with the bus all to himself to sleep it off? Even if he was, Jake felt uncomfortably moody sitting at a bar and drinking when he knew Danny wasn’t feeling well. He wanted to help take care of him, nature him, and be the one person there in his time of need. It’s not like they were a married couple or anything, but Jake took ‘in sickness and in health’ pretty seriously.

“I think I’m going to call it” Jake proclaimed as he tossed back the rest of his most recent drink.

“Wait, why?” Sam perked up, suddenly anxious about letting Jake leave.

“Do I need to have a reason?” Jake suspiciously questioned back, leaning on one arm over the round tabletop to give Sam a warning look. There was no messing around with him right now, if Sam knew something he didn’t then he’d better be out with it.

“Whatever! No!” Sam scoffed, waving his hand to shoo him off.

“Tell Danny we send our best regards” Josh commented, sharing taunting smirks with Sam as Jake rolled his eyes and tossed a few bills on the table for them to close his tab.

Danny sat on the edge of the small couch, waiting anxiously for the squeaky door of the bus to open and signal Jake’s anticipated return. He’d been nervous all day even though he’d planned this night over a week ago when he took a good look at the schedule and realized they wouldn’t be busy on Valentine's Day.

Of course he felt a little silly planning something for Jake, who he knew didn’t normally care for the contrived theatrics of the holiday. Something in Danny told him though that it would still be nice to spend the evening together.

A text came in from Sam, the only other person in on Danny’s plan, to warn him when Jake had left the bar. It was right in time, the food had just arrived and Danny had successfully finished setting everything up before his inevitable arrival.

He put his hand over his chest and breathed deeply to try and calm his nerves. Something he’d learned to do from Josh early in the game when they started hitting it big and the stakes were higher than ever. Then he heard it, the door opening and the sound of boots coming up the few steps.

“What is this?” Jake questioned from where he stood at the entrance of the bus, eyes darting around to try and take everything in.

Danny stood from the couch and inched towards the table that he had spent the evening setting up. Underneath it was just a folding table he’d borrowed from the crew so he could haul it through the narrow door and up the stairs. Over top that though, Danny had added a nice white linen table cloth, a set of plates and tableware, and even a few flowers. The food had to be Italian take out since he didn’t have a real kitchen to cook in, but surely Jake wouldn’t mind.

“I know you think stuff like this is ridiculous, but I wanted to spend Valentine's Day with you so I set this diner up for us” Danny revealed with a slightly nervous half smile. He hoped Jake didn’t think he looked stupid for doing this, and it didn’t help that he couldn’t read the initial reaction on his face.

Jake’s heart began to pound inside his chest, not only because of the sweetness of the gesture, but because of the realization that they had both wished to spend this day together. He started to understand the sentiment- it was never about what gifts or what fancy restaurant you made reservations at. Valentine's day was always about who you spent it with, and Jake was never more happy with the person he had.

Danny hoped he heard Jake’s next words right. “I fucking love you” fell happily from his lips as he hurried over and practically tackled Danny with his embrace.

Normally Danny would be more than able to take Jake’s weight coming at him like that, but he was so caught off guard by what Jake had said that when their bodies collided he stumbled back into the table behind him. One hand came behind to brace himself against the thin table while the other wrapped tightly around Jake’s waist, pulling him even closer as Jake kissed him feverishly.

A plate and a few tableware fell first with the bustle, but Danny wasn’t even phased by it because he was still reeling from hearing those words for the first time. Not even in an ‘love you man’ kind of way, but Jake had said he loved him with a look of awe and amazement, and it felt fucking good.

The poor table was never meant to support their weight. So when Jake pressed further against Danny letting him feel how excited he already was, before Danny could let his hand travel from Jake’s waist to grip the ass underneath his tight jeans, two of the wobbly legs of the table gave out and sent them and the rest of its contents sliding to the floor.

Jake jumped up off of Danny, slight panic and worry immediately setting in as he helped him up hoping no one was hurt in the commotion.

Danny looked behind himself to see the remnants of the table and the work he’d put in all in a mess and broke into laughter. What did he really expect when dating a Kiszka? They couldn’t help breaking things.

Jake started to hesitantly laugh a little too, still unsure if Danny was hysterical or genuinely thought the situation was funny. When Danny turned back around both hands reached over to cup Jake’s face and pull him back into a kiss, picking up right where they’d left off like nothing had happened.

Jake settled back into the kiss quickly, wrapping his arms around Danny’s neck and jumping up to also wrap his legs around his waist. Danny chuckled again against Jake’s lips this time as his hands fell to his bottom to hold Jake there and walked them the short distance to the area with the bunks.

Danny disconnected only to lay Jake down into one of the bunks, then he crawled inside on top of him, sliding a hand underneath his shirt up his chest and scattering kisses against the skin he exposed as he did so. The thing was, periodically they switched bunks so that no one was having to sleep on the top or the bottom for too long. In the heat of the moment Danny must have forgotten that Jake and Sam had switched recently, so instead of being in one of theirs, they were actually in Sam’s right now.

Jake wasn’t about to say anything that would stop him though, not when Danny was already popping the button to his jeans open and dragging his zipper down as he sucked a colorful bruise into the side of his chest. Jake’s head was swirling, the alcohol he’d had at the bar finally starting to catch up with him. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, letting his hand fall into place on top of Danny’s head as his hot breath traveled downward. A content sigh left his lips when the front of his boxers were pulled down and a hand helped pull him free, giving a few soft strokes as well.

“Tell me what you want Jake. I want to give you everything” Danny spoke between kisses against the delicate curves of his hip and crotch.

“I want everything” Jake groaned, bucking his hips up to try and get more friction, or even better his mouth where he really wanted it.

“Don’t be greedy�� Danny chuckled, adding some grip to his strokes until Jake’s cock was nice and completely hard against his palm.

“Fine. I want your mouth”.

“And then?”

Jake peaked his eyes open to see Danny staring up at him with a teasingly soft smile. How was he supposed to know what he wanted next when all he could think about now was being inside that wet warmth?

“Then I want you to fuck me” Jake pleaded, hoping his responce would give him what he needed now, and he could deal with the consequences of his request later.

Danny rewarded him with a kiss to the tip, making Jake suck in a lungful of air with anticipation. “Of course love, anything you want”.

Without missing another beat Danny sunk down, taking Jake in as far as he could go like he was hungry for it. Which he probably was considering they’d somehow managed to skip dinner and make their way directly to dessert. He’d just have to milk Jake to his fill then.

“God Danny you do that so good” Jake squirmed underneath him, trying to keep his pelvis from driving forward and letting Danny work on his own.

There wasn’t much room in the bunk, though Jake and Danny had learned to manage with what they had over the last couple of months of navigating their relationship. Danny had determined that keeping his knees curled under his chest was the best position to do this in. Another thing he’d learned was that Jake liked it wet and sloppy. He pulled off, letting a trail of spit from his bottom lip to Jake’s tip keep them connected.

“Don’t hold yourself back today” Danny requested, letting a little more saliva trail from his mouth causing Jake to groan at the lewd display.

Jake pulled himself up onto one of his elbows and reached his other hand over to caress Danny’s cheek in appreciation. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you”.

“You won’t Jake, I trust you” Danny grabbed his hand and guided it back onto his head before closing his mouth down around him again.

He could have just as easily taken the lead and driven Jake absolutely crazy, but he wanted him to completely let go this time. Unravel himself until he was nothing but a pliable puddle of pleasure.

Jake’s fingers laced themselves into Danny’s curls, giving a slight tug at the roots that made Danny hum around him. Another breath filled his lungs as he dug his heels into the small mattress and thrust upwards triggering Danny’s gag reflex as he hit deeper.

He glanced down again to check on his loving boyfriend, his chest heaving already with excitement. Danny only sucked harder, giving Jake’s thigh a squeeze to tell him to try again.

When he thrust again Danny was more prepared this time, becoming more familiar with the feeling of the back of his throat being prodded and learning to swallow around it without gagging.

“Fuck that’s it” Jake moaned as he really started to thrust this time, letting his head fall backwards and his eye flutter closed again. “I fucking love your mouth, you take me so well” praises were spilling from Jake as he was hurdling towards his finish all too soon with each glide of his throbbing erection past teeth and along slick tongue.

As much as he wanted to taste him now, Danny couldn’t have that yet. So with watery eyes he retreated, replacing his mouth with his hand again to keep Jake writhing and whimpering close to the edge. His free hand fumbled with the edge of the bed that was pressed against the wall. Trying and failing to find their hidden stash of lube.

Then it hit him, this wasn’t Jake’s bunk anymore. They were intruding on someone else’s space, but in this moment he couldn’t bring himself to care much about that.

He had an internal debate with himself for a moment. Did he try to make spit work instead? No, not if he was going to fuck Jake the way he’d asked him to.

“Jake, my love,” Danny spoke horsely as he regained the use of his throat and slowed his stroking, “I’m going to have to get up for a second”.

“What?” Jake groaned, wrapping one of his legs around Danny’s form in an attempt to keep him there with him.

“Shhh, just for a second” he finally pulled his hands from him completely, and pried Jake’s leg off so that he could crawl out of the bunk and find their bottle. “While I’m gone, why don’t you get a little more undressed?”

“Only if you do the same” Jake bargained as he ran his hand mindlessly up his torso, looking up at Danny with hungry glazed over eyes.

There was no way Danny was going to deny that request. He quickly pulled his shirt off to show Jake he would obey any wish he had then leaned down to kiss him once more before turning to rummage through the correct bunk for what he needed.

The faint sound of clothes being stripped off and tossed onto the ground behind him egged Danny on as he felt around underneath blankets until his fingers came across a familiar cylindrical shape. His heart beat began to thunder in his chest, not just because he was thinking about all the shameful things he was about to do to his boyfriend in his best friend's bunk, but because he still felt slightly nervous.

It got easier with Jake every time they were together, but for some reason Danny had also put it on his shoulders to try to one up himself each time. He wasn’t sure why, Jake was certainly the best he’d ever had, but part of himself still doubted his abilities- especially when Jake looked at him like he was some sort of sex god. He wasn’t, he was just another man with his own desires to stifle as he desperately tried to keep his cool when he held his lover.

With the trusty lube in hand, Danny one handedly undid his pants and slipped them off with his underwear. He was hard already as well, going down on Jake never once failing to get him riled up.

“Are you coming back?” Jake’s voice broke through his thoughts.

Danny smiled and moved to crouch back down and into the intimate space again. “I'm right here” Danny soothed him as he pressed their naked forms together and rejoined their mouths in another sweet kiss.

Jake hummed as he let his lips separate to deepen the kiss and wrapped his arms around Danny’s broad shoulders. “You won’t leave again?”

“I’ll never leave you” Danny assured him, letting his hand run down the smooth lines of Jake’s side, feeling the rising of his chest as he sucked in a breath of air and down to the dip of his hips. He grabbed a handful of flesh there, using that firm grip to grind down together.

Jake let himself get lost in the kiss, fingers digging into rippling back muscles as he tried to pull Danny even closer to him. The pressure on his chest was almost suffocating, but it was calming at the same time to be completely enveloped in warmth and touch. He’d been so touch starved before Danny, and now he couldn’t get enough of his lovers hands on him.

The hand on his hip slipped lower, leaving tiny clammy goosebumps across Jake’s thigh until it reached his knee and hooked around it to pull his leg up. Jake wanted to wrap that leg back around Danny’s narrow waist and use it as leverage to thrust against his lower stomach until he was back on the edge Danny had left him on earlier. Instead he let it just fall to the side, inviting Danny to keep exploring his body knowing full well that he was in good hands.

Retrieving the bottle Danny had brought back with him, he pulled away slightly so that he could squeeze a good amount into his palm and slip his arm between their bodies.

Jake gasped when the hand unexpectedly wrapped around his still hardened length, lathering it up. Then Danny’s arm retreated, reaching up to pull one of Jake’s off his shoulders and guided it back down. “Here” Danny whispered, leaving Jake’s hand on his own erection to touch himself as he went back for more lube.

Jake tugged slowly, wanting to prolong the building tension but also mindlessly unable to stop himself from feeling that pleasure as Danny’s fingers found their way towards his entrance.

Danny shifted to the side, propping himself up on one elbow next to Jake’s head to give himself just a little more access in the small space. A tiny moan left Jake’s kiss swollen lips as his fingers circled him, feeling the muscle flutter underneath the pads of his fingertips until one pressed inside up to his second knuckle.

Jake’s grip on his cock tightened as he tried to keep his body from tensing up at the intrusion. Danny could feel the subconscious fight back, knowing he’d have to work to get Jake loose enough to accept him. He leaned over and placed a kiss against the point of his shoulder and Jake smiled a little bit before licking his lips. “It feels…” he couldn’t come up with the words because nothing sounded just right- strange, intimate, blissful.

Without finishing his sentence he wiggled his hips trying to get Danny to give him more. Danny got the signal, slowly pushing in until he was up to his last knuckle. Jake let out a sigh in an exhale, hoping Danny would start to move without him having to ask for it.

Danny was so tuned into Jake’s body right now though. He felt Jake’s muscles tense and relax over and over again until finally there was no fight. Jake relaxed fully and Danny began to nudge that finger in deeper, as deep as he could go, hooking it upwards until Jake’s hand abruptly stopped and his brows furrowed tightly.

Afraid he might have hurt him Danny started to pull back, but then Jake’s mouth fell open and a moan escaped. “Another Danny, I want another” he pleaded.

Jake started to whine when Danny’s finger slid nearly completely out of him, only the tip of his finger still remaining, but he was quickly silenced when another finger joined in alongside it and pushed inside as well.

There was a slight burn that subsided when Danny found the place he was just in, making Jake’s hips jerk up in overwhelming sensitivity. But then he settled back down, took a steadying breath and turned his head to catch Danny’s lips in a searing kiss.

“Fuck Jake you’re so tight” Danny whispered into his ear when Jake laid his head back down onto the pillow. “I can’t wait to fill you. To feel you all around my cock”.

Jake tightened around his fingers again at his words, another uncontrolled moan escaping him. His heels were digging into the sheets again, trying to work his own hips down against Danny’s fingers in search for that spot that had him seeing stars. One of Danny’s legs wrapped around Jake’s though, effectively pinning him down and keeping him in place as his fingers picked up their pace.

“Then do it Danny, fuck me already” he begged, having long forgotten that he was supposed to be stroking himself as well.

“Not yet love,” Danny eased him with more kisses against his shoulder. He had to keep his sanity right now, knowing that if he jumped the gun he would be doing more harm than good and this really could end all too soon.

Jake's body shuddered, he was sure Danny had never called him that before, love, though he’d said it multiple times tonight already. It was catching on and he liked it. “You know, they say it’s always the silent ones who are the freakiest in bed?” Jake chuckled, having lost his mind to the point he was just rambling about anything that came to him.

Danny chuckled a little as well, his chest bumping against Jake’s side. Not because he thought Jake was right, but because he seemed to have been nervous earlier for no reason. Jake ate up everything he did and said, he could probably lean over and spit into Jake’s mouth right now and Jake would drink it up without hesitation.

He stored that thought away for another time as he refocused on the task at hand and cautiously introduced a third finger. He waited for the tension to return, for Jake’s body to fight the addition, but there was no struggle this time. Jake was ready.

He worked those three fingers for a bit longer, ignoring the soreness building in his hand, until he was absolutely sure.

“Jake, ” Danny’s voice returned to its deeper register, sultry and dripping with lust, “turn over”.

Jake wasn’t sure what he’d meant at first. Too lost in his own world of pleasure to register the command until Danny was pulling his fingers from him and nudging his hip in the opposite direction. With his leg also free, Jake turned onto his side

Blind to what was happening behind him now, Jake could still hear the sound of the lube cap popping open again and the slight sticky sound of Danny lathering himself up.

He waited in silence as Danny scooted closer to him, waiting for him to push inside and connect them in the most intimate way.

Danny was too far behind him in thought though, still wanting to gently ease him into their union. He reached his still slick hand around and gave Jake a few tugs.

“No!” Jake cried out, startling Danny but also bringing him back down to Earth from where he’d started to ascend somewhere else entirely. He opened his mouth to ask Jake what the matter was, but Jake was already answering him with an arch of his back and his hand flying back to grip Danny’s thigh. “Please, inside me now”.

Danny bit the inside of his cheek to stop all the obscenities that were flooding his brain with Jake’s plea from spilling out.

Again, Danny obeyed, bringing his hand back around to guide himself between those profoundly round cheeks until he was nudging his way in.

Jake did good breathing through it, exhaling slowly and deeply until Danny’s hips were flush against his ass.

“Oh my god” Jake moaned. He’d never get enough of this feeling- never get enough of Danny.

Still propped up on one elbow, Danny wrapped the other arm around Jake’s chest, “I’m gonna move now”.

Jake didn’t have to say anything to let Danny know he was ready, his grip on Danny’s thigh only tightened as he felt the muscles begin to work underneath his hand.

His thrusts were shallow and slow at first, gaining momentum with each little noise he pulled from Jake. Like an audible reward for his patience, and the burning desire only grew in the depths of his stomach. He was losing himself now, quickly. Every thread of restraint he’d had was unraveling with each snap of his hips into Jake.

“I don’t ever want to stop” Danny groaned, burying his face underneath Jake's jaw where it cornered to meet his ear.

“Then don’t” Jake challenged, removing his hand from Danny’s thigh to bring it back in front of his body and grip the edge of the bunk instead. He arched his back harder, feeling his chest press against Danny’s embrace, and started to rock his hips back in sync with each of Danny’s thrusts forward.

The slight change in angle made all the difference, Danny could feel the way he slid in even a centimeter more and started to claim that spot deep within Jake again. “You’re pushing your luck” he grit his teeth, knowing if they kept this up much longer he’d be finishing without another word.

Only there was still so much he wanted to say, so many feelings raging within him that he needed to get out first before he could fully revel in his impending release. All those words still unspoken, and all those emotions boiled down into the one thing he knew he was capable of saying now-

“I love you too. I love you Jake. I love you” he repeated over and over again against Jake’s collar bone and he’d say it again and again until every bone in Jake’s body knew he was loved.

“Danny,” Jake’s voice shook as his body quivered underneath him, “I’m gonna cum, but please don’t stop”.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Danny asked, already starting to move his arm from Jake’s chest, but Jake grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm tighter around him.

“No, I want to cum just like this” Jake replied, letting himself remain completely wrapped in Danny’s embrace and with one more thrust he was breaking apart.

Jake’s head tilted back until he met Danny’s shoulder and his body went stiff as he came, but Danny didn’t let up. He fucked Jake through his orgasm, draining his last bit of energy into giving Jake everything he had as he scattered kisses across his face anywhere he could reach.

When Jake relaxed again and Danny was sure he was coming down from his high he finally let himself go as well, spilling inside Jake with one last kiss to his brow.

“Am I ever going to get tired of that?” Jake asked with a euphoric look on his face.

Danny settled his mind as he came down as well, looking for the right thing to say other than ‘I’m fucking not’.

“Do you ever get tired of playing shows?”

Jake thought about it for a moment. Sure at some point he’d grown tired of constantly being on the road, of being homesick, of keeping the same routine from town to town until they all started to blur together, but even then it wasn’t lost on him that he was living his dream. “I still get a rush of adrenaline right before getting on stage. Being up there, exposed for all those admiring eyes to see, it’s scary but it’s thrilling”.

Danny reached around and gathered the stray pieces of Jake’s hair that had fallen into his face with all the movement and smoothed it over to the side. “It’s the same,” he revealed his meaning for asking that question, letting his fingers continue to gently outline the pronounced features of Jake’s face. “I still get those feelings before a show too, but none of them compare to how I feel when I’m with you”.

He watched as Jake’s cheeks flushed and his lips curled into a toothy smile as he turned his head into the pillow to try and hide his embarrassment. “He sweet talks after sex too?”

Danny grabbed his chin and pulled it back towards him, leaning over to connect their lips once more. “I’m the whole package, you’d better get used to it”.

What if I don’t want to get used to it? Jake thought to himself, but held that thought in as he felt Danny’s softened length gently sliding out and the warm rush of the result of their lovemaking behind it.

“Don’t move, I'm going to get something to clean you up. Sam will be pissed if we get cum all over his sheets”. Danny gently crawled over him and finally stretched out once he stood back up.

“I think we’re a little too late for that” Jake replied, looking down at the mess he’d made in front of him.

“Oh, right” Danny turned, taking in the full image of his boyfriend looking absolutely wrecked and disheveled, and fucking hot. He wanted to jump right back in there with him, even if he couldn’t physically handle a round two right now, just holding a slightly sweaty messy Jake would suffice. Only that couldn’t be an option because even with their couple of hours in heaven, the others would be coming back eventually. “Well, let’s clean you first and we will worry about the rest later”.

“I’m hungry” Jake commented as he pulled his boxers back on. He hadn’t had anything to eat at the bar earlier, and the activities had burned enough calories to leave him starving, and thirsty.

“Well, there’s still the dinner I ordered that you completely ignored” Danny replied in a joking tone.

“Wait, you ordered food?”

“What did you think the table was for?” Danny chuckled, remembering the broken mess they’d left in the front of the bus.

“Oh right,” Jake started to remember as well, feeling a little bit guilty that Danny had put effort into something and he had jumped the gun, “sorry I got a little excited”.

“It’s alright, we can still heat it up” Danny grabbed Jake’s hand and guided him back out, watching the mess as he sat him down on one of the couches.

He left him there to fish the togo containers out of the large paper bag and popped them in the microwave. “Oh, there’s also this” he crouched down and opened the mini fridge next, retrieving a bottle of champagne.

He set the bottle down on the small counter and opened up a few of the cupboards, finding only coffee mugs, and a few cups. “Well, looks like I forgot to buy some flutes though”.

“That’s alright” Jake stood and joined him, picking up the bottle and tearing it open without worrying about reading the label. He popped the cork and immediately brought it to his lips, trying to catch as much of the overflow as possible before taking a drink and handing it back to Danny.

Danny took a drink as well then Jake reclaimed the bottle and moved one of the two chairs over to the still standing side of the lopsided table. He didn’t attempt setting the bottle onto the table, instead leaving it on the floor next to him and waited patiently for the microwave to ding that the food was ready.

“Hush, I’m trying to listen” Josh shushed his chatty younger brother as they walked up to the bus. “Do you want to walk in on something you don’t want to see?”

“No” Sam replied, quieting down as Josh placed his ear against the door. “Are they in there?” He asked in a loud whisper after just a few seconds.

“Yes they’re in there, shut up!” Josh shushed him again, “they’re laughing”.

“Then we’re good, hurry up and go inside, it's freezing out here”.

Josh opened the door and they filed inside, shocked to see Jake and Danny both in their underwear sitting across from each other at a broken table and eating pasta straight out of the containers. “What the hell happened in here?”

“Want some champagne?” Jake ignored his question and held the bottle up, trying to fight off his laughter at the look of sheer embarrassment painted across Danny’s face. “I know it’s your favorite”.

“Not if you’re not drinking out of glasses” Josh replied, stepping further into the bus with Sam close behind him. “What are you a bunch of animals?” He stared at the table again and their state of undress, putting two and two together. “You do realize you have bunks for that right? We know you use them”.

“Sam, I’m sorry” Danny interjected, realizing he’d gotten caught up with Jake again talking during their meal and had forgotten to strip the sheets before they returned.

Sam looked at them confused until Jake offered a bit more clarification. “Oh we used the bunks, just not ours”.

“You’re joking right!” Sam yelled, pulling out his phone and frantically swiping before turning to stomp out of the bus.

“Sam! Where are you going?” Josh called after him and turned to follow.

“I’m looking up laundromats nearby to wash my damn sheets!”

Jake chuckled as they watched them both storm out. He knew he should be more sorry, but he couldn’t help but just be so happy that this night was ending much better than he had originally anticipated.

“These came with the food” Danny mentioned, grabbing a handful of tiny foil wrapped chocolates, offering one to Jake.

“Too sweet” Jake declined, stabbing his fork into his last bit of pasta then getting up to start cleaning up some of their mess before Josh and Sam came back. He couldn’t help but keep looking back with a smile on his face though as he watched his boyfriend peel open the wrappers and pop them into his mouth.

Danny chewed on the candy, savoring the velvety taste. “They are tasty though” he commented, planning on getting up to clean too as soon as he finished the chocolates.

Jake came from behind him and grabbed one shoulder, leaned over the opposite, and gently pulled Danny’s chin toward him until their lips were connecting, capturing him in a surprising kiss. Danny reached up and ran his fingers up through the hair at the back of Jake’s head, cradling him there as he kissed back once he realized what was happening.

Jake pulled back first, licking his lips with a cute little satisfied hum, “like I said, sweet”.

This was really fun to write! Hope you enjoyed my fav boys! Thanks @gracev0609 for hearing me out with this idea and hyping me up… came a long way from 500 words 😅

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Looking For The Hoes - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Season 2, Episode 8

After the travesty that happened, Naomi decided to go out for herself. She wanted to get out and see some of the world before she started her career. She had a couple places on her checklist that she wanted to go to, and some places like Sulani that she wanted to go as she always did with her mom in the summer.

Friday Night - Naomi went to a bar in Del Sol Valley hoping to meet some people from the area.

She met this guy - who she can't remember the name of and hooked up with him.

Early Friday morning around 4 am, she found herself drunk and falling asleep on the walk home to her apartment, alone. She could feel that she needed a shower pronto from the hookup that took place in the bar's bathroom.

Saturday - Naomi found herself traveling to Sulani for the day, even though she had a killer hangover, she thought she deserved some R and R. During the day, she spent her time sunbathing and swimming in Sulani's beautiful water. She even spent some time picking up some trash that she found on the beach.

Her parents and brother went home, but Naomi decided to stay. It was great seeing them again and enjoying this family vacation that has been a constant in Naomi's life.

During the family beach trip, Naomi filled her parents in on the break up with Gabrielle without revealing that Naomi was cheated on or what she did in revenge.

That night, Naomi headed over to Sulani's local bar and began drinking. Somehow, drinking slowly had become her crutch to reality. Everything that was wrong in her life was fixed with booze and sex. While at the bar, she met another random guy and hooked up with him.

He wanted to go home with her instead of hooking up in the bathroom, but she refused. She wasn't letting anyone in her apartment except family and friends, he didn't exactly fit the bill. She was only going to sleep with him and never see him again, at least that was the plan.

She slept with him and did the walk of shame home once again. As soon as she got back to her place, she took a shower, grabbed another drink, and slept.

Sunday night - Naomi went out again before she had to clock into her job tomorrow. She went to the city, San Myshuno, she missed the city life. Del Sol Valley had city elements, but it was nothing compared to San Myshuno, the culture, the festivals, Naomi could go on. She went to Honey Pop Karaoke to get some drinks and sing to her heart's content.

At the bar, she grabbed a drink and signed up for a spot at Karaoke, there was only one spot left. As she was telling the bartender that she wanted the spot, a very handsome black haired guy spoke up at the same time.

Naomi: Hey! I was going for that! It was the whole reason I came here!

Black haired beauty: Well, there's only one spot left and it was the only reason I came here too.

Bartender: That's not true Leo, you come here most nights I'm working.

Leo: Well, my twin has outed me, but the only solution I can come up with is that we sing a duet.

Naomi: I'm pretty good, can you keep up with me?

Leo: Oh I'm absolutely positive I can.

The two wait for their turn conversing over their drinks. Soon enough, they were up and as they approached the stage, Naomi was nervous to sing for the first time ever. She wasn't sure if it was because she was sharing the spotlight with someone who she barely knew or what it was.

But as the song started, her nerves were released as she heard Leo's beautiful voice.

They're duet ended and they smiled at each other. They were perfect pitch and everyone in the audience and at the bar were applauding them.

Leo: Hey, I know this is bold, but you want to get out of here? I know a place.

Naomi was itching for an adventure and trouble, hoping that was exactly what Leo was: You might be trouble for me, yeah let's get out of here.

The pair walked out together flirting and laughing.

To be continued....

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minimag1c · 2 years ago

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GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH ANOTHER SHITTY WRITING

C'EST BIBI AAAH

Ahem sorry.

Also not a cookie run one-shot this time, it's countryhumans. OK. Outrageous.

It was Supposed to Be a Rendez-vous At The Cinema But Oh God What's happening

Characters :

🇺🇸Usa |He/They (Questioning afab/panromantic asexual)

🇨🇿Czechia |She/They (Genderfluid afab/aromantic asexual)

🇵🇱Poland |She/Her (Cis female/bisexual)

🇩🇪Germany |He/Him (transgender ftm/unlabeled)

Request by Ambery101

➪Disclaimer :I don't know how to write chaos so I've just tried to make it at least interesting so uh yeah sorry in advance-

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"what about the roller-coaster? Apparently a new one just opened recently and it seems cool" Czechia said as she sipped a little bit from her Malinovka drink while Germany looked at his phone, trying to find anything places who were still open for this hot Sunday. The two alongside with Poland and -surprisingly- Usa just decided to hang out together since they didn't do it that much.

But it seems like the date was really a bad idea.

Of course, it was Sunday and that's means not a lot of buildings and other places for entertainment and other things such as restaurants, karaokes or swimming pools were closed. There wasn't a lot of people as well outside because they were in their house resting from the rough week while other can't even work like Tonga because it was against her country's rules.

At least they were lucky that this one was open for some times.

Poland took a bite of pierogi and looked at the Czech girl. "Mmh I'm not really into the roller-coaster thingie, I'm not a fan of height to be honest" she shrugged as she put down her fork and wiped her mouth with a small towel.

Czechia frowned a little but just let it pass, maybe there would be more places to go. "Alright then. let's see something else..." she checked the other places who were still open while Ame kept drinking his cranberry juice, still looking at Germany's phone who seemed to struggle a little to find one as well.

"Mmh... What about this karaoke? I've never been there but apparently it has a lot of positive reviews" he suggested as Usa finished the last drop of his drink and shrugged his shoulders. "sounds good to me! " Germany acquiesced too but the Czech girl seemed to hesitate. "Uhm... I don't know, I'm not really found on singing and plus my voice is not even that good." she added sheepishly. Usa was about to protest but Poland spoke first before him.

"Alright then, let's skip karaoke. After all, we just want everyone to enjoy this afternoon, right?" she said. Usa was about to say something but quickly shut their mouth and crossed their arms nearly like a pouting child while Germany chuckled a little, covering his mouth.

The German kept scrolling through his phone until he found something that caught his attention.

"What about this cinema? Apparently it's still open" he proposed while the three looked up.

"It's still open ?"Czechia asked, curious.

"uh Apparently?" usa said, leaning onto the German to have a better view of the site. "It close at 5 pm". Poland hummed and looked at her watch. "It's actually 4 pm. We still have time."she said and looked at her friends. "You guys are fine with this or no?"

"Mhm seems like a good idea. Sure. Why not?" Czechia said, smiling, looking over the two boys who nodded their head as well. The polish girl put her fork down and stood up a little bit dramatically, much to Czechia amusement.

"Then it's settled."she announced but hesitated a little." Uh who pays the food this time? " everyone looked at USA who looked at them back, a confused look but sighed in defeat and pulled out his wallet while Germany laughed a little.

Soon, the group left out the restaurant and walked away, chatting there and there as Czechia pulled out her phone from her pocket.

"Okay so, what movie should we watch?" She asked, looking at her friends. They both thought a little bit about it before suggesting some movies... Maybe a little too much for czechia to follow.

"Alright alright. Seems like you have a lot of suggestions." they added with a soft chuckle in which Germany responded by shrugging his shoulders, smiling.

"Maybe you should take notes?" Poland asked.

"Oh yeah you're right!" The Czech country said, and was about to look for their bag not knowing that their phone was in their hands.

But suddenly, czechia's blood ran cold and stood still like a statue, an horrified expression on their face.

"Czechia? You okay?? What's happeni- oh kurwa." Poland said, a frown starting to get on her face. Germany and USA looked at each other with a mix of confusion and concern.

"Hey what's happening?" the American asked, raising an eyebrow at the two girls. Germany was about to ask the same thing until he finally realized.

"You didn't took your bag." he said, his eyes widening as Czechia nodded. Usa seemed to notice it too and exclaimed with surprise.

"You didn't took your bag?! How didn't you notice???" he asked as Czechia looked at them, holding her hands up.

"I-i don't know how, but I was sure that I had it!" she stammered.

"Czechia, calm down! Maybe we just left it at the restaurant! No need to panic" Poland tried to reassure the Czech girl by putting her hand on her shoulder as Czechia inhaled and breathed sharply to calm herself down. "Alright, alright sorry.." she apologized.

"Maybe we should check at the restaurant, just in case?" Germany suggested, trying to ease the situation a little as Czechia though about it and slowly nodded.

"Y-yeah maybe we should do that." she said, still in shock.

[...]

The group went back to the restaurant, a little bit panting because they have run all the way back and it was probably not a very good idea since people kept looking at them in a weird way, maybe because it wasn't everyday that you see four persons with flag on their faces running like crazy.

But hey, at least they arrived. That's all matters.

Unfortunately, their seats were already taken by a small family and Czechia's bag was nowhere to be seen, in which the Czech girl was starting to get desperated.

"Don't panic, Czechia." Poland tried to reassure. "Maybe we can ask the waiter or someone like that?".

"Me and USA would ask them. Meanwhile, you two should probably find another solution in case if this doesn't work." Germany added as he took Usa's arm and dragged them inside the restaurant.

On the other hand, the two girls tried to check the surroundings, asking each person who came across the area if, perhaps, they've found a hippie bag somewhere around there. Unfortunately, they've all said no. Czechia was about to lose hope until a woman told them something different.

"I'm sorry I don't think i've saw a bag hanging around but maybe you two should check if there's another way to find it?" she suggested. Czechia though about it and Poland thank her, a little bit disappointed as the two came back where they left Ger and Usa, disappointed as well.

"I guess you two didn't found any clue as well" Poland stated as the two shook their head.

"no but we have found a random Karen yelling at the waiter so me and Ger thought that it would be better to leave them." Usa said bluntly, earning a confused look from Poland. Czechia sighed.

"we found nothing either in our sides but apparently we should find an other way to locate it. Usa, didn't you told me that the airpod you offered me as my birthday gift were real?"

Usa blinked in confusion. "w-what ? What does it has to do with your bag being stolen??" he asked but Czechia insisted. "the airpod you gave me. Are they real?"

"uh yeah but why tho-"

"if they are real than we could probably tell where are they located since I have already connected to my phone and they're always in my bag!" they realized. Poland and Germany both exanged a confused look.

"So you're telling me that there's a chance to find it in this way?" the polish girl asked.

"Yeah! You! Come with me" Czechia said as she grabbed the arm of Germany, earning a small yelp from the man.

"W-warte ab! Why ME-" Too late, he already got dragged away, leaving Usa and Poland awkwardly in the middle of the street.

The polish girl looked at Usa raising an eyebrow before shrugging and following the path the two have went. "let's hope that your gift would be useful"

Usa rolled his eyes.

[...]

It was 4:45 pm and Czechia as well with Germany was next to the lake where a lot of crowds would go usually. At this rate, the Czech girl was a this close of losing her self-control because of how much she was angry but tried to remain calm.

Well. She tried, much to Germany's concern.

When the two arrived at the police station, Czechia directly tried to find a free post that can take her the fastest way possible. At first, she stayed calm but eventually started to panic with the thought that her bag would be stole from across the city. Which was something she didn't really want to.

After all, who would want that.

And after 5 long minutes of waiting, they finally got received but the police was so annoying that they just decided to tell her with the most deadpan face that her bag was near the river and that's it, they kicked them and closed their door.

"Calm down Czechia I'm pretty sure that the robber who stole your bag isn't that far away? Poland and USA are already searching in their own!" he tried to reassure them but Czechia was still doubtful, knowing how sometimes, there will be still a lot of crowds forming near the lake and if karma decided to get mischievous today, she wouldn't be surprised if she found her bag floating on the water.

The two were about to go on the other side when the Czech girl got startled by someone who suddenly put their hands on their shoulders. Turned out it was Poland with widening eyes, as if she witnessed an horrifying sight, which seemed a little bit true with her constatation. USA was trailing behind, a small weird smile on his face.

"We found them."

"Excuse me what?"

The American designed with his knuckle, next to the other side of the lake, two men who were both taking pictures of themselves. They were quite far from the group but Germany could see that one of the men wore dreadlocks and a yellow shirt while the other a blue hat and a red one. At first, Czechia didn't knew why their friends pointed these two until they noticed that the one with the red shirt had something in his hand and held it as if it was a new item he bought and that he was proud of it.

And it was her bag! Well, she tough.

"What?! Wait wait wait, how can you two be sure that this is mine???" the Czech girl said, trying to not get too hopeful because she didn't wanted to make it awkward.

"Come on Czechia, this is litteraly your bag! Look, it even have the small mark that your knife pocket has done accidentally inside!" Poland whispered-yelled.

"Poland, you're kilometers away from them! How can you even te-" they got cut off when the polish girl suddenly turned their head to make them notice that the bottom of the item got a small stitch with a red string.

"Oh."

"See now?" Poland said in a mocking tone, making the Czech country rolling their eyes.

"Soo... What are we gonna do?" Germany asked, looking at his friends.

"what do you mean "what are we gonna do"?? Don't we just need to corner them, take the bag and report them to the police? "USA asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how it works. "Czechia said, a little bit worried about how Poland seemed to be on Usa's side.

"and I'm pretty sure that a plan is pretty useless at this rate. These two are literally taking pictures with YOUR bag inside the photo. Do you really think that they would realize that the girl that they have stolen the bag is just behind them, plotting to report them to the police??" the polish girl asked, earning a thoughtful "Mmh" from Germany, making Czechia sigh in exasperation.

"Alright, if y'all insist but we can't just bring ourselves to show up like that! Probably we should go two by two and corner them and-"

"Czechia. They are just as high as the burg Khalifa at this rate. First, they take pictures with your bag as if it's theirs then they don't even realize that four people who are standing in the middle of nowhere are watching them from afar, without being discreet."Poland said, deadpan. Czechia sighed once again.

"Alright then, but still Germany and USA you two stick together while Poland and I will follow them a little closer. Alright?" they instructed. Usa shrugged. "Alright then but can we at least jump on them when they have their back turned??" the American asked, oddly getting a little enthusiastic knowing the context.

"You know that my pocket knife is still in my bag right?" czechia constated, a little worried about how her friend was getting excited about having to fight with people because they have stole their bag.

"To be honest, I agree with Poland for once. They don't even seemed to be sober enough to know that they have an actual weapon even tho they had YOUR bag for, like, 2 hours already? Maybe? " Germany said, earning a surprised but energetic nod from the polish girl.

Okay probably that made Czech felt that the three were actually unhinged and it was a little disturbing. But hey, at least it's not that much chaotic even tho the author actually wanted to write something in this way but doesn't even know to do proper grammar so t

he gave up and made it at least bearable for the readers.

Anyway, the group of friends finally decided to go with it because not only the sun was about to go down but also because the two were starting to go away and they didn't want to lost them.

After they split up in two, Czechia saw that Germany and USA were in the other side, surprisingly cautious as well, following the two men. Seems like Poland was right after all, the thieves were litteraly being followed by four litteral countries but they didn't seem to realize that.

"Okay, how many minutes should we follow them like dumbass as if we're discreet even if we're not until we can grab your bag and report it to the police?" Poland asked, earning an exasperated sigh from Czechia.

"Look I'm trying my best to not panicking right now but knowing that I'm this close of either getting my stuff back or finding it in a mysterious car or thrown out in a dust bin." Czechia said out of reflex, feeling the panic back. Poland shrugged.

"sorry." she apologized.

"that's fine." Czechia replied.

"Guys?" USA said, gaining the attention of everyone. They've noticed the weird path of the two person who stumbled wobbly while completely ignoring - or maybe too much high to notice - the four.

The man with a red shirt was the one holding the bag while the one with dreadlocks held weird papers and keys that he kept swinging around his fingers while wobbling around with his friend.

Czechia wondered why did one of them had papers and keys until they found out that it was probably theirs. Czechia panicked even more.

That reached the point when the two thieves suddenly went apart, going into opposites directions.

Out of instinct, the Czech girl yelled.

"GET HIM!" Czechia said as Poland and USA didn't wait another second and launched at the guy who wore the blue hat and red shirt who seemed to barely react - or even understand - what's going on. However, the one with the dreadlocks knew exactly what was happening. Out of panic, he frantically looked around, trying to find a way to get out of this situation.

The man who escaped directly ran away while Usa still yelled at him to come back, leaving the red shirt one with Germany and Poland. On the meanwhile, Czechia automatically took her bag and frantically started to check inside, getting scared that it wasn't actually her and the red string was just a false proof. They felt their heart sink when they saw that there were nothing inside the bag. Poland was trying to calm down USA who was making sure that the thied with red shirt wouldn't escape and noticed how the Czech person was at this close of crying of stress until she nearly screamed in joy when she saw the airpods that helped her to track it. But soon, her joy was replaced with concern. Yes, it was her bag and her aipods were inside but aside from a handkerchief and pills, there was nothing else. Her Identity card and keys weren't there. That's when she noticed another thing as Poland got closer to her.

"Co. Polsko, where's Germany???" they asked as Poland also seemed to notice it too, even USA perked up, still making sure that one of the thief doesn't run away.

"Didn't he followed us?" the American asked, ignoring how the man he caught tried to bite his arms.

That was until they heard police voices and a booming one who gave commands.

It wasn't that far, in fact, it was 3 meters away only, so the three could at least see what was going on.

Then they saw three police officers, one of them pinning down the one with dreadlocks as one of them took the papers, keys and other stuff that he had in hand while the third one said something inside his talkie-walkie. During this scene, Germany just stood awkwardly a few inches away from them, his eyes widened and his arms crossed over his chest, saying nothing.

"I think those are yours m'am" one of the police officers said, going into Czechia's direction and handing the rest of the item who weren't inside the bag. The countryhumans didn't hesitated and took them, inspecting them and sighed in relief when she saw that her ID card and keys were actually hers.

Poland went to Germany and asked, a little bit confused. "uhm, care to explain how the fuck those guys found us?" she asked as the German coughed.

"Well, while you two were dealing with his partner, I noticed that the one who stole Czechia's belongings was about to run away, hoping inside a random bus. I didn't really wanted to fight him so the best that I could do was to call the police that we have found the culprit. To be honest, I thought that they would never come until they suddenly appeared behind the trees and bushes. "he tried to explain. The polish girl just let out a surprised "ah".

"Uhm... Sir? Could you please let us arrest the other culprit?" the other police officer asked to USA who was still holding tightly the man.

The American blinked a few times and gave like it was a simple item him to the other. "Sure, there you go." they calmly said, destabilizing a little bit the officer.

Czechia looked at the watch on her phone and widened her eyes, seeing how much time has passed and it was now 5:10 pm. And to think that it all started because they wanted to hang out together.

"M'am" one of the police officer said, peeking the concerned girl's attention. She turned her head to look at him.

"Ano? What's the matter?" she asked as the man seemed hesitant to tell about the thing he have noticed.

"we need to tell you something about the thieves" he said as Czechia blinked a few times in surprise, feeling a little concerned.

"uh okay, tell me please"

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"CO?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS A MINOR??!" Cezchia asked, well more like yelled to the police officer who widened his eyes a little and coughed awkwardly.

"Sorry m'am but as we saw his identity card that he is only 17 years old, we can't therefore perform a proper arrest." he explained.

Both Poland and Germany seemed to be confused. "Uh since when minors have an identity card?" the German asked as Poland shrugged her shoulders. On the other hand, Czechia was boiling in rage.

"HE LITTERALY HAVE A BEARD AND FUCKING WRINKLES!! HOW THE FUCK IS HE A MINOR??? AND A MINOR ON DRUGS WITHOUT SUPERVISION??" she resonated, still yelling, gaining the attention of a few people who were still there. The police officer still stood awkwardly but he still maintained his argument.

"as much as we want to invest in m'am, it clearly said that your thief is a minor and according to the laws, we can't perform an arrest."

Oh you don't know how angry Czechia was right now. Even USA seemed to notice it and joined Poland and Germany, who both also knew that it would end well.

Germany was about to stop the fight between Czechia and the police until he felt his phone vibrating inside his pocket.

[...]

It was nearly 8:30 pm and Berlin was sleeping on his desk, snoring loudly, as numerous papers scattered on his workplace while one of them had a small puddle of saliva on it. He was sleeping peacefully with nothing that would disturb his slumb-

"AY AY AY AY I'M YOUR LITTLE BUTTERFLY! AY AY AY I'M YOUR LITTLE BUTTERFLY! AY AY AY-"

Berlin suddenly woke up, more like got jumpscared in his dreams at the sudden ringtone. He grumbled a German curse word as he rubbed his eyes in tiredness and checked who the fuck was calling him at this hour.

To his surprise, it was Vienna.

Confused, the German picked it up and before even having the time to understand why did Austria's capital called him, he got yelled at, well in some way.

"DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED AFTER?? CAN YOU TELL ME??" the austrian yelled through the phone, making Berlin flinch from the sudden noise. The German capital waited for him to calm down and responded, with less energy and more confusion.

"Okay, first, what the fuck are you even talking about and second, what IS the thing that makes you yell at midnight??"

Vienna didn't talked for a small second before clearing his throat.

"okay, sorry from yelling but weren't you with Germany??" he asked as Berlin got more confused.

"but what are you even talking about??" the german asked.

"... Oh" was all austrian could say but upon hearing that, Berlin couldn't help but feel worried.

"But why, what's happening to him?" he asked as Vienna seemed to hesitate a little.

"uh I suggest you to see germany's story if I were you-" he quickly said as he hung up, leaving the berlinois even more confused. Hesitantly, he checked what Vienna has told him and looked what Germany have published.

To his surprise, the first thing he heard was someone yelling at a police officer in Czech.

He noticed that USA stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do as sometimes checked the camera while Poland tried at least to calm Czechia down a little while the officer started to lost it too.

Indeed, he understood why Vienna wanted to know what happened.

Without any second, he composed Germany's number and waited for the other German to answer. Finally, he answered, his voice loud but only to be heard, not because he was confident right now.

"ja...?" he hesitantly said, still cautious about how Poland tried to make sure that the argument doesn't go too far by holding Czechia.

"Ger, can you actually tell me what happened?" Berlin quickly said as the concerned one coughed awkwardly and cleared his throat, laughing nervously.

"W-well you see it was supposed to be a rendez-vous at the cinema and- oh god what's happening" he interrupted himself as he saw that USA was also trying to calm her down. Berlin just blinked in surprise.

"maybe I should ask tomorrow" he though as he hung up, not really knowing what to do.

Well better sleeping to forgot what just happened, I guess.

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AAAAH- *explode*ahem.

I came back from the dead to haunt you again with my shitty writing.

Anyway.

Ambery, I hope you still enjoyed even if it was trash I tried my best- if you didn't like it as well, I understand it's horrible-

(there's no beta read as well so yeah a gazillion of mistakes there, plot holes that-)

Peace. Well, I guess lol. *go back in my grave*

-Miranto

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sparks-joy-imagines · 3 years ago

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Hi! Could I request some hcs or a one shot (whichever you prefer!) where Gojo finds out reader has never orgasmed with a partner before because her previous partners were kind of asses. Thank you either way! Have a lovely day! :)

hello love~ I figured I might as well turn this into a one shot because there had been just so~ many ideas floating around my head for this (including a few Japan traumata lol) - I hope you're ready to buckle up cause this one comes in at 5k appr. enjoy -mesu. PS: A very special thanks to niob for beta-ing this monster and talking me through it!!!❤

Gojō Satoru x f!reader warnings: vaginal penetration, oral sex (receiving), Gojō being a smug arse

You cursed the day you were born. Actually, no. You cursed the day Gojo Satoru was born to torment your existence.

The first time you had met Gojo it had been your first year teaching at Kyoto jujutsu high and your first impression had been that no single living being could withstand his gaze of scrutiny. Given, as the wielder of both infinity and the six eyes there wasn’t anyone on his level to begin with, but did he really have to be an arse about it? Who even hired him as a teacher – a person supposed to be of pedagogic value – in the first place?

Luckily, you didn’t have to see him all that often, usually just whenever the time of year came around for the good-will event with the sister school in Tokyo but he had picked up an unhealthy interest in your person and relentlessly teased you for whatever you did and didn’t do alike.

Utahime had once suggested that it was Gojo’s twisted way of flirting with you and you couldn’t help but scoff and reply that you had seen Gojo flirting. And it was nothing alike how he was acting towards you. Afterwards, Utahime had taken pity on you and acted as an intermittence between you and Gojo so he wouldn’t get under your skin anymore, albeit he mostly ended up getting under hers instead.

At least, that was until tonight. With the students being sound asleep in bed, everyone involved in the event unanimously had decided to head for a drink at a fancy bar in Ginza to celebrate the event ending more or less successfully despite the unforeseen interference of some higher ranked curses and you ended up sitting sandwiched between Utahime and Shoko who both had insisted on a girl’s table away from curious colleagues and ears, while the other staff were seated at a slightly larger table just out of earshot.

The back of your head hit your nape when you downed what felt like the 7th shot of nihonshu. The alcohol prior to the shots had already infiltrated your system, leaving your senses foggy and your tongue loose. You weren’t about to spill your secrets just yet, but it was definitely getting harder to suppress the glances you’d love to gift Gojo who seemed entirely unfazed by any of the liquor he had consumed this evening.

That prick has to use his innate techniques to cope with the alcohol!

You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the tall man across the table who hadn’t even bothered to take his blindfold off while sporting a vaguely amused if aloof expression while the headmaster of Kyoto high and Tokyo high appeared to be in a heated discussion. Speaking of rude.

Lost in your thought of how much you longed to wipe that smirk off of Gojo’s face, you didn’t follow the topic of conversation of your friends at the table who definitely had one nihonshu too many.

“I’m telling you, anatomically speaking, it’s just unfair. It’s so much easier for men to achieve an orgasm, alright? It’s as if nature was against us women,” Shoko sighed dramatically, taking the nihonshu bottle to refill the shot glasses only to find it empty. Another, this time desperate, sigh followed.

“What’s even worse is that men usually don’t care about their partner's pleasure at allll,” Utahime responded with a distinct lull in her voice while she was already close to resting her cheek on the table. She’s definitely had enough but that didn’t stop her from going on, “Ever since I started dating, there’s been what? Maybe two decent enough guys that actually cared if I came too or not.”

“Sounds about right,” Shoko agreed, apparently trying to find some universal truth in the emptiness of the bottle she was still holding onto.

You shot a glance to the two unhappy women at your side, deciding that it was time to share your two cents of truth under your breath, “At least you’ve had partners before who took care of your needs, too. I for once have only been with arseholes who could care less if I came or not. And so I never did… so…consider yourselves lucky? I guess.”

As expected, your volume made it impossible for them to catch what you were revealing and Utahime unbeknownst interrupted the aftermath to your soft confession by suddenly straightening her posture in a surge of drunken energy, grabbing one of your and Shoko’s hands respectively to declare something about not letting this circumstance prevent anyone from having a great night.

You could’ve sworn the corner of Gojo’s mouth perked up the second you shot him another glance…

A few drinks, a second bar, and a couple hours later.

Your head was spinning slightly and you leaned your back against the wall of the establishment you’d just stepped out of. Damn your senpai for making you drink. You soaked in the wet, clean night air which could only be achieved during the rainy season in Tokyo.

The moment you pressed your eyes shut you could hear Utahime demanding to move onto a karaoke bar and continue this until morning. Of fucking course, you thought to yourself and opened your eyes, desperate for any excuse to skip what was about to come.

Among general consensus with a few nods and exclamations here and there, you slowly noticed how Gojo was watching you intently. By now he had actually gotten rid of his blindfold and was sporting his dark shades, his soft hair was framing his angular face, slightly damp by the drizzle and you would have gladly punched him for the way the street lights and shop signs reflected in his hair.

Still, right now you had other things to worry about and so you took a deep breath and spoke up, “Thanks for this evening but I’ll have to take my leave now. It’s already late and I don’t think my voice can handle singing right now.” An obvious lie as your voice was just fine, but it’d do the trick of getting you out of corporate pressure.

And that’s exactly what happened. Your excuse was accepted at face value and you were wished a good night’s rest. Umbrellas were opened and the group made of two faculties strolled towards the closet illuminated Karaoke sign.

You waited until everyone was on the move, so you could gather yourself in your time without any scrutinising eyes on you.

“Leaving an intoxicated damsel to her own devices? How could I be the strongest without taking care of her? Allow me to lead you home, (Y/N)~”

Just when you thought you had lived through the worst, Gojo’s voice piped up right next to your ear. You hadn’t seen him stay behind and now he was close, dangerously so, and he didn’t even care to hide the glee in his voice.

You managed to turn your head in his direction and gift him – what was in your imagination – a nasty stare. For Gojo, it rather seemed like you were trying your best to fixate your dizzy gaze on him.

He sighed and for once dropped his excruciating façade, speaking in a normal tone, “Seriously tough, (Y/N), I’d rather lead you home. Tokyo’s far from being safe at night.”

Seeing and actually hearing Gojo apparently genuinely concerned made you weigh your chances enough that you finally sighed in defeat, “Fine. But only up to the doorstep.”

Gojo blinked at you repeatedly, appearing almost insulted that you dared to think him a man who would take advantage of women like that – truth being that he was more insulted that you thought that he was actually in need of such tricks – and made an off-hand remark of how he could never.

You waved your hand dismissively and slowly tried to straighten your posture, “You’re here by car, right? That’s why you used your innate technique to not get drunk. Wish I could’ve done the same, wouldn’t be dying of spinning world syndrome right now.”

That stopped Gojo’s rant about his hurt pride. A sheepish smirk appeared on his lips and he stated flatly, “You noticed.”

You nodded, which turned out to have been a terrible idea. Nausea overcame you and you tried to curl into a ball, but Gojo was next to you in a second, smoothly wrapping his long arm around your waist while his free hand reached for your hand, easily securing your stance like that.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?”

You nodded and simply concentrated on not getting sick while he led you towards the parking lot where his car was parked. He left you shortly to pay for the ticket and you leaned against one of the nearby vending machines, concentrating on your breathing.

A few moments later the relatively quiet night was disturbed by the low roar of what turned out to be a pricey sports car. It didn’t take long for Gojo to stop said car right in front of you. Ever the gentleman he stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the door to the passenger’s side for you, offering his hand to you for assistance. The entire picture which enfolded in front of you seemed to be taken out of a romance.

Only when you wobbled over to the car and felt the infinity between your hand and Gojo’s you snapped back to reality, pursing your lips as you stated, “You never let anyone actually touch you, do you?”

“If someone’s worth my while, sure I do,” Gojo replied with a sly smile, but something in his eyes appeared resigned, almost lost. But maybe that was just your imagination? Almost promising.

You didn’t even have time to follow-up on his statement as he simply shut the door in your face, cutting any further discussion short. Soon, Gojo settled in the driver’s seat and drove off towards your hotel. You didn’t even question how he knew where he needed to go.

Silence fell upon you and you simply turned your gaze to the flashing street lights, allowing you to marvel at Tokyo’s nocturnal atmosphere for a while. This was so much better than making your way through the confusing public transport in time for the last train. You shot Gojo another gaze and were surprised to find him diligently keeping his eyes on the road.

At once you wondered if you unwittingly had been keeping him from joining the others at karaoke. Singing one’s soul out and getting undressed in the process seemed right up Gojo’s alley.

“…Thank you for taking me back to the hotel. I appreciate it. You… didn’t really have to do this though, I’m sure you wanted to attend karaoke with the others,” you started off your half-apology.

A soft yet deep chuckle escaped Gojo’s throat.

“Oh sure I did, hun. There’s been something on my mind concerning you which is just soooo much more fun than karaoke could ever be after all,” Gojo casually replied, eyes never straying from the road.

You frowned and cocked your head in an inquisitive manner.

“Don’t act confused now, love,” Gojo smirked as he pulled over and parked the car right next to the entrance of the hotel. He unfastened his seatbelt to turn to you completely and casually rested his elbow against his seat, “Now, why don’t you tell me about never having orgasmed with a partner before?”

The question hung in the air for a moment as Gojo watched you curiously while you didn’t believe the meaning behind what your ears had picked up on.

“I…,” you spilled quickly, already feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. This had to be a nightmare. How did he know of that? You never told a soul, too embarrassed by your unfortunate choice of past sexual partners, and now Gojo Satoru – out of all possible people – knew of your secret?!

The panic must have shown on your face as Gojo’s smug expression softened slightly and he leaned closer to you, only stopping when the tip of his nose almost collided with yours, “You should take more care who might be listening in when you’re talking to yourself, (Y/N).”

You nodded once and leaned back, avoiding Gojo’s touch and gaze as best you could, “T-thanks for the ride.” Even if his revelation had thrown you off entirely, you tried your best to hide it.

“My pleasure. I’ll have to insist on taking you to your room though.” Gojo’s tone was unforgiving and made it very clear that you wouldn’t get out of him walking you all the way.

You sighed deeply and submitted to your fate, sinking into your seat until he had rounded the car and opened the passenger’s door so you could accept his hand to disembark in a semi-elegant manner.

Once you had found your balance he let go of your hand, matching your pace as you walked towards your room, acting as if he hadn’t just nonchalantly invaded your privacy. You shot him several glances but Gojo acted very interested in the interior of the hotel. You didn’t buy it though. Obviously he was just relishing in the fact that he got under your skin.

So he didn’t want to push any further? Fine by you. You huffed softly and pushed the button for your floor once you boarded the lift, Gojo strolling on your heels, hands shoved into the pocket of his trousers.

You refrained from looking at anything close to Gojo’s direction, albeit you could feel his piercing gaze on you. You used the time of the short ride to get your room card out of your purse and as soon as the automatic doors opened, you darted out of the lift and unlocked the door to your room with a soft beep.

Barely having shuffled inside you got rid of your purse and turned around to thank Gojo once again, finding him right on your doorstep.

“Thanks, Gojo, I appreciate what you did tonight,” you smiled awkwardly at the close proximity and mustered the courage to look into his eyes, just to be surprised by their intensity.

“Of course,” Gojo hummed, resting his left arm on the doorframe he leaned closer, stopping right before crossing the threshold with his movements. He easily kept your eyes locked in his, making you all but forget about bringing some distance between you.

“Before I leave… y’know I could help you out with your little problem, (Y/N). If you’re up for it, that is.”

Gojo’s voice was low, eyes dark, pupils dilated with a certain hunger as they stared right into your soul.

When his words registered a soft gasp unwittingly left your lips as your eyes grew wide.

Just what was happening? Had Utahime been right all along?

The next moment Gojo was leaning down to you, making all but sure that your senses shut down to a bare minimum. Standing there frozen in place, time seemed to slow down around you as your eyes flickered from Gojo’s luscious lips to his cyan eyes and back to his lips again.

Was this really happening right now?

Your heart pounded against your chest harshly and you pressed your eyes shut to calm your nerves. That is when you felt his soft lips against the skin of your cheek, undoubtedly skin on skin. He‘d really turned his infinity off!

“As I have told you prior, I don’t take advantage of intoxicated women. But as I understand it, you still have a couple hours before your bullet train back to Kyoto tomorrow. I’ll be waiting for you, (Y/N). You won’t regret it. . .~”

You held your breath and nothing. When you finally opened your eyes again Gojo was gone. Simply vanished! He had done exactly what he had promised to do. Taken you home, up to your doorstep and not a millimetre further.

Did this mean that he was going to keep what he offered if you turned up at his doorstep tomorrow? Up until now Gojo had never given you any reason to doubt him. Sure, he was a prick, but he was honest about being a prick. At least that was more than could be said about any of your former affiliations.

It took a couple more moments before you managed to close the door and turn in to a sleepless night contemplating if you might as well take Gojo up on his offer.

The next day. After some empty excuses to Utahime of why you couldn’t spend the last hours in Tokyo together. In front of Gojo’s apartment.

You stared at the kanji at the apartment, contemplating if you should really proceed now. It had been a pain to get Gojo’s address, dodging several inquisitive questions of Utahime, but now that you were finally here you weren’t sure if you should be anymore.

Given Gojo had lived up to every single thing he had proclaimed so far, plus he never had given you any reason not to trust him. Still, did being here meant that you were willing to compromise your integrity for something as trivial as good sex? More so than the actual act, you were afraid of what it might mean for your future relationship with Gojo; which would be anything but professional hereafter.

Before you could spiral further into second guessing yourself, the apartment door in front of you opened smoothly, offering the view to a slightly dishevelled looking Gojo apparently just out of the shower.

The moment you locked eyes with his bare ocean orbs, a smug grin emerged on his face, “Fancy seeing you here, (Y/N). Come in.”

You mumbled a greeting and stepped into his modern apartment, quickly getting rid of your shoes and outer layers while Gojo walked further back into the flat calling out to you, “Can I offer you something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Pineapple juice?~”

You rolled your eyes, very convinced that you just shouldn’t have come here. You followed Gojo’s voice into a broad living room with an open kitchen. The colours and décor were kept simple, black and white, sometimes a splash of colour in the colour of his goddamn eyes.

After having accessed the surroundings to your heart’s content you turned to Gojo, “Do you happen to have pineapple juice – notoriously known for apparently for making the taste of oral sex sweeter – at hand for your guests at all times? Or did you go shopping for me yesterday?”

A soft chuckle, “I happen to like the flavour. Plus, I am quite certain your juices aren’t in need of any enhancement.” A wink followed. What a bastard.

Ignoring the faint blush that emerged on your cheeks, you countered, “And what exactly makes you so sure about that, mh?”

Gojo shortly nibbled on his full lips as he sized you up with hungry eyes. Then, he slowly rounded the kitchen counter until he stood right in front of you. The smell of his surprisingly fruity after-shave intoxicated your senses.

“Wanna find out?”

You managed a nod and Gojo smirked wider, simply lifting you up on the counter so you were closer to eye level with him.

And then he finally let his soft luscious lips collide with yours, involving you in a breathless, inifity-less kiss while your arms wrapped around his neck on their own accord. Gojo smirked against your lips pulling you closer to himself, gladly taking the opportunity to feel up through the fabric of the blouse you were wearing for travel.

How you cursed the school’s clothing protocol at that moment!

Frowning slightly you broke the kiss, quickly trying to get rid of your blouse with your hands, but Gojo had other plans, catching your hands in his he leaned closer and purred on your lips, “Ah-ah (Y/N), there’s still plenty of time till your bullet train. No need to rush~ This is more than a mere quicky to shoot one’s load and carry on, after all. I need you to relax and enjoy the ride.”

You weren’t quite sure what did the trick. The proximity to him or his genuine tone, but you visibly relaxed and started shamelessly feeling Gojo up in return. You weren’t surprised to find defined abs when you pushed the fabric of his shirt out of the way and followed their lines for a bit before you moved on to explore his back.

“Good girl,” Gojo chuckled in your ear and let out a teasing gasp in response to your initiative before he went to nibble on your earlobe, making you cross your legs behind his hips as a soft whimper escaped your lips.

“Sensitive, are we?”

Gojo moved back, capturing your lips in another kiss, this time parting yours with his cheeky tongue so he could explore your mouth to his heart’s content. You happily complied and concentrated on his tongue enough that you didn’t notice how he skilfully unbuttoned your blouse.

Your legs tightened around Gojo’s hips and you moaned when you felt his growing bulge through the fabric. Gojo took this opportunity to kiss down your neck only to ravish it mercilessly while his hands had taken a liking to your boobs, kneading them through your lacey bra.

“Hah~” More and more lewd noises filled the heated air as Gojo pinched your hardened nipples just the right amount to send shivers down your spine and you were glad that you didn’t have to depend on your trembling legs anymore.

Desperate for support you scratched blindly over Gojo’s upper arms which led him to gift you a wolfish smile as he pulled back enough to strip off your blouse and a swift motion later your bra followed.

Pouting slightly you picked on his shirt, making Gojo scoff and get rid of it, too. You sighed content about the equal stages of undress and wiggled slightly on top of the counter, enjoying the friction this provided against both the fabric of your pants and Gojo’s bulge.

“You little minx,” Gojo growled lowly, suddenly pinning you down to the counter by your neck. The cold surface sent a shiver through the entirety of your body. He adjusted his grip to be more gentle, yet still determined enough to hold you in place, actively preventing you from escaping from his touch. You would welcome the sweet torture that was to follow deliberately and Gojo was very aware of that.

Soon enough Gojo began his agonisingly slow treatment of your torso, mouthing his way from your collar bones to your chest where he spent his sweet time circling each nipple with his tongue.

You didn’t know what exactly he was doing with his shameless long tongue but you had never felt your body rise to the touch on its own quite like that and it took a minute to recognise it was your own voice which echoed through the apartment so obscenely.

Desperate for more stimulation which Gojo still withheld from you, you tried to pull him closer with your crossed legs, earning a suppressed moan from him as his erect member brushed against your clothed sex. How much you would’ve given for those layers to finally be gone.

“You really haven’t been getting laid properly at all, huh.”

Completely unnerved by now you groaned and shot Gojo an acid glare, but the elite sorcerer just chuckled to himself as he straightened back up, sizing you up in the process once again. You had never seen his eyes this dark.

In a split second his hands were undoing your pants as if they had never done anything else in his life and a few moments later you were sitting on the counter completely undressed.

When you blinked away your surprise, Gojo brushed another deep kiss on your lips, humming on them, “I’d hold onto something if I were you~”

And then he dove down to your core, hands holding your hips in place well aware that you wouldn’t be able to hold still.

As soon as his lips connected to your nether folds, a lightning impulse flashed through your body and your loudest moan yet left your lips. Your head flew back by itself and you wreathed as best you could on the counter top for either more or less friction, you weren’t quite sure.

All the while Gojo relentlessly continued his pursuit of your sex, tongue swirling expertly over and around your clit, building up a certain intensity before he moved down slightly to lick and mouth at your entrance.

You desperately held onto the edge of the counter for support, spilling his name over and over again, while Gojo cheekily thrust his tongue into you for a taste before he redirected his attention to your clit again.

The coil in your core seemed to harden and become undone at the same time and another flick of Gojo’s tongue made you scream as you jerked up as you finally hit your high. Juices spilled out of your cunt and you buried your flushed face in your hands while your entire body was convulsing in ecstasy.

Gojo made sure to keep his grip on you so you wouldn’t slide down from the counter, licking his soiled lips. Once he was sure that your breathing calmed down a bit he gently stroked away a couple of stray strands of hair and smirked, “Told ya you weren’t in the need of any enhancement, babe. You’re to die for~”

Still concentrating on your oxygen intake you were feeling rather overwhelmed with everything that had played out just now. It took a bit of bargaining with yourself to search for Gojo’s gaze again, but when your eyes met you immediately noticed the mixture of hunger and smug complacency in his. He had gotten you good, but you decided you weren’t going to leave before payback.

And so you cocked your brow up and smirked, “I admit you lived up to your word, Gojo. Mind if we take round two to the bedroom?”

A grin.

“Not at all, princess,” Gojo replied and picked you up bridal style to carry you off into his chamber.

Gojo’s bedroom was dark. Both furniture and bedding were either held in a dark grey or black and the shades were lowered. When Gojo let you down on the bed you took a look around and tended your head slightly at the unexpected interior.

You were torn out of your thoughts when you heard Gojo unbuckle his belt, followed by the sound of his zipper and turned back to see him in his whole glory.

His member was definitely on the larger side, but you were happy to see it came short of what you knew would be painful to insert. It had a nice girth and was slightly tended to the right, the tip glistening with pre-cum meant for your prior endeavors. You licked your lips unconsciously, eager to feel it in you.

“Marveled at my dick enough, have we? ” Gojo smirked knowingly and reached for a condom which just happened to lie on top of his nightstand.

You nodded slightly and watched him routinely put it on, before you pulled him on top of the bed and ravished his mouth with yours. He had deserved your undivided attention after making true of his promise and you were way past the stage of having any second thoughts.

Gojo curled his lips against yours, easily positioning himself on top of you while his hands were suddenly all over your body. It seemed like he wanted to leave his touch on every inch of your being and honestly? At this very moment you didn’t mind if he did.

The energy between the two of you grew hotter by the minute and you gasped for breath when he readjusted your hips so his member was prodding against your entrance.

“Last chance, (Y/N)…hng~”

The strain in his voice did it for you and you brushed a fleeting kiss on his cheek on your way to his ear, “Take me already, Satoru!”

A deep groan reverberated in Gojo’s upper body at the mention of his first name and he penetrated you in a swift, smooth motion, making both of you moan with pleasure.

He gave you a moment before he moved, offering the opportunity to get used to his considerable size before he started moving at a cheeky pace. Something had just clicked between the two of you and you moved against him as if you had never done anything else in your life. It felt liberating. It felt right. . .

A couple many minutes and exchanges of ecstasy later.

You were laying sprawled half-way over Gojo while he lazily played with your slightly damp hair. After your last round he had suggested a shower since you technically still had a train to catch and you thought it a good idea.

If you hadn’t stopped him, you would’ve also stained his bathroom with his name. Who would’ve thought that his infinite also applied to sexual stamina? But then again, it was Gojo who you were talking about.

You weren’t quite sure how this session was going to change your relationship with Gojo in the future, but you definitely didn’t regret going through with it.

You shuffled slightly on the bed and stretched slightly, “Mh, what’s the time?”

“Hn, ten past two,” Gojo replied with a raspy, yet slightly amused voice.

Ten past two. Ten past two. The bullet train back to Kyoto you were supposed to board was leaving at half past two!

You jumped out of the bed, hurriedly reaching for your clothes.

“FUCK!”

“Any time, (Y/N)”

You shot Gojo another glare, painfully aware that he had to have known.

Gojo only gifted you a wink and grinned, “If you are going to be as nice to me as you were just now the next time we meet, I might be willing to help you out, (Y/N)~”

You cursed the day you were born. Actually, no. You cursed the day Gojo Satoru was born to torment your existence.,

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Plank All Over Me - Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Plank All Over Me Masterlist

“Welcome back to Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts.” James Cordan said to the camera. “I’m here with Tom and Y/n Holland.”

“Oh my God.” Tom looked at you with wide eyes as you both thought the same thing.

“He introduced us.” You realized. “We can’t do our bit.”

“You’re my wife now, darling. You get to do anything you want.” Tom stated at he looked at James. “James, we’re actually Dave and James Franco.”

“Who’s who?” James humored you, well aware of the way you and Tom acted in interviews.

“I’m clearly the James.” You mumbled as you smoothed your dress.

“Dave is more attractive.” Tom shrugged sassily and you made a face at him.

“Can we start the game?” James playfully interrupted and you and Tom sat up straight.

“Yes, sorry.” You nodded as James began to explain the rules of the game. You’d seen the bit enough times to know how to play, so you tuned James out a little. You didn’t mean to, you just had a lot on your mind lately. There was something you needed to tell Tom and you hadn’t found the right way to do it yet.

“The first question is for Y/n and since I love her so much I’m going to give her the hot sauce.” James smiled wickedly as he got the hot sauce in front of you.

“Mmm.” You said sarcastically and grimaced at the camera.

“Who got the drunkest at your wedding?” James read off the card before looking at you. You pursed your lips as you thought about the answer before chuckling.

“Probably Tom.” You laughed as you pointed at your husband who was sat across the table from you. His face lit up with laughter as he folded his arms.

“Yeah, I was gonna say. Ryan Reynolds and I had a drinking competition that I definitely won.” He said smugly, making the audience cheer.

“I never imagined I’d be standing by Blake Lively’s side on my wedding day, screaming “CHUG” at my husband, but I’m glad it happened. You made me proud.” You said to Tom with a fond pout on your face.

“Aw.” Tom held his hand over his heart as you stared at each other lovingly.

“Gross.” James deadpanned, making the two of you laugh.

“Next question is for Tom and I am going to give you the cockroaches.” You said as you spun the table. “Love you, honey.”

“It’s looking at me.” Tom gagged as he picked up a cockroach and quickly dropped it back in the little glass bowl.

“How dare that slutty, dead cockroach stare at you.” You joked. “Tell it you’re married.”

“I swear, you two are the strangest couple I had ever sat with.” James shook his head as he laughed.

“We get that a lot.” You and Tom said in unison.

“Okay, Tom, who is the most unprofessional Avenger on set?” You read off your card before setting it back on the table.

“Ooo. That’s a tough one since they’re all so badly behaved.” Tom clicked his tongue and the audience laughed gleefully.

“No, I’m joking.” He smiled at the reaction. “I’m gonna go with Evans because he’s pretty much a ten year old. Like, he carries around one of those tiny skateboards - what are they called?”

“Tech Decks.” You told him.

“Yeah. He carried around a Tech Deck and runs it over everyone’s arms when we’re blocking scenes.” Tom explained as he did the motion of the mini skateboard on the table.

“I have also seen him covered in Cheeto dust countless times.” You added. “He will straight up come to set with orange fingers. He is the opposite of Captain America.”

“I hate that. We call them Wotsitz in England and it makes me cringe.” Tom shuddered as he moved the table. “James, I’m gonna give you the bird saliva.”

“It looks warm.” James commented as he picked it up to examine it. “That’s so unsettling.”

“Ick.” Tom grimaced and picked up a card. “James, which guest would you not invite back to the show?”

The audience reacted accordingly and you raised your eyebrows at the host.

“I can’t answer that.” James held his hand over his mouth as he stared at the bird saliva in front of him.

“Then why do you get asked that in every installment of Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts?” You asked bluntly, making the audience laugh.

“That’s an excellent question and I’m going to think about it while I drink this bird saliva.” James looked you right in the eyes as he took a sip from the small glass. You cringed when he swallowed it and immediately went to take a sip of water.

“Ew. Is it thick?” You wondered as he coughed into his elbow.

“You don’t want to know.” James said hoarsely, shaking his head.

“Do I go now?” Tom asked, already forgetting the order of turns.

“Yes, you pick for Y/n.” James told him as he wiped his mouth.

“Okay.” Tom smiled deviantly and spun the table. “I’m gonna give you the turkey testicles because I know how much you love-“

“Tom.” You cut him off with a stern look.

“Turkey burgers.” He finished his sentence. “She loves turkey burgers.”

You squinted your eyes at him as he laughed devilishly.

“I’m about to walk out.” You threatened him once your fate was put in front of you.

“It’s not a true interview with us unless one of us threatens to leave.” Tom noted as he picked up his card. “Who do you think is the smallest Avenger?”

“Oh, definitely Mackie.” You answered confidently, relieved you didn’t have to eat the “food” in front of you.

“But he’s taller than me.” Tom tilted his head in confusion and your eyes widened.

“Oh you meant height?” You asked, fully misunderstanding the original question. The audience erupted into laughter and you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“WHAT?” James asked as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“I thought you were asking about something else.” You said sheepishly as you shrunk in your seat.

“This is CBS.” He reminded you and you have an apologetic grin.

“Next question.” You requested, wanted to move on from your lapse in judgment.

“This ones for Tom and I’m giving you the salmon smoothie.” James decided. “Tom, how much did you get paid for Spiderman: Far From Home?”

“Enough to put a 20 karat ring on Y/n’s finger.” Tom response was immediate and you lit up in delight. You held your hand up to your ear so the camera could see it.

“With matching earrings.” You said coyly before letting out a laugh, all while Tom watched you with a childlike grin.

“My turn. I’m gonna give you the tarantula. James.” You decided and picked up a card. “Who was your least favorite guest on Carpool Karaoke?”

You held the card to your chest as you looked at him expectantly, knowing he’d never answer it.

“I can’t answer that.” He shook his head. “I have an answer but I can’t say it.”

“When you met Lin Manuel Miranda, did he bite his lip?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Tom burst out laughing at you, knowing exactly what you were talking about.

“Oh my God. She’s obsessed with that one picture of the guy.” Tom explained.

“It’s so funny. EUHYYYHY WE WERE MARRIED THAT NIGHT.” You imitated the countless singing videos of Lin Manuel Miranda you’d seen on Tik Tok that left you in tears of laughter every night.

“I hear this everyday.” Tom told James as you laughed at yourself.

“I can’t. I can’t. Sorry Lin.” You giggled again before calming down.

“Lin was perfectly lovely and we would love to have him back.” James brought the conversation back to the question. “I have an answer but I just can’t say who it was.”

“Then you better put that spider in your mouth.” Tom nodded towards the spider.

“It’s easy. I do it all the time. Wink wink.” You gave the camera an over exaggerated wink.

“Oh My God. Every time.” Tom scolded you as you made yet another innuendo.

“It smells horrible.” James whined as he leaned down to sniff the tarantula.

“Well it’s a dead bug. Were you expecting Japanese Cherry Blossom?” You sassed him.

“Oh God. Here we go.” James plugged his nose and took a tiny bite of the spiders leg.

“How is it?” Tom wondered as he watched in disgust. “Is it crunchy?”

“It’s gooey.” James told him before wiping his face with his napkin.

“I could’ve told you that.” You shrugged, causing Tom to give you a stern look that told you to behave.

“Stop it.” He couldn’t contain his laughter. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s my turn to ask Y/n.” James said as he looked around the table for what hadn’t been used yet.

“Fire away.” You said casually despite the butterflies in your tummy over what he could possible ask you.

“Okay Y/n, I’m gonna give you the grasshoppers.” You bit your tongue between your teeth as James moved the table towards you.

“Delicious.” You grimaced as you poked around in the bowl of grasshoppers.

“Y/n, if you had to date one of Tom’s brothers to save his life, which would you pick?” James read off the card and the audience murmured with anticipation.

“How would I get into that situation?” You stalled your answer, knowing you’d have to pick between hurting Toms feelings or eating a bug.

“And how do I prevent her from getting into that situation?” Tom added, making you laugh. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew the question bothered him.

“You have to answer the question or get to eating. Come on now, before they hop away.” James joked, making the audience laugh. You stared into the bowl of grasshoppers and knew there was no way you could put it on your mouth without throwing up. You gulped and looked at your husband, giving him an apologetic pout before looking at James.

“I guess Sam.” You said weakly and quickly moved the grasshoppers away from you.

“Why Sam?” James asked, always trying to get the best response he could.

“That’s not the question.” You quipped as you taped the card with your fingernail.

“I want to know too.” Tom spoke up, making your stomach drop. You shrugged and folded your arms to look relaxed.

“He was the first one that came to mind and I don’t think you’d want me to sit here and go over the pro’s and con’s of dating all your brothers. Plus, he’s a great chef.” You answered, and to your surprise, Tom smiled.

“That’s true.” He nodded. “Good job, baby.”

“Thank you.” You blew him a playful kiss which he caught and then pretended to throw away to get a laugh. You shot him a look before returning your attention to the table.

“Stop it.” You warned. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s your turn, Mrs. Holland.” Tom said, always taking the opportunity to call you that.

“Okay. I’m gonna give you the bulls penis.” You said lovingly as you moved the table.

“You’re too kind, my love.” He teased as it landed in front of him.

“I know. It’s my gift since you always give me the-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Tom cut you off. “I don’t even want to know how it ends.”

“Fine. I won’t.” You gave the audience a pointed look and they laughed at your antics. You picked up your card and read the question, immediately laughing at what it asked. You were about to read the question when an idea popped into your head. Tom noticed the way your expression changed and sensed something was up.

“Oh no. I’m scared already.” He smiled nervously as you looked at the card again. Finally, you looked Tom in the eye and gave him a soft smile.

“Are you excited to be a father?” You asked the question that had been weighing on your mind ever since you took a pregnancy test in an airport bathroom two days ago. You wanted to break the news in a memorable way, and constantly being on planes or in cars made that difficult.

This show, however, made it easy.

Toms face melted from a playful smile to wide eyes at your question. The audience quieted down as everyone waited for Tom’s response.

“What?” He asked slowly, studying your face closely to see if you were joking.

“That’s what it says.” You put it simply, makes Toms face shift into a smile. James took the card fork where you had set it down, knowing damn well his writers hadn’t put that as a question, and read it.

“This card says “how big is it?”” James read off the card as he looked at you, making you chuckle slightly.

“I took a creative liberty.” You shrugged. Tom and James looked at each other, both thinking the other was up to something.

“Are you pregnant?” Tom leaned closer to you from across the table to ask.

“You don’t get to ask a question until you’ve chosen what food I have to eat.” You reminded him as you gestured to the table.

“Not to make this about me, but It’s also not your turn.” James threw in a joke as he watched the drama unfold.

“Cow tongue.” Tom said quickly and shifted the table so the cow tongue was in front of you. He looked up at you with all the hope in the world as you gagged at the tongue. “There. Are you really pregnant?”

“Oof.” You blew out a breath. “That’s a toughy.”

“That’s a toughy?” Tom asked in exasperation. You could see his leg bouncing under the table from anticipation but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

“Yeah. I mean, I really want to tell you, but this cow tongue also looks really good.” You teased him, making him let out a whine.

“She’s got a point, there.” James nodded, squeezing your hand under the table to congratulate you.

“No she doesn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Baby? Are you actually pregnant?”

You knew Tom couldn’t take the suspense anymore and broke into a grin.

“Yes.” You told him. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

“Really? We’re gonna have a baby?” Toms eyes welled with tears as he covered his mouth with both his hands. He’d been wanting to start a family for a while now but you hadn’t had any luck in conceiving.

Until now.

“Yeah, honey. We’re gonna have a baby.” You reached across the table and rubbed his hand with your thumb before pointing finger guns at the camera. “Keep watching to find out who the father is!”

The audience, who had been busy cheering at your news, switched to laughter.

“She’s kidding. It’s me.” Tom assured the audience.

“He’s kidding.” You insisted. “It’s Benedict!”

“Congratulations to the both of you.” James said sincerely. “I think that just about wraps this up this segment. My producer is going to be very happy with me for getting that information out of you without even asking.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him as he leaned in to press a congratulatory kiss on your cheek. Tom finally broke out of his shocked state and got out of his chair, rushing to you and practically pulling you out of your seat to hug you. His hug was firm but gentle all at the same time, especially around your tummy. He pressed your face into his neck and you heard him sniffle, making you take his hand and put it on your tummy.

“We have about three minutes of commercial break. Excellent job guys.” James said as he got out of his seat. “That was definitely the best Spill Your Guts we’ve ever done. I might have to hire Y/n as a writer here.” He joked.

“Thanks for having us James. All three of us.” You said as you pulled away from Tom. Tom kept a protective hand on your tummy as you rubbed circles on his back.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I’m so happy for you both. That’s beautiful.” James shook Toms hand to congratulate him as well.

“Well when you plank all over someone and don’t use a-

“That’s enough.” Tom cut you off but kept his smile on. “That’s enough for today.”

You leaned into him and took his hand, kissing the back of it as you all walked back towards the main stage.

“Can you believe we met planking on each other for a video and now we’re having a baby?” You asked him.

“I know.” He shook his head in pleasant shock. “We should name our baby BBC, since we met at BBC radio 1.

“You suggesting that tells me you don’t know the other meaning of BBC.” You laughed as you took a seat on James’s couch.

“What’s the other meaning?” Tom looked at you in confusion. You laughed gleefully and patted Toms cheek, always delighted by his innocence.

“Oh, Tom.” You sighed. “I’ll let you google that one.”

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jakesguitarstring · 3 years ago

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does he know || j.t.k.

first fic of the new year?? so exciting! based off a request from @sparrowofthedawnsworld. I'll officially be opening up for requests very soon, so stay tuned for that. <3

summary: ending up in a bar on a karaoke night is definitely a nightmare, until a stranger brightens up the night.

words: 4.7k

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warnings: this is literally pure smut. like really. (18+ minors dni!), also alcohol consumption.

The music in the bar was obnoxious, to say the least, but at least it was a welcome break from the karaoke that had been going on for the last hour. You rolled your eyes as you watched the karaoke emcee start to make their way back to the table set up with a computer and speakers after a thirty-minute break. It was your own fault for walking into the first bar you found and not even looking it up on Google. You’d just wandered in, plopped yourself down on a stool, and ordered a strong drink. It was a small place, a typical not-quite-a-dive-bar with wood paneling that had clearly been up for forty years and road signs and vintage band posters littering the walls. The air was no longer smokey but had the reminisce of years of heavy smoke that clung heavily in the air. But it was clean and the drinks were okay and cheap and it was good enough to drown your sorrows. The bar had been relatively empty when you’d arrived hours ago, but then the karaoke station had been set up and all of a sudden the bar was packed and the first person up had treated everyone with an off-pitch ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ followed by a “Free Britney” scream. And then it was round after round of people’s own renditions of hit songs. You couldn’t help the eye rolls or the groans that it seemed you had no control over. You couldn’t blame everyone else for having a good time, it wasn’t their fault that you were miserable, but still, did they have to be so loud and annoying about it. You ordered another drink, still barely feeling buzzed.

About thirty minutes ago, a group of loud guys had tumbled into the bar, ordered drinks, and had been adding to the overall noise and commotion of the bar. Once the bartender set your drink in front of you, you decided this would be your last one and would head out for the night, although you weren’t sure where because going home wasn’t an option. The first notes of ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth started up and you wanted to leave right then and there, but you’d already ordered your drink. You glanced over at the makeshift stage to see two long-haired guys sharing the mic to scream-sing along and recognized them as part of the group of four that had come in earlier. “Hey, can I get another round of shots please.” A voice said next to you, but you didn’t bother looking over. “Yeah, same as before. Thanks so much, Ollie. You’re the best.” You felt his eyes on you, but continued to stare at your drink and tried to radiate as much Don’t Fucking Talk To Me, I’m Not In The Mood energy as you possibly could. It didn’t work. “When are you heading up there?” He prodded.

You suppressed an eye roll. “I’m not.” Still refusing to look over and hoping he would get the hint.

He didn’t. “Ah, come on. Who comes to Ollie’s Famous Karaoke Night and doesn’t take a turn?”

“I guess me.” You muttered.

There was only a beat of silence before he spoke again. “I’m Jake.”

“Cool. I didn’t ask.” You heard a slight laugh from him, but he didn’t say anything else. A few moments later a shot glass was set in front of you.

“Have a good night, Sunshine.” Jake said with a laugh. You waited until you couldn’t hear his footsteps walking away anymore until you grabbed the shot and downed it and let it warm your body. A free shot is a free shot. The two guys on the stage finally finished and you nursed your last drink and tried to get the bartender’s, who was apparently named Ollie, attention so you could close out your tab. All of a sudden Ollie was rather elusive, so you decided to bide your time. You had nowhere to go anyway.

A cough into the karaoke mic stopped your hand that was bringing the glass to your lips in mid-air. “This one goes out to a special person who needs some cheering up.” Jake’s voice filled the room and then he began to sing ‘Good Day Sunshine’ by The Beatles. A slow and begrudging smile formed on your lips and you couldn’t help but turn toward the stage to watch him. His eyes fell on yours and he gave you a quick smile. You lifted your drink slightly toward him in acknowledgment. When his song ended, he sauntered over to you. He was cocky, maybe a little annoying, definitely too persistent, but you kinda liked all of it when it was tied up with those intense eyes and curve of his lips. You absolutely shouldn’t notice those things about him, but clearly, your eyes had a mind of their own tonight, especially as they trailed down his neck and noticed how low he had his button-up shirt open. Almost his whole chest was exposed and you wanted to lick him. You blinked, trying to figure out where the thought had come from. You weren’t like this. Ever. But now he was in front of you, leaning against the bar with a cocky grin and you wanted to kiss that smile off his stupid face.

“Real cute.” You murmured with an eye roll.

“It made you smile, Sunshine.” He replied. You leaned back against the bar to mirror his relaxed attitude. You bit your bottom lip quickly as you thought for a second and then decided to throw caution to the wind and told him your name. His eyes wandered down to your lips for only a second and then they were back on your eyes. God his gaze was intense. And why did you like it so much? Why did it feel like you were being seen fully and wholly for the very first time in your whole life? “So I can’t keep calling you Sunshine, then?” He asked.

“I don’t mind.” You looked away from his gaze. “Thanks for the song.”

“Eh, it was the least I could do. Ya know, I was gonna go for ‘Sunshine on My Shoulders’, but thought it would kinda kill the mood a little here.” He shrugged.

“Maybe. The Beatles were a good choice.”

“Mhm, and what song are you doing?” He leaned in slightly toward you. You leaned into him even though you didn’t mean to. It was like your body was acting on its own accord.

“Yeah, nothing. I’m still not performing.” You replied with a soft laugh and a shake of your head.

“Stagefright?” He teased.

“Sure, if that’s what will please you.” You took another sip of your drink.

“It won’t. But I’m glad to know you want to please me.” You hiccuped into your drink and tried not to choke as your face flushed. You quickly set your drink back on the bar. “If there was no one here. Just you and me. Completely alone.” He murmured, ignoring the way your cheeks were undeniably pink. “What song would you sing?”

“I have no idea.” You whispered. His hand reached for your wrist that rested on the side of the bar. You could feel his rough calloused fingers casually and faintly rub circles on your skin. The sensation traveled straight to the depths of your stomach where you hated to admit heat was gathering. This was wrong. You shouldn’t let him touch you in a bar. You should be leaning further into him. You shouldn’t let your eyes flutter close when his lips pressed into yours. You shouldn’t breathe in the scent of him and let it completely overwhelm your senses. And you absolutely shouldn’t try to follow his lips when he pulls away. You opened your eyes and pressed your lips together tightly, trying to ignore the way it felt like they were tingling with the memory of the way he felt on them. “I shouldn’t have done that.” You muttered.

“Sorry.” He replied although he didn’t look sorry in the slightest.

“I have a boyfriend.” You blurted. And his face fell immediately.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” He did look apologetic now.

“No. No. Don’t be. I – uh, I mean. I had a boyfriend. We uh… I think we broke up.” You rambled with a shake of your head.

“What do you mean you think you broke up?” He asked with a humorless laugh. You closed your eyes and opened them again to look up at his confused face. It made your chest feel tight so you looked away and spun on the stool to face the bar again.

“It’s why I was here tonight. We got in a fight… again. Like always. And I told him I was done. And I meant it this time. I really did. I don’t wanna be like this anymore.”

“Be like what?” He asked, his voice quiet.

You scoffed. “You should go back to your friends. I’m just waiting to close out my tab.” You said.

“Pour your heart out to a stranger. It’s what bars are for.”

You sighed. He waited. Finally, you spoke. “I don’t know. I guess it just stopped being right, you know? It happened slowly, but it took a while for me to notice. I looked over at him and realized that it was all superficial. Like I always said he knows everything about me. We’ve been together so long, he’s seen every single part of me. But at the same time, I feel like he doesn’t even know me. Like if he’d be pissed if he knew I was at a place like this. He likes those stupid fucking bars with fancy wines and cocktails that come out smoking with dry ice. He wouldn’t be caught dead in a place with a karaoke night. And maybe I like it here. Maybe I want to sing karaoke and be loud and obnoxious. And kiss pretty strangers. I want to be more myself. And I think I lost that person, trying to be whatever or whoever I thought he wanted. And I don’t fit into that anymore.” You let out a breath. And he was quiet. You looked over at him to find him watching you. His eyes were no longer intense but had transformed into a soft gaze and you wanted to dissolve into him. “I’m sorry.” You said and shook your head. “This is embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing.” He asserted. “It’s your truth. You shouldn’t hide that from anyone. What would he say about you kissing a pretty stranger in a bar without any pretentious cocktails?” He was so close to you that you were breathing him in again.

“He wouldn’t even recognize me.” You smiled.

“Good.”

“Tell me something he doesn’t know about you.”

“About a year ago I got a tattoo. He knows about the tattoo, of course, but he doesn’t know how I got it.”

“I want to know.”

You two shared a smile. The bar had disappeared around you. It was only the two of you left on the planet. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered. “He was on a business trip for a week. And I woke up that morning and just decided that I couldn’t stand to be in this town any longer. So I got in my car and I drove. I had no idea where I was going, but I just kept going. Let my windows down and had my music so loud that I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts. And I stopped in a town for gas and across the street from the gas station was a tattoo parlor. Without a second thought, I walked straight in and told the girl in there I wanted a tattoo. I gave her no direction, just how much money I had, and told her to do whatever she wanted. I never felt more alive.”

“Amazing. Can I see it?”

Your face flushed again. “Uh, I can’t really show you in public.”

His eyes darkened. And you felt your stomach flutter. “I’m going to be forward. But my feelings won’t be hurt if you say no.” You nodded to let him know he could continue. “I’d really like to see your tattoo. In private.”

This was wrong. This wasn’t who you were. But then again. Maybe it was who you were because you were nodding again. “Yeah. I wanna.” His face brightened as he smiled and you returned the smile.

He offered you his hand. “Come with me.” You took it and slid off the stool. He turned back to the bar. “Hey, Ollie. Add her tab to Josh’s. He’ll be too drunk to notice.” He winked at you and you let him lead you out of the bar and out into the warm summer evening. “My apartment’s just down the block.” He explained, guiding you down the street. He stopped in front of a record store and you looked up to read the sign, Brothers Records, as he pulled out his keys from his back pocket.

“You own a record store?” You exclaimed with amazement.

He glanced at you. “Uh, yeah. With my brothers and our friend Danny. And Josh and I live in an apartment upstairs.” He unlocked the door and opened it for you to step in. The building smelled faintly of incense and the slightest memory of weed. But you didn’t stop to look around, instead following Jake toward the stairway in the back and then up the stairs. He guided you past a cozy living room and into his bedroom. He gestured to his bed and said, “make yourself at home. I’ll be back in just a second,” and left you alone. You looked around his bedroom, just like the living room you’d passed by, it was cozy. Dark blue walls with a gray comforter on his king-sized bed, multiple Persian style rugs covered a wooden floor, one wall was covered with bookcases of differing sizes but all dark wood and full to the brim of a seemingly unorganized collection of books and the rest of the walls were decorated with band posters and several pieces of unique artwork. You were drawn to one of the paintings and you were still staring at it when Jake returned. You felt his presence in the room before he even made a sound, somehow already attuned to him.

“I really like this one.” You stated, not turning around to face him, but knowing he was coming up behind you.

“Uh, yeah, I did that.” He said sheepishly.

“Hmm, you’re really talented.” You smiled and turned to him and watched as he rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head, surprised that he was embarrassed by the compliment. It made your heart constrict and you wanted to kiss him, so you did. You leaned into him, pressing your chest into his, and connected your lips with his. He breathed in and then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even tighter into him as he deepened the kiss. Your own hands found purchase in his locks, soft tendrils of brown hair tangled in your fingers. When he pulled away too soon, your lips chased his lips again and his breathy laugh fanned across your cheek.

“Hold on there, Sunshine.” He set his hands on your hips and pushed you away gently. “I wanted to put on some music. Is that okay?” You nodded and returned your attention to his artwork, committing the thick paint strokes to memory. The comforting sound of a needle being placed softly on top of a record and then a slow melody you didn’t recognize filled the quiet of the room. He moved silently back across the room and his strong hands were on your shoulders and then down your arms and you had to suppress a shiver when the tips of his calloused fingers grazed your neck to push your hair away and soft lips pressed softer kisses into the back of your neck. You melted into him, the hard lines of his body melding perfectly into the soft forms of yours. A sigh fell from your lips when he left a kiss right below your ear and whispered in your ear. “I’d love to see that tattoo, darling.” His deep voice reverberated through your body and buried itself in your core.

You moved in his arms to face him. One of his hands rested on the side of your face and you leaned into his touch and allowed yourself to be kissed by him again. First, slow and languid, taking his time to explore and learn you, finding ways to make you sigh against his lips and moan into him. His hands moved down your body, lighting minuscule sparks along their path until they found a home tight on your hips. The grip he had on you tightened as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. When your giggle grazed his lips he groaned and pushed himself into you and your giggle dissolved into a gasp, feeling his solid erection press into you through too many layers of clothing. You felt yourself being walked back into the wall and gasped again when your back was shoved against the wall.

“Fuck. You keep making noises like that…” he started, but was distracted by your exposed neck and he nipped right above your clavicle. You lifted your leg that he’d slotted between his two firm legs and let your knee lightly rub up his inner thigh and slide past his erection before settling your foot back on solid ground. He moaned into your neck and then bit down harder on your pulse point. Your own hands flew to his hips and tugged him into you. You needed more, you needed him there.

“Jake, please.” You mewled.

“Show me your tattoo.” He instructed and stepped away completely from you. You instantly missed the warmth of him against you and had to stop yourself from whimpering. “Come on, darling. Give me what I want. And then I’ll give you what you want.” Your thighs clenched together like they had a mind of their own, but you reached for the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off of you. Jake watched you, no, studied you, one of his hands palming himself over his jeans. Goosebumps covered your arms as you took off your bra, slowly, and then turned to the side to show the tattoo on the right side of your rib cage, always covered with the side of your bra. He stepped over to you and his fingers ghosted over the healed ink. “Beautiful.”

“It’s just a silly tattoo. It doesn’t mean anything.” You muttered, trying and failing to not seem so affected by the way his fingers were barely touching you but were still causing even more heat to pool between your legs.

“It does mean something.” He whispered, his lips centimeters away from your inked skin, his warm breath like a soothing balm over any ills or pains you could possibly still hold within. He kissed your tattoo and your eyes fluttered shut with a soft sigh from your lips. “It’s your independence.” Another feather-light kiss. “It’s the fire deep within you that you never, ever should try and hide away.” He kissed with slightly more pressure. “It’s part of what makes you, you.” One more kiss and you couldn’t take it anymore. You reached for him and pulled his face up to yours, forcing your lips onto his, not afraid to appear hungry and desperate because you wanted him so bad, more than you’d ever wanted anyone. As your fingers twisted themselves into his hair again, his hands found your breasts, squeezing and rubbing and pinching, until you were panting into his lips. His mouth left yours and traveled down to your breasts, taking a nipple swiftly into his mouth.

Your head fell back against the wall which you’d somehow found yourself pushed up against again. “Oh my god, Jake,” you moaned. He pulled back and kissed you hastily between your two breasts, right your heart was before he gave attention to your other breast. “Jake I – I need…” you gasped.

He only pulled back slightly, enough that his voice was only slightly muffled. “Tell me what you need.” And then pulled you back into his mouth.

Your hand tightened around the back of his neck and you tried to focus on speaking, but your mind could barely keep up. You cursed. And he moaned against you. Finally, your brain caught up. “I need you. I need you.” You sputtered. “Please.”

He removed his mouth from you, but only to pepper more kisses down your body as he lowered himself to his knees. When he was fully on his knees, he looked up at you, one of his hands at the buttons of your pants. “You don’t need to beg. I’ll give you anything you want.” He unbuttoned your pants and took his time pulling them and your underwear down your legs and helping you step out of them. He placed a kiss on your stomach and looked up at you one more time and you couldn’t help the flutters in your core at how dark his eyes seemed, how much he clearly wanted you in that moment. “Unless you like begging, baby.” He said but didn’t give you even a second to reply before he dipped into you and his tongue swiped right at your center and up to your clit. You gripped hard on his shoulders, bending slightly over so you could watch him bury his face in between your thighs. His hands tight behind you, clinging onto your ass, and clearly holding you up as your legs started to weaken from pleasure. He flattened his tongue against your sensitive bud and pulled your hips into him, grinding you on his tongue. You understood and repeated the motion and your hands moved on their own accord back to his hair, holding him against you as you rode his tongue.

The music stopped and the only sounds in the room were coming from you and you filled the room. His name and curses and Oh gods tumbling out of your mouth. You threw your head back against the wall and sped up your movements and Jake moaned into you, sending vibrations through you. Your legs couldn’t hold you up any longer and he held onto you tighter as he pushed you over and through your edge and placed soft, gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs when your breathing began to settle. You lazily tugged him up from his knees, although he did all the work, and kissed him.

“Does he know?” He groaned, placing his thigh in between your legs and pressing it against you. You drew in a rapid breath.

“What – what do you mean?”

His gaze bore into yours, his dark brown eyes blown with lust and hunger. And you didn’t know anyone could look at you like that, but now that it happened you could never settle for less. “Fuck.” He pinched a nipple again and you gasped yet again. “Does he know those little sounds you make?” You blinked and tried to think of how to reply, but Jake spoke again before you could. “He doesn’t even know where you went tonight, does he?” You shook your head and he smirked. “Do you think he knows how desperate you were? How much you needed someone to make you feel good? How you rode my face so fucking perfect?” He kissed your neck and you knew he could feel your heart pounding. “He doesn’t know that you’re mine tonight.” His hand gripped your jaw, not tight, but enough that you had to look directly in his eyes. “You’re mine tonight, aren’t you, baby?” You swallowed and nodded. His lips formed into a smirk again as he shook his head. “I need you to say it.”

“I’m yours.” You stated. And you thought it would feel wrong, but it didn’t, not in the least bit. Instead, it felt like the truest statement you’d ever made in your life. Especially when he started to kiss you again and his hand fell down your body and made you warm all over again. Your own hands traveled down the planes of his chest and abdomen to reach for his belt and undid it as fast as you could. As soon as it was undone and you unbuttoned his pants, you reached in to feel him over his briefs, and this time he gasped against your lips and his head fell to your shoulder.

“Tell me you want me.” He muttered against your skin.

“He doesn’t know how bad I want you, Jake.” You replied. And in a blink, you were pulled away from the wall and practically tossed on your back onto his bed. His eyes journeyed from yours all the way down your body, taking it all in as he got rid of his clothes. Your bottom lip found itself between your teeth when he was finally naked in front of you and he was pumping himself in his hand. “I want you.”

“Fuck. You don’t know how bad I want you.” His voice dripped with desire. You moved back on the bed until you were closer to his headboard and opened your legs for him. His eyes dropped lower to where your fingers started a somnolent pattern on your clit. He watched you for a moment before blinking and walking to the nightstand on the left side of the bed. You watched him open the drawer and pull out a condom from the box. He opened it quickly and started to place it on his cock, but you rolled on your side and placed a hand on his wrist, stopping him.

“Can I?” You asked. He just nodded. You pinched the tip of the condom and slowly rolled it down his length, looking up at him. His eyes connected with yours when he tore his line of vision away from your hands on his erection. The bed dipped slightly as he put his knee on the edge and leaned toward you, his hand pulling you toward him by your cheek. You sighed into the kiss and he fully climbed onto the bed, never pulling away from you. Your lips only disconnected from his as he slid into you and you gasped. He used the opportunity and pulled away to look down and watch himself enter you, so slowly that it almost felt tortuous.

When he was in you to the hilt he looked back into your eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked and instead of answering you reached up and pulled him back into you to kiss him. He understood and moved in and out of you. One of his hands clasped onto your hips to anchor himself as he pumped himself into you.

“More, I need more.” You rambled and he delivered. Pounding into you at a pace you didn’t think could possibly feel good, but it did, it felt so good. He was slamming into you, but you kept taking him in, pulling him in, and he gave you everything he had. Your back arched beneath him and your legs wrapped yourself around his hips.

“Does he make you feel like this?” He growled, not relenting his pace.

“No. No one does.” You burst as you screwed your eyes shut from pleasure, somehow already on the verge of another climax.

“Does he know you’re never going back?” You shook your head, unable to find your voice. “Open your eyes. Answer me.”

You forced your eyes open and stared up at Jake. “I’m never going back. Never. Never.” You moaned as he pulled out completely and then back into you.

“Tonight you’re mine.” He asserted as his thumb found your clit and circled it. You had no control as your body writhed under him.

“I’m yours.” You panted. “I’m yours.” You repeated as he caused you to run headfirst into another orgasm.

His pace faltered and became erratic as he quickly followed you over the edge. You heard him whisper, “mine,” as he buried his head into the crook of your neck and stilled inside you. You laid together, sweaty and panting until your breathing returned to normal. He lifted himself off of you and laid down beside you, pushing hair from your face as he looked at you. You watched him study you for a few moments. “I think you should get more secret tattoos.”

You laughed.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet smut #greta van fic #jake kiszka #jake gvf #this took all day lmao !!#working on ch. 3 of slow mover tomorrow #should be up before the end of the week #also i kinda love this record store owners au thing #???#i might do more with it???#lmao #okay bye love you <33 #my writing

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Greetings! It I. Whomever the f*ck that is!

I don't know if anyone's every told you, but your writing is absolute Grade A Quality. And I, as in me, happen to nurse quite the interest for said A Grade writing. Shocking, is it not? Foolish! Of course it is not! Surprising. That is. It IS the best writing afterall! I- Hm... ఠ_ఠ

Okay, I'll stop horsing around, sorry,,,

I have come to make a request if that is alright with you and you do not have too many already!

I recently discovered the song "Heart Attack" by Deni Lovato and would really love a little story with boisterous and playful reader that's had the second longest-standing crush(after Hinata's, cuse, MAN, that girl be the inventor of pinning no jutsu) known to everyone, but Lee, where the crew could be out throwing one of those rare party where a majority of them can be present, eventually ending in a karaoke where the fuzzy warmth of what little alcohol the reader drank gives them the little bit of missing courage(or sensibility) to, just, climb on a table and spill all their feelings, love and frustration into this one song before loudly announcing that This One's For Lee, like a challenge.

If you would have the space/kindness to add the aftermath where the reader immediately sobers up after comfessing and just, absconds through a window, I would be the most grateful gal alive,,, >v<

I'll venmo you a goat.

Okay this was seriously WAY too fun to right Naruto is my one true love but Rock Lee was my first Naruto crush<3

HEART ATTACK

Pairing: Rock Lee x Reader

CW: good old fluff

Length: 3.6+

Summary: Rock Lee has been your not so secret crush for as long as you can remember. You’re determined to take it to your grave, but what happens when you’re drunk at a karaoke bar doesn’t stay at the karaoke bar...

The music was loud, the room was dark, and everyone was there. How long had it last been since everyone was able to get together?

The life of a shinobi was a busy, dangerous one. There was little time for laugh and play, especially as you all got older. It was easier when you’d just graduated from the academy. All of the missions given to new genin were level D to C, little things like gardening or finding lost pets that didn’t take much time or require you to even leave the village. It was easy for everyone to find time to get together and hang out.

But as time passed, things changed. Everyone’s ranks were different, some people like Shikamaru took up more political roles in the village. It was easy to drift apart without even realizing it.

So tonight was one of those rare moments where the stars aligned and the old group was able to get together to hang out.

The venue of choice; a karaoke bar.

It was the first time you were all able to drink together… Well, legally at least.

“Thanks, Kiba.” You giggled, giving him a flirtatious wink as you took the drink he’d just bought you, sipping it. Did you like Kiba? No. But was he fun to flirt with? Absolutely. And if that flirting led to him wanting to buy your drinks for you, well, who were you to deny him?

Kiba was cute; that wasn’t the problem. Heck, most of the guys from the Leaf were cute and way too easy to get along with. You’d known them practically your whole life, grown up together even, but despite all their great qualities, it was only one shinobi who had your heart, and he didn’t even know it.

The first time you’d seen Lee was before the first test in the Chunin exams. He had easily taken on Naruto and Sasuke without batting an eye. He was so swift, so smooth, you’d watched him in awe. He was a bit eccentric, but had a focus and prowess you’d never experienced before. You thought he was amazing.

You were content to watch him from afar until the preliminaries. During his fight with Gaara, you’d held your breath, watched in horror and amazement as he took on the demon of the sand. You didn’t think you breathed once during that battle.

Lee lost, was almost killed by Gaara before Guy stopped him, but it was the best you’d ever seen someone fight in your life.

Timidly and nervously, you visited Lee in the hospital that day. He was unconscious, but in stable condition. You didn’t know what motivated you, but you began to visit every day, leaving flowers and small treats for Lee to wake up to.

When he finally had woken, you were trying to slink out of the room quietly when you heard him speaking, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

“Who are you?”

Apprehensively, you turned to face Lee with a small smile. You’d never been shy, but there was something about Lee that made you weak-kneed.

After introducing yourself, you went back to his bedside. “I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re very strong. You’re so skilled and quick; I think you’re the best ninja I’ve ever seen…”

You were only thirteen, didn’t have much experience in the ninja world, so the words you spoke were true. You didn’t know if telling him that, as a total stranger, would make him think you were weird.

Imagine your shock when Lee burst out in happy tears.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

You supported Lee in his recovery, and even when he couldn’t go on missions himself, he cheered you on from the sideline.

From the very beginning, it was evident to everyone in the village that you were head-over-heels for Lee. Your quiet bashfulness when Lee was around was a stark contrast to your usual loud and confident self. Everyone knew about your crush.

Everyone except for Lee.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” Tenten asked you once. “You never know.”

But you’d only shaken your head. “He loves Sakura. Everyone knows that.” You told her. “Besides. We’re friends. I don’t want to ruin that friendship.”

So despite your friendliness, your flirtatious nature, and the fact that you could have just about any of the rookie nine wrapped around your finger if you so pleased, you weren’t interested in any of them.

Rock Lee was the only one that had your heart and he didn’t even know it. He never would.

Instead of focusing on that, or the cute way Lee’s cheeks went red after he took a shot, or how Lee spent a lot of time that night talking to Sakura, you took shots with Ino and Tenten and let Kiba buy you drinks and danced with Choji when he asked.

Overall, the night was going great. Everyone was having a good time and getting along and so far only Naruto had gotten just a little too drunk; everyone else was riding a nice buzz.

Shikamaru had just finished a less than enthusiastic rendition of “The Lazy Song” that had left everyone doubled over laughing at the irony. “Who should go next!?” Naruto yelled, looking around to see who still hadn’t sung a song.

And okay, maybe Naruto wasn’t the only one who had drank just a little too much. Watching Lee sit and laugh with Sakura the past hour had left you feeling just a tad bit jealous, leading you to drink more than you normally would. He’d barely said anything to you that, and the two of you were supposed to be friends.

“What’s so good about Sakura anyways? She’s really not that great.” You swished the liquid in your cup, mumbling the words you knew you would regret the next morning. Sakura had never been anything but nice to you; you knew she didn’t deserve to be the target of your jealousy.

Ino snickered. “Geez you’ve got it bad.” She commented with a roll of her eyes before hearing Naruto’s question. Her eyes lit up, and, grinning, she hurried to the microphone, looking through the book of songs available to sing. She flipped through for a moment or two before turning to Naruto and whispering something to him.

All of this escaped your attention as you were drowning in the misery of your own thoughts before you realized: everyone was chanting your name. You blinked, looking around to see everyone staring at you, pounding on tables and counters as they encouraged you to get up and sing.

Laughing, you shook your head nervously, not wanting to go embarrass yourself before Lee caught your eye. Even he was encouraging you to go up and perform. Well, if he wanted you to, then you would sing your heart out!

You downed two more shots before pushing to your feet, which was an obvious mistake.

The alcohol always hit hardest after you stood up.

“Woah, there.” Tenten laughed, standing to help you. Somehow, you made it to the stage. Naruto snickered as he passed you the microphone. He couldn’t wait to see this.

You held the microphone tightly in your hands as your eyes scanned the room with all your friends staring expectantly at you and cheering you on. You felt good. Really good. Your vision was blurry, head dizzy, stomach warm, and everything about you was giddy. It was your turn, and you were ready to make a statement.

Glancing at the screen, you saw the name of the song appear. Heart Attack by Demi Lovato.

“I’m gonna dedicate this song to someone very special to me,” You slurred into the microphone, giggling. Your friends in the crowd whooped and cheered as the music began.

“This one’s for you Lee!”

With that, you closed your eyes to block out the reactions of everyone and everything, and you sang. You sang your little heart out, put on the drunken performance of a lifetime. Your years of pent up feelings and nerves and fears surrounding Lee all went into that song.

As you sang the last word, you opened your eyes again, taking in everyone’s reaction. Glee, surprise, happiness. You were grinning; you’d killed it.

That was when your eyes landed on Lee. It was hard for you to gage his reaction. More than anything he looked… confused. And that was when the weight of what you’d just done settled on you. Oh shit.

You’d all but confessed your feelings for Lee… Drunkenly… In front of everyone.

The realization was all it took for you to sober up. Quickly, you shoved the microphone back into Naruto’s hands and fled the karaoke bar.

You weren’t really sure how you’d even made it home. Everything was kind of blurry. You remember running from the karaoke bar, a girl’s voice, probably Tenten’s, calling after you. You remember vomiting. A lot. That’s actually what you were doing now. You’d woken up with your head basically in the toilet.

You could have gone for some blissful moments where you didn’t remember what had caused you to sprint home from the bar, but alas, you couldn’t forget.

You’d confessed your years long crush through song.

How were you ever going to face Lee again?

You wouldn’t, you decided. You would spend the rest of your life in that house. You could have your groceries delivered, you weren’t going to need new clothes if you never went outside. You would just lay in your bed until you withered away into nothingness.

“You can’t stay in here forever,” Tenten rolled her eyes, tugging the blanket that you were hiding under off the bed.

“Watch me,” you whined in reply, holding a pillow over your head. “I totally embarrassed myself! He probably thinks I’m so lame!”

Tenten could only snicker at that. “Lee? Thinking you’re lame? Right.”

It took a bit of convincing, and you were basically kicking and screaming, but Tenten was able to drag you out of your home back into the real world. “No one’s going to care,” She assured you as the two of you walked. “We were all plastered. I’m sure no one will even remember!”

If only that were true.

“Hey!” Kiba called as he and Naruto approached you and Tenten. “Have you guys seen Lady Tsunade around here? I have this pain in my chest…”

Naruto grabbed Kiba’s arm in mock fear. “Oh no! Kiba, are you having a heart attack!?”

The two of them doubled over in hysterics; tears were even streaming down their faces. You could feel your face burning red in embarrassment. You’d never wanted to disappear so badly.

“Beat it you two!” Tenten snapped, grabbing your arm and pulling you away. “Ignore them! They’re idiots!”

Head buried in your hands, you shook your head. “God! How am I ever going to live this down! I’m going home!” You pulled out of Tenten’s grip. “I’m going to move villages, change my name, and make sure Lee never sees my face again!”

“Uh, well, if that’s the case you better run…” Tenten said awkwardly, nudging you. “Because Lee’s coming this way…”

And there he was. In his green jumpsuit, bowlcut and all, Lee was heading straight for you. God you were sure you were going to vomit again.

“Good morning Tenten,” Lee greeted, though nowhere near in his usual upbeat tone. “Would you mind giving us a moment alone?” He asked. Tenten glanced over at you nervously.

“Yeah… Sure Lee…”

“I do not understand it, Sakura.” Lee sighed, toying with the drink in his hands as his eyes were locked on you drinking and laughing with Tenten and Ino. “I have never had any issue telling you that I think you are beautiful. But with her… It is different.”

Sakura giggled, feeling the drink in her own veins. “Because, Lee. You like her like her. You should just tell her!” Even drunk, Sakura would never betray your trust by telling Lee the obvious; that you liked him as much as he liked you. But it was infuriating to sit on both sides listening to the two of you cry over your feelings day after day and not tell you!

Lee shook his head, taking a gulp from his drink. “I cannot. I am not like Guy Sensei, as much as I try to be. I am not cool or good looking. I do not think I am smooth. I do not know how to talk to a girl I like.”

It took everything in Sakura not to burst out laughing. Guy Sensei? Cool? Good looking? Smooth?

“This is ridiculous. How much longer do I have to hear about how great you think she is before you finally tell her?!”

Rock Lee could barely hear Sakura; he was zoned in on you. Everything about you entranced Lee from the very first time he saw you trying to sneak out of his hospital room. You were beautiful, of course. Your hair always seemed to fall just right. Your smile brightened up a room. The kindness in your heart radiated from you. He loved how confident and outgoing you were and that you had an energy that could match his.

It wasn’t like Lee hadn’t tried to tell you before. There were plenty of times when it was just the two of you that he was tempted, but he could never get it out. There just weren’t many people that he connected so easily with. Guy Sensei was his idol; he wanted to be just like his sensei! But that wasn’t the same as having a friend. Even with his teammates, there was a level of professionalism to it all--maybe thanks to Neji--that kept him from feeling like he could truly be understood.

But with you, everything was so easy. Laughing came easily, talking and opening up about the things he struggled with… There was a naturalness to it he’d never experienced before. He was terrified to lose it.

So that night at the karaoke bar, he sat with Sakura whining about the same thing he had been for months now instead of doing something about it. That wasn’t like Lee at all, but that was what you did to him. You made him so nervous he couldn’t even be him.

He was sure you knew his eyes were locked on you all night, ogling like a total weirdo. He’d barely even talked to you. He had hoped that the alcohol would loosen him up and spur him into action, but he’d just shut down even more, causing him to wallow in his own self pity.

Why couldn’t he be more like Kiba? He was over there, so smooth and cool, grinning and chatting you up and buying you drinks. Lee wanted to be that guy to you!

“Oh, look! She’s gonna sing next!” Sakura nudged Lee, nodding at the stage where you were grasping the microphone. You were clearly inebriated, and the redness in your cheeks just made you look all the cuter to him.

“I’m gonna dedicate this song to someone very special to me!” Lee’s heart dropped into his stomach. He couldn’t even hope that he would be the one that you would devote a song to. So when it was his name that had left your mouth, he sat in there in a state of shock. It wasn’t even dawning on him. Sakura shook his shoulder excitedly as you belt out the lyrics to Heart Attack.

“Lee, she’s singing to you!”

It just couldn’t process. Was it the alcohol? Was it the absolute surprise at what was happening? Whatever it was, by the time you had finished, Lee had continued to stare at you, open mouthed. It was only when you’d sprinted out of the bar that Lee had come to his senses.

He’d done his best to follow you, but he was drunker than he thought and had stumbled around just a little too long. By the time he’d gotten himself straightened out, you were long gone.

He’d stayed up all night long thinking about it, thinking about you.

The whole night, he turned it over and over again in his mind; what else could that have meant other than you liked him back? It was too good to be true! But it was true? Lee drove himself mad.

The goal with his walk wasn’t necessarily to find you. Moreso, he had just wanted to clear his head, maybe get advice from Guy Sensei. But he’d ran into you and Tenten before he could do any of that.

As Tenten gave the two of you space, he stared at you bashfully. The longer the silence went on, the redder his cheeks became. Just as he was getting up the courage to say something, you broke the ice.

“Lee, look. About last night… I’m sorry. That was so embarrassing! I was just so drunk and… I wasn't thinking straight.” You were rambling on nervously, scratching the back of your head and avoiding his gaze, acting like you wanted to laugh the whole thing off.

Lee nodded slowly, letting your words sink in. So… He had misread the whole thing, then? The thought hit him like a blow to the stomach, taking the breath straight out of him. That sucked. “Right, of course!” He said quickly. “It is okay, really. I had drunk a lot as well!”

How did he get out of here? Lee was tempted to drop the weights from his ankles and take off running as fast as he could.

The discomfort was plain on his face, though. You knew Lee well; you could tell something was wrong.

You had to drop your playful facade. You felt like you’d really screwed things up. “Are… Are you mad at me?” You finally asked him quietly.

The question startled Lee. He frowned, tilting his head. “Why would I be upset with you? You are my friend.” You could only shrug helplessly. You were sad and embarrassed and confused, and now Lee was upset. Of course you thought it was your fault. You didn’t know that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

The silence was heavy, making you sigh and shake your head. “Well, uh, I should go meet up with Tenten again…” You mumbled, staring at the floor. After this, she definitely couldn’t drag you out of your bedroom again.

You lifted your hand, waving goodbye before turning away. You didn’t get more than a step away before Lee was grabbing your arm, his body reacting quicker than his mind. “Wait. Please.”

Of course you stopped, turning back to face him. You were too fearful to be hopeful, unwilling to get excited for something that wouldn’t happen, but you held your breath anyways as you stared up at him.

“I was not completely honest. I am upset, it is just not with you…” When you didn’t respond, only continued to stare at him with those earnest eyes, he had no choice but continue. He dropped your arm, his hand going to nervously rub at the back of his neck instead. He didn’t know how to do this, but he had the feeling it was now or never.

“The truth is, yesterday when you sang that song, and you said you were dedicating it to me, I believed it was because you had feelings for me. So just now, when you said you were not thinking straight, it made me upset because I have feelings for you. I was hoping that you would tell me that you felt the same…”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen Lee so red before. It was like a cartoon, the way it creeped up from his chin all the way to his forehead, shooting up like a thermometer. You could only imagine that you looked the same. Your face felt like it was on fire.

It took a moment for it all to sink in. There was a pause before it dawned on you; Lee just confessed that he had feelings for you! He liked you! The giddiness sent trembles through you as you broke out into a huge grin that you couldn’t stop.

“Lee, you idiot!” You laughed, smacking his arm. “I do like you! That’s the whole reason I humiliated myself in front of everyone yesterday!”

You know that look that Lee gets when he’s happy? His pupils dilate, glistening like googly eyes. The blush dusts the tops of his cheeks, he even gets a bit teary eyed.

All classic Lee and exactly what you got after your confession.

“I cannot believe it!” He cried, pulling you into a hug and twirling you around without hesitation. Now that he had confirmation about how you felt, any inhibitions he had been harboring were gone just like that. He wasn’t going to waste another moment not showing you exactly how he felt. “I have wanted to tell you for so long! I just did not think you felt the same way! This is fantastic!”

Lee’s enthusiasm was as contagious as ever. It didn’t take long before you were hugging Lee back and laughing along with him. When he finally calmed down, Lee released you, taking your hands in his instead and grinning at you.

“So does this mean you will go on a date with me?”

“Is that you asking me?” You giggled. Lee nodded enthusiastically. “Then yes; of course I will.”

Lee pulled you into another hug. “Would you like to know something?” He questioned, giggling childishly, so of course you nodded. “I almost had a heart attack asking you that question!”

The groan was immediate as you pulled away, smacking your forehead. “Lee!” You whined, cringing in embarrassment. “I am also having a heart attack trying to work up the nerve to do this…” For a guy that was so fast, he moved agonizingly slow as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. A heart attack, huh? Yeah, you were never going to live that down. But if this was the price to pay, well then, you didn’t mind all that much.

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Singing in the Shower (Ragnarssons x Reader)

This is just a silly little one-shot that came to mind that I could not stop thinking about. It got a bit deeper than I planned but oops?

Also my first time writing a Ragnarssons x reader! Please let me know if I did all the brothers justice. Except Bjorn isn’t in here. So its just the sons of Aslaug. Sorry, Bjorn.

Warnings: some brief mentions of abusive/unhealthy past relationships, reader has some insecurities, the brothers being the best roomies ever but also creepers, like one or two swear words, FLUFFY GOODNESS!!!

Words: 3700

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius

(picture is from Pinterest. Not mine.)

The sound of laughter echoed around you even before leaving your bedroom. It was a Sunday night so that meant the Lothbrok brothers were all over. A tradition Ubbe started some months ago to make sure the four brothers stayed connected in each other's lives. Every Sunday evening, all of them would congregate in the three bedroom flat you shared with Ubbe and Hvitserk. They would order a stack of pizzas and enough beer to put a pub crawl to shame, and watch movies or play video games until the early morning hours. Only twice had fist fights broken out between Sigurd and Ivar with just a table and a lamp damaged in the process, so Ubbe called it a win.

It had only been about a year that you lived with Ubbe and Hvitserk. Sigurd chose to move in with a couple members of the band he played in. Aslaug vehemently refused to let Ivar move out due to his many medical needs that she claimed he could only receive proper attention for at home. In equal parts rebellion and to escape his mother’s suffocating attention, Ivar spent the majority of his free time and nights crashing on the couch at your shared flat.

At first, you were hesitant about living with the two brothers, having only known them through friends, but you decided to give it a chance. Within a couple of months, you found the strange dynamics of your shared space and your vastly different relationships with each of the brothers to feel eerily familiar….like being home.

Standing at your door, you listened to the brothers for a few moments, smiling broadly as you heard Hvitserk taunting Sigurd about how he was going to beat his ass if he threw another blue shell at him. Meanwhile Ivar was yelling something about the undeniable magic of Yoshi and his winning streak. They must be playing Mario Kart again.

It was nice to hear them all getting along. Normally Sunday nights you hung out with your boyfriend to give the brothers privacy, even though all of them repeatedly told you it was unnecessary. That was until last week. You had taken a selfie on your boyfriend's phone and went to set it as his background to surprise him….and found nude pictures of other girls and the dick pics he sent them back. Before you stormed out of his flat, you may have thrown his phone against the wall, pleased when the screen shattered just like your trust. Then you came home and cried to Hvitserk about how you were swearing off men and just wanted to be a spinster for the rest of your life.

Word must have spread between the brothers. For the rest of the week, they all offered their support in various ways. Sigurd texted you a few times to check on you and remind you that clearly you were better off without your ex. Ubbe gave you long hugs as if trying to soak the pain out of you, and made sure you were eating and getting out of bed. Hvitserk surprised you with a new sugary treat every day ranging from Oreos to ice cream to chocolate muffins; then you two would cuddle on the couch indulging yourselves while watching movies. Ivar threatened to beat up your now ex-boyfriend for making you cry and take pictures to send to those girls your ex had been texting. You made sure to shut Ivar's idea down quickly but pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and thanked him for offering. You hated your ex, that did not mean you wanted him dead.

You pushed away from your door and down the hallway. Popping your head around the corner, you saw the brothers in various positions in the living room, eyes all glued to the TV and the race happening on-screen.

"I'm gonna shower." You announced, receiving grunts of affirmations as they were too focused to fully acknowledge you. Smiling at their antics, you headed into the bathroom, shutting the door and starting the shower up. Once the water was at the perfect temperature, you stripped and jumped in. Of course, once the mixture of hot water and steam helped you relax, you started singing to yourself, letting the worries of the day fade away for just a moment as the words flowed from your lips and echoed off the shower stall walls like your own little stage.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as the bathroom door shut and the sound of water running could be heard, the volume on the TV was muted.

Ivar, surprisingly, was the first one to overhear your singing. He had come over to crash for a few hours after his latest doctor appointment and to work on an assignment for a University class. The bathroom door somehow had not fully latched when you closed it, cracking open while you were in the shower….and you started singing. Ivar sat stunned on the couch at the voice slipping out of the bathroom like a siren's song. He remained there, transfixed as you sang some song he had never heard but he could feel in his chest. Once you stopped singing and the shower turned off, he quickly jumped up and hobbled over to silently shut the door, slightly embarrassed by the idea of you catching him listening in to your shower singing.

Later that day after you headed out to work, Ivar asked Ubbe and Hvitserk if they had heard you sing yet. Both of them denied ever hearing you sing. When asked if he knew anything, Sigurd was upset, having asked you on multiple nights to go to a karaoke bar with him and some friends. You always refused by saying you sounded Iike a beached whale.

Ubbe was next to overhear. He was walking by the bathroom on the way to the kitchen when he heard your voice drifting from underneath the bathroom door. Feeling like a creeper but curiosity winning out, he pressed his ear to the bathroom door to listen better. To say he had been shocked was an understatement. Sure, he had heard Ivar praise your voice, but he figured his youngest brother was exaggerating. It made him wonder why you never sang in front of others.

A silent pact was made between the brothers that they would never share the information of your singing with anyone outside the four of them….and whenever you jumped in the shower, whoever was the closest would go and crack the bathroom door open so they could hear you better.

This time was no different.

Sigurd was closest, so after Ubbe paused the game, he jumped up and silently cracked open the door so your beautiful voice could flow out. The game picked back up but remained on mute so they could hear you. The first song you serenaded them with was Walk Me Home by Pink. Apparently, one of your new favorites since you sang it so often. Next was Someone Like You by Adele. By the third song, the brothers had abandoned the game and were solely focused on you and the raw emotion bleeding from your voice. This time you started to sing Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi.

Ubbe spoke up, keeping his voice quiet just in case you could hear them, however unlikely. "Has she said anything about her ex lately?"

"Not to me." Hvitserk answered first. "I thought she was doing fine."

"Just because she's not crying all the time doesn't mean she's fine." Ivar retorted harshly, never removing his eyes from the direction of the bathroom. After a moment, he got up and hobbled towards the bathroom.

"Ivar…. Ivar, what are you doing?" Ubbe hissed but was ignored.

As quiet as possible, Ivar walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid; your singing managed to cover the sounds of his movement. As he rolled his head to the side, it was to find his brothers had followed him with varying expressions ranging from concern to amusement.

Normally you did not spend so long in the shower but today you decided to spoil yourself. You had been doing well all week but this morning you were scrolling through your Instagram and happened to stumble upon a picture of your ex with a new girl, smiling happily and kissing at a restaurant…. the day after you broke up. And seeing them together felt like it ripped a tear into the slowly healing pieces of your heart.

Instead of going out like you planned to do, you laid in bed all-day binge-watching movies and feeling like an idiot. So in the shower you took extra time pampering yourself, using a deep conditioner in your hair, shaving everywhere and just letting the hot water cascade down your skin and loosen the tense muscles.

At this point you were feeling a little better and decided it was best not to waste any more water. You turned the water off, running your hands down your body to get as much excess water off, before you reached for your towel. Grabbing the plush towel hanging on the rack, you quickly dried your hair and wrapped the towel around your body before pulling the curtain back….

Only to shriek as you realized you were not alone in the bathroom.

"What? What are you guys doing?" You demanded, eyes frantically darting between the four brothers.

Ivar sat on the toilet lid; head tilted as he watched you with a peculiar expression on his face. Hvitserk leaned against the sink, eyes darting from your towel-clad body to the floor then back up. Ubbe and Sigurd stood in the doorway, both looking the least comfortable but still not moving.

"We, ah, we were…. well, we are concerned for you." Ubbe said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Concerned?" You asked incredulously.

Ivar ignored your question. "Is this about your ex? Want me to pay him a visit?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your singing. They were sad songs." Sigurd answered, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Heat flooded your face. You dropped your head, staring at the bathroom floor as you clutched the towel closer to your body. Honestly, the idea of them hearing your singing was far more humiliating than them seeing you naked at this point. "You…. you heard me…. singing?"

"Y/n, are you OK? You know you can tell us anything." Hvitserk said, trying to meet your eye.

"Um, can…. can we talk about this when…. when I'm not naked?"

"Of course. Come on, brothers." Ubbe quickly agreed, tapping the door as if to signal. He and Sigurd walked away first. Only when you finally met Hvitserk's eye did he push off the sink and head out but not before giving you a flirty wink.

"Ivar…."

He slouched back, folding his hands behind his head. "I'm quite comfortable here."

"Oh gods, please, Ivar." You begged, almost on the verge of tears.

He stared at you a long moment before pushing himself to his feet. "Don't think you're getting out of this."

"Ok."

Appeased, he made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Once alone, you stepped out of the shower only to drop onto the toilet lid and place your head in your hands. Your chest heaved and your eyes stung as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall. Today was bad enough and now this. It had to be something out of a nightmare. Your own personal hell.

When you finally composed yourself, you quickly changed into your comfiest sweats and tank top. You wished you could make a run for your room, anything to avoid the impending conversation but you knew the brothers would follow, they were all stubborn and persistent when they wanted to be.

With a deep breath, you stepped out of the bathroom and towards the living room. What hushed disagreement the brothers were clearly having abruptly ended when they noticed you. Awkwardly you remained standing, unsure where to sit. The only open spots were on the couch between Hvitserk and Ivar or one of the recliners as Ubbe sat in the other one. Sigurd reclined on the rocker gaming chair on the floor.

Averting your eyes, you started towards the open recliner only to have a strong arm snake around your waist as you passed by and pulled you onto the couch. You squeaked as you suddenly found yourself perched on Ivar's lap. Somewhere you had certainly never been before.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, a cocky grin spread across his face.

"Um, over there." You nodded your head towards the other open spot.

"No, you're sitting here now."

"Stop hogging her, brother." Hvitserk reached over and dragged you off Ivar. Somehow you ended up with your back against Hvitserk's side, his arm slung around you and your legs across Ivar's lap, him slowly running his hand up and down them.

Ubbe raised an eyebrow at the three of you. "Are you done yet?"

"I thought we were just fine but I guess Hvitty had other plans." Ivar snarked, rolling his eyes.

"We're good now." Hvitserk said with a cheesy smile, making you giggle.

"So how are you really doing, y/n?" Ubbe asked, staring at you with those knowing blue eyes.

"Um, I'm alright. Today was just…. rough." At the four questioning looks, you quickly explained about what you found this morning on Instagram.

Ivar slapped the armrest of the couch. "I'm beating his ass now and nothing you say can stop me."

You snagged his other hand that was still on your leg and clasped it, as if that alone could diminish his deadly intent. "Please don't. He's not worth it. I just…. I just want to move on. Ok?"

He grumbled, but eventually gripped your hand and gave it a single squeeze in acknowledgement.

Now here was the part that petrified you; but you needed to know.

"Um, how…. how long have…. was this your first time?" Your words stumbled out, making you cringe at how ineloquent it was.

"What are you talking about?" Sigurd drawled; one foot propped up so he slowly rocked in the gaming chair.

You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. You dropped your gaze, as you whispered your answer. "My….my singing."

"What? You sound bloody brilliant! The others have heard you more than me but you always sound amazing!" Sigurd exclaimed, a beaming smile on his face. "I don't know why you haven't gone out with me before! Oh! I'd love for you to try and sing in my band, we could use an amazing vocalist like you! Gods, we could get way more gigs with a beautiful woman like you upfront singing."

Soon as Sigurd started talking, you covered your face with your hands. The tears you managed to repress earlier flooded back. Your shoulders hunched over, cowering into yourself at the revelation. They had all heard you. Apparently more than just this one time. It was mortifying. Long ago you stopped singing in front of others, no longer able to face the ridicule, the degrading comments always thrown your way. And now, these brothers that you had become so close to…. if they said anything negative towards you right now, you were sure your heart would fully break and no lyric would ever pass your lips again.

Hvitserk shifted behind you, turning you so he could wrap both arms around your waist and place his cheek against the side of your head. "Y/n, talk to us."

You shook your head, the barely suppressed tears and poisoned words clogging your throat.

Abruptly, a pair of calloused hands grabbed yours, forcing them away from your face. You were immediately met by a pair of piercing blue eyes, only inches from your face.

"Whose ass am I killing now? Huh?" Ivar demanded in a low, menacing tone. Between his tone and the fury burning in his eyes, you knew he meant his question, and that sent a nervous chill down your spine.

"It's not…. it’s nothing."

"Bullshit." Ivar spat.

Hvitserk nuzzled your temple, his voice lighter but still with an edge of steel in it. "I agree with Ivar. Something happened."

Biting your bottom lip, you closed your eyes. There were a few things that were just too painful to talk about and this one, they had unknowingly stumbled upon.

"Was it your mother?"

Your eyes flew open, your head snapped over to stare at Ubbe in shock. He met your gaze unflinchingly, and somehow you knew he already figured at least part of it out. He accidentally overheard a phone conversation between you and your mother one time and once you got off the phone, he immediately pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and promised you never had to see her again if you never wanted to, that they would take care of you. Of course, you cried all over him after he promised that.

Ubbe leaned forward in the recliner, placing his elbows on his knees, gaze still intent on you. "What did she do?"

"She…. she hated when I sang. Said I was just desperate for attention. That I needed to just shut up. That no one would want to listen to me anyway. If she ever caught me singing…. once she duct-taped my mouth shut."

You could hear the gasps at your confession, followed by a round of curses. Hvitserk pressed a kiss to your temple, tightening his hold on you. Ivar squeezed your hands, still holding them within his own.

Ubbe nodded as if not surprised. He ran a hand down his face and sighed before stealing your gaze once again. "I have a feeling she wasn't the only one to hurt you."

At this point, a silent tear trekked down your cheek. You sniffled, dropping your gaze down. "I had an ex who used to make fun of my singing. He used to say 'at least you're pretty'. When we would ride together listening to music, he would tell me to stop singing and 'leave it to the professionals'. At some point, it just….it was better to not sing in front of anyone. So I only sang in the shower cause I thought no one would hear me."

Hvitserk turned your head, looking into your eyes. "Baby, listen to me. Your singing is incredible. We all love listening to you sing. Please don't be embarrassed about this with us."

"I'd love for you to walk around the house singing, I could happily listen to that all day." Ubbe said, a tender smile on his lips.

"I second that!"

"Sig, you're only here on Sundays." Ubbe glanced over at his brother.

Sigurd shrugged. "So? I could listen to her sing all day. Maybe she should move in with me and actually be appreciated."

"No! You're not stealing her from us!" Hvitserk said, practically cradling you against him, like a puppy afraid to lose its favorite toy.

"It's not stealing if she wants to go!"

Ivar butted in. "I am more interested in this other shitty ex and mother...can I find them?"

"No, Ivar. You have to stop threatening people."

"Why?" He whined at you, tugged on your hands, your legs still across his lap. "You won't let me teach them a lesson so all I can do is threaten."

"Also sounds like you have terrible taste in guys. Anymore shitty exes we should know about?" Sigurd asked, rocking his chair.

You figured at this point you were spilling all your dirty secrets so what was one more. "Um, I was talking to this one guy but when he found out I moved in here, he called me a whore for moving in with two brothers and told me I was a waste of his time." You softly admitted, having made sure none of them ever heard about that after it happened.

For a moment there was dead silence then….

"I'm going to need his name right now." Ubbe said, malice dripping off every word.

"Yeah! Let's cut his tongue out! See what he says about that!" Ivar cheered.

You could not stop the laughter that came out. The idea that these brothers got so worked up over anyone that ever insulted or hurt you was both sweet and slightly infuriating, but mostly sweet. No one had ever cared about you as strongly as these four brothers.

"It's fine now. How about this? Next guy to hurt me, I promise I'll give you his name."

"No! I want to cut this asshole's tongue out. Maybe slap him with it after!" Ivar smiled with a pure predatory look.

"I think you should just date one of us." Sigurd shrugged, watching everyone with a smirk. "Then you know he'd treat you right."

"I like this idea." Hvitserk smiled, squeezing you lightly. "We would romance the hell out of you."

"You guys are being silly. I don't even know what romance would look like." You giggled at the absurd idea. All the brothers were gorgeous in their own ways and could pick up any girl they wanted, why would they want you? Besides, your relationships were just platonic. "Is the interrogation over now? Want me to leave so you can get back to your game?"

"Nope, you're stuck here." Ivar said, leaning on you now so you were sandwiched between the two brothers.

Ubbe chuckled. "We've told you before, you are welcome to hang out with us. Why don't we put in a movie?"

After many arguments and some mild threats, a movie was finally chosen. You settled against Hvitserk, facing the TV, as you played with Ivar's hair, his head now in your lap.

As you watched the movie, you missed the silent conversation between the brothers happening around you. It was decided that your next boyfriend would certainly be one of them and in the meantime, they were all going to romance the hell out of you and make sure you understood how important and incredible you are.

Starting with making sure you sang whenever you wanted.

#vikings #vikings fandom #vikings fanfic #vikings fanfiction #ivars heathen army #ivar the boneless #ivar imagine #ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #sigurd #sigurd ragnarsson #hvitserk #hvitserk ragnarsson #vikings imagine #modern vikings #roommates #mzwrites

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kiwicubs · 4 years ago

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Good Old-fashioned Loverboy

three teens who figured it out. . .sorta. . .yeah definitely figured it out

words: 1412

yamaguchi x reader x tsukishima

No exams, no homework and no practice which was honestly a miracle for the team. Just a regular Friday night for the Karasuno boys and their managers. The 3rd years are planning to go to the cinema, the 2nd years are working together to find an arcade that Tanaka and Noya haven’t been banned from, and two groups of 1st years are doing something different. Yachi, Hinata, and Kageyama were heading to the park for two things; taking photos and volleyball. While Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and you were heading to town for karaoke.

“This would’ve been much easier if we had picked a place beforehand.” you groaned out to the boys on either side of them. The trio just got off the train and realized none of them had direction to the Karaoke Plaza.

“I can proudly say that it’s not on me this time. Tsukki was in charge of directions for this one. . .” Yamaguchi mumbled out not wanting to take the blame for the lack of directions.

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima grumbled out, ears lightly tinted pink. It sorta drifted from his mind during the train ride especially with you and Yamaguchi leaning against him, debating on what songs to sing when they got there.

Y/N could only laugh at Tsukishima’s unfortunate call out by Yamaguchi. To save Tsukishima from further embarrassment, they just searched “Karaoke Plaza” and found one about a 10 minute walk from the train station.

After looping around twice around the block, they finally get to the plaza and Y/N payed for the room while Yamaguchi gathered snacks, drinks for them and Tsukishima paid for those because he messed up on the directions.

“A good Karaoke Friday with my boys!” you exclaimed excitedly, walking into the room holding the basket of treats that Tsukishima had you carry.

“Tch. . . it’s not that exciting, nerd” the tall blonde muttered out

“Tsukki, you’re in class 1-4 with us so you’re also a ‘nerd’ along with us” the green headed boy shot back as if it was second nature.

You set down the basket on the middle table near the book and controls while the two others got comfortable and fixed. Once getting their bags and jackets off, Yamaguchi looked for the small tambourines and Tsukishima decided to get the TV going.

Looking through the book, Y/N found the song they were looking for, ‘Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy’ by Queen, it’s been a song on constant repeat for the manager especially when down in the dumps about their crushes. Punching in the American song code into the controller it starts at the song’s second chorus.

Say the word, your wish is my command~

You’ve known these two boys for four years now and it’s been quite the ride for you. You met them during junior high orientation week and you’re happy you did meet this pair. Complete opposites to one another but fit together as if they were final puzzle pieces.

Tsukishima Kei was a tough person to get talking to at first but slowly his tough facade chipped away. The tall blonde boy who is often seen with a frown or a condescending smirk on his face was smiling in the present of someone other than his closest friend.

Yamaguchi Tadashi was shy at first meet and isn’t the biggest people person but had no problem when snickering at others along with tsukishima. For some reason he had no troubles talking to you, he was the first to greet and the first to exchange numbers.

Two generally closed off kids meet another and open up. Sure they had their rough moments but that’s what made them them. You made it easier though and so you became the last actual piece of puzzle that formed the trio.

Two years in, you realized that you started to develop feelings that weren’t just platonic towards the boys. It was confusing and a nightmare figuring it out. You always tried to shove it deep down but it got hard after sometime.

Even more when you notice Tsukishima taking a liking towards Yamaguchi and seeing Yamaguchi giving the same. But you never notice how they looked at you when you looked away. Three friends who didn’t know what to do or say.

C’mon and Get It~

You didn’t know what came over yourself when you noticed Tsukishima glancing at Yamaguchi with a look of affection in his eye.

“Maybe it‘s time to let go” You thought with a sigh before pushing Yams towards Tsukki

Ooh, love~

Yamaguchi was too into his thoughts to hear the sudden sigh from beside him before being pushed towards his best friend, Tsukishima Kei.

His eyes widened from the fast change. Cheeks growing warm from the sudden burst of his personal bubble and the closeness. Looking at each other, it was as if the childhood friends were thinking on the same line.

“Maybe it’s time we finally tell them”

This wasn’t going to be some impulsive decision on their half or at least that’s what they’re telling themselves. Though it’s not like the two didn’t talk about this before with each other. The boys figured out at the end of junior high that they not only like each other but you as well.

So lost in the song you didn’t see the look the friends gave one another. A look that was soft but hesitant yet full of hope and affection.

Feeling a sudden tug at your hoodie, you're pulled between the middle block and pinch server. At the same time the two sing with genuine voices.

ooh, loverboy~

What’re you doin’ tonight, hey, boy?~

Standing there frozen from the line, heat moved to your cheeks and a silly smile slowly appeared on your face.

Write my letter~

Feel much better~

And use my fancy patter on the telephone~

The music is still playing on in the background and hearts racing for the sudden silence between the trio. Tadashi and Kei took a shot in the dark doing this, not really sure if you even like them back but they didn't care. The worst that could happen is you not feeling the same towards the two.

“You know it isn’t funny to mess with me like that, you guys.” you muttered out though your voice held no malice just a tinge of confusion and caution.

“We aren’t joking, idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Just hear us out, please?”

The room didn’t hold an awkward feeling if anything it was calm but loud at the same time.

“We realized that both of us hold feeling for you, y/n” Tadashi sounded so nervous getting his sentence out, “We’re honestly taking ou–” he gets cut off by the tall blonde

“What Tadashi is trying to say is that we both like you and if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, we could just ignore what just happened and move on.” he sounded so uninterested but the speed he spoke at gave away what his tone did not. He was nervous.

“I–” you began to speak but was cut off by Tadashi

“Like Tsukki said, if you don’t feel the same that’s okay.”

“Not like it would be the end of the world–” Kei gets a nudge in the side, tch, “Watch it, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

“Can I speak now?” you asked softly and gave a smile. The two players give you a nod. You shuffle a bit before clearing your throat.

“Before I was interrupted,” you eyed Tadashi playful, “I was going to say that I like you both as well.” you kept your gaze a bit low, too nervous to look them in the eyes. Taking in a deep slow breath, you gathered enough confidence to look towards Kei, “I like how you take the time out of your day to check on me when you feel like something is wrong,” grabbing his hand before turning towards Tadashi and taking his as well before continuing

“And I like how you let me call at the terrible hour of 3 in the morning just because I couldn’t sleep or I really wanted to talk about something you had no knowledge prior to.”

“So if you need to hear it one more time, I like both of you, Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi.”

One Month Later

“Hey Stingyshima, Yamaguchi, why is there a picture of the two of you and Y/N cuddling in the group chat?”

The pinch server could only laugh at his blonde partner because he was the one sent it by mistake.

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki”

#yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #short writing #x reader #haikyuu x reader #gn!reader #hq #hq x reader #tsukkiyama x reader #gn!mc #writing in one pov gets hard for no reason #at least for me #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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imagines-r-s · 4 years ago

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sticking it - j. farabee

chapter 7

a/n: besties, it’s here. this is so wholesome, i swear to god. i don’t really have much else to say, but i do plan on continuing writing fics for the ‘sticking it’ universe?? (idk if that’s the right way to word that) so if you have requests for fics that still follow y/n and joel after the olympics or even throughout the series, i will gladly accept those requests. feedback is welcome, please enjoy

taglist: @butgilinsky @barbienoturbby @sunsetholland @lovenhlboys @sortagaysortahigh @hockey-racing-fubol @oopsiedoopsie23 @iwantahockeyhimbo @dreamsndior

warnings: high school musical, an annoying amount of fluff, maybe another your mom joke, bestie adrian

sticking it masterlist

wc: 3.0k

(gif not mine)

As soon as the boys got back from the roadie, everyone was ready to go home and sleep in their own bed. Winning two of the three games during the trip, most of the guys had been running on adrenaline, but were ready to crash.

When Joel entered his apartment, still in his suit, ready to go to bed, he was shocked to see that some of his lights and his tv were on. He knew that he had double checked to make sure that they were off, but when he saw a pair of crutches leaning near where his couch was he quickly figured out why.

He took note of the way you had fallen asleep on his couch, still in one of his jerseys, and with your phone still in your hand. “Hey, babe, wake up,” he spoke softly which caused you to simply groan in response and turn around, “y/n/n, c’mon.”

Turning back around to face him, you smiled, which quickly dropped seconds later as you realized you had intended to stay awake to see him, “oh my god, I was supposed to stay awake to surprise you.”

“Aw, don’t stress it. Seeing you here was a really good surprise either way.”

“Bee, can you do me a favor?” you asked, starting to get up. He simply hummed in response, “do you think you could step outside, act like you haven’t come in here yet, and act shocked once you get back?”

“You’re so dramatic, I swear.”

“Ah, ah, ah, I just want to know if you’ll walk back outside,” you said, smiling as he rolled his eyes before turning around and walking out of the door, “make sure you close the door for even more dramatic effect.”

Joel simply rolled his eyes once more before walking back into his apartment, “oh my gosh, babe, what a surprise to see you here. Never expected that one, that’s insane.”

“Thank you,” you yawned, “I kinda missed you, not gonna lie.”

“Kinda?”

“Yes, I will not admit to anything more.”

“Ok, I missed you,too. C’mon, let’s go to bed though,” he grabbed your crutches from beside the couch and brought them to you.

“I’m fine just going home,” you said, but once you yawned again, you knew he would immediately reject that idea.

“You are way too tired to drive right now.”

“I have physical therapy tomorrow and if I stay here-”

“I’ll take you there tomorrow or at least just make sure you’re up in time, don’t stress it. Now, c’mon, you need some sleep,” he said, ushering you towards his room. As he started walking, he paused halfway through the hall, “wait, how’d you get in here?”

“I took a locksmith class once,” you said, shrugging, which only left him more confused.

“Um, alright,” he said as the two of you made your way towards his room. As you entered, you noticed the various pictures and hockey related things in his room. pictures of the team, along with pictures of his friends and family, pucks from his first nhl goal and his first hat trick sitting on one of the shelves.

As you glanced around his room, you took note of how his room wasn’t a mess, but it wasn’t completely clean either. taking a seat on his bed, you set your crutches off to the side near his bed. “As much as I love seeing you in my jersey, I don't think it’s the best thing to sleep in,” Joel said, throwing you one of his shirts.

“Awe, pretty boy. That’s very sweet. as much as I love seeing you in your suit, it might not be the best thing to sleep in. Might I suggest just sweatpants?” you asked, smiling sweetly.

“Just sweatpants?” he asked, looking for confirmation that he heard what you said correctly. Taking the nod he got in response as confirmation, he grabbed a pair of black sweatpants from his dresser, “I’ll be back in a sec, you need anything?”

“No, I’m okay, but thank you, Bee,” as soon as he left, you got ready for bed. As soon as you laid down, you tried to stay awake to talk to Joel about his games, but sleep soon overtook you.

When Joel got back, he smiled at seeing you asleep in his bed. After setting down the water bottle he got you, even though you said you didn’t need anything, he got into bed. Turning on his music, he turned towards you and wrapped his arms around you with his chest to your back.

He quickly moved his arms when he felt you turn, only to smile when you wrapped your arms around him with your face nestled in the crook of his neck, “goodnight, Bee.”

“Goodnight, babe,” seeing as you had already fallen back asleep, he quietly whispered, “I love you.”

When Joel woke up to an empty bed, he tried to avoid the assumption that you had heard what he said and had left him again. He knew it was bad to think, but that was the first place his mind went.

Getting out of bed to go to the bathroom, he heard music coming from the kitchen. As he walked closer to the kitchen, he heard the familiar soundtrack of High School Musical 3 playing, you singing along as you cracked an egg into the frying pan.

As you listened to the last part of ‘A Night to Remember’, you didn’t even notice Joel standing in the doorway watching you. You were in your own little world. As you used the spatula as a microphone, you did a turn and you shrieked as you noticed him leaning on the doorway, “god, Bee, what the fuck are you doing just standing there?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your karaoke session,” he stated, pushing off the wall to walk closer to you.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Don’t be upset, it was adorable.”

“I’m not trying to be adorable,” you scowled, turning back to the eggs that were still cooking. Feeling Joel stand right behind you, holding onto your hips as he dipped his head to kiss your neck, “better watch yourself, Farabee.”

“Babe, I’m just messing with you. Whatcha making?”

“Well, right now I’m making eggs and I was about to start the pancakes,” you said, listening as the song changed to ‘Just Wanna Be With You’, smiling as you heard Joel mumbling the words into the crook of your neck.

“Babe, c’mon, it’s a duet. So you have to ‘do it’, you know?” he said, taking a step back from you, grabbing onto your waist once more to spin you around to face him, as he started obnoxiously singing the words.

“Maybe you should stick to hockey, Bee. Singing is not your forte,” you said, laughing.

“You’re ruining the moment, sweet pea,” he said, spinning you around. You joined him in the singing and dancing, laughing whenever either of you messed up the words. As the last words rang out, his lips met yours, you smiled into the kiss as you heard ‘The Boys Are Back’ start to play.

“You guys should listen to this in the locker room, I think it’s perfect for game days,” you smiled, double checking the eggs once more.

“Oh, yeah? I’ll make sure to mention it to them.”

The two of you ate your breakfast in comfortable silence before getting ready for your PT appointment, you borrowing another one of Joel’s shirts to wear with the leggings you had worn the day before.

“I want to warn you,” you started as Joel parked the car, “Adrian is kinda a handful. He’s super nice, but he’s, uh. He’s Adrian.”

“Got it, alright,” he said, genuinely unsure of what was about to go down.

Lacing your hand in his, you led the way to Adrian’s office, walking right in as you saw that his door was open, “ooh, it’s my Olympic Superstar,” he said, quickly glancing behind you, “ooh, and the hockey superstar? Okay.”

“Hi, Adrian,” you sat down on the bench, Joel sitting in the chair beside you, “ this is Joel Farabee. Bee, this is Adrian Michael.”

“I see why you were super nervous to text him, he’s pretty,” Adrian said, removing your knee brace, “she literally threw the phone right after texting you one day, it was so funny.”

“Adrian, your face is right by my leg, if I kick my leg hard enough, I could easily do some damage.”

“Awe, babe. Don’t be mean. Adrian, what else happened?” Joel said, smirking.

“Oh, I like him, I approve,” Adrian said, glancing up to see you hiding your face with your hands, “I told her she was a dumbass for not talking to you about how she felt, but I’m assuming she did that since you’re here right now.”

“Yeah, I agree, she is kinda a dumbass at times,” Joel said, trying not to laugh.

“You’re a dumbass, too, so don’t even,” you said, shooting a glare his way.

“Alright, kids. I can tell you’re the perfect match for each other, but good news is your knee is getting better. I can tell you actually listened to what I told you to do this time around,” he said, grabbing some athletic tape,” I know the two weeks aren’t exactly done, but you only have two days left, so I’m going to wrap up your knee for now. But you can start training, minimal pressure on your legs , no hard landings, no vault or tumbling, you know the deal. But keep up what you’re doing, you’ll be all set to start training as soon as a week.”

“Wait, really?” you smiled as he nodded in response.

“But you have to be smart about your training. Stick to mainly conditioning and drills for right now, only do pit landings if you need to work on any dismounts, actually use the athletic tape, and if you feel any pain, you let me know ASAP.”

“Ok, cool,” you smiled, ready to go to the gym now.

“Knowing you, you’ll be at the gym later tonight, but don’t do anything dumb,” Adrian said, rolling his eyes, “and keep her line, pretty boy.”

“I’ll try my best,” Joel said, smiling.

“Alright, you should be all set then. Good luck, superstar.”

“Thanks, Adrian,” you said as you walked out the door.

…..

Joel knew that you wanted to go to the gym to at least do something since you were finally able to, so he took you to your apartment to get your gym bag right after lunch. As soon as you got there, you asked Michelle and Marcus if you would be able to have some time in the back gym - which was essentially the same as the main gym, it just held some of the older, but still safe, equipment.

Setting your bag down, you decided to start on floor with basic skills, just to get in the groove of doing actual skills again. Stretching first, you made your way to the floor to get started. As you got back into doing some easy skills - with no harsh landings, obviously - you made your way to beam and bars, knowing that vault would be too hard on you right now.

You were able to work on some of the skills that you had done for years now, there were only a few things that you couldn’t work on that weren’t dismounts or tumbling. You were just happy to be back to where you felt most at home.

As you did your cool down workout, you had gotten your phone out, scrolling through twitter to see the usual mentions that you would see on the daily. But recently, there were a lot more negative things said, more comparison to your teammates and competitors, and people doubting that you deserved this.

Joel quickly saw the way your face fell as you looked at your phone, he could only assume that you had seen something that had completely ruined how happy you were. He reached over to grab the phone from your hands, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Bee. Don’t worry about it,” you said, trying to grab the phone from his hand.

“y/n/n, I know something is up, what happened?”

“Just people saying shit, it’s nothing.”

“See, on any regular occasion, it would be nothing. You block whoever, yeah, yeah, yeah. But we’re talking about the Olympics here, babe. Everyone here supports and believes in you, so what you do is, you go out there and you prove to those people that you deserve your spot. The only opinion that matters is yours at the end of the day,” he smiled, “so, are you going to let them get to you? Or are you going to prove them wrong?”

“I mean proving them wrong is probably the better option, you know,” you said, jokingly.

“Let’s try that answer again. Which one are you going to do?”

“Prove them wrong.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, leaving you stunned for a moment as he helped you get your gym bag together. When he noticed you still standing there, he quickly turned around, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. You just said ‘my girl’, I just - I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Did I just make the y/n y/l/n flustered? Awe, and she’s blushing. Oh my god, are you guys seeing this?” he yelled out to the empty gym, “Hm, and there for a minute I didn’t think you felt anything.”

“Shut the fuck up, Farabee,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“And we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming,” he said, mocking an announcer’s voice.

“You’re an idiot, Bee.”

“I’m your idiot, though,” he said simply, leaving no room for debate.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you smiled, the two of you walking back towards his car with your hands intertwined.

…..

As the days passed on, since you still had limited practice time, you were able to attend games and team celebrations as the Flyers got closer to the playoffs. Karly even convinced you to sit with her and the other WAGs at a few games.

“Hm, it’s almost like I told you that you would end up sitting up here with us one day,” Karly said, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, Karly, you did indeed say that,” you grumbled.

“Awe, Sunshine, it’s okay to admit that you’re wrong sometimes.”

“I strongly disagree,” the two of you made your way back to your seats, smiling when you saw Joel messing around with Phil during warm up.

“You are so in love with him, it’s crazy,” Ryanne said as she sat down beside you.

“What? No- not today. I tolerate him more than I tolerate most people, but I don’t love him,” you rushed out, still in shock from what you had just heard.

“Just because you don’t say it out loud doesn’t mean it’s not true, you know,” Karly added.

“Yeah, but- that’s kinda scary,” you sighed, looking out onto the ice as you saw Joel laughing at something Nolan had said.

“Love is scary sometimes, but with the right person, it’s super easy to do. It happens, but you better not run away from it this time. You both deserve it and you’re both happy, so don’t run,” Ryanne said, holding Gavin on her lap.

You didn’t say anything in response, simply watching as the game started. This game was the last game that they had before the playoff games, so you could visibly see the tension rolling through the team as the game started.

By the second period, the game was tied - Joel, Nolan, and Claude having scored . Third period was their make it or break it moment, so everyone in the stands was watching intently as the period started. As the period progressed, both goalies were doing a great job of keeping goals from being scored, meaning that by the end of the third period the score was still tied.

With no points being made during overtime, a shootout was set to happen. Karly quickly gripped your hand as the two of you watched as Nolan skated onto the ice. “Nolan, c’mon, you got this,” you mumbled mostly to yourself. Watching intently as Nolan started skating towards the goal, watching as he made his way towards the goal, pulling his stick back and hitting the puck. Right into the goal.

The whole arena erupted in cheers as the boys celebrated, you and the other WAGs smiling as you watched the team that had grown so much this season make more progress towards their main goal. As spectators left the arena, you made your way down to the tunnel to wait on Joel.

You waited anxiously for Joel to exit, your eyes glued to the door every time you heard it open, “you watching the door isn’t going to make him leave any faster. Trust me, I’ve tried,” Ryanne said, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m still going to try it though,” you laughed.

“Figured.”

You spent some time holding Gavin, trying to get him to sleep, so that Ryanne wouldn’t have to worry about it, “you know, you’re really good with kids.”

“Ah, ah, ah. You already brought up me being in love with Bee earlier, I’m not having this conversation,” you said, looking up to see Ryanne watching behind you.

“You’re in love with me?” a familiar voice said from behind you, causing you to almost give yourself whiplash as you turned around.

“Uh, hi, Bee,” the tension in your body immediately dissipated when you saw the smile that was now on his face, “yeah, Bee. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, softly before his lips met yours gently. “I don’t think this day could get any better.”

“It would be a lot better if you didn’t kiss her in front of me, Beezer,” Kevin’s voice boomed from the other side of the hallway.

“What was that, Hayesy? It almost sounded like you said something, I don’t know for sure though,” Joel said, wrapping his hand around your waist.

“I’m proud of you, babe. You did it,” you whispered, leaning into his side.

“Dude, imagine. ‘Stanley Cup Champion dating Olympic Gymnastics Champion,’ I like the sounds of that.”

“Hate to break it to you, but it would definitely be ‘Olympic Gymnastics Gold Medalist dating Stanley Cup Champion. You know the Olympics are kind of a big deal.”

#sticking it #joel farabee #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #philadelphia flyers #joel farabee x reader #joel farabee imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #beezer #joel farabee x gymnast!reader

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blouisparadise · 4 years ago

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis is pining for Harry. We hope you’ll enjoy this list. We also have a mutual pining rec list here and we will have a pining Harry rec list eventually. Happy reading!

1) Down On Your Knees, You Don’t Look So Tall | Explicit | 3445 words

Louis and Harry are friends, and best ones at that. Louis loves Harry more fiercely more than he's ever loved anyone, so he doesn't really have a problem with it when they start doing this thing. this wonderful, wonderful thing.

2) You Had Me At Hello | Explicit | 4529 words

Louis works in the shop next to Harry's cupcake shop. Louis pines after Harry until he goes into a heat and Harry finally catches up.

3) Just Like Live Wires | Explicit | 5427 words

Harry climbs into Louis’ bed when he’s cold. Louis pines.

4) Something To Live For | Mature | 5535 words

After over a century of waiting for Harry to realize they're mates, Louis gets his heart broken when his friend announces he's found his 'one' in a human girl named Teresa. Wanting only happiness for Harry, Louis accepts that it just wasn't meant to be and decides it's time to let go of the immortal life.

5) Five Times Harry Styles Was Jealous | Mature | 6184 words

Harry's jealous all the time but there were five times that definitely stand out. Five times that changed Louis and Harry's relationship.

6) On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine | Explicit | 9261 words

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

7) Let The Beating Waves Come Drag Me Down | Explicit | 9447 words

“Just try it, the worst thing that could ever happen it’s that you won’t like it” Niall had told him. And there he was, on the way to one of these pubs created for perverts, willing to break up the routine to try something new, something that terrified as much as excited him.

One night to get swept up in passion, one night to let the devil get in.

"Tonight, I’m going to make you scream of ecstasy Louis,” he said with a raspy voice full of control, making him tremble with anticipation.

8) Got It Right Such A Long Time Ago | Explicit | 9699

There are a lot of people Harry might expect to find on his doorstep at three o’clock in the afternoon these days.

It could be the delivery man, come to drop off the pair of boots Harry impulsively ordered online last week. It could be one of his neighbors, dropping by to complain about how a party he’d thrown weeks ago had clogged up the street. It could also be any number of his friends in L.A., who stop by unannounced most days to mooch off Harry’s food or whisk him away to try some new yogurt shop.

As a rule, it definitely cannot be Louis Tomlinson, although Harry’s blinked at least three times now, and it’s still Louis standing there, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a duffel bag at his feet.

9) You Know What They Say | Explicit | 10232 words

Nice guys always finish last.

10) Call If You Need Me | Explicit | 10770 words

If anyone asks later on, Louis plans to tell them that it’s all Niall’s fault.

11) Love Is Like This; Not A Heartbeat, But A Moan | Explicit | 13150 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.

Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

12) Just Let Me | Mature | 14714 words

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

13) We’re the New Romantics | Explicit | 16054 words

Alternatively, a high school au where Louis pines and Harry is not who he seems to be. Featuring peanut butter banana milkshakes, motorcycles, and first times.

14) Wait For Me (To Come Home) | Explicit | 16066 words

A future fic of time stamps where Louis finally comes to grips with a love he'd denied for too long.

15) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do.

In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

16) I Wanna Be More Than Friends | Not Rated | 20721 words

The one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

17) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

18) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30830 words

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

19) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Mature | 30429 words

Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.

20) Where The Lights Are Beautiful | Mature | 31170 words

The accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

21) Mark My Word (We Gon’ Be Alright) | Explicit | 35524 words

"He’s always known that there would come a time when Harry would bond with some beautiful, quiet omega, and they would have lots of curly-haired pups and live happily ever after.

Knowing it and living it are two very different things, though. Watching the object of your affection desperately search for a mate and completely disregard you as an option is all sorts of painful, but it is what it is, and Louis is just going to have to learn to live with that."

22) Before We Knew | Explicit | 39831 words

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

23) Eyes Off You I Explicit | 39396 words

A Charlie’s Angels inspired fic where Louis is the brains, Harry is the charm, Liam is the muscle, and Niall drives the getaway car - and Zayn is there, too. sometimes.

24) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (Nut Please Don't Bite) | Mature | 42074 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."

25) Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches | Explicit | 46625 words

A Friends with Benefits AU, in which Louis falls in love and Harry is jealous. There is some Karaoke singing somewhere in there, because how do you write a romantic comedy without a Karaoke scene?

26) Underneath The Moon | Mature | 46927 words

In five years’ time, Louis would be the one saying to his students about how he knew the great Harry Styles, in a time before he had ever put out an album or performed on a real stage. Harry fucking Styles had been his best friend and he still loved him, he always would. But they couldn’t stay that way.

27) The Sidelines | Explicit | 47078 words

Note: There are mentions of Top Louis.

Or Harry and Louis play hockey for Penn state and can’t stand one another, since they can’t keep their hatred off the ice their coach and team do what they can to keep their hard earned spot in the playoffs and their two star players from killing each other.

28) Waiting For The Tides To Meet | Explicit | 59873 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

29) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words | Sequel

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

30) Inevitable | Explicit | 185917 words

AU where Louis and Harry used to be more than friends, but everything had to change the day Harry introduces Louis to his new girlfriend.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #larry #pining louis #blp fic recs #blp

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writinganecho · 3 years ago

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If I told you - kim inseong - 2

Kim Inseong x gender ambiguous reader

genre: fluff, a sprinkle of angst, nerd!Inseong, office friends to lovers, slow burn

warnings: discussions of food, hinted insecurities (performance anxiety/stage fright/general), a creepy superior

word count: 9,6k (sorryyyyyyy)

A/N: for those unfamiliar, a coin karaoke booth (coin noraebang - since english uses karaoke i used karaoke in the story) is generally a small room or booth where you pay per song to sing instead of per hour.

You had not been intimidated the first time you entered the company as a trainee. Yes, you had been nervous during the intensive selection process - an IQ test, cover letter, then multiple interview rounds and case studies to complete in front of a jury - but now that you were hired, you felt mostly relief. Relieved that you had finally found a job, though likely temporary, underpaid and in an industry you were not particularly passionate about. But at least it was a job, with pay, and you did not have to humiliate yourself in other job interviews or work yourself to the bone as a barista to barely make your rent anymore.

So walking into the grand entrance hall, you mostly felt indifference. You hoped to just make it through these two years gaining enough experience to transfer someplace elsewhere, more idealistic and less corporate. Office workers in clean-cut suits - your new colleagues - were walking with a clear purpose towards their reports, meetings or first morning coffee, scanning their tags on the low gates to join the lines in front of the multiple elevators the 16 story building held. You complimented yourself quietly for arriving well before you were supposed to, seeing these crowds.

You walked up to the reception, where a kind, young receptionist handed you your tag when you had given you your name purpose for coming: introduction for the new trainee cohort. “The kick-off will take place in the big conference room on the 14th floor - 14C8, it’s called. There’s small signs next to every door, so you can’t miss it!” She spoke in an upbeat voice, a tone you were never able to match early in the morning. You thanked her and made your way to the elevators. Like everyone else did, you swiped your tag and the gates opened, making you feel strangely powerful. This feeling was soon dampened when, while waiting in front of the elevators, you checked your photo on the tag. You winced - of course it was the soulless photo from your resumé.

As cramped as the elevator was on the lower floors, the emptier it had gotten when you finally reached the 14th. When you stepped out of the elevator and turned right on a whim, you arrived at an open floor space where people were quietly working, ignoring you. You saw some smaller meeting rooms, but judging from their size you guessed they weren’t large enough to be considered a conference room. You turned around and moved the other way, sighing - why did you have the feeling this was going to be more difficult than you thought? Why weren’t you blessed with a good sense of direction?

You turned around and took the other way from the elevators.

And here, the search began. You walked in a - to you at least - maze of corridors consisting of office spaces and meeting rooms. You had collected 14M8, 14W8… but none of them 14C8. The apathy you had felt before now had grown into stress - you had arrived quite early, but this search was taking so long you only had about 15 minutes left before the kick-off would start. From what you guessed, you hadn’t even covered half of this floor filled with disinterested people.

Turning around and hopefully going into the direction of the elevators again, when you saw someone walking your way who finally looked approachable enough to ask for directions. You felt like a stranded sailor seeing another human being at last after months of lonely survival.

Actually, it looked like the guy coming your way was searching himself. He looked around your age, wearing a suit jacket that seemed somewhat big on him, except around his shoulders. His dark bangs hung slightly over his thick, black-rimmed glasses.

“Excuse me,” you started apprehensively. “Are you by any chance also looking for conference room 14C8? For the trainee kick-off? I feel like I’m going in circles here…”

You could see a light relief wash over his face. “Yes! So it’s not on this side?” “I’ve been combing these plains for quite a while now and was unsuccessful in my quest thus far,” you said, more dramatically than was probably needed.

“Let’s try the other, unexplored side of the map then,” the guy said, playing along.

You walked together, finding comfort in each other’s presence and shared unfamiliarity in this new, formal environment. Taking a different turn this time, you finally found the conference room, after the guy you met spotted a banner with “Welcome trainees!” at the fair end of a hallway you passed. You looked at each other victoriously as you were greeted by two employees, who handed you a tote bag with folders and merch from the company and told you to take a seat wherever - the kick-off was postponed by 15 minutes.

Some fellow trainees were already seated, looking at their phones. A group of about five guys standing together, speaking and laughing loudly, drowning out all other sounds. The group reminded you instantly of the privileged business majors from your college, and you wanted to avoid interacting with them as much as possible. You looked around to see whether your old college neighbor Yuna had already arrived - you had heard through your friends that she had also been accepted, but hadn’t been sure whether to take up the offer.

Meanwhile, the guy you met had moved to the middle rows, taking a seat. You decided to join him, since he was the only familiar, friendly face you had met so far. You crashed next to him as he was examining the contents of the tote bag you received. He looked up. “Oh, is it okay for me to sit here?” You grinned, but internally unsure whether he wanted company.

“Sure,” he mumbled, averting his eyes, and roamed in his bag to get out a notebook and pen.

You guessed he was not in the mood for small talk - you couldn’t blame him, these kinds of assemblies were so awkward - so you took out your phone to text your friends about the maze adventure you’d just experienced.

You jumped up from your texts when a familiar sound started playing next to you.

“Any good Pokémon here?” You asked, glancing over while the guy next to you frantically tried to lower the sound coming from his phone.

“Um, there’s a gym here.” His voice sounded a little wary. “Do you play?”

“I used to,” you said. “Usually during the commutes to my part time job. I was kind of into it, but my phone battery couldn’t handle it well so I quit. I could retire comfortably from Team Instinct after having caught a shiny Bulbasaur!” “Uhhh it’s all about Team Mystic!” Behind his thick glasses, his eyes started to glisten. “You know,” he continued in a proud tone, “in high school I used to write Pokémon novels for an online portal site - it was so popular it got featured on the front page multiple times!”

You laughed and the guy’s cheeks burned. He bit his lip, probably thinking he had said too much, but realized your laugh wasn’t unkind, but rather surprised, when you asked: “Really? On the front page? What was it about?”

“It was a Pirates of the Caribbean crossover-”

You laughed again, fascinated. “Your mind! Wait, don’t tell me more, where can I read it?” “It was removed from the site by the mods because they said the story became too unrealistic…” His slight pout was replaced by a slight smile when he heard you laughing once more. “I thought I heard a familiar laugh,” a new voice said brightly and you saw Yuna standing to your right. She still had the cool aura that attracted hordes of guys in college - underneath, you knew, was a friendly, conflict averse person whose nightstand was stacked with romance novels. “You made it!” Now in a cheerful mood, you got up to give her a hug. Despite never being close enough with her to call her a friend, you had always gotten along well during college. You had cooked her dinner every once in a while when she had gone through rough patches with guys she had been dating.

“Barely,” Yuna responded as you released her from your embrace, putting her stuff down and sitting down next to you. “This conference room was so difficult to find, I thought it was part of another interview round!”

“Right?” You said, heavily nodding in agreement. “I’d still be going in circles if I hadn’t met…” You paused, realizing that you never had asked his name. “Kim Inseong,” he interjected. “And I think I would still be roaming the dark halls of this company if it weren’t for you.”

This led you to introduce yourself too, followed by Yuna. You talked a little bit about your work experience before starting this traineeship - Yuna and Inseong had both done multiple related internships at large rival companies, while you had combined part-time work with interning at a small NGO. Feeling a little bit inferior, despite both Yuna and Inseong asking interested questions about your internship, you were relieved when the introduction program finally started.

You received a - too long - presentation on the company, the history, the organizational structure... Inseong seemed to be one of the few actually taking notes consistently - you gave up almost immediately and only dotted down some information on the trainee program itself. You would be working at three different departments over the course of one and a half years; you were selected for these three departments on the basis of the previous interview rounds. Your time at each department would be concluded with a presentation in front of your team leaders, managers, traineeship coordinators and other trainees, serving as your semi-annual evaluation. At the end of that 1.5 years trainee period, you could possibly be scouted by any of the company’s departments for employment. However, as the coordinator presenting stressed, employment was not guaranteed. Despite not being sure if you would want to stay in the first place, the insecurity that statement held still gave you the jitters.

The presentation ended by dividing the thirty-ish trainees into groups of five to show them around the building.

“Would’ve been better if they would’ve started with a tour,” you muttered to yourself. Yuna, you, and three other guys were grouped together - two of which were from the group of loud preppy guys you had spotted before, you noticed to your dismay. Your group was already leaving before Inseong’s, so you said your goodbyes there.

“It was nice meeting you,” you said. “If you don’t see me again, I’m probably lost on another floor again.” After this lame joke, you left Inseong with a grin blooming on his face and yours.

That grin unfortunately was washed from your face quite quickly to form a scowl. The whole morning, your annoyance grew with the guys in your group, who were not paying attention to the tour, silently joking and embarrassing each other, and sometimes even others. The short introduction game you played before the tour already set the tone. You were asked to find three things the five of you had in common. When all of you started off listing your work experiences and you mentioned doing part time work, Sam, who you soon learned to be the leader of the preppy guy group you’d seen, groaned and had said that it would be difficult to find things you shared in that case.

The game ended with Sam and, as you had learned through the game, his childhood friend, Youngwoong, incessantly interrogating Yuna about her dating status. Remembering Yuna’s sometimes questionable taste in men and the times you had checked up on her when she refused to leave her dorm room after another bad breakup, you balled your fists in bottled-up anger. While she tried to politely answer around the questions, you struggled to keep the game on track. This proved to be difficult with the third guy, Seoham, starting to join their questioning as well and you had to use all of your self-restraint to not put them in their place and burn your bridges before even having crossed them. The tour led you to all departments in the company, from IT to the management floors. The way Sam and to a lesser extent Youngwoong could switch between pejorative questions to secretaries and comfortable jokes to influential managers made you conclude that they grew up in privilege - as though Sam’s stories about their summer trips on his family yacht hadn’t been a giveaway. At the same time, you were happy that Yuna was off the hook for a while.

For the rest, the grandness of the company dazzled you. The walls and corners of the upper management floors were decorated with artworks that would not be out of place in a contemporary art museum, and the cafeteria where you were having lunch, now together with the rest of the trainees, had chefs prepare your food on the spot.

“We should have dinner at the end of this week to celebrate entering the company,” Yuna said as you had all sat down with your freshly dished up warm meals. Two other friends of Sam and Youngwoong had just joined as well and the guys were loudly exchanging banter about the tour.

You almost choked on your food. “Having dinner? All together? On Friday?” You asked in clarification - was she only proposing this to you or also to these guys who had been bothering you and you thought her too the whole morning?

“Oh yeah, we could have drinks with all the trainees and go out after,” Youngwoong chimed in. You had not expected him to listen in.

“Ugh, but let’s not invite everyone,” Kiyong, another friend of Sam and Youngwoong, loudly interjected. “Some of the people here are so lame, like the guy I just told you about, who kept asking non-stop questions at the legal department. Our tour took ages because of him. Oh, speaking of that nerd…” He motioned his head at Inseong, who had just picked up his food and was looking around, somewhat anxiously, his heavy backpack on his shoulders and the tote hanging on his arm.

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the nth time since you had met these elitist guys. To an extent you knew you would also be annoyed if that endless tour would have taken longer because of some overly vigorous co-worker, but you were sure that the questions Inseong had asked had been respectful and out of interest, rather than flippant as you’d seen from them.

“Ugh,” you started in the same tone as Kiyong just used. “Where are we, in high school? Oh wait, privileged people like you hardly ever develop your personality beyond your parents’ wealth and never learn that behavior like this wasn’t funny in high school either.”

That off your chest, you did not care to pay attention to their response but rather waved over Inseong. “Inseong! You can join us here if you’d like!” You scooted over demonstratively.

The already uneasy look in Inseong’s eyes seemingly magnified either because of his glasses or because he saw the company you were in. It made you feel bad. Why did you invite him over to sit with guys who basically just trash talked him behind his back? You glared back at the rest of the table. The guys, appearing to be ignoring you, were talking amongst themselves.

“Oh, I-” Inseong started when you looked back at him, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “Okay.” He moved to sit next to you. Until the activities resumed, you tried to apologetically make small talk with Yuna and Inseong, but the latter mostly ate in silence.

You had not planned to go to the dinner Yuna suggested, feeling socially and physically exhausted after a week full of meeting new people, learning to use new software and receiving training to get ready for your first trainee term at Sales and Account Management. You’d rather spend the start of your weekend lazily watching movies in the comfortable company of your friends or by yourself.

However, seniors from the company unabashedly imposed themselves on the dinner plans, inflicting a sense of obligation to your trainee cohort to join. So here you were, in a darkly lit karaoke meets dinner room that served pretty decent sushi and seemingly limitless alcohol, feeling miserable. You loved belting your worries away at karaoke, but you were sure that singing an emotional ballad with a superior, as one of your poor fellow trainees was doing at the moment, would only be stress-inducing.

You were sitting at one of the unlucky tables with two seniors from Sales, who said they wanted to join your table since Sam, Kiyong and you would be entering their department. Sam and Kiyong’s brown-nosing small talk with their soon-to-be managers (“Oh, I think we met before - you play at the same golf course as our family!”) gave you an inkling of how the next six months would be like. You tried to communicate your pitiful state to Yuna across from you, but she was more focused on politely declining another refill by Manager Kim, kindly making sure the half-full glass in your right hand wasn’t filled to the brim again either. You both shared discomfort with the increasingly drunken state of the men at the table.

You looked around at the other tables, plotting an escape plan and wishing you were sitting at one with only trainees, even though the mood seemed awkward there as well. Inseong was sitting at a table nearby, quietly sipping his coke while other trainees were chatting. You hadn’t seen him since the first day of orientation, but here your eyes met briefly.

“Y/N, you are no fun!”

You were forced back to the conversation at your table by the voice of Deputy Chung. From what you had gathered, he sat on the board of directors as an appointee for the company’s biggest department, Sales and Account Management. That position, combined with relatively good looks for his age, made him think of himself as a big deal. You also saw him being a bit too friendly with some of the trainees this week already.

Deputy Chung, who sat next to you, scooted closer and grabbed the glass you were holding to again try to refill your beer, covering his hand with yours. You sat paralyzed in your seat, eyes widened and briefly flashing to Yuna who returned a look of concern. He clumsily filled your glass, spilling a bit over your hands, and then tried to bring the drink to your lips.

“Just have a glass to soothe your throat and then it’s our turn to sing a duet - I was thinking of A Thousand Miles…”

Determined to not let this creep ruin one of your favorite karaoke songs, you pushed down the drink as determined yet cordial as you could. You then hunched over a bit, clutching your stomach and a pained expression on your face. “I am sorry for not being able to join the fun, Deputy Chung,” You said, hoping your apologetic tone sounded convincing enough. “I just have these terrible stomach cramps…”

“Oh yeah, you mentioned you weren’t feeling this well this morning, too,” Yuna quickly interjected, catching your drift. She resolutely stood up and walked over to your side of the table, helping you to get up.

“I think it’s best for you to rest at home, especially since you’d want to be in the best condition when starting at our seniors’ department.” She shot Deputy Chung and Manager Kim a charming smile.

While Yuna grabbed your bag, you pretended to lean on your chair and gave the table a remorseful look before they could protest. “I really wish I could stay…”

“Nonsense! We’ll have plenty of opportunities to see each other at the office!” Deputy Chung answered soothingly, reaching out to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You flinched and made a mental note to try to find ways to avoid him as much as possible in the upcoming months. “Enjoy the rest of your evening!” Yuna staunchly intervened, helping you hobble out of the room, hunched over, feigning pain and leaning slightly on her.

Outside the bar, Yuna remained strong-willed. “Okay, let’s get a cab. That was horrible. I’m sorry, I might have mentioned your karaoke skills and inspired him to overstep…”

“Well, in the end we got them off both our backs,” You said, happy to have found a way for both of you to leave. “Let’s get out of here.” “Y/N!” A familiar voice made both of you turn around. “Are you alright?” Inseong faced you, messy hair not disguising a concerned frown, both your coats in his arms. “You left these.”

You laughed in relief. “Inseong! We’re fine now - was our performance that convincing?”

While putting on your coats, Yuna and you explained the situation to Inseong, whose posture visibly relaxed, though a slight frown lingered. “Glad to know you’re okay. I don’t think there were many trainees enjoying this dinner but Deputy Chung really crossed the line-” Yuna interrupted him. “Let’s just forget about it and get some drinks someplace else to at least end this week on a more positive note. Finally we can share some workplace gossip!”

Away from creepy coworkers and forced socializing, the three of you naturally continued your conversation of the first day you met in a quieter nearby bar, sometimes playfully hiding away from co-workers passing by on their way home, until you had to run, laughing, ducking away from possible co-workers, for the last train home.

As expected, your first 6 months as a trainee at Sales and Account Management was awful. Although your experience working in a coffee shop appeared to have offered you a basis in dealing with difficult client situations and sales, you did not enjoy having to smooth-talk for the sake of your employer’s profits. If your direct coworkers had been friendly or at least respectful, you at least wouldn't have dreaded going to work every day.

In these first months, it proved difficult to meet friendly colleagues to vent, since you worked on different floors and were dragged from meeting to meeting. You mostly had to rely on long, incoherent voice note rants to your friends from the company’s bathroom or spontaneous lunches with Yuna if your lunch schedules matched up. After work, you often quickly relieved your frustrations in a coin karaoke booth by passionately belting girl group songs out of tune.

Your biggest frustration was how Kiyong and Sam expertly pushed the most annoying, difficult tasks and accounts onto you. The only reason you let it slide was the unspoken agreement that they would deal with Deputy Chung - this helped them to get closer to the company’s higher-ups, and you to avoid any uncomfortable situations.

Only until your first evaluation, at the end of this first trainee period, you saw Inseong again, fumbling through a convoluted presentation with Seoham and another smart, mousy girl about a new software program they had come up with during their term at Product Development. You felt for them, but your main focus had been up to then to keep your team members focused on their work. In the run-up to the presentation, your snide remarks had evolved into losing your temper the night before to make sure Sam and Kiyong were doing their share.

Except for a few trainees - the undisturbed Sam and Kiyong, Yuna’s team who had given a stellar presentation - most trainees looked like they had hardly slept in the weeks leading up to this first evaluation. You were relieved when the presentations were over and that you were given some days to round off your projects at your first department, while feeling an odd, shared comfort in that you at least had been all in the same boat embarrassing yourself in front of your supervisors and senior managers.

This feeling of reprieve was quickly replaced with a new sense of dread when you received your new appointment that same week over email: Digitalization, one of the more illustrious departments within the company. You rested your head in your arms to muffle a groan in frustration. How did you end up assigned there? You weren’t completely inept at computer stuff, but you had expected only computer science graduates to be placed in that department.

So the next Monday you again went to work filled with dread. The Digitalization department was not very big, but since it was a pride project of the company it was located on one of the higher floors, close to associated departments Innovation and Product Development, though in your view inconveniently far away from IT. You located the meeting room where you would meet with your supervisor and fellow trainees. Apparently the last to arrive, you found Seoham and Inseong making polite small talk with a relatively young lady with short hair and a tired yet friendly face - you assumed her to be Team Leader Lim, your supervisor. “Ah, Y/N, you made it too - a good start!” She said when she saw you coming in. “We’ll begin early then.” You took a seat while giving a small wave to Inseong, feeling comforted having him as a friendly, familiar face in your team, and someone with a master’s in Computer Science to boot.

After a brief introduction round, where you learned that Team Leader Lim had been the first woman in a leadership position in this department, you received a brief presentation on the department and its goals. You got the main gist between the technical terms, you thought - the aim of the department was to on the one hand support the digitization of work processes, on the other hand develop and transform digital products “to suit the fast paced global market,” as Team Leader Lim put it. Inseong, next to you, was furiously taking notes, pushing his slipping glasses back onto the bridge of his straight nose and nodding when (you thought) particular parts of the presentation interested him. Seoham, on the other hand, sat detached and glassy-eyed. You had taken notes, mostly consisting of terms you needed to look up.

“Since this is a relatively new department focused on digital innovation,” Team Leader Lim said at the end of her presentation, “We’ll be giving you a lot of freedom to work on projects suiting your own interests and to further develop your programming skills. I’ll show you around to meet your colleagues and afterwards you’ll have the afternoon to yourself to familiarize with our team and projects.” You wondered if you should tell her that you did not have any programming skills to further develop in the first place, but felt relief in her words at the same time. This set-up would at least help you to fly under the radar a bit.

“I am so happy we’re in this together,” You whispered to Inseong, having grabbed his arm, while you followed Team Leader Lim out of the room. “I’m really in over my head here.”

His arm tensed a bit at your touch and you quickly let go, afraid that you’d made him uncomfortable - it’s not like you had spoken regularly the past few months. “I’ll fill you in later,” he answered, glancing quickly at you and then focusing them on the Department Head, whose office you had now entered.

However, already during this tour Inseong was making an effort to help you out. He was really active asking a lot of questions to the individual colleagues you met, yet his follow-up questions, you noticed, often clarified answers complex to people outside the field, like yourself. When moving to the next coworker to meet, he would define some key terms mentioned in a soft voice without Team Leader Lim noticing.

After the tour, you were led to your desks - as trainees, you would be sitting together. Inseong’s desk was located next to yours and before setting up his office space, he patiently answered any lingering questions you had. “... and I can also point you to some accessible coding courses, too, if you would like?” His eyes were focused on your computer screen, already typing the names of the websites you would need.

You smiled, looking at his profile. “That would be great. You know, Inseong, you could be a teacher - thanks for being so patient with me, you’re really helping me out.” Inseong remained fixated on setting up the courses for you, his cheeks now slightly rosy. “Oh, I don’t know…” “Do you think such courses would be helpful to others as well? Especially if this organization wants to digitalize, they would want their employees to get the basics down as well right? They should offer these courses for free.” “That is such a great idea, you should share it with Team Leader Lim.” Now, he returned your smile. He had not make you feel incapable or stupid in his answers to any of the countless questions you had shot at him just this morning. Maybe you would not be completely out of place in this department after all. “Maybe I will, but let’s first get something to eat! Seoham, are you coming as well?” You asked, more out of politeness. “No, you two go ahead.” And that marked the first of many lunches you would have with Inseong over the next six months, though he became in such high demand in the team that he wasn’t at his desk often around lunchtime near the end of your time at the department. Often Yuna would join you as well, who was feeling quite unhappy between her older, stiff colleagues at Finances & Control. Your other teammate Seoham would rarely eat with you - he dropped out of the traineeship program at the end of your fifth month at Digitalization for unknown reasons.

With Seoham leaving the traineeship program, it was just Inseong and you to come up with a presentation topic that would on the one hand summarize your contributions to the department, as well as giving recommendations for the future. This was a point of insecurity for you. The past months, you had mostly been working hard to figure out how you could contribute to the products they (including their star trainee Inseong) were developing and how the products actually worked in the first place. How would you make sure you would contribute equally? You could not fully rely on your suggestion on offering free programming courses to employees.

Inseong kindly tried to get you on board with a specific product they were developing that would assist both the company as well as clients in the first sales phase. You studied the mechanisms of the product, while adamantly insisting to Inseong that your evaluation presentation would be a communal effort - you had refused his first proposal of doing the majority of the work.

After a week of trying to work with the product and its software, you still weren’t comfortable using it, let alone helping in its development. When you saw Inseong enter the company with you the next Monday morning, you jogged up to him. Your presentation date was due in two weeks, and you had agreed with the team that you would spend that time preparing for the evaluation. “Morning!” You said more cheerfully than you felt when you had caught up with Inseong, who was dressed in his slightly too big suit jacket as always. Now that summer had arrived, you were happy just wearing a dress shirt and no coat or jacket. Wasn’t he feeling warm, you wondered.

“Want to start the morning with coffee on the 6th?”

On days where having lunch together fell through because of Inseong’s busy schedule, the garden there had become your go-to place to catch up.

“Yes, let’s.”

On your way to get coffee and then moving to the garden, Inseong asked you whether you had had a good weekend, which allowed you to get to the point immediately. You had not been able to stop thinking about that stupid new product. “How is this company going to ‘digitalize’ if an average employer like me does not even understand the product? How are they going to convince clients to get on board? Not everyone has their personal, dedicated Inseong to explain all these things like I do…” You finished your lecture when you entered the garden, feeling slightly apologetic to Inseong that you had immediately forced him to focus on work but more so for having someone as you as a teammate in the first place. He had, however, actually listened very attentively, blushing at your final comment, and responded sincerely when you sat down on one of the benches under the few trees the garden held, shielding you from the early morning sun. “But aren’t these all really good points? All of us working on this product are so familiar with the product and its back-end coding, we’ve been missing an outsider’s perspective. You always bring that in, which always so helpful.” Now your cheeks heated up. “Not only me, I think colleagues at IT, Product Development, Innovation probably also have good ideas too…” Inseong took out a notebook from his bag and started taking notes. “Definitely, we could use their experience with testing products before launch amongst our clients.” “Oh, and how about we supplement that with a test team consisting of employees from all kinds of departments and levels in the company?”

“That’s such a great idea.” You grinned at each other, the sun reflecting in Inseong’s glasses.

You spent the rest of the morning drafting your presentation on paper. Now that you had a clearer idea of how you could contribute, your confidence grew slowly but surely in the following days as you worked on the project. Working together with Inseong, you learned yet again, felt so easy. Not only because he was smart and hard working, but also because his constructive questions helped you further develop your ideas. You also both made sure that you took enough snack and coffee breaks, even when working late researching.

However, as the date of your presentation approached and you thrived more and more in your role, you noticed Inseong growing more anxious. He looked more pale than usual and his voice unsteady when speaking of the big day. Stage fright, you suspected, remembering his first presentation. Two days before the presentation, you proposed practicing the presentation together. You practiced until the evening, helping him make his slides more clear and discussing breathing pauses in his speech, to prevent him from speaking too fast in his nervous state. “Yes!” You clapped your hands together enthusiastically after another satisfying practice round. “I think we’re ready to present in front of an audience!”

You saw Inseong stiffen, clutching the notes in his hands.

“Or maybe we could first practice in front of more familiar faces?” You proposed quickly at the sight of his growing apprehension. “I could ask Yuna if she’s free tomorrow? Maybe her group could practice their presentation in front of us as well?”

“I don’t think I’m ready to do that.” He said quietly, looking at the space between the two of you on the floor.

Your brow knitted in worry. You didn’t want to force him to do anything he was uncomfortable with, but the two of you did have to present together for this evaluation and you wanted Inseong to have the opportunity to show off his ideas.

You walked up to him, closing the space between you. You gently took his cue cards from his hands. You could see Inseong’s eyes widen, but he kept looking down, now at your hands. “Maybe we should take a break,” You said mildly, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. You had stayed after work hours to practice and the only form of downtime you’d had was eating your Chinese takeout. “You know what I usually do when I really need to relax?” Inseong now looked up, eyes round, cheeks red. He studied your face questioningly. “I go and sing my heart out at a coin karaoke booth!” You said brightly with such a wide smile that for Inseong no other response was possible but to smile back and agree with your proposal.

You took him to the small coin karaoke booth near work, which you had frequented a lot during the horrid first half year of your traineeship, located in an always busy alleyway between many bars and minimarkets about a five minutes walk from your office. “I apologize in advance to your ears!” You warned excitedly before putting money in the machine. Immediately, the first tunes of Twice’s Fancy rang from the speakers and you started singing along, sometimes complementing the lyrics with small parts of the song’s choreography. Your enthusiasm made up for your talent. Inseong first stood motionless in the booth, overwhelmed perhaps by the sudden change in ambience this evening, but after some urging gestures by you started to sing along, first a bit shyly, then increasingly matching your excitement. Once singing with confidence, your eyes widened, impressed.

“Um, why didn’t you tell me you were such a good singer!” You exclaimed indignantly at the end of the song, at the same time motioning to him that it was his turn to choose the next song. He grinned awkwardly and chose a rock song you were unfamiliar with, but creatively added of course indispensable background vocals while Inseong sang.

After a few more songs you stepped outside again - tomorrow was another day at work after all. Throats dry, some hoarse (you) and cheeks glowing, you leisurely strolled to your subway station where Inseong wanted to drop you off. The temperature was mild, summery and warm, the streetlights softly gleaming on your faces, arms sometimes touching in the movements of your walk.

“Where have you learned to sing so well?”

Inseong looked ahead, but seemed to not really see the mostly quiet street in front of him, but someplace pleasant. “I used to be in choir in college, or I guess you could call it a singing club. We would practice once a week, all kinds of songs - we performed a few times at my university’s music festival. I still see the group often, although we don’t practice anymore, work you know.”

You asked him what kind of songs he mostly liked singing - ballads, uplifting or very sad, and rock songs - and he talked a little bit about his friends from the group, how they watched movies when they got together or how he played DnD every Wednesday with a few of them ever since college. You enjoyed seeing Inseong talk in such an animated yet relaxed way - he would speak fast, a smile never leaving his lips.

“When you performed at your uni festival, did you feel nervous?” Inseong kept his eyes focused in front of you. “Not really,” he said introspectively. As if he knew you wanted more clarification, he added: “I think because I knew the lyrics and I knew I could rely on the rest of the members if I suddenly wouldn’t, like they could rely on me.”

“Well, during the presentation Friday, like the past few weeks, let’s rely on each other as well.” You declared solemnly. From the corners of your eyes, your eyes met, perhaps communicating a shared understanding that this promise maybe would extend beyond Friday.

The silence following your earnesty made you now, too, keep your eyes aimed ahead, suddenly very aware of Inseong’s tall presence next to you. You felt warmer than you maybe should despite the lingering heat of the day.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a Once,” Inseong stated, breaking the ice in a teasing tone.

“Um, yes?!” You feigned offense. “I would sacrifice this job to become Jeongyeon’s personal bag carrier, thank you very much.” “That doesn’t really sound like a big sacrifice for you,” Inseong countered, a smirk on his lips - a new look for him, you noticed.

“I’ll throw in my apartment if I can take care of Dobby and Boo, but only if Momo allows me to sleep next to her dogs… I have to sleep somewhere…”

By the time you arrived at the subway station, all of your personal belongings had been fictitiously exchanged for personal care jobs you would do for the rest of the Twice members.

You didn’t say goodbye for long - the next day, Inseong and you practiced in front of Yuna in exchange for lunch, and her final pointers must’ve helped, because you aced the evaluation. The questions you received were more disguised compliments. Team Leader Lim treated you for dinner afterwards, showering you with praise.

Although this evaluation marked the end of your relationship as direct coworkers, your tradition of almost daily coffee and sometimes lunch breaks continued in your final trainee term, despite quite some floors separating Inseong’s legal from your corporate responsibility department. Yuna would try to join as well at times, but like you with corporate responsibility, she had started at a department that she wanted to work at the most: marketing. Unlike your department, however, marketing was big and dynamic, with a lot of younger coworkers, whereas in this final stretch of your traineeship, you were working with the chaotic yet friendly Manager Jeong and Mr Kim, who you suspected was sitting out this job until he would reach his retirement age, checking either sports news or, when asked, reviewing the company’s finances. This meant that while Yuna was busy trying to stand out between all these other coworkers and trainees, you would impress by just bringing in new ideas and some structure to your small team. You were the only trainee in the team this period; the other trainee had dropped out on the day you were supposed to begin this term. Similarly to Team Leader Lim at Digitalization, Manager Kim offered you a lot of freedom and she encouraged you to write an ambitious report proposing small yet impactful changes that needed to be made for your company’s office building to be carbon neutral.

Inseong, who had been excited to start at legal, quickly reverted back to his fidgety self in this final term, you noticed. But rather than joining Yuna when she vented during your breaks, he would keep his worries to himself.

“Hey Inseong,” you said, leaning against his desk. “Let’s have lunch!” “The cafeteria is serving laksa today!” Yuna added excitedly.

As your final half year as trainees progressed and especially now that your final evaluation presentations were drawing closer, Inseong had to be dragged away from his desk - you suspected that he was only taking breaks if you explicitly asked him to. So both of you knew that you had to nudge him to join. Inseong looked up apologetically, but what startled you was that the messy hair he had been sporting the past few days was now accompanied with dark bags under his eyes. “You two go ahead, I still have a lot to finish and I am not very hungry.” His stomach growled while he said that and his face flushed. “But you have to eat, right?” You pressed further, concern growing. Yes, Inseong needed some pushing to join lately, but he had never skipped a meal before. You glanced at his computer screen. “What are you working on? The evaluation presentation? It’s only due in two weeks!” Meanwhile, Inseong’s teammates for this term, Sam and Kiyong, had come back and from their brief small talk with Yuna, you overheard that they had already had lunch. You glared at them, feeling confirmed in your hunch that they were trying the same strategy as they’d done with you during your trainee period at Sales and Account Management. Apparently only Yuna felt the power of your glare, because she looked around in slight surprise. “Just go and enjoy your meal,” Inseong tried to appease you, sounding definite. “It’s just very busy right now, it’ll be better after.” But you were very aware of the fact that it was still uncertain whether you would still be working together after two weeks - only after the final round of evaluation presentations, departments would recruit trainees to add to their teams.

Before you could retort, Yuna called you softly. “Y/N, let’s go - Sam and Kiyong are saying we should hurry up or else the cafeteria has run out of laksa.”

You scowled and took a breath to make a snippy comment towards Sam and Kiyong - along the lines of that they should hurry up and do some work themselves instead of dumping everything on their teammate - but Inseong was already hurriedly telling you he’d see you later while Yuna was dragging you away to the elevators. The last thing you saw was Inseong in conversation with his stern manager Im.

“... and Sam and Kiyong aren’t doing shit and are just letting Inseong do the work, just like what they tried to pull with me, but Inseong is just too nice to say anything about it!” You finished your rant as you with little care dumped your tray on the cafeteria table, spilling some precious laksa.

“Keep your voice down a bit,” Yuna only responded, looking around. You were having lunch quite late in the day, but there were still some coworkers eating together or while looking at their phones.

“Why? Everyone should be thankful that I am warning them about such trash coworkers.” “Y/N,” said sharply, “You know you’re talking about two trainees with very influential connections in this company, right? Sam’s dad literally sits on the advisory board of this company.” Normally you would have answered that that doesn’t matter and that this only meant that they had to prove themselves even more, but you were taken aback by Yuna’s direct words, who despite her icy appearance was usually more soft-spoken and tolerating.

“Why are you so protective of Inseong anyway?” Yuna continued calmy, again only met by silence with you. She was not beating around the bush. “He is a grown man and he knows what he’s doing. Calling out Sam and Kiyong publicly will most likely have more impact on the accuser’s own employment after this traineeship, instead of theirs. You look after yourself more, that’s what Inseong is doing, too.” You huffed at this reality check and distracted yourself with your laksa.

But after her reprimand, you toned it down, though there were multiple instances where you had to bite your tongue. Most often after you had once again invited Inseong over for lunch and he had refused and you had seen Kiyong and Sam chatting, completely unconcerned, with their friends in the cafeteria later. Instead, you would drop by Inseong’s desk after lunch, just to leave him some sandwiches or something else he could clandestinely eat without getting Manager Im’s watchful eyes. Eating behind one’s desk was a complete no-go in the legal department.

So on the day of your final evaluation presentation, you were not really anxious for your own presentation, but for your two friends at this company: Yuna, who had to catch the eye of the superiors in her department amongst many other capable peers, and Inseong, who next to his presentation anxiety had basically prepared his presentation all by himself and for his good-for-nothing teammates.

The evaluations were conducted in random order in a large meeting room on the 8th floor, team leaders and managers sitting in front, trainees in the back. Trainees were highly encouraged to attend the presentations and ask questions to the presenters as well. You had been told that asking a good question or an attentive attitude even during your peers’ evaluation could lead to bonus points to one’s own.

For the past two evaluations, you had only attended Inseong and Yuna’s presentations and today was no different. You were able to meet with Yuna briefly before the evaluations started. The evaluation rounds would start with her marketing presentation. Never before had you seen her nerves breaking through her surface level cold poise. Constantly going between her notes and checking her make-up - her nerves seemed to strangely make her eyes tear up - you briefly massaged her shoulders. “You’re going to kill it! I’m going to make sure you’ll see me sitting behind those old men in suits.”

“A much better view.” Yuna gave you a shaky smile. “I’m just going to go over these notes one more time and then I’m ready,” she said, more to her two group mates than to you, so you took the hint to take a seat in the presentation room, right behind the seats for management staff, and briefly go over your presentation notes yourself. Your presentation was made by you from start to finish, and since your department was so small, you had received feedback from your Manager Jeong. The first presentation of the day was about to get started - leadership was already taking their seats. Manager Jeong and your former Team Leader from Digitalization nodded at you when they saw you, and even Inseong’s current manager, the steely Manager Im, gave you a glance of acknowledgement, making you wonder whether the surreptitious sandwiches you had left on Inseong’s desk really had gone unnoticed by him. Thinking of Inseong, you bit your lip. You wished you could’ve reassured Inseong as well as you had Yuna, but he had seemed busy informing and practicing with Sam and Kiyong when you saw him fleetingly this morning.

You took out your phone and sent him a “Rooting for you! Whatever happens, let’s treat ourselves to karaoke and dinner afterwards!” and a cute sticker. Then, putting your phone in your bag, you focused on Yuna’s presentation that just started.

Yuna’s smile was still a bit weak, but her voice was clear and as her presentation progressed, she shone brighter in her argument. You thought your superiors would be out of their minds not to offer a position in marketing when she in a collected yet creative manner thought along with their questions afterwards.

Some evaluations later, it was your turn to present by yourself. You had expected your interventions to make your office building carbon neutral to be met with critique, so you naturally countered their comments, trying your best not to formulate your answers too sharply. Personally, you thought the criticism that your interventions would be too expensive was a non-argument considering the multi-million profits of this company.

You were so focused that only after your presentation, you noticed that not only Yuna, but Inseong - without the rest of his teammates - had been sitting in the audience. Your stomach jolted but when you made your way to the seats, he stood up, a sign that his presentation was probably getting started soon. You sat down next to Yuna - the seat from which Inseong had been watching you - and you whispered some compliments to each other in relief of your final evaluations being over.

Finally, Sam, Kiyong and Inseong took the floor. When you saw Sam and Kiyong confidently breezing through the presentation as though they had come up with the solutions to inconsistencies between international and national privacy law themselves, you unconsciously clenched your fists. They commanded the stage very naturally, and despite Inseong’s uneasiness that could only be spotted by a trained eye of someone who knew him well, he as well presented clearly without speaking too fast.

Still, your lingering feeling of unfairness from the past few weeks had not died out. The questions the group received were very manageable, especially since Inseong, the brain of the presentation, answered all of them. Your clenched fist reformed into a raised hand.

“Yes?” Manager Jeong had spotted your hand. Some of the supervisors turned around in moderate interests, Sam and Kiyong looked apprehensively in your direction. Inseong was staring straight at you, face unreadable. “Since Sam explained so comprehensively the most important law to this presentation’s core problem, I was wondering if he could reflect on how he expects the law to further develop internationally and nationally - will they grow more intertwined?” “That is a great question,” Sam said with a charming smile, eyes hard. “I think my partner Inseong,” - You rolled your eyes hopefully inconspicuously - “would be most suited to summarize our team’s thoughts most effectively on this matter.” “Oh but I actually wanted to hear from you-” You mumbled unconvincingly, but Inseong had already started to elaborate on his thoughts and your supervisors had turned around to pay attention to his argument. Some were nodding and others jotted down some quick notes on their evaluation sheets. “So I think, as you say, our national law will definitely lend and build upon developments in international law, while trying to incorporate more regional and local cases as well,” Inseong comfortably beaming at you, as though you were on the 6th floor having coffee over a work chat. Again, your stomach jolted. “At least he got to show off a little more…” Yuna whispered to you, and then, teasingly: “You really can’t control yourself when you think someone is treated unfairly, huh.”

You, however, were focused on Inseong who had not finished talking yet. “These are just my two cents though, so perhaps my team members’ would have different perspectives.” You smirked. You knew Inseong was smart, but you had not considered him cunning before. “Oh no, we completely agree with you,” Kiyong said hastily.

“Oh but I would expect one could come to different conclusions, despite Mr Kim here coming to a convincing one,” Inseong’s Manager Im addressed the group. “Y/N’s question invites multiple perspectives to be shared, so I am curious to hear yours.”

He looked at Sam, inviting him to speak. Meanwhile, you were rattled that Manager Im knew your name, next to apparently being aware of your side-job as Inseong’s sandwich provider. “I don’t think I have anything to add,” Sam said to end the matter and you saw his confidence faltering, feeling vindictive.

“Alright then. Thanks for your input.” Manager Im almost sounded sarcastic. “Let’s take a break.”

In that break, the three of you were finally reunited. It was great having Inseong’s tall stature towering over the two of you again, talking enthusiastically now that he as well had taken the final hurdle of your traineeship, instead of hunched over his desk, quiet and fidgety. “We were getting such easy questions and then suddenly you had to butt in,” Inseong chastised you playfully. You elbowed him softly. Apparently he was still surfing on post-presentation confidence. “Whatever, let’s get something to eat now that all of this is over. Your treat - you owe me for all those sandwiches I bought and brought you the past few weeks.” “Oh, so I have to blame you for getting me into trouble with Manager Im for eating at my desk.” Inseong countered, even though he had known it had been you all along.

“I say barbecue?” Yuna, always avoiding any form of conflict, even if it was good-natured. “And karaoke afterwards!” You added. And so you ended the day on a high, leaving the insecurities around recruitment and future contracts for tomorrow.

☀

Having just gotten off the phone with Yuna to excitedly gush at each other, you rushed to the 6th floor as fast as the two hot cups of coffee in your hands would allow you without hurting anyone. It was the end of the work day and Yuna had already left to celebrate with her parents. The sun was setting, the darkening sky contrasting with the harsh lights from your office building.

Arriving at the 6th floor garden balcony, you laughed when you saw Inseong facing you, waiting with two cups of coffee in his hands as well. He chuckled in acknowledgement.

“Enough to keep us warm,” He said, referring to the winter cold. Your reasons for meeting outside had been out of unspoken sentimental reasons.

“You got in, right?” You had been certain Inseong would be scouted by multiple departments now that the traineeship was ending. The question was more whether he would end up at Legal or Digitalization.

“I did,” He said, sounding content. “They are creating a special position for me, actually. I’ll be hired by Legal, but work for Digitalization as well.” “As they should.” You took a sip of your coffee, which was quickly cooling down. You felt satisfied. “Team Leader Lim told me you rejected her offer to join her team?” “Yes, I told her I wanted more reliable team members to work with,” You told Inseong jokingly. You had felt surprised yet honored that she had seen potential for you to join her team. “But I took up on another offer. You’re looking at the Corporate Responsibility team’s newest and youngest recruit.” You posed as though you were ready to shoot for the team’s recruitment folder.

“Well, with their previous youngest member in her 40s I believe, that is nothing special.” “Oh, I didn’t know you were into older women? I think Manager Jeong is married, Inseong.”

Inseong touched his chest in feigned hurt. “There goes my main reason for entering this company. I’ll have to focus on someone else to start my office romance with then. Congratulations.”

“You too.”

It was interesting, you noticed while finishing up this day, looking out over the city while having coffee with Inseong, that you were so apathetic when you joined this company almost two years ago, while feeling so excited and jittery with your not-so-new job on the horizon. This feeling, however, you left unspoken.

A/N: thanks for making it till the end!!

#sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 #sf9 fluff #sf9 x reader #inseong imagines #inseong scenarios #inseong scenario #inseong imagine #inseong fluff #sf9 imagine #inseong #sf9 inseong #writinganecho

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greensword101 · 3 years ago

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This is for @barely-nok. I’m sorry it took so long to get some Obake content out for you to consume. I hope you find it tasty lol.

Obake never drank on principle. He needed to keep a clear head and heads were meant for thinking. And thinking meant he could create what he wanted to the limit or even beyond that.

But even sober, his brain would...fizzle if Kei ever so much as blinked at him prettily. Or pouted. Or cheerily threatened to sing “I’m Henry the Eighth , I Am” if he didn’t agree to take a break and - urgh! Just acknowledging the phrase made him feel filthy - spend some “quality time” with a coworker.

Personally speaking, Obake would have preferred the term “expendable” or “replaceable” or “unpaid intern that wasn’t getting extra credit or the merits of knowledge.” Oh, but he would pay anything to get DeciBull out of his sight! And hearing range.

Then again, hearing range would be preferable. Wild cards like Kei were acceptable. DeciBull - or Wil as Kei had casually greeted him by to the former’s chargain - was more of a Jack; weaker than Obake, but still a threat nonetheless.

If Kei hadn’t taken the car and driven off to God knew where, he would have stormed out of the bar and left that arsehole behind. Maybe steal his glasses and see if the chubby man with a guitar gimmack could find his way back home without falling off the pier.

Wil had barely touched his first bottle and was glowering at his phone for the past half hour. This suited Obake swimmingly, if not for the fact that Kei would know that they hadn’t made any attempt at all and would be tormenting him with that song again! And she would enlist Noodle Burger Boy this time, he was certain. And possibly Trina, though he was certain she would be directed towards Wil instead.

Obake collected himself and recited the longest formulas in the Periodic Table before he rigidly glanced over to Wil.

“I’m surprised you aren’t taking advantage of the karaoke here.”

Wil yelped and fumbled with his phone - mumbling apologies to the bartender as he passed - before gaping at Obake.

“Interesting...” Obake murmured.

“What?” Wil asked bemused.

“You almost looked like an intelligent being for a moment.”

Wil scowled, “Funny.”

Then a smile crept onto his face. Obake stiffened. He knew he could take the man, he was slimmer and certainly wasn’t sluggish, but bars were always tricky to maneuver around in. Inebriation, sympathizers, or anyone looking for an excuse to be aggressive would make Obake beating Wil up...troublesome.

“Something amusing to you?” Obake took a sip from his own glass to appear ignorant and casual.

“Just thinking how whipped you must be if Kei could make you spend time with me,” Wil leaned in conspiratorially, “Tell me, does she make you sleep on the couch when you misbehave?”

Obake sputtered and and gave Wil a hard stare. Wil stared back undaunted.

“Shut your mouth and have your bloody drink, why don’t you?” Obake snarled and took another, deeper sip from his glass. He was used to dealing with the aggressive and almost territorial behavior Wil demonstrated back at the base. He did not want to be sober to process that Wil was capable of having bloody cheek.

“How can I have my ‘bloody drink’ if my mouth’s shut?” Wil asked innocently.

“Test my patience and we’ll find out soon enough,” Obake growled under his breath. He could do it. One stab between the ribs and he could slip out in the noise and confusion. He just didn’t want to put up with Kei pestering him when he got back and possibly annoying her with a potential murder.

Wil sniggered and had another swig of his beer. He went back to his phone, but he barely seemed to be reading what was on the screen.

That was...unexpected. But it was a better alternative to dealing with a feral monkey by himself. Obake found himself enjoying the Manhattan more than he expected and finished it off. He was beginning to fish the cherry out when Wil spoke up again.

“Was it good?”

Obake groaned and glowered at Wil, who was starting at his empty glass curiously. What didn’t that fool understand about having a little peace and quiet?

“I don’t typically drink myself,” Wil mumbled into his bottle and drank. He sputtered for a few moments and continued, “I just stick to a beer once in a while.”

“Thank Heaven for small miracles, then,” Obake narrowed his eyes and waved the bartender over, “Another one, if you would be so kind.”

“Me too,” Wil smiled at the bartender and held up his empty bottle. Amazingly, the bartender smiled back and came back moments later with their second drinks. Wil called after him as he walked off, “Thanks, Jim!”

“You frequent this place often?” Obake ventured and helped himself to his second Manhattan. Screw sobriety, it had been so long since he had anything that tasted so good touch his lips.

“I used to,” Wil admitted, “Just for a bite and maybe a bottle. That’s kind of how me and Kei met, actually.”

“A little nip before beddybye?” Obake cooed mockingly at him.

“Crime and I have something in common,” Wil smirked, “We rarely sleep.”

“Tragic,” Obake chuckled and raised his glass in mock salute, “To your insomnia, I suppose.”

Wil raised his beer in kind, “And to good company if I ever get any.”

Now, they both laughed for real. Obake noticed for the first time how pleasantly red Wil’s face had become. Was it the alcohol or the first genuine spark of life he was expressing? If it was the latter, that would mean Kei was behind it somehow.

Suddenly, the good feeling popped like a soap bubble and Obake hid his displeasure by finishing off his second Manhattan. Wil gawked at him.

“You should slow down, Kei is gonna freak if she has to pick us up from the ER because you got alcohol poisoning or something.”

“Kei this, Kei that, you haunt her like a lapdog!” Obake spat out. Damn that woman and her silly, childish notions of fun and damn that boulder she decided would make good company!

Wil blinked and leaned back a little. A moment later, he was glowering back with that familiar hostility, “At least I don’t treat her like a nuisance like you do! Do you have any idea how much she cares about you?!”

“Cares?” Obake snapped his fingers at Jim for another glass and leaned closer to Wil’s face. His nostrils flared and he could feel Wil tense inches away from him. “Why would she have to care about me? If that’s what you call pity, then I’ve no need for it! She can pretend all she wants that we’re all supposed to be some family, but in the end, that’s all it’s going to be. A stupid dream! Why would she care about making me ‘socialize’ with the others or spending ‘quality time’ with her silly boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?!”

Obake jabbed a finger into Wil’s chest, “Don’t play coy! I know you think I’m a prat to her! And I know you won’t believe that she can almost make me feel human! But you don’t have to worry about me getting in the way, Prince Charming! She’s all yours, so you don’t have to worry about me -”

“I’m gay.”

“And I’m Bob, the pleasure’s all...what.” Obake had to take a moment to process Wil’s flat retort.

“Gay. I like guys. I love them. I love kissing them. And I’m already taken.”

Obake opened his mouth and closed it again. He noticed that his third Manhattan had arrived and wasted no time downing it. Wil didn’t repeat how it wasn’t safe to do this time, and he was thankful for that.

Suddenly, he felt someone standing right behind him and stilled.

“Is he giving you problems, Wil?”

“No worries, Eugene,” Wil smiled at the person behind him, “Just clearing up a misunderstanding over here.”

Obake felt a little dizzy and pinched his nose, “Let me understand this correctly. You have never had feelings for Kei?”

“Platonically, yes. Romantically or otherwise? No.”

“And this whole time, yo - you’ve...” Why couldn’t he find the right words? “You’ve...acted harshly because...?”

“Because she’s one of my best friends and I don’t want her to get hurt,” Wil said firmly. He pointed at Obake with a fiercely protective look, “I can’t help who she wants to connect with, but I won’t stand by and let her get hurt. She’s gone through too much to deserve that.”

“Alright, I’m just going to butt in for a moment here,” Eugene moved from behind Obake and stood to Wil’s left, wrapping an arm across him protectively. He was pleasant to the eyes; tall, broad, dark brown hair and a scruffy goatee. He looked at Wil, bemused, “You weren’t here scooping for another cutie, babe?”

“Wh...why...why would he...?” Obake’s tongue felt like lead. Dear Lord, he could barely speak, he was so embarrassed.

“Because this is a gay bar?” Eugene supplemented as if it weren’t obvious. Obake blinked. Come to think of it, it was rather odd no one had come to bother them when they came in. Did...did that mean...?

Somewhere in San Fransokyo, Kei was laughing herself silly. Obake was certain of it.

“Everything alright over here?” Another voice, deeper than Eugene’s mischievous and light tone asked.

“Hey ‘Nan! This is an acquaintance of mine,” Wil helped himself to his beer, “and apparently he thought I was stealing his girlfriend until a few moments ago. Bob, this is Kanan. My other boyfriend.”

“Other...” Obake’s head was swimming. This was too much to process...

“Yeah,” Wil said shyly, “We’re...we’re kind of a poly sort of thing.”

As if to prove his point, Eugene promptly gave Wil a deep kiss on the lips that was eagerly returned. Kanan came into view and Obake noticed how dark skinned he was and the ponytail before he decided he was too sober to handle this all right now.

He made to stand and tripped over his stool. And a moment later, his Manhattans returned and splashed all over the floor.

In hindsight, he should have checked how much alcohol was in each glass...

It was about a half hour later when Kei found all four of them outside the bar with Obake being supported by an irksome Wil and amused Eugene. Kanan looked torn between disapproval and laughter.

“Was it fun?” Kei asked hesitantly. Obake took one look at her and sighed. It was his own fault for drinking too much.

“It was something,” Wil supplemented as he helped buckle Obake into the backseat, “And educational, apparently, so that’s a plus.”

“We were there at the tail-end,” Eugene added helpfully, “It was kind of entertaining.”

“You sure you can take care of this?” Kanan asked Wil.

Wil looked at Obake and sighed, “We’ll be alright. Thanks, anyways.”

“See you at the next heist meet, babe!” Eugene blew a kiss.

“Tell Raps and Hera I said hi!” Wil called back as they drove off.

“And here I thought I’d be picking you up at the police station for a bar brawl,” Kei half joked.

“Stay with me, Bob!” Wil shook Obake gently, “Don’t go to sleep. First rule in treating alcohol poisoning.”

“Piss off...” Obake slurred.

Wil sighed and let his head sink against the headrest for a few moments. Why didn’t he just become an accountant like his parents wanted?

“Wil...” Obake said sluggishly, “In..in the...event...I survive this with my memory intact. Would you...do it again?”

Wil blinked in surprise and chuckled weakly, “Only if you watch what you drink next time, lightweight.”

“Momma’s boy.”

“Evil Brit.”

“Four Eyes.”

“Nnnnnnnnnnneeeee~rrrrrrrrrds!” Kei cackled as her passengers bickered with each other without any former hostility from before.

#big hero 6 #bh6 #Big Hero Six the series #obake #kei tanaka #dj parasite #wil welsh #decibull #Eugene Fitzherbert #kanan jarrus #oc #self insert #lbgt #gay #drinking #enemies to besties

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maruscheese · 4 years ago

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“I wanna kiss your lips”

songfic ft. katsuki bakugou because I can’t stop playing i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader ( tried to make it gn T~T ) wc: 2.7k

you wanted to punch him in the face more than anything.

seriously. how clueless could he be?

for someone who flaunted his brains so much, katsuki bakugou could be pretty damn clueless sometimes. well, not just sometimes. all the time. at least when it came to your feelings.

it’s true, the blonde could care less about other people’s feelings, but how could he not notice when absolutely everyone else around him did?

the way you twirled your hair around your finger out of habit every time he talked to you, or the intense pink tint your cheeks would acquire. the way your witty comebacks and sharp tongue went out of service whenever he teased you, as if he just made your brain cells shut off.

still, despite all these short-circuit effects he had on you, you still felt comfortable around him. like you could be yourself.

you had first realized this a few months back, when, while chatting with a certain pink girl, you found yourself navigating your way to the blonde and the rest of his friends.

ashido sat with them, looking at you expectantly as she pat the empty space next to her, and you took a seat next to her.

you sat stiffly next to your friend, feeling awkward as the light-hearted conversation flowed between the group of friends while you just listened and stared at your hands, firmly placed on your lap.

it’s not like you were a quiet or shy person, quite the contrary, but jumping into a conversation you hadn’t been explicitly invited to just wasn’t something proper of you. you were a loudmouth, but only if you felt comfortable enough to be one.

“oi, you,” the blonde said without bothering to look up from his meal, and you raised your gaze to search for him with your eyes, figuring he was talking to you, since all his other friends had a designated nickname.

the group fell quiet and you quirked a brow and looked at him, “me?” you asked lowly, gaze fixed in his crimson orbs, which he rolled in annoyance.

“who else would i be talking to, dumbass?” he questioned in return, turning to look at you. you shot an unamused look at him, raising both brows now and letting out a soft chuckle.

“oh, i don’t know, maybe one of the other four people sitting with us? and you call me a dumbass.” you replied with a smug grin, muttering that last part, but still enough for him to hear.

“you wanna fucking go?” he groaned and stood up from his seat, tiny sparks erupting from his fingertips.

“i don’t partake in animal abuse, sorry,” you responded with a shrug, smug grin only widening, your response earning a few giggles from the rest of the squad.

“shut it, you fucking extras!” bakugou roared, clearly about to lose it, until the bell rang, indicating the end of your lunch break.

a long silence followed, just you and him staring directly into each other’s eyes as the rest backed away carefully, as if standing on thin ice that could crack any second now.

“saved by the fucking bell, but this isn’t over, you hear me?” he warned, and you shrugged dismissively and started walking away.

and so, after that day, your invitations to spend lunch break with them only kept coming, and soon, it became an everyday thing until you found yourself spending as much of your free time as you possibly could with them.

tension between bakugou and you lessened, and you found yourselves actually enjoying each other’s company, though neither of you would ever admit that.

“oi, idiot, where’s your food?” the familiar raspy voice asked, making you pause your intense conversation with hanta to turn to look at him.

“huh? oh, i didn’t even realize.. i must’ve forgotten to bring it again.” you admitted, scratching the back of your head sheepishly.

“again?” he asked, slightly cocking his head to the side as he shot a confused look your way.

“yeah, i can be quite forgetful sometimes..” you said with an embarrassed chuckle, but quickly going back to your usual intense self. “but it’s okay cause i had a shitload of food before coming here!” you said with a grin, a hand on your hip, the other one showing him a thumbs up.

katsuki frowned and smacked the back of your head, before poking aggressively at a piece of meat in his lunch box.

“ow, shit! what the hell was that fo-” you were about to complain about the smack before you were interrupted by a fork being shoved into your mouth.

“we’re going to train today and i’m finally gonna get my chance to beat your ass, so i can’t have your weak ass fainting on me today.” he said, pushing your chin up and making your lips wrap around the fork, sliding it out carefully when your lips sealed against it, pulling the food off of it.

your friends stared in astonishment, and as your brain processed what had just happened, your face turned a dark shade of red. you turned away, chewing aggressively on the food and swallowing it harshly.

of course, bakugou failed to register the effect of his actions until ashido and hanta turned to look at him with huge, teasing grins on their faces and wiggling eyebrows, which caused his face to match the color of yours.

“fuck! wait! it’s not like that, you bunch of idiots!” he defended, still the intense blush on his face and the shakiness of his voice betrayed him, and the pair began to giggle.

before that, never once had you thought of katsuki bakugou as more than a mere friend, but now, sitting next to him made something in your insides stir, and your stomach felt an overwhelming amount of different sensations at the same time, from butterflies, to a rollercoaster, to what could be compared to the violent churning of an old washing machine as you internally screamed.

“i can’t believe the exams are coming up, i’m gonna be so drained from all that studying.. it’s probably gonna fry my brain..” ashido whined, and bakugou chuckled.

“you can’t fry what you don’t have, pinky.” the blonde said, and mina turned to glare at him.

“if i were you, i’d shut up, explodo. may i remind you, i’ve been informed of your huge crush on--” bakugou eyes widened and he slapped a hand over ashido’s mouth, to which she let out a muffled giggle.

“shut the hell up, dumbass! are you trying to get on my bad side or something?”

mina shook her head and pulled away from his hand, showing him a teasing grin.

“i’d only use that as a last option, you should know that. I’d much rather see you confess to them.” she stated.

“katsuki has a crush?” you asked with a raising a brow, your gaze shifting between bakugou’s flustered face and ashido’s clearly satisfied expression.

“yeah, but it doesn’t surprise me you didn’t know about it,” she said, and you looked at bakugou.

him? with a crush?

for some reason, your chest ached at the thought.

“yeah, well, good luck with that, boom boy,” you shrugged and looked away from him, directing your attention at your empty lunch box.

“the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snapped, and you just replied with another shrug, the intrusive thoughts of bakugou with someone else killing your mood in seconds.

the group fell silent, until ashido spoke up.

“erm, anyways, as i was saying! i figured since we’re going to be spending so much time studying before exams, we’re hardly going to spend any time together aside from lunch breaks… so, i thought we could go out tonight!” she suggested, and the grim mood seemed to vanish as you started agreeing with her one by one, each in their own way, some excitedly, and another certain blonde clicking his tongue and shrugging.

eventually, you settled for a karaoke night.

you were all supposed to meet there around 7 pm, giving you just enough time to have a quick shower, a meal, and get ready.

picking your best outfit, fixing your hair, and spraying on some perfume, you added the finishing touches and stared at your reflection, smiling slightly before heading out.

at the karaoke were kirishima and ashido, sitting on a table in the corner, chatting lively, and kaminari and hanta seemingly playing video games on their phones, while bakugou stared at his phone screen with a straight face, dragging his thumb across the screen every so often.

you approached your friends with a smile, waving at them with a smile and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“(y/n)! you made it!” ashido beamed at you and rose from her seat, wrapping her arms around you.

you took a seat in the corner of the table, which you found a lot more comfortable, in case your friends resumed their conversation from before and brought up bakugou’s crush, and you decided you wanted to get the hell out of there.

sure, it might be an immature reaction, and you should be happy for your friend possibly finding happiness, but damn, even the thought of you facing that as a reality hurt worse than a punch to your gut.

time flew by, conversation quickly initiating with your friends, with topics that were all over the place, but thankfully, none of those were bakugou’s crush.

soon, you found yourself giggling uncontrollably as your friends, who mind you, were drunk off their asses, invaded the karaoke’s stage, singing cheesy romance pop songs, apparently entirely tone deaf.

you and bakugou were the only ones who had remained seated in all that time, despite the numerous times your friends pointed at you and gestured for you guys to join them, to which you replied with a small smile and shaking your head, while bakugou flipped them off, still apparently unamused by their over the top behavior.

ashido soon came to squeeze your hand, teary-eyed, cheeks flushed, and wobbling, begging for you to join her on the stage.

“oh, no, i don’t know those songs,” you lied, trying to get her to stop insisting, but to no avail, as she kept whining and poking your sides and your face.

“c’mon, don’t be like that, we came here to have fun and both of you are being some major party poopers!” she scolded, pointing at you and bakugou.

“leave her alone, pinky, she’s probably just too scared to do anything,” bakugou said, expecting you to go all out on her, but instead, it hit you like a slap across the face.

‘too scared to do anything’ you thought, his words repeating themselves in your head over and over again, until you stood up and took the microphone from ashido’s hand, determinedly stomping your way to the stage.

you finally understood.

you understood why you were so pissed.

why even the slightest mention of that made you want to run away.

even bakugou katsuki could come to terms with his feelings. with having a crush. and what did you do about it?

nothing.

you were too afraid of doing anything about it that you forced yourself to be oblivious to your own feelings, burying them deep within you.

you forced yourself to ignore why you felt like this.

you had the biggest crush on bakugou fucking katsuki.

and so, as you stood on the stage and the music began playing, you could only stare at him.

I wanna feel you close

Come lie with my bones

you closed your eyes as you sang, silently praying that, even if you weren’t looking directly at him, he’d still get it.

‘too scared to do anything’ you heard him say again in your head, and you shot your eyes open, pointing at him as the chorus began.

“i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips!” you sang loudly, passionately, pouring all those emotions you had been bottling up for so long into the lyrics, cheeks burning up as you confessed to him.

the hand pointing at him suddenly made its way to your chest, grabbing a fistful of your shirt as your brows furrowed and the look in your eyes intensified.

“i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath!” you nearly screamed, cheeks getting hotter and redder by the second, your knees close to giving up on you as you looked into his eyes, shock written all over his face as realization slowly hit him and his cheeks gained a pink tint.

it was as if, in that very moment, the rest of the world had vanished, and it was only you and him in that karaoke, in the middle of a confession you desperately wished he’d accept.

the blonde rose from his seat and looked at his friends for a moment, all of them giving them reassuring nods, and his gaze fell back on you, still looking intensely at him.

subconsciously, he mimicked your actions from that first time you two interacted, slowly raising an index finger to point at himself, mouthing “me?”.

you giggled and nodded, “who else would i be talking to, dumbass?” you answered, earning a chuckle from him as he slowly approached the stage.

you stared into each other’s eyes as he made his way to you, the song long forgotten, now only playing in the background, contributing to the situation and making this much more movie-like.

tell me something nice

like flowers and blue skies

he got up on the stage with you, and for some reason, having him right in front of you, towering over your figure, with an expression that you couldn’t quite figure out, made things much more intimidating now, and you could swear you’d die right then and there.

i will follow you home

although my lips are blue and i’m cold

“well then, what are you waiting for?” he asked with a smirk and you cocked your head in confusion.

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

the chorus sang, reminding you of your initial bold confession, and you blushed.

“you better not be playing,” you warned him, and he just rolled his eyes, swiftly sliding his hand to the back of your head and leaning forward, crashing his lips against yours.

your eyes widened, and you could feel the way the people around you stared, but holy shit, this was just too good. his intoxicating scent, of delicious caramel, acted like sleeping gas, and you found yourself closing your eyes and melting into the kiss, pressing your body against his as your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging softly at his spiky hair.

you pulled back, barely able to breathe, not from the kiss, but from the way your heart threatened to pound its way out of your chest, and you looked up at those crimson eyes.

“i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna be your bitch,” you sang against his lips and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss, which he gladly gave in to.

lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist, bakugou smirked against your lips and firmly grabbed your thighs, lifting you off the ground and walking off the stage with you.

letting out a gasp, you pulled away and looked at him.

the look in your eyes

my hand between your thighs

“fuck...” you blurted out, still holding tightly onto his hair. your eyes scanned his face. You’d never seen him so attentively before, and so close, too. he was far too beautiful, even with that seemingly permanent scowl painted on his perfect features.

oh this can’t be real

it’s all just a dream

“you jealous little asshole. you couldn’t handle the thought of me having a crush on someone else, isn’t that right?” he teased, smirk drawn on his swollen lips.

“i’m starting to think i might’ve been jealous of myself all along,” you teased back, poking his cheek with your index finger.

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

katsuki shrugged and pecked your lips one last time.

“yeah, maybe,”

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