#i was thinking of attempting to write a drabble or something for each bc pairing

[sinking-into-mist]

I got back to trying to write the Olli/Aleksi fic I mentioned last(?) week, and this is basically how it's going

me: this will be a cute fluffy sfw story

o & a: but what if we kissed... and our hands started to wander... and things got a little heated...

me: sure, a bit of that sounds great 👍 just don't get too carried away!

o & a: *kissing, groaning, neck biting, slight scratching, moaning*

me: okay that's enough! let's go back to the cute fluff and wrap up this fic

o & a: no 😊

me: i won't let you continue. go to bed boys.

o & a: okay!

me: ... wait, i meant, go to bed for some cuddles and sleeping!!

o & a: lol sure 😏 *undressing each other in between heated kisses*

me: i did not see that coming

[jjtheclown555]

Hey QT, this is fayiif on my alt 😍 since it wont let me request from my main. If our blogs follow the same request rules then I'd like to request a !MermaidJouno x !PirateReader xx Drabbles of fanfic, I don't mind! Have fun, excited 2 see what U make 💙

Stolen Coins and a Tail

tw. your pirate crew treats you like shit tbh

content. you're counting gold pieces after your crew finds treasure when a mermaid appears all of a sudden in the water

pairings. mermaid!jouno x pirate!reader

word count. 1.7k words

a/n. jouno is highkey ooc and i wrote this rlly fast so its not spellchecked but hey whatre u gonna do?? also everyone check out @fayiif bc shes writing mermaid au fics too!!

As per usual, after finding every treasure, you were left counting and calculating every item and their worth. Your captain had found just about any reason to keep you from showing off your skills and capabilities, busying you by having you count the gold coins and various items being one of them. You had found something with a worn down label that you could barely make out as, “Game Boy.” You didn’t know what it was, only that it would be worth a hefty penny back on land. You count every gold piece of the thousands the crew had conquered, boring yourself.

“1, 2…” You mutter counting up another 10-coin pile. As you look at the large pile of gold you still hadn’t finished counting, you realize that given you were already over 1000 coins and you weren’t close to done. Upon this realization, you reach over to the pile, grabbing a small pile of coins to sort out, slipping some down your sleeve to keep as payment for this service.

You stole a few coins every time you did this, keeping them in a little box in your barracks under your bedding for when you returned to land. Part of it was the payment the captain refused to give you and another part was a slight revenge. When your ship would inevitably be hijacked, the captain would lose everything—all his goods stashed away in his office as apparently to thieves as you could imagine—while you would still have your little stash of a few hundred coins under your bedding. Part of you was thrilled for that day, in hopes the other pirates would see your strengths or at least take pity on you and allow you to join their crew.

Unfortunately, the cruelty of your captain wasn’t lost of you when he steps over, knotted black beard waving in your face, much to your irritation. You pull a fake smile, asking what he needed today and praying he didn’t notice what you had done. “Well, I was just wondering how the counting was going!” He says, jovial tone as if you don’t know why he assigned you this job, how he was scared of you getting too skilled and taking over, how he wanted to keep you soft and sweet so you wouldn’t ever use your talents to take him out.

You tell him the items your found and how much gold you had counted out. While telling him your estimates on how much each item would go for, you are interrupted by a crewmate shouting, “There’s something in the water!” He runs off in the middle of your sentence, not a single apology as he looks over to see a tail flick in the water.

You rush up to see what had happened, staring at the mermaid, short white hair with red tips, eyes shut as he feels around the boat. He tunes into the voices shouting, the ale swishing in cups, and even the confident heartbeats that could only belong to pirates. You watch as his face morphs into a realization, his mouth tightening and features scrunching as he attempts to swim away. Unfortunately, he hears a net fly out where he was attempting to swim, causing his to try his best to reroute.

You try to reason with the crew, to let the mermaid leave when one member, a man who had it out for you since day one shouts, “How about we throw Y/N into the water and let the mermaid keep her?” You recoil out of disgust, his croaky voice creeping under your skin. You think he’s joking until him and a few of his friends begin to shout, “Throw them! Throw them!” over and over. You tell them to shut up, calling them immature when the rest of the crew begins chanting along with them.

“Throw them!” Their voices echo, screeching in your ears.

“Throw them!” You can feel the boat shake with the cheers to be rid of you.

“Throw them!” Each voice muddles together until you don’t know who’s who.

“Throw them!” You hear one final time before you tune it out when the captain picks you up, carrying you to the edge of the plank. You kick and scream nearly freeing yourself multiple times until you’re at the very end of the plank and you hear the captain say, “Fine, I’ll let you go,” before dropping you into the ice-cold water below.

The last thing you see before shutting your eyes is the same mermaid rushing over to where you’re falling. You feel yourself sink into the water, accepting your fate. You would never be saved, you’d never get away, you had no one but this crew of pirates that didn’t care what would happen to you so long as it made you miserable. You stop fighting it, you don’t try to swim up, you don’t try to hold your breath. You just open your mouth and let the water begin to fill your lungs.

That is until the mermaid from before pulls you out of the water, he drags you along as you cough the water out of your lungs, not paying the slightest attention to your state. He simply drags you to a nearby island, one you recognized from the maps. An uncharted island with the infamous Amantes Lake, a place swarming with sirens. You assume this is where he came from, thinking carefully as he places you on land. He stares at you in soaking clothes and hair as wet as can be. You know you looked like a mess but it was rude to stare.

He looks for a few more moments, observing you with a curious stare before he reaches over, placing a few gold coins in your lap. “Those fell out of your sleeve.” Is all he says before he swims off, disappearing into the water. You smile at the coins. It isn’t much but it is enough to get back home if a sailor comes by for research. You think of the mermaid that had saved you. While they existed, it was rare for male mermaids to be seen above water. Women were typically the ones spotted, men are presumed to stay beneath the waters surface to find food and take care of the cove while women were thought to keep others in their species safe from sailors.

It was odd, you assumed it was a rare occasion, maybe due to his clearly poor eyesight, but still, you appreciated him saving you. You were a little upset you couldn’t at least thank him but there’s not much you can change about that. All you can do is stand up, still a bit wobbly and try to look for wood to burn. As you wander, finishing setting up a fire after a few minutes you notice a familiar hed of white hair rise from the sea, heading in your direction. You walk over to the edge and he tosses some fish onto the land. “Food.”

You laugh, “I can see that, thank you.” You respond with a hum, bringing the fish to the fire to cook.

He apologizes. “Sorry, I’m just a little tired from those pirates.”

“You and me both,” You chuckle, beginning to cook the fish, ”At least you haven’t had to be tired of them for the past 2 years straight.” You say, thinking of every rude comment, threat, loud night time drinks where you’d get yelled at if a single one of them saw you.

He snickers, “They’d all be dead if I did.”

“Kill them anyways?” You say, tone quirking into a question. You smirk, giggling as he slinks away in an instance.

He throws his head back to think before pulling closer to your place on the land. “No. I wouldn’t do that for you, you’re almost as annoying as the people I work with.” He states, a twinge of his eyebrow showing an intense disdain. Whether it’s for you or his coworkers, you don’t know.

“Oh, are your co-workers at your nine to five job annoying?”

“Not as annoying as your co-workers on that boat.” He says and you kick at him, “Also, I don’t work a nine to five.”

You ask what his job is then. At first he says he can’t divulge but after a little badgering and a few empty threats from each of you, he begins to explain. “I protect Atlantis from humans, keeping it a safe haven for beings like me.” He goes on, explaining his job which leads you to ask if that’s why he was by your ship. “Yes. You were getting too close to our territory so I was sent to divert you. What I wasn’t told is that you were pirates, the worst kind of sailors. I was just supposed to distract them and get away when everyone else arrived to deal with it but no, you had to get in the way and cause problems for me so now they might be on their way.”

You squint at him, “Sorry that I was thrown off my own ship and have almost no way of getting home.” You take the fish off the fire and start eating, finishing your bite and saying, “My bad.”

Your sarcasm isn’t lost on him and he responds in turn, “It’s okay, I forgive you.” THis causes you to scoff, irritated by him. Who knew mythical creatures would be assholes just like humans. “Look, you can just stay on this island. I’ll bring you food and make sure the sirens don’t fuck with you. If you couldn’t save yourself from getting thrown off a boat by one measly human, You couldn’t possibly be a threat.”

“Or is that what I want you to think and this is my plan to get to Atlantis?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” You say pausing for a moment. He goes to swim back down and you stop him, “Thank you, by the way. I don’t really have any other options unless a sailor happens to find me here, which is unlikely since almost no one will come here, let alone make it out alive.”

He smiles a little, “I would say it’s no problem, but it will be a hassle.” He mutters and you toss a rock at him, telling him to shut up through a laugh. He swims off, returning everyday to give you food, whatever items he finds thrown into the sea, and providing you some company on your long days. It’s lonely, and he’s not exactly the nicest company, but he’s kind and he is better than nothing.

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[anxious2dsimp]

Reki, Miya and langa from sk8 ☁️♀

Hi anon! Thank you for requesting Sk8, I've been waiting for this one, turn it up >:) Since you didn't specify theme or format I'm just gonna write a random fluffy drabble for each!

Random Fluffy Drables! | Reki, Langa, & Platonic!Miya

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Pairings: Reki x Reader, Langa x Reader, Platonic!Miya & Reader

Flavor: Fluff ☁️

Reader: Fem!Reader (she/her)

Format: Drabbles

Warnings: None!

A/N: I decided Miya's is gonna be platonic bc I feel comfortable writting about him that way, sorry!

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Reki

If there's two things that are consistent about Reki is that he loves skateboarding more than anything and he's great at it. How you managed to change those two main things about the redhead not even a minute into meeting him is truly baffling. It was a sunny afternoon when Reki was aimlessly riding his skateboard around town, his eyes drifting around the relatively busy store-filled street. That was, until you came out of one of the buildings a couple stores ahead, because once he spotted you he couldn't look away. You were putting on your headphones, brushing the hair out of your face to reveal the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, features graced by the warm sunlight as your eyes were lost somewhere among the clouds. A million thoughts raced through his mind; would it be creepy to approach you, there's no way you'd notice him, maybe he could impress you with a cool trick? Unfortunately for him he had nearly caught up to you and couldn't make up his mind, but suddenly he snapped out of his thoughts by a thunk and a force propelling him forward. He was so busy looking at you he didn't notice the uneven sidewalk, his front wheels getting stuck and sending him flying only to land in front of you. "Oh my god, are you ok?" You asked worriedly as you crouched down before the stranger that had been catapulted by his board. "I- uh- hi?" Reki sounded more panicked than you were, and mentally kicked himself for being such an idiot, but the sound of your stiffled laugh made him stop that line of thought in an instant. "Hi, please tell me you're ok, or else I should really stop laughing," you commented wittily as you offered him your hand. "No, it's fine! I'm fine, you can keep laughing, it sounds so pretty you're making me feel better," Reki confessed as he took your hand and brought himself up, dusting his jeans before his cheeks begun burning a darker shade of red when he lifted his gaze to meet your flustered face. Did he really just say that outloud? He must have hit his head hard then. "Thanks! I'm (y/n), and you are?" God, you're smile was making his heart race more than S. "Reki," he said, probably a little to quickly, but at that point he didn't care. "Well, Reki, you should probably be more careful when you're skating," you teased, silently hoping your conversation didn't end there and he was as intrigued in you as you were in him. Little did you know that he would try his best to get to see you again, because in that brief interaction, you had transformed his world and what he thought he knew.

Langa

"Langa! you were amazing out there," you exclaimed breathily as you jumped into your friend's arms after him winning the S race. The pale boy squeezed you in response and thanked you, his smile still ecstatic from all the adrenaline. "We've been friends for so long, I can't believe this is the first race you ever invite me to," you said once he put you down, only half joking. "To be fair, S is kind of dangerous, but it surprises me too," Langa said truthfully, but before you could reply you heard some new voices behind you. "Who's the new slime?" "Langa brought a girl, he's learning from me!" "Well this is unprecedented." You whirled around to find a black-haired middle schooler, and three rather unique looking adults. Not really knowing what to reply, you were lucky your other friend Reki made his way past them and introduced you in the process. "This is (y/n), Langa and I's friend from school," the redhead said proudly. After they introduced themselves, you made some small talk with the group, but had to excuse yourself to reply to a phonecall. "So, Snow, what's up with you two?" Joe asked as he wiggled his brows. "What do you mean?" Langa replied, clueless as ever as everyone else stared in disbelief. "We mean that this is the first person you invite to S, and whenever you look at her your eyes sparkle like you're talking about skateboarding," Cherry attempted to clarify. "Or how during the race you pulverized the guy who was hitting on her earlier," Shadow chimed in once he saw Langa was still not getting it. "They're asking if you like her bro," Reki said with a rowdy smile as Langa turned totally red at the suggestion. "Wha- I care for her as a friend! Right? That's what friends do?" Langa didn't know why he was getting defensive, but he felt that his heart was gonna explode if they didn't change the subject. "Well, your slime buddy is getting hit on again," Miya said, slightly amused as he pointed with his head. Langa's body moved before he could even tell, and next thing he knew he was standing beside you as he silently glared at the guy he won against. "I'm sorry," the guy who was now clearly uncomfortable said as he lifted his arms in fake surrender, "I should have known you two were together." You just became a flustered mess, watching the guy leave as you turned to face your friend, stoic as ever but with a faint pink dusting his cheeks. "What was that about?" You asked. "You looked uncomfortable," he stated simply as he grabbed your arm, softly dragging you back to the group, who were all smiling knowingly. "Also, I wouldn't oppose to it y'know," his voice was barely above a whisper, but you were sure you heard him right, the sound of your heartbeat filling your ears immediately after. That night definitely was important for your relationship, just not in the "friendly" way you both initially thought.

Miya

Miya's gaze fell to the floor as his name was called to come up front for the freestyle skateboarding competition he was at. You had promised to come see him and support him like the good friend you were, but had yet to show up, leading the boy grit his teeth to bear the dissapointment that weighed him down. 'Of course (y/n) wouldn't show up, she's another slime, I should have known I'm stuck in a single player game,' Miya thought to himself as he walked up to the center of the area, readjusting his helmet while turning to face the judges. He was so caught up in his head that he didn't notice the commotion going on in the corner, where amongst the crowd whispered complains were heard followed by a seemingly neverending loop of apologies. Out of breath and hoping you weren't late you finally managed to squeeze past the group to end up in the front row before the area, seeing that much to your delight Miya had yet to start. However, your content smile at having made it in time despite your setbacks quickly vanished at the sight of his frown. Did he think you had forgotten? "MIYA! GOOD LUCK!" You yelled over the loudspeaker music and monotone sound of conversation from the crowd, the blackette's eyes instantly lighting up at the familiar voice. His eyes finally landed on you, and you could visibly tell he was holding back from grinning too hard as he gave you a small nod of acknowledgement; I'm glad you made it. After a great routine, he got off the judging area and headed to the water fountains, where you two had previously scheduled to meet. "I'm so sorry I was late, I had some problems that held me back, but I'm glad I made it on time! You were great out there," you rambled to your friend as he took a swig from his water bottle. "It's whatever," he replied contently, yet you knew something was up with the way his eyes avoided yours. "Miya, I can tell something's bothering you, y'know." After a hesitant glance, the boy sighed and finally looked you in the eye. "Sorry, it's just... I was scared you were gonna ditch me," he confessed, adding in a voice barely above a whisper, "like my old friends." Your heart broke at his words; though he kept up this unbothered facade, he did care for all of this stuff on the inside. "I would never, Miya. You're a great friend, and you deserve nothing less from me," you reassured him, giving him a tight hug that he barely reciprocated, but you knew him well enough to see that he appreciated it from the look in his eyes. "You better keep your word, or else you'd go down from being a friend-slime to a regular one," he joked, earning a lighthearted chuckle from both of you as the sadness cleared from the air around you two.

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[milkbread420]

Yooo that hc/drabble you just did for kuroo and Suna was sooooo good!! Do ya think you could maybe do that again but for iwa and kenma?? if it’s not a bother 😂

Pairings: Iwaizumi x f!reader, Kenma x f!reader

Prompt: The boys have a girl best friend who has feelings for them, but the boys like y/n ( “heather”)

Warnings: Swearing, angst??

a.n:  I made the girls nice bc I can’t imagine Iwa or Kenma putting up with a b word (I feel like they would just be like ‘k bye lmao’) & sorry this took so long I had a hard time w Kenma ;-; Next on the list are Oikawa and Sugawara !

I’m so glad you thought so!! I hope this is what you’re lookin for !

Iwaizumi

Iwa talks about you and doesn’t even realize he’s talking about you most of the time

But she doesn’t really say anything because he never looks as at peace as when he’s talking about you

His insecurities & self doubt go poof when you’re with him

You laugh along when he ‘bullies’ Oikawa, so it must be love

She knows she should hate you, but she can’t because you just make him so happy

Oikawa definitely knows about her crush and teases her relentlessly.

Sometimes he goes too far and she gets really pissed

Because it should be her, not you

Hanging out used to be just her, Oikawa, and Iwa

Now Iwa’s always asking “Can y/n come too?”

“She just can’t get enough of me,” -Oikawa 

He got beat up for that

Iwa leaves little notes in your locker, telling you how pretty you are or writes you little poems.

Mans is too scared to deliver them himself though, so he makes her do it.

He would make Oikawa do it, but the one time he did, the man memorized the entire poem Iwa wrote to you and would not stop reciting it for a week. 

So she’s stuck with the job

Unfortunately

She tries not to peek, but sometimes her curiosity gets the better of her.

Then she wishes she’d never looked.

If she were being honest though, if it couldn’t be her, she was glad it was you, though she’d never really admit it.

You actually get along really well with her.

She hates how easy you are to talk to.

Girl talk definitely happens when the boys aren’t around.

Oikawa knows this, and lets Iwa in on it too

Iwa asks her to see if you’re interested in anyone

That’s how they find out about your crush on Iwa

She had secretly hoped you liked Oikawa 

You like Iwa though (of course)

She calls him like right away to tell him because, as much as she wishes it were her, she’s really happy for you both. 

Iwa is so happy aww

Like happier than he is after scoring the last point in a game

The next day he tells you to meet him behind the gym before practice.

He confesses and both her and Oikawa catch you sucking faces 

She looks like she could scream and cry and smile all at once.

“You know, we could always go on double dates,”

“No, Oikawa”

“She wanted to know how to spike, so I had Oikawa set some balls to her, and she picked up on it pretty well,” Iwa said, leaning back into the office chair in his room with his hands resting on the back of his head, “Especially since she’s never done it before, she’s something else, I’ll tell you that,” he sighed. The girl sitting on the edge of his bed nodded, resting her chin in her palm as she listened to him talk about you, “Oikawa tried to buy her lunch today, just to tick me off,” he frowned, “That bastard,”

“Sounds about right,” she giggled, trying not to show just how bothered she was by the subject.

“I beat him to it though,” he said proudly, “She thanked me,” a blush spread across his cheeks as he recalled the memory of you.

“You sure talk a lot about her,” the girl teased, pretending the ache in her heart just wasn’t there. It was hard to listen to him talk about you. He looked so happy and content when he was rambling on about how pretty you were, or how nice you were. 

Iwa jumped out of his chair, “No I don’t!” he said loudly, “Do I?” she nodded, “Man, I just can’t get her off my mind,” he huffed in frustration, and she realized just what that meant, “Everything reminds me of her,” he was in love, “This is stupid,” he frowned. She chuckled, and he sunk back into the chair, “You don’t think she’s using me to get close to Oikawa do you?”

“I don’t think so,” she wanted to say yes, just so he’d get over you and she’d have him to herself, but seeing how happy you made him, she just couldn’t lie. She was willing to bet you liked him too.

A small sigh of relief escaped him, “Good,” he said, “I didn’t think so either, but I wanted a girl’s opinion, honestly,” 

“Well there you have it,” she smiled. 

He smiled too, but somehow she knew it wasn’t for her.

-

“So,” Oikawa grinned at the girl, “Just how obvious were you trying to make your crush on Iwa-chan?” she sighed and tried to ignore him, walking briskly through the school corridor in an attempt to get him to stop following her, “Hey now, don’t ignore me!” he whined. 

“I don’t want to talk about that, Oikawa,” she said, “It’s none of your business,” 

“Oh but it is!” the brunette persisted, “Iwa-chan’s business is my business,” he said with a signature fake smile, “Plus, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, you get what I’m saying?” She stopped in the middle of the rather empty hall, “Ooh, too far?” 

“Asshole,” she said, continuing towards her next class.

“Look, my point was that he’s got the hots for y/n, I’m sure you’ve noticed,” The brunette said, “So don’t get in the way and make things all weird,” 

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she said cooly.

“Oikawa? Are you ditching?” Iwaiziumi’s irritated voice made them both snap their heads towards him.

“Iwa-chan! No, we just needed to have a talk is all,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll be going now! See you guys after school right?” the girl nodded, still looking like she could punch the snarky brunette in the throat any second.

“Oh yeah,” Iwa said, “Since you’re both here, would it be fine if I asked y/n to come with us? She had plans with some friends, but they all crapped out on her last minute,” his fist balled at his side at the thought of you being ditched, “I thought we could cheer her up,” he finished. His friends looked at each other. Oikawa nodded first, then looked at the girl expectantly; she nodded too, “Cool,” he said, “Thanks,” and he walked into his classroom, not looking back at either of them.  “That’s gonna leave a mark,” Oikawa noted as he watched the girl collect the pieces of her heart, her eyes reflecting the hurt she felt somewhere deep down.

“Fuck off,” 

Her day passed especially slow knowing that as soon as the last bell rang, she’d have to face you. She hadn’t really met you yet, but it sure felt like she had by the way Iwa talked about you. She wondered if you would live up to his hype, then found herself thinking, of course you would. Hajime Iwaizumi was never one to exaggerate, so you must have truly been amazing.

She hoped to god she was wrong, she hoped to find a reason to hate your guts.

The usual trio, plus one, met in front of the gym after school. You were almost hiding behind Iwa, and the tall brunette chuckled, “She’s even shyer than I remembered!”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, bowing your head a bit, “It’s just, you’re all so cool, and it’s really nice that you let me join you today,”  Oh god, you were as amazing as he’d said. Not only were you kind, but you were every bit prettier than she’d even imagined. Iwaizumi looked over at you and grinned and it made her so jealous that you could completely steal his attention with the tiniest gesture if you so desired, because everything about you was so mesmerizing, she caught herself staring. 

“No need to thank us,” Iwaizumi smiled, pushing your shoulder playfully; you blushed and she looked at you as you looked up at her. 

“Hello y/n,” she said with a smile that she wished she was forcing, “It’s nice to meet you!” 

“It’s nice to meet you too!” you smiled back. She swore she could’ve been blinded by the radiance you emitted, it was truly no wonder he had feelings for you, in all honesty she thought it might be crazier if he didn’t. 

“Shall we be on our way ladies and Iwa-chan?” Oikawa grinned, wiggling his brows at you and Iwa, who gave him a well-deserved smack on the back of the head. You giggled, “Hey!” Oikawa complained, “Don’t laugh!”

“Don’t get smacked,” You teased with a sly shrug. 

Dear god you were perfect for him.

-

“Watcha’ got there, Hajime?” the girl asked as the boy pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper from his locker. His cheeks turned pink for just a second, covered quickly by a click of his tongue.

“It’s a letter for his girlfriend!” Oikawa teased, coming up behind them, “Right, Iwa-chan?” she grimaced at the word, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach as she looked down at her feet.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Crappykawa!” he shouted, folding his arms over his chest in momentary annoyance. 

“Not yet,” the brunette teased, and if she were to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure which one of them he was trying to provoke, “That’s a love letter right?” Oikawa leaned in to look at the folded paper; Iwaizumi shoved him away, “Or is it another poem?” 

Iwaizumi’s head snapped up, “Shut up!” he grumbled, then turned to the girl, “Do you think you could drop it off in her locker later?” he asked her hesitantly. Oikawa chuckled to himeself, wondering how his best friend could be so casually cruel to the girl. 

“Sure!” she replied, her heart breaking to the gentle smile that spread across his lips.

“Thanks,” he muttered, handing her the paper; it was just a piece of paper wasn’t it? Then why did it feel like a weapon that could tear her apart on the inside with just a single curious glance? That lone piece of paper held the power to leave her heart in shambles. 

She nodded, “No problem!” 

How could she be so cruel to herself?

-

“So,” she started hesitantly, tilting her head towards you. In the past weeks, you’d actually grown rather close, and as much as it pained her to admit, she’d grown quite fond of you, “I’m glad you came over tonight, I know you’ve been busy with school work and your club stuff,” she said.

You smiled at her, “I know you’ve been pretty busty too, so thank you for having me!”  giving her a small wave, you opened her front door 

She nodded with a clenched her jaw, bracing herself for the words that were about to come out of her mouth, “Hey,” Iwaizumi had asked her to find out who you liked, he even made a stupid bet with Oikawa about it. He was so sure that you liked him, he swore that there was no way all those stolen glances didn’t mean anything. When he talked about it, it made her wonder why he was so blind to her feelings. 

“Yeah?” you asked, unaware of the flashing bitterness in her eyes.

She swallowed hard, “You have feelings for Hajime, right?”

You blushed and looked down, “Wow, is it that obvious?” she nodded, “Yeah,” you said, “I guess it is,” a soft smile played at your lips, “You think he likes me too?” She froze. Even though she should have seen it coming, she couldn’t help but feel unprepared to answer that question.

For more reasons than one. 

She didn’t want to steal her best friend’s big moment, he really should be the one to tell you, but it would crush you if she told you he didn’t or that she didn’t know; and that was her problem. She wanted to want to crush you, to completely leave you devastated and heartbroken so that you’d break his heart too and he’d go to her and realize that it had always been her, but she couldn’t find it in herself. Even if she could, it would never be her, always you.

You were good for him. He was more confident when you were around. When you showed up to his games, he always played better. He was happier too, smiling a lot more, especially when you laughed at his jokes and antics. 

She settled on, “Well he talks about you a lot,” with a small smile that she almost couldn’t force onto her face. 

You smiled and blushed, trying to hide your obvious excitement as you left her house without another word. 

She called Iwaizumi right away to tell him the good news.

Good news for him, at least. 

-

The next day at school, Iwaizumi was sweating buckets. Finally, the last bell had rung and he was on his way to meet you behind the gym like he’d asked, the girl following him for moral support.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he said, “I’m not even this nervous before a game,” she knew why. It was because he was head over heels for you, and even though he knew you had feelings for him, he couldn’t shake the fear of confronting you about it. Your pretty eyes looking into his would certainly be enough to make him weak in the knees, and he imagined himself a stuttering mess the second he opened his mouth in front of you; he groaned in frustration and stopped in his tracks, “I can’t do it,” 

“What?” she asked, silently hoping that maybe he’d realized you weren’t the one, “Why not?” somehow she already knew she was wrong.

Then he sighed, “She’s just so perfect, I want this to go just as perfect, but I don’t think I can do that,”

She felt a pain in her chest, “You have do do it,” she spat her words out like they were poison in her mouth, it felt wrong betraying her heart. 

Iwa nodded firmly, “You’re right,” he took a deep breath and started walking again towards the place he’d told you to meet him. He knew you’d be there, but when he saw you, Iwaizumi stopped and felt like he could drop dead any second. 

“You wanted to talk?” you asked, a glimmer of confidence in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “So, listen-”

Before he could get even a word in edgewise, you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He tensed at first, but only for a brief moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

The girl watched with a heavy heart from behind the wall, her head just peeking around the corner, “Finally,” she jumped at the sudden voice, “I was scared he’d chicken out.”

“He was going to,” she grumbled as she turned to the tall brunette.

“Oh?”

“He was really nervous, but I told him he had to do it,” she explained, wondering to herself why she’d encouraged the breaking of her own heart. 

“If you love something, let it go, right?” Oikawa sighed and she realized that he’d put it better than she could have thought to at the moment.

She watched as Iwaizumi smiled and held your face in his hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs; you blushed and wrapped your hands around his wrist, smiling back at him. 

“Right.” 

___

Kenma

Kenma really likes you, but I’m sorry, he never talks about you

The only reason she knows he likes you is because one day she’s like, “don’t you have a crush on anyone?”

and he’s just like, “y/n is really cool,” 

She knows that means he really likes you 

She’s crushed but doesn’t show it because she’s scared of him finding out she likes him

She starts talking to you a lot more after she finds out about his feelings for you

Asks you to help her study hoping Kenma will join

Kenma didn’t ask her to, she just does because she knows he’s way too shy aww

She doesn’t even try to hate you to be honest, she’s actually almost excited, because Kenma actually smiles when you’re around. 

She wished he were smiling at her though

She’s really good at hiding her feelings for him

He’s lowkey jealous of how much time you spend with her bc of your study sessions 

so he confronts her about it one day

She’s like ??? You know you could just come study out with us ??? 

He says he’s not up for it but Kuroo has his ways 

Y’all have a group study session and you guys are really tense like, it’s hella awkward.

Things get a little better by the end though 

You start hanging out with their group more often after that

One day she invites you both to this arcade but then at the last minute she dips and makes up an excuse for why she couldn’t go

That was Kuroo’s idea

After hanging out one on one Kenma is like in love aww

He gets home that night to her and Kuroo waiting for him BECAUSE THEYVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU GUYS THE WHOLE NIGHT

He’s like ¿? But tells them about how it was a great time and he REALLY likes you

“we been knew”

I think she knows he’ll never like her, so I don’t think she really gets her hopes up and she doesn’t try to sabotage you or anything

It still hurt like a buttcheek on a stick when she saw you kissing him

“That should be me holding your hand that should be me making you laugh that should be me this is so sad”

“Kenma,” she asked quietly as her and the boy tapped away at a game, both pairs of eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Yeah?” Kenma replied after a couple of seconds, trying not to lose his focus on the game. 

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” she was trying to maybe drop a couple of hints, and nudge him towards the idea of him having a girlfriend and it being her. She hadn’t expected him to pause the game and look at her though. 

“You sound like Kuroo,” he said flatly, “Why do I need a girlfriend? It’s not like I could get one anyway,” the boy shrugged and fiddled with the controller in his hands.

She frowned, “Don’t say that,” He shrugged again, and she took the chance to dip her toes in the water, “is there anyone catching your eye though?”

“What do you mean?” He asked blankly.

“Like, a crush!” She rolled her eyes and set down the controller, “is there anyone you like?” the girl felt her heart beathing out of her chest when he smiled softly and only for a brief second.

“I think y/n is really nice, you know, the girl in out Japanese Lit class?” He mumbled, a blush spreading across his cheeks, almost covered by his hair.

“Oh!” She pulled her toes out of the metaphorical water as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach, “right, y/n,” she said, “she’s really nice!” Kenma nodded and turned his attention back to the game, clicking the play button.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she continued, spamming the different buttons mindlessly, too heartbroken to care about the game anymore.

“You suck,” Kenma noted.

For the rest of the time they sat and played in silence.

-

“y/n, do you think you could help me out with this question?” The girl leaned in towards your desk and pointed to one of the many questions on the assignment. Kenma watched silently from a couple desks behind both of you.

“Sure!” You said leaning closer to her; you smelled nice and that was the first thing she noticed. It was like she short circuited the moment she drew in a breath, she wondered if you were some magic creature like one she’d seen while playing video games with Kenma,“Wait, which one was it?” You asked sheepishly, snapping her out of her daze.

“Oh,” she shook herself lightly, “number nineteen,” she said, pointing to the question on the paper.

“Ah! This ones not too bad,” you smiled and went on to explain, which she only half picked up on because she was too busy staring at you, “You got it?”

She nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah, thanks!”

“Anytime,” you smiled and shifted your focus back onto your work.

“See you after school, right?” she asked with a smile.

You nodded, “Of course!” For a couple weeks, you had been helping her study for the Japanese Lit midterm in the library after school. After she found out Kenma liked you, she thought it might be a good way for him to get to know you better. 

Her plan hadn’t gone exactly according to plan though, Kenma never actually stayed for the study sessions which left her alone with you. At first, she’d tried to find it in herself to be disgruntled, but you were just so kind to her, and so helpful, she couldn’t resent you, and you’d actually gotten rather acquainted with each other. 

After class, she was still packing up a few moments after the bell, and Kenma stood by her desk, an irritated expression on his face. She looked at him, confused, “Are you okay?” 

“Fine,” he shrugged as she stood up and they walked out of the classroom together in silence.

“y/n’s really sweet,” she said, trying to get him talking. He only hummed and nodded in agreement. The girl knew something was wrong, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure it out, and he surely wasn’t telling her, so she persisted, “you know, if you wanna get to know her you could join our study session after school today,” it felt like the millionth time she’d suggested that.

“No thanks,” he shrugged.

The girl frowned, “Well fine,” she grumbled, “Why are you so cranky?” 

“It’s nothing,” he said.

She shot him a glare, “It’s obviously not nothing,”

“Let’s drop it okay?” 

The girl looked down, “Kenma, just tell me,” he eyes were sad and she felt like nothing at all, nothing if her best friend didn’t trust her with his feelings, “I’m your friend aren’t I?”

The boy sighed in defeat, “You’ve been talking to y/n a lot, and I guess I’m just a little jealous,” he admitted, “of how easy it is for you, I want to talk to her like that too,” 

Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. He was jealous of her? To be frank, it made her a little irritated that she was putting in so much effort to get to know you just so he could too, and he had the nerve to say he was jealous. She’d invited him countless times to your mini study sessions at the library after school, and he’d declined all of them; you probably thought he hated you by the way he seemed to avoid you like the plague. And as much as it pained her to know that he was pining for a girl that wasn’t her, she wanted him to be happy, she loved when he smiled, even if the smile wasn’t for her. 

“Well, if you don’t hang out with her, you’re never gonna get to know her,” she huffed, “and if you never get to know her, how do you expect her to like you back?” 

“I don’t really,” he shrugged, “I’m okay admiring from a distance,” 

She rolled her eyes, “You always settle for less than you could have,” he looked at her, “Whatever, Kenma,” annoyed, she sped away to her next class, leaving him alone and a bit confused. 

The girl was angry, and as she did her assignment during the last class of the day, she found it hard to focus. She was bothered by the fact that she’d gone so far for her friend, disregarding her own feelings, just so he had a chance at happiness, and he was completely rejecting her efforts. 

“Uh, you good?” a voice came from behind her, shaking her from her thoughts. She frowned as she turned around, “Jeez, what’d I do?” 

A sigh left her lips, “Sorry, Kuroo,” she said, “I’m just in a bad mood,” 

He hummed, “Did Kenma tick you off?” She nodded, “What is it this time, he doesn’t see your obvious feelings for him?” the boy smirked and the girl blushed, getting even more annoyed by the third year’s teasing. 

“Shut up,” the girl said, “At least I can talk to him without mentioning the periodic table,” she sneered.

 He looked at her with raised brows, “Tough talk for someone who can’t even name the first fifteen elements.”

She frowned, “Says the third year who’s taking a second year English class,”

“Touche,” he nodded slowly, leaning forward, “Look, if you want, I can talk to him,” 

Her expression shifted, “Wait, really?” 

“Yeah, maybe I can talk him into going to the study thing after school,” he shrugged. The girl smiled. Though she wanted to be the one to convince him, she figured this would have to be what she settled for. 

After the last bell rang, the girl dashed to the library, waiting for you at the entrance. You smiled and waved, offering her a greeting as you both walked in and unpacked at a table. 

“Hey ladies, have room for two more?” the girl lifted her head and frowned, looking at the pair. That certainly was not the plan she’d had in mind, playing third wheel was bad enough, but fourth wheel, really?

“Kuroo, don’t bother them, see, they’re busy,” Kenma said quietly, averting his gaze from you. 

“I don’t mind!” you cheered, looking over at the girl, “As long as you don’t mind,”

“Nope,” she glared at Kuroo, and he grinned, “I don’t mind.”

“See! They don’t mind Kenma,” the black-haired boy said, taking a seat next to the girl across from you, which forced Kenma to take the seat next to you. 

“Okay,” he said dully, carefully sitting down beside you, not daring to so much as steal a glance at you. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion and hurt for a moment. You wondered why he was so cold towards you, it wasn’t like you’d been mean to him, in fact, you’d tried especially hard to be nice to him during the few interactions you’d had, so it didn’t make sense. 

“y/n, can you help me with the second one?” the girl asked immediately, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked over at the quiet boy for just a moment before diverting your attention to her.

“Yeah,” you went on to explain the question and it’s answer while Kenma folded his arms and glared at Kuroo. 

“Hey, y/n,” Kuroo said. You looked up, “Kenma needs help on the fifth one,” Kenma’s glare became more intense and he kicked his friend from under the table. 

Your eyes fell on the boy and he just looked down at his paper, “Oh the analogies can be tough,” you said. 

He nodded simply, “Yeah,” 

You internally screamed at his lack of response, feeling a bit embarrassed, “So were you able to rule any out?” you asked, tapping your fingers on the table anxiously. 

“Well, I know it’s not ‘A’,” he said, still refusing to look at you.

“Okay! That’s good, so then take another look at the question, and figure out the context,” you explained, “these types of questions are all about context,”

He nodded and gave the question another look as you waited anxiously for his response, “Is it ‘D’?” he asked.

You nodded fervently, “Yeah! Nice!” A soft smile spread across his lips, and the girl across from you felt like her heart was being ripped out and dissected right in front of her. Though you probably hadn’t even realized it, you were making his day, he would be thinking about that moment for the rest of the night and she knew it; she wished it were her he thought about like that, though.

Noticing the expression on the girl’s face, Kuroo spoke up, “Hey, we’re gonna go get some drinks from the vending machine, you guys want anything?” 

“Oh sure,” you said, rummaging through your bag for some spare change. 

Kenma nodded and handed Kuroo enough for two drinks; his and yours. 

Kuroo raised a brow and smirked, “y/n, that’s alright, Kenma’s gotcha covered,”

“Oh!” you were beyond ecstatic, but you repressed the gigantic smile that wanted to force its way onto your face so you wouldn’t freak him out, “Thank you so much, Kozume!” you offered him a polite smile instead. 

Kenma nodded, “It’s no problem,” he said flatly, “you can call me Kenma, by the way,” 

You blushed lightly, but he didn’t really notice. The girl did though, and it made her lose all hope; he liked you and she was almost certain now that you liked him. 

“Well, we’ll leave you two to make out or whatever,” Kuroo teased and you blushed harder. 

“Kuroo, don’t say things like that,” Kenma said as his friends turned around. 

Kuroo laughed, but the girl could only think about one thing. 

In the six years they’d known each other, Kenma had never once paid for anything for her. 

-

It had been a few weeks since the group study session, and you’d gotten a lot closer to Kenma, Kuroo and the girl. Although the other two were nice, you had a special fondness for Kenma. Your heart raced whenever he talked to you, and when he said your name you swore you’d die of a heatstroke. You knew before that you found him attractive, but now, you had realized you were completely crushing on the boy and you thought it was obvious, but he hand’t seemed to pick up on it; if he had, he certainly hadn’t made any attempt to acknowledge it. 

A sigh escaped your lips at the thought that maybe he was just ignoring your feelings because he didn’t like you in that way. 

“y/n?” the boy mumbled. You were visibly startled by his voice, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” 

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s fine, just caught me off guard,” you had been waiting for him and the other two to show up and you had simply gotten lost in thought. 

“Uh, the others said they couldn’t make it today,” Kenma said sheepishly, “So if you don’t wanna go anymore, that’s okay,”

There was no way you were about to pass up a chance at alone time with Kenma, “No! I’d like to go still, if you’re okay with it,” it would be nice to spend time with him without Kuroo’s relentless teasing. 

“Oh,” he said, sounding a little surprised, “Yeah, it’s alright with me,”

“Cool!” You grinned, and started walking alongside Kenma. 

You were really nervous, and unbeknownst to you, so was he. Every time your hand would get too close to his, you’d both jerk away and look anywhere but each other and mumbling quiet apologies. 

“So,” you started, dreading the awkward silence that fell over you and him, “I’ve never been to this place, what’s it like?”

Kenma looked up at you, “It’s an old fashioned arcade,” he told you, a bit of excitement laced in his tone, “They have a lot of old games, I think you’ll like it,”

“I think I will too!” you said with a smile. He blushed and looked down, trying to quickly compose himself.

“Oh,” he pointed, “We’re almost there,” you could see the big sign and flashing lights and you grinned. 

As you walked in, Kenma held the door for you and you thanked him; it was a simple enough gesture, but it made your heart flutter. 

You spent hours and hours at the arcade, playing every game you saw, and competing at each one for the highest score; you lost almost all of them, but you managed to win a couple by pure luck, but with him, even losing made you happy. He also really enjoyed your time together, and you realized it was the first time you’d seen him laughing so much. 

After a long day at school, and a great night at the arcade, Kenma walked you home, and your heart felt warm when he said, “You know, I’m kinda glad it was just us tonight, I had a really great time with you,”

A huge smile spread across your lips, “I had a great time with you too,” your arms flew around him in a hug and as soon as you realized what you were doing, you pulled away and coughed, “Sorry,”

He smiled softly, “It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” your mouth hung open a bit as he took a shaky step towards you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time ever. You exhaled sharply, taken aback by how pretty and expressive his eyes were, “I uh...” he trailed off, breaking eye contact for just a moment, “I really like you, y/n,” he said.

You blinked a couple times and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming, “Kenma,” he felt like dying when you said his name, he thought you about to reject him, so he braced himself but it never came, “I really like you too!” He smiled softly and you grabbed one of his hands, then got on your toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. His eyes shot open and fluttered shut all in the same second, “Wow,” you mumbled. He stared at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, “Oh no was that too soon?” You panicked. He just shook his head and you breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, good,”

He stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he was able to speak, “Goodnight y/n,” Kenma said, “I hope we can do that again,” a blush spread across his face and you nodded, a little giggle escaping your lips as he turned and walked away.

As soon as got home, Kuroo and the girl were waiting at his porch, “Well I think the jury’s reached their verdict, all in favor of Kenma being in love say ‘I’,” The boy furrowed his brows, “I can’t believe you didn’t notice us following you the whole night,”

“It was Kuroo’s idea,” the girl added quietly, and kenma could tell she was upset, but he couldn’t figure out what she was upset about. He chose to brush it off for the time being, too excited about what had just happened to let anyone get him down.

“Guilty as charged,” Kuroo said, putting his hands up on defeat, “So, are you guys dating now or what?” The girl nervously awaited the answer, though no matter the outcome, she knew she would be disappointed.

“Not yet, I don’t think,” Kenma said, “But I really like her a lot.”

Kuroo knew that.

She knew that.

But watching you kiss him from a distance, and hearing him say those words was a new realm of heartbreak.

“I’m really happy for you two, Kenma!”

She was happy for you both.

But she pitied herself too.

[iwaisa]

request. Okay I have a request for a drabble 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I can’t get the idea of fem bartender!y/n and professional vb player Komori 👀 like the contrast would just be so good 😭 like she sorta has that e-girl look and Komori is just like strongly attracted to her look and vibes 😭 the EJP boys always go this bar bc they know toya just wants to see her... (and then they hook up in the back 👌🏼) ahskdhsksjskshs - anon

a/n. i literally love this idea so much please. i apologize for taking so long to write this ! <3 i got carried away HAHA.

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- pairing. professional volleyball player komori x bartender reader

- genre. nsfw

- warnings. alcohol consumption, swearing, reader is a tease, flashing, handjob, cunnilingus, lowkey a romantic hookup

- word count. 2796

“he’s staring again,” your coworker murmured into your ear, gesturing with the glass in her hand towards the familiar face. you chuckled, shaking your head quickly in an attempt to brush off your flustered expression as you made eye contact with the boy sitting a few tables away, who was attempting to mask his interested gaze behind a glass of beer.

you let your eyes wander as you worked, taking note of the sports jacket he adorned with the logo of a well-known volleyball team. so he’s a volleyball player, you wondered to yourself as you dragged your eyes up and down his body, taking note of the way his muscles seemed to bulge through the thin material. he looked back at you once more, nearly spitting out his drink as he made direct eye contact with you.

you wouldn’t be lying if you were to say you found this entertaining; this is possibly the third week in a row you’ve seen the boy with the small eyebrows, and each time he became even more intriguing than the last.

you were snapped out of your thoughts with a light shove from your coworker, who was tilting her head with a smile towards the table of four, watching as one of them waved you over. you were quick to fix yourself up, checking your outfit for the umpteenth time that night before you swiftly made your way towards their table.

“hey uh, can we get some more beer please?” you nodded in response to the fox-like male’s question, smiling before making your way back behind the counter. “wait!” you whipped your head around, raising your eyebrows. “this guy thinks you’re hot.”

you watched with your mouth gaping open as the said guy, the one you had caught staring not just five minutes ago, began choking on the contents of his drink. each of the other guys began howling with laugher, the tallest one helping out by smacking his back.

“thank you,” you chuckled, bowing slightly towards the flustered male. he was quick to divert his gaze, bowing his head in response. you were somewhat disappointed that he was too shy to say anything, but that just added to the thrill of having an admirer.

you could feel the gazes of each of their eyes following you as you made your way back to your coworker, who was know leaning against the counter with an interested smirk. “he thinks i’m hot, apparently,” you informed her, grabbing glasses off the shelf.

“oooh, y/n’s got a not-so-secret admirer. what are you gonna do now?” you shrugged as you filled the glasses, biting your lip as you went deep in thought. “i’ll just see if he’ll say anything at all to me.”

“you should tease him. you know, give him a little show?” a smirk made its way onto your lips, eyeing your coworker-turned-friend knowingly. she turned around, leaning her back against the counter as you continued your task.

“what’s he doing?” the girl hummed, taking her pointer and thumb and placing them under her chin. “he’s still staring. you know, i caught him checking out your ass a couple times. wouldn’t be surprised if he was hard under that table.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you attempted to push away the heat rising onto your cheeks. “come on! go give him a show!”

you nodded, biting back a smirk as you picked up the glasses and made your way back over to the table. all four boys watched with piercing gazes as you placed the full-to-brim glasses onto the table. “enjoy!” you smiled, placing your hand onto the table as they said their thanks.

you whipped around, swiping some napkins off the table with your hand. you muttered an ‘oops,’ before bending over directly in front of the boy with the number ten on his jacket. you could fainly hear a collection of gasps as you teasingly wiggled your ass, slowly plucking all of the napkins off the ground.

“sorry about that!” you beamed once more, placing them back onto the table before scurrying off behind the counter, where your friend was wide eyed and adorning an even wider grin. “hell yeah, y/n! that was good!”

you gave her a high-five underneath the counter, grinning shyly back. the two of you snuck glances at the group of boys as you cleaned the dirtied glasses, watching as the other boys hollered about his face being beet-red. you chuckled to yourself, the thrill of attracting such a good-looking man running through your veins.

“aw,” your coworker clicked her tongue. “they’re leaving.” you snapped your head up, watching as the group attempted to clean their table, the common courtesy they exhibited making you smile. you waved to the group as they filed out the door, your face flushing once more as the last boy gazed at you longingly.

“y/n!” your coworker sang, resting her hands on your shoulders as she turned you to face the entrance of the bar. your breath caught in your throat as you recognized the group, or more specifically, motoya komori.

yes, you did research on the team that was printed on his jacket, what’s wrong with finding out who exactly your admirer is? in fact, you scoured through the multitude of professional photos taken of the male, your face heating up as well as your loins as you flipped through the photos of him mid-game.

he was fairly tall, a muscular build that seemed to contrast the softness of his face. you adored his eyebrows, believing they framed his adorable face perfectly. you were embarrassed to say that you had even thought of him during very personal times, thinking about the way his tongue swiped against his bottom lip after taking a sip from his drink as you had two fingers deep in your cunt.

you pondered what facial expressions he could make while you rode him, his small eyebrows raised as you bounced up and down on his cock, his hands squeezing and kneeding at the flesh of your thighs and ass. he was very clearly an ass man after all, with the way your friend managed to point out each time he would sneak a glance at your behind while you adorned a skirt.

you watched behind the keg as the boys took their seats at their table, which, at this point was practically reserved for them. naturally, komori would settle himself in the seat where he could watch you closely as you worked.

you didn’t mind a bit, in fact, you loved sending him flirtatious winks from across the floor, giggling to yourself as his face grew even redder. occasionally, his friends would send him up to the counter to get some extra napkins or salt for their food, snickering to themselves as they watched him embarrass himself in front of you.

playing along was easy, as every little gesture you did would make him flustered. leaning in too close was something you found yourself doing quite often, your eyes trailing down to lock onto his lips, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you looked back up into his eyes to see them locked onto the way your breasts seemed to spill from your top.  

each time they came back into your workplace, you found yourself wanting to wear more and more revealing clothing in an attempt to finally get him to ask for your name. however, your wish never came true so instead, you took initiative and handed him a napkin with your name on it, watching as he sat back at his table with shaky hands gripping the white cloth and an equally crimson face.

you practically prided yourself on how the boys seemed to howl in laughter each time the male would sit back down, his face sweaty and his lower half raging. you watched closely, interested in how he seemed to be avoiding drinking tonight. that, and you were surprised at how he seemed to be growing more confident in sending you looks.

it was nearly twelve, and by now the boys would start picking up their things and heading out, but you watched in surprise as the brown-eyed male stayed put in his seat. you took a cloth and approached the table, taking note of a slight spill on the surface.

“not going yet?” komori snapped his head up to come face to face with your soft smile. he stuttered, quickly shoving his phone into his pocket. “y-yeah, i wanted to stay a while l-longer. if that’s okay?” you nodded, continuing to wipe the table down.

he watched with piqued interest as you leaned over the table, your chest on full show for him. you caught him red-handed as he blatantly stared, his face ablaze as he quickly lowered his gaze to where he was twiddling his thumbs in his lap. you finished wiping the table, and you were about to head back behind the counter before he spoke up.

“you’re very beautiful.” you gaped at him, your cheeks heating up under his shy gaze. “thank you. you’re very handsome.” you crossed your arms, pushing your cleavage up ever so slightly. you watched his adam’s apple bob as he gulped, his eyes tearing themselves off your tits. you looked around at the nearly-empty restaurant, before signalling for him to follow you. he tilted his head, confused for a moment before it finally clicked.

he stood up quickly, nearly knocking his chair over in the process, to which you held back a snicker. he walked nervously after you, attempting to calm his thoughts and his boner. he gulped as you pushed through the back door, leading him to a well-lit closet.

“you should know that staring at a girl’s boobs is inappropriate,” you jested as you slid the door closed, fiddling with the lock. he gulped once more, nodding his head and scratching his nape in embarrassment. “sorry.”

you giggled to yourself, leaning against a shelf as your eyes trailed down his joggers. “excited?” he jumped, knowing you caught him. he released his bottom lip from between his teeth, contemplating his next words. “you’re so pretty, i couldn’t help it.”

his kind yet straight-foward words surprised you, sending heat to your face and your dampened cunt. you moved towards him, placing your hands around his neck, twirling his baby hairs around your pointer finger. “you’re very handsome, mister pro-volleyball player.”

“you know me?” you nodded, your noses just a mere centimeter from brushing against each other. “i did a little research. you’re really good.”

he hesitantly brought his hands to rest on your waist, his eyes lovingly gazing down into yours, a feat that made your heart skip a multitude of beats. “thank you,” he murmured, urging you to press your lips to his already.

the kiss was sweet, just as he was. you could faintly taste mint, wondering if he was planning this all along. he pulled on your thighs, urging you to jump. he bent his knees as you settled your legs around his waist, allowing him to place you down onto a pile of boxes. his left hand rested on the wall behind you, the other reaching up and cupping your jaw, deepening the kiss.

you let a moan slip into his mouth as he experimentally rolled his hips into yours, causing his cock to jump underneath his tight confines. your hand dragged down his muscled chest, making its way to his waistband to see what exactly you were about to be dealing with.

he watched, panting, as your small hand made its way underneath his boxers to grasp onto his cock, the tip an angry red and leaking precum. he brought his bottom lip between his teeth once more as he watched your half-lidded eyes flit back up to his. he captured you in another searing kiss as your hands pushed his joggers down, your hand wrapping around his painfully hard cock.

he pulled away, his lips grazing yours as you pumped his length, his gorgeous moans filling the quiet of the closet. his fingers itched to touch you, his hand moving from your jaw down to your breasts. he was quick to pull your shirt down, groaning as your tits spilled from the material. he watched as they jiggled with each pump you gave his cock, which was growing impossibly harder each passing second.

“pretty,” he mumbled, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. the moan you elicited made his cock twitch in your hand, an airy laugh leaving your lips. his hand moved from your breasts down towards your skirt, where he pulled on the fabric to reveal your pretty lace panties.

he groaned, eyes locking onto the way you rubbed your thighs together, attempting to relieve some of that pent-up arousal. he straightened his back, using his hands to pull your thighs apart. you parted your lips to speak, but you were quick to slap your hand over your mouth as he sat on his knees, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your clothed cunt. “please komori.”

“call me motoya,” he mumbled against your panties, his eyes flitting up to yours. even with the lewd position he was currently in, the love in his eyes never disappeared. you nodded, swallowing your moans and gasps as he moved the material aside to prod a finger at your entrance. “‘toya.”

he hummed, soaking in the sound of his name leaving your lips in a whine. he reattached his lips to your clit, simultaneously pumping his finger upwards, hitting a certain spot inside you could never reach. whimpers left your lips as he continued sucking on your clit, the stimulation causing your thighs to trap his head in place.

he hummed against your dripping cunt, sending you reeling. you grasped onto his chocolate tresses as his pointer finger slipped into you, both fingers pressing up against your pulsating walls. your grip on his hair tightened as he fingered you, his tongue swirling around your bundle of nerves causing your vision to go white.

“‘toya,” you drawled, drawing out the last syllable. he moaned in response as your fingers tugged particularly hard on his locks, causing him to detach his lips from your clit. “ah, no!”

he pressed his lips against yours feverishly, his tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. you gladly let him enter, his wet muscle tangling and wrapping around yours as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a pace that left you a mewling mess.

“cum for me?” he said aloud as a question rather than a command. you nodded against his lips as his fingers pressed up against your velvety insides, sending you grasping for something to hold onto as your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm. your grip on his hair caused him to wince, but he was enjoying it nonetheless.

the pace of his fingers slowed, allowing you to ride out your high. your thighs shook as you attempted to calm yourself, and he watched with flushed cheeks and a lovestruck expression as you gazed down at him, your lips swollen and red.

he carefully pulled his fingers from your cunt, bringing them up to his lips to suck off your release. your chest heaved as you watched him, his tongue running up and down and between his two fingers. how could someone look so innocent yet be so fucking good at pleasuring you?

“i wasn’t lying before. you are very gorgeous.” your heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a split second you wondered if this could be something more than just a bar closet hookup.

he helped you pull your panties back up your legs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he adjusted your shirt. he stood up, quickly tucking his still hard cock back into his pants. you stood shakily, watching him piece himself back together. “you’re still hard,” you pouted.

he gave a small smile. “yeah, i am. but at least i got to see you.” your heart squeezed at his words, practically turning you back into a lovesick teenager. you fiddled with the hem of your skirt as he brushed his fingers through his hair. “we could… go back to my apartment, if you would like. i could show you more.”

he snapped his head to look at you, a soft smirk gracing his swollen lips. “you’re sure?” you nodded, moving to unlock the door. “let me lock up first and then i’ll take you home.” he nodded quickly, following you towards the front of the bar just as eagerly as he did following you to the closet, which was now possibly the start of something amazing.

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Pushed Around

Prompt: i looooooove you protective knights Merlin drabbles from over quarantine, the frantic energy of these large children fretting over Merlin is hilarious and so precious (': would you ever write your take on the classic "a visiting knight/noble is a dickwad to Merlin but he doesn't tell anyone bc of either worries of diplomacy or something else and then when Arthur and the knights do find out they have to have a serious chat w Merlin about his priorities and self-worth?" bc,,, it would be awesome

Thanks for the req! I do love this trope...

Read on Ao3

Pairings: merthur, but can be platonic or romantic, you decide

Warnings: uhhh nobles can be dicks

Word Count: 3372

The problem with Merlin is that he doesn’t say nearly enough for all the talking he does. Honestly, the man can ramble on for hours and hours without being interrupted and never say one word about himself. He’s spoken about how Arthur sits wrong for longer than a council meeting for goodness’ sake. And yet in all that time, he’s never said a single thing about himself.

 It would be impressive if it didn’t get them into nearly so many stressful situations that could’ve been avoided had he asked for help.

In fairness to Merlin, servants asking for help from anyone other than fellow servants isn’t exactly normal. In unfairness to Merlin, when has ‘normal’ ever been very high on his list of things to strive for?

 They’ve all gotten fairly used to it. Merlin will be doing something and one of them will notice that perhaps there’s a…better way to do that. Or perhaps he’s doing it with a little less skill or proficiency than he normally does and gods, Merlin, how long have you been hurt for? Merlin will shrug and smile sheepishly at them and say that it’s nothing to worry about. Only Gaius seems to be immune to that, raising the Eyebrow of Disappointment and Merlin will bow his head and let him tend to whatever he’s done to himself this time. The problem is Merlin seems to know this and does all he can to avoid doing these things in front of Gaius. Which leaves the rest of them to struggle frantically to keep track of Merlin while he’s frantically keeping track of them.

 But they’ve gotten used to it.

 Arthur is allowed to be an absolute prat—Merlin’s words, not his—in the mornings, insisting Merlin do all sorts of ridiculously elaborate chores to assess whether he’s hurt himself, whether something’s wrong, or whether he’s done something to upset Merlin more than tossing the occasional boot at him. If Merlin doesn’t snipe back or calls him ‘sire’ unironically, something is definitely wrong and everything is on pause until they fix it. No exceptions.

 Leon, as the closest thing to Arthur’s right hand aside from Merlin, takes every opportunity to stand next to him, regardless of how proper it is. Leon may not be immune to Merlin’s impish little excuses, but Merlin is not immune to the protective-older-sibling looks Leon gives him or the gentle way Leon arranges his cape so that Merlin looks even more inconspicuous behind the copious amounts of red fabric. Leon never says a word, and Merlin would never admit it, but there are times when, if you looked at them from behind, you would see Merlin reach out to clutch Leon’s cape and Leon reach to hold his hand.

 Percival is not a small man. Anyone standing opposite him better think very carefully about whatever they’re about to fight over. Odds are it won’t be worth it. Often all he has to do is stand up and they’re babbling apologies or excuses. Merlin, on the other hand, is a slight man who looks as if he’s always about two seconds from tripping over his own feet. Percival makes sure to stand in front of him.

 Elyan has a way with words. Not that he’s the most loquacious speaker, nor the most forceful, but he’s got a voice that makes people listen. It’s not Arthur’s authority, nor it is Uther’s unmistakable iron, but it is a quiet power. Oftentimes, people don’t seem to respect Merlin. Some go so far as to refuse to remember his name. Elyan’s never had a problem making them see reason.

 Gwaine is not known for being discreet, nor is he especially reserved in demonstrating that he’s here for Merlin, not for Camelot, not for Arthur, but for Merlin. Sometimes Merlin just needs a little reminder that he’s worth fighting for, and not just because he’s fighting for something bigger than himself.

 Lancelot is the only one that can actually get Merlin to talk, reliably. The man can see through Merlin’s nonsense in a way that rivals Gaius. Unlike Gaius, Merlin won’t fight him on it. It’s difficult to get Lancelot to tell the rest of them, despite what he’ll have you believe. But if Merlin looks a little happier afterward, then it’s all fine.

 So yeah, they’ve gotten used to it. What they haven’t gotten used to are the people that go out of their way to make life for Merlin harder.

 “There’s another tournament?” Merlin huffs as he throws the blanket over Arthur’s bed. “Didn’t you just have one?”

 “That was a joust. This is a melee.”

 “You’re all throwing yourselves at each other with various pieces of metal,” Merlin remarks dryly, “what’s the difference?”

 Arthur rolls his eyes as he gets up, glancing out the window to see the approaching knights. There aren’t nearly as many as the last tournament, thank goodness, but that does mean that this one won’t be nearly as easily decided.

 “As long as I’m not cleaning up after all of you this time…”

 Arthur frowns, looking back at Merlin straightening the bed covers. “What do you mean?”

 “Last time. I was working non-stop. Had another knight almost as demanding as you are.”

 “I’m allowed to be demanding,” Arthur says, “you’re my servant.”

 “Mhmm, sure.”

 “No one else is.”

 “You tell them that, sire.”

 “I will. Who was it?”

 Merlin shrugs. “Don’t really remember his name.”

 Arthur sighs, walking forward and resting his hand on Merlin’s shoulder. “Yes, you do. That’s what you say when you don’t want to tell me someone’s name.”

 “You don’t know that.”

 “I do,” Arthur says softly, turning Merlin to face him, “so you can tell me.”

 “That’s not how it works.”

 “Sure it is.”

 “No, it really isn’t.”

 “Merlin,” Arthur huffs, “if something is wrong, you know you can tell me.”

 “But nothing’s wrong!” Arthur just gives him a look until he sighs, picking up the laundry basket. “Alright, fine, his name was Tobias, are you happy now?”

 “Yes, I am, thank you.” Arthur gives his shoulder another pat before moving away. “The next time he’s here, I’ll make sure you’re nowhere near him.”

 As it turns out, that doesn’t go as planned. Because Sir Tobias didn’t just sign up for the joust, he’s here for the melee too.

 “Arthur Pendragon,” the man roars, clapping Arthur firmly on the shoulder, “thought you’d seen the last of me, eh?”

“Thought that bruised backside you got from falling off your horse would’ve kept you away.”

 Tobias throws his head back and laughs. “You’ve got spirit about you, lad. It’ll serve you well if you can hold your nerve.”

 “My nerve has never failed me before,” Arthur replies cooly, gesturing up the stairs, “though I’m sure you know that by now.”

 “We’ll see come the melee.”

 Merlin is out of sight, helping the stablehands tend to the horses. As Arthur walks up the stairs, he sees Tobias glance around and huff softly to himself.

 “Is there something wrong?”

 “No, no,” Tobias says quickly as they enter the hall, “just glad to see you’ve not assigned me the same servant this time.”

 Arthur straightens. “Excuse me?”

 “The gangly boy that tended to my chambers last time,” Tobias says, waving his hand, “right awful he was. Glad you’ve fired him.”

 “I see…”

 Arthur does not, in fact, see, but he makes a point to tell the knights not to let Tobias near Merlin.

 As it turns out, they don’t have much of a choice. Arthur needs Merlin to help him get ready, and Tobias is of high enough rank to be near the prince as he does so. Luckily for Merlin, he just has to stay inside the tent.

 Unluckily for Merlin…

 “Arthur,” Gwaine calls from outside, “they need you to come look at the shields.”

 Arthur gives Merlin’s arm a squeeze and steps away, ducking out of the tent. Gwaine leads him over to a table laden with shields, each with a different insignia painted on it. The Pendragon crest gleams in the light, next to the sigils from each of the other knights fighting. None of them has so much as a scratch.

 “Very good, sire,” the attendant says, sweeping them along to finish the final preparations. Arthur follows Gwaine up the hill to where the others are standing, Leon turning and nodding solemnly ate his approach.

 “Are all of you competing, then?” Arthur leans against the wall.

 Leon shakes his head. “Lancelot and I will be sitting this one out.”

 “Not growing weary are you, old friend?”

 “Weary of people attempting to kill you while I’m already engaged in combat,” Leon replies wryly, “and weary of Merlin being the only one able to do anything about it.”

 “They won’t listen to him when he calls for a stop to the tourney,” Lancelot adds.

 “And so you can keep anyone away from him,” Gwaine says firmly.

 “Precisely.”

 They head back down the hill, just in time to see a flutter of movement from Arthur’s tent. Gwaine frowns, rushing forward and throwing it open.

 “Merlin?”

 “I’m here,” Merlin says, getting to his feet, “just fell.”

 Arthur rolls his eyes fondly and reaches down to help him up. “At some point, Merlin, I do have to wonder.”

 “It’s fine, I just picked up something without realizing it was attached to something else.”

 “I see.”

 The rest of the knights glance at each other over Arthur’s shoulder and Elyan stalks off toward a neighboring tent. Leon bows deeply and tells Merlin that he and Lancelot will wait for the others to finish their training before coming to collect him.

 “There’s still a few more days to go,” Merlin says softly, “I don’t see why you all had to come here so early.”

 “It’s to make it fair, give the knights the chance to get used to fighting in the same place.”

 Merlin grumbles to himself as he goes about finishing up. Arthur catches him gently by the elbow as he turns to leave.

 “Are you alright? Really?”

 “Arthur, I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

 Arthur sighs. “I would really like for one of these to go off normally for once.”

 Arthur does not, in fact, get what he wants.

 Not that anyone is particularly surprised that there’s a knight who managed to sneak a poisoned weapon into the training grounds, but someone clips Arthur through his armor and he winces, immediately aware that something’s wrong. Merlin spots it a mile away, because of course he does. The knight is quickly escorted away and Arthur shakes his head, calling for a search of all the knights’ belongings and weapons.

 “You’d think we’d get better about this,” Lancelot mutters as he and Merlin approach, Merlin rubbing his shoulder, “and that they’d stop trying.”

 “At least we caught it before the actual melee.”

 “Merlin, there you are,” Gwaine says, pulling Merlin to his side, “good. Now, you and I are going to have a talk.”

 “About what?” Arthur looks around. “What’s going on?”

 Lancelot just mouths that they’ll be back as Gwaine sweeps them both along the corridor. Arthur brushes it to the back of his mind. That’s not the first time they’ve done something like this.

 It’s the night before the melee. Merlin is late. Arthur paces up and down the length of his quarters. The knights have all vanished hours ago. Merlin is late.

 A knock.

 “Enter.”

 Leon sweeps inside, a stony look on his face. He glances around the quarters and bites back a curse. “Merlin’s not here, is he?”

 “No,” Arthur says, his blood beginning to run cold, “no, he isn’t. Where is he?”

“Gwaine and Lancelot are already looking,” Leon says, shutting the door, “but…sire, may I ask a question?”

 “Always,” Arthur says immediately, “you don’t need to ask.”

 “How long has Tobias been…allowed near Merlin?”

 “He hasn’t,” Arthur growls, hustling down the corridor, “but what has he done?”

 “He was more brazen during the joust.” Leon shoulders a door open. “But now—“

 “Merlin!”

 Arthur rushes forward as Merlin turns the corner. Startled, Merlin barely has time to turn all the way before Arthur’s wrapping him up in a protective arm and turning him back toward the safety of Arthur’s chambers.

 “Where were you?”

 “I was, um…”

 Arthur bites back a curse and hurries faster, Leon hot on their heels. Along the way, they come across Elyan and Percival, coming up from the armory.

 “Arthur, we need to—“ Elyan breaks off when he sees Merlin in Arthur’s arms. “Merlin?”

 “My chambers,” Arthur growls, “now.”

 “What about Gwaine and Lancelot?”

 “They’ll find us.”

 “Guys, whatever this is, it’s fine,” Merlin tries but Arthur simply opens the door to his quarters and sits Merlin down. “Really!”

 “Merlin,” Leon says quietly, “where were you just now?”

 Merlin glances at Arthur. Then back to Leon. “Helping Amelia.”

 “And who were you helping Amelia help?”

 Another glance at Arthur. Arthur closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

 “Merlin,” he says slowly, “I need you to answer me honestly, please.”

 Merlin nods, evidently a little taken aback at how soft Arthur’s voice is.

 “Were you helping Amelia because she asked for your help, or were you helping her so Tobias would get angry with you instead of her?”

 The silence that fills the room is more than enough of an answer.

 “I’m going to kill him,” Gwaine announces, kicking open the door, “now where’s—there you are.”

 “Gwaine, I—ah!”

 “Don’t break him,” Lancelot chides gently as Gwaine sweeps Merlin into a hug, “he’s probably still hurt.”

 “Hurt?” Arthur looks from Lancelot to Merlin. “Merlin—“

 “It’s fine.”

 “Can you allow us to be the judge of that,” Leon asks, settling a hand on Gwaine’s shoulder and moving him away, “please?”

 “It’s just a few bruises, he doesn’t even hit that hard.”

 “Not exactly helping your case here,” Gwaine snarls, stalking toward Arthur.

 “Merlin.”

 “…why’re you guys so upset?”

 Arthur winces. Merlin looks back and forth between them.

 “No…really, I don’t—I don’t understand. You lot hit me.”

 “Not like that!”

 “It’s fine, I don’t—“

 “This isn’t fine, Merlin, you’re being hurt.”

 “So?”

 The room falls silent. Leon draws back as if Merlin reached out to smack him across the face. Percival bows his head as Elyan bites back a curse. Lancelot stares at Merlin like he’s grown a second head. Gwaine looks at Arthur.

 Arthur’s chest clenches so painfully he fears he’s going to have to send for Gaius. Merlin…Merlin doesn’t believe that he’s worth worrying about when he’s hurt? Merlin doesn’t care that he’s getting hurt? Merlin is letting someone hurt him?

 “Merlin…”

 “What?” He looks around at all of them in confusion. “What it is? Why do you all look so…so…”

 “Upset?” Leon tilts his head. “Because you just told us you don’t think you’re important.”

 “But…this isn’t that big of a deal. It happens all the time. Why is this time any different.”

 “How often,” Lancelot says, “would you say this happens then?”

 “Every time there’s a tournament.”

 “Every tournament,” Leon repeats quietly, “there is a knight that does this?”

 “Sometimes more than one.”

 “And you…let them?”

 “It’s not like I have much of a choice.”

 No.

 No, no, no, this isn’t right.

 This isn’t right.

 Merlin is the man who waltzed right up to Arthur on his first day in Camelot and told him to stop being a prat.

 Merlin is the man who spat in Uther’s face as often as he could.

 Merlin is the man who demanded that everyone is treated as a person, be they servant or noble or royal.

 This is wrong.

 “Merlin,” Arthur manages, “Merlin, of course you have a choice.”

 “If I don’t do it, they’ll hurt someone else. And I’m used to it.”

 “But you never should’ve gotten used to it,” Arthur cries, rushing forward and grabbing Merlin’s shoulders, “damnit, Merlin, why don’t you protect yourself?”

 “I’m fine, Arthur.”

 “You’re letting yourself get pushed around and beaten by someone, you’re not fine.”

 “I have to put up with you, don’t I?”

 Arthur burns.

 Something in his chest squeezes so tight it breaks. He takes his hands off of Merlin like he’s been stung, backing up until he hits the poster of his bed. His mouth is open in shock and he can scarcely draw breath.

 Merlin thinks…Merlin…did he do this to Merlin?

 “I don’t understand why this is such a big deal,” Merlin is saying far, far away, “it’s not like I’m not…why’re you all looking at me like that?”

 No, no, Merlin is Arthur’s Merlin, he—he’d never hurt his Merlin, he’d never—no, he hasn’t—but—Merlin—

 “Arthur, are you—are you crying?”

 This is Arthur’s fault. This is Arthur’s fault, isn’t it, he’s messed this up, he’s messed Merlin up, he’s ruined it—he’s ruined everything.

 “Sire,” comes Leon’s—is that Leon’s?—voice from somewhere to his left, “you have to breathe, come on…”

 Arthur gasps, the air burning the inside of his throat. He does it again, frantically blinking to clear his eyes. Tears stream down his cheeks—so he did start crying—as the image of Lancelot and Gwaine talking to Merlin swims into view in front of him. Merlin’s brow is furrowed and he keeps shooting concerned looks Arthur’s way.

 “I never meant—“ Arthur swallows— “I never meant to hurt him. I didn’t—I never meant any of them, I—“

 “Shh, sire,” Leon murmurs, “we know. Nothing is simple right now.”

 “But that’s not what Arthur does,” Merlin protests, “he—is that why you guys are so worried?”

 Merlin turns and flies at Arthur, hands immediately coming up to cup his cheeks and numb away his tears, muttering all the while.

 “That’s not what I meant, Arthur,” he babbles, “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—you’re not like them, I just—that’s what I’m used to, I didn’t know that there was a difference—“

 “I never meant to hurt you, Merlin,” Arthur says, gripping Merlin’s arms tightly, “I just—you must believe me—“

 “I do, I do—“ now Merlin’s crying too— “I just—“

 “Alright, you two,” Leon hushes, gently laying a hand on both of their shoulders, “let’s have you two sit before you fall over.”

 The knight guides them both to the bed, sitting them on the edge. They’re no help; they’re too busy crying and clinging onto each other.

 “Now, why don’t you two have a chat, and we’ll be outside.” Leon ruffles their hair affectionately and sweeps the others out into the corridor despite Gwaine’s protests.

 Arthur swallows. “I never meant to hurt you, Merlin,” he mumbles, “nor do I believe that you’re—a fool or an idiot or stupid or anything.”

 He clutches Merlin tightly. “You’re important to me.”

 Merlin nods. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you lot, it’s just…that was how the older boys in Ealdor treated me. I got used to it. And it always made sense.”

 Arthur shakes his head furiously. “It doesn’t make sense, Merlin. They were hurting you. People are hurting you. That’s not alright. That’s awful. And I’m going to stop it.”

 “You can’t just fight all the nobles who don’t like me.”

 “Watch me.”

 “Your father will—“

 “To hell with that,” Arthur snarls, “they’re hurting you. And I won’t stand for it.”

 Merlin sighs, slumping forward. Without a thought, Arthur catches him, pulling him closer and tucking his head over Merlin’s.

 “…you really would fight them for me?”

 “Yes, Merlin. I would. And I will.”

 He feels Merlin grin against his shoulder. “You’re going to make Tobias never come back to Camelot, aren’t you?”

 “Perhaps.”

[feliix]

Dreamy ✦ KTH (M)

✦  Pairing: Taehyung x Reader ✦ Word count: 3.3k ✦  Rating: M  

✦  Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!au

✦  Summary: You’re finally ready to move on to the next level of your relationship with Taehyung

✦  Warnings: explicit smut, fingering, oral: female receiving, nipple play, dirty talk, praise kink, virgin sex, fluffy smut

✦ Requested by @starlightseoks​: mmmmmmmmmm how about a tae + cocktail :)))) ehehhe 

✦  A/N: on this episode of kenz tries to write a drabble but it turns into a oneshot jk I had to do it for Lainey bc she deserves it this is sosososo unedited I’m sorry I know its bad plz be nice

✦ Written for the BHQ Drinks and Drabbles game hosted by @bangtan-dreamland​ 

✦ Banner created by the lovely @koophoriia​

“So I’ve been thinking,” you begin, hands placed gently on your lap as you meet eyes with him.

It hadn’t been long since you and Taehyung had started dating. Things between you were…slow. To put it frankly, you were a virgin, he wasn’t, and he wanted to make sure that your first time was ‘special’ or whatever. By this point you were so worked up from trying to suggest the deed you had exhausted all options.

Taking it upon yourself, you decided to conduct some research of your own. If anything, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself during your first time. You knew that Tae was experienced, and no you didn’t hold that against him. Have you seen him? Exactly.

“Thinking about?” He questions, raising a brow in your direction as you nervously chewed your lip.

“We should have sex,” You say bluntly and Taehyung nearly chokes on the air he breathes, coughing in return to your candid statement. Not giving him much of a chance to calm down from his coughing fit you speak up again, “I’ve been doing my research and-”

“You what?” He asks as he suppresses another cough from leaving his throat, his cheeks puffed out in an attempt to hold it back, “What research?”

Palms getting clammy, you wipe them on your jeans, doing your best to coax yourself into relaxing instead of dwelling on how unbelievably awkward this conversation was becoming. “I’ve just been reading some stuff online about how to...you know like…make it good for you.”

“Y/N,” he says softly, grabbing at your waist to pull you onto his lap. His broad stature engulfs yours as his arms wrap around your body; you instantly calm in his arms, past feelings of shams fading as he soothes you with his deep voice. “You don’t have to worry about making it good for me, anything with you will be perfect.”

His large hands sweep the loose strands of hair from your face, exposing the supple skin of your face to him fully as he places a soft kiss to your cheek. Sighing in acknowledgement, you rest your head on his shoulder, the woodsy smell of his cologne filling your nostrils as your nose brushes against his neck.

Taehyung shivers in reaction. His neck has always been an extremely sensitive area – something you did know from how far you’d actually gone with him. Nothing below the waist, but hickeys were fair game, and Taehyung loved those.

He rubs your back soothingly, his hands quietly roaming to the swell of your ass before he gives it a playful squeeze. Your back stiffens in reaction, picking your head up and facing him with wide eyes. The smirk on his face says it all, and the way one hand rests on your thigh and the other pulls you into him confirms it all.

Your lips meet Tae’s with lust and desire. His soft lips move gently against yours, his tongue tenderly brushing across your bottom lip to tease you. His kisses were delicate, so faint and sweet that you could tell he was being careful with you. He pulls away for a breather, his breath fanning across your face as he rests his forehead against yours. The look in his eyes was endearing yet filled with lust. It was unclear if he was holding himself back from taking you right then and there or if he was being cautious, taking his time so it would be memorable.

“Want you,” you whisper over his lips, your thighs unconsciously pushing together to ease the growing throb of your core. Tae adjust himself under you by shifting his hips backwards slightly, your clothed center now placed over his growing erection.

“Are you sure, Y/N,” he says sweetly, his mouth brushing lightly against yours as the words fall from his mouth. All you do is nod gently in agreement, your eyes wide as you look at him through your eyelashes. Taehyung can’t help but want you in this moment, accepting that now was finally the right moment to seal your relationship with the deed.

Swiftly, Taehyung places an arm under your knees, his other supporting your back as he sweeps you off the couch. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your head falls into his chest, the comforting smell of his cologne surrounding you once again. It was like your own little safe-haven – his arms holding you like this and his smell relaxing you.

As he makes his way into the bedroom he places you down carefully on the bed, resting your head on the massive heap of pillows. He stares down at you with wandering eyes, raking up and down your figure like he’s assessing what he’s going to do to you. Shifting nervously in your place, you curl your lips into an apprehensive smile, tilting you head to the side in hopes he would say something to ease the weird energy filling the room.

“If I knew you wanted to do this tonight I would have done something more romantic,” he says, a hand meeting the back of his neck as he scratches it lightly. For all this time you had waited, Taehyung had always planned on making your first time special. He wanted all the stereotypical romantic stuff. The rose petals, the candles, the smooth jazz playing in the background. It wasn't like he couldn't have it, though, just not tonight.

Tonight he wanted you right here, right now. Rose petals or not, tonight would be special for the both of you. There was no need for all the ‘stereotypical romantic stuff’ as long as you were with him.

“This is romantic,” you say, pushing yourself up onto your knees so that you could be eye level with him. Taehyung releases a sigh of relief, or displeasure, it was a little hard to tell with the expression on his face. Either way, your instinct was to calm his nerves, hoping it would maybe settle your own in the process.

“If you want me to, I could…” you trail off bashfully as you wander your eyes down to his crotch, staring at the semi-hard on that you could make out through his sweats, and then moving your eyes quickly back up to his.

“You could..?” He quirks a brow at you in question, genuinely confused by your half-baked proposition and suggesting gaze.

“I could maybe,” you take a deep breath, trying your best to build up confidence to actually let the words fall from your mouth, “suck your dick?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth you feel instantly embarrassed. The way Taehyung’s lips roll in between his teeth to hold back a laugh doesn’t help either. Immediately you feel your cheeks heating up, bringing up your hands to cover your eyes in humiliation.

“You’re so cute,” he states, grabbing ahold of your wrists in each of his hands, bringing them down so he could see the embarrassment written all over your face. Pouting in response, you let your shoulders fall, sinking into yourself.

“I don’t want to be cute right now I want to be…I don’t know I want to be one of those things that people are so their boyfriend will actually have sex with them,” you rant, letting a sigh of disappointment finish off the end of your sentence. Taehyung’s reaction immediately changes, his hand letting go of your wrist to climb onto the bed with you.

“Do you think that I don’t want to have sex with you?” He asks as his eyebrows raise for emphasis.

“I don’t know I just- OOF,” Taehyung’s arms meet the backs of your knees, pulling them out from under you so you were laying on your back. In that split second he was now hovering over you, your chest heaving for air as adrenaline begins to pump through your veins.

Taehyung’s face is brought inches from yours, his hot breath warming your cheeks before he moves his lips to your ear, “I thought you knew how hard I am for you already.”

Breath catches in your throat as Taehyung’s teeth nip your ear; arousal suddenly beginning to gush from your core. You can almost feel the smirk on his face from your stunned reaction – he enjoyed this effect he had on you.

His lips graze your jawline, peppering kisses down to your neck until he reaches the collar of your shirt. In one quick motion, his fingers slide underneath the fabric and pull it over your head. Goosebumps cover your skin as your torso is exposed to the cold air of the room. Part of you feels panicked, yea, things between you and Taehyung have gotten steamy before, but this time you knew where things were heading. As you watch his eyes devour your figure, your legs unwittingly begin to cross. The arousal flooding from your pussy was now too prominent to ignore.

Your core throbs in desire as Taehyung’s lips meet the skin of your chest. His hands roam over your sides as you roll your head back. Mind racing with dirty thoughts, all you could think about was how badly you wanted him right now. It was better to amp yourself up now than to dwell on the fears swirling in the back of your mind.

Soon Taehyung was throwing his own clothing across the room, getting back onto the bed completely nude as he rested his body over you again. You swallowed thickly, unsure what to do now that he was naked and on top of you. Your research definitely didn’t tell you anything about this.

He must have been able to sense your sudden change in demeanor as he looked down at you with cautious eyes, “Babygirl? Are you okay?”

His words snap you out of your thoughts, shaking your head as if you were physically removing your worries from your brain. “I'm just…not really sure what to do now,” you say as you break eye contact with him, wandering your eyes down his naked figure.

With a gentle kiss placed to your lips, Taehyung sits back on his heels, pulling your arms so you're sitting up in front of him. One hand reaches towards your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra. A momentary feeling of relief consumes you as the elastic releases from your body, there really was nothing like taking your bra off after a long day.

You let Taehyung finish undressing you; pulling your pants and underwear down your legs and throwing them off the bed into a messy pile on the floor. Unusually, you have no desire to cover yourself from him. The way his eyes gloss over your figure with such admiration makes you feel safe under his touch – his touch that trails from the tops of your thigh and traces the curve of your side.

“You’re sure you want to do this,” Taehyung asks one last time, one hand brushing your hair back as the other supports his body weight. You hum in response, leaning up to peck his lips gently. He blushes in response, rocking back onto his knees. Tilting your head, you watch his long fingers wrap around his hardening member. You watch in awe as it grows with each pump of his wrist, the silver bracelet adorning his wrist swaying with each movement.

Next he’s pushing your knees up so your feet are placed flat on the mattress. The cool air washes over your dripping core sending shivers through your body. And just like that, Taehyung’s lips are moving south and his tongue is diving into your soaking depths. Involuntarily your hips buck towards him, unable to control your own actions from the pleasure his mouth is bringing you. Taehyung’s thumb soon meets your clit, circling the bundle of nerves gently as his tongue presses flat along your slit.

A moan escapes your lips as you try to find some kind of words of praise to give Taehyung. All you can think about is how good his mouth feels on you; you have no idea how people could manage to form functional thoughts during things like this. If this was just the warm up, how the hell were you supposed to handle the main event?

You let out an airy gasp as his fingers move down to your entrance, circling the hole before dipping just one inside. Unable to resist, your hips jump up towards him as your mouth releases a loud moan. A hand flies up to cover your mouth, shocked at your own body’s response to his touch.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he smirks as his finger pushes into you slowly. Your walls swallow his finger deliciously, adjusting to the new sensation well. Once he notices how comfortable you are, he adds in another finger. You tense up at the added pressure, taking a moment to adjust to the greater size. The mild discomfort quickly disappears as his lips press soft kisses to the inside of your thigh.

Your hips jut forward as his fingers begin to separate, stretching your walls as his fingers move in scissor-like motions inside of you. His other hand is placed on your lower stomach as his lips still trail up and down your thigh, leaving behind a path of residual saliva that catches in the cold air. He does his best to comfort you as his hand gently rubs under your navel, his fingers quickening in pace and spreading further apart to prepare you for the size of his cock.

As your hand reaches down to rake through his curly black locks he picks up his head to meet eyes with you. The satisfaction from the way you take his fingers is written all over his face, as well as some remaining arousal by yours truly. You’ve never seen this expression before – his eyes so dark and filled with desire like they could swallow you whole.

Your stomach churned with anticipation as his fingers reached new depths inside of you. All prior pain was morphed sweetly into pleasure, all things Taehyung was doing was meeting all your current desires but one. “Tae,” you breathe out, a moan-like sound following his name. It was a way to get his attention, not a cry of pleasure. He narrows his eyes in response, his eyes still locked on your expression as he waits for you to continue.

“I’m ready.”

Again, Taehyung is rocking back onto his heels before leaving one last kiss to your clit. His fingers return back to their place on his cock, looking so pretty and delicate wrapped around his fully hardened member.

Slowly, the tip of his cock is being pressed against your entrance. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. Was it nerves or excitement – or maybe a little bit of both? Taehyung surveys your expression before making any movement, looking for any signs of doubt written on your face. All that you give him is another reassuring nod, reaching your hand out for his to hold before he guides himself inside you.

And then it was time for what you had been waiting for all along.

Taehyung pushes into you slowly, your velvet walls wrapping around his hardened member. A muffled grunt leaves his lips as he tries to refrain from screaming in satisfaction. Your tight walls squeezed his cock so nicely, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

“Feels so good babygirl,” he moans as he begins to pull backward slowly, “so fucking tight.”

You keen at his praise, almost making you forget about the discomfort and pressure you were feeling in your lower half. Tears prick the sides of your eyes as you squeeze them shut, desperate to hide it from him. So badly you wanted to get over the pain and push through to the pleasurable parts.

Though your expression doesn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung, who had been studying every inch of your body since this part of the night had begun. Quickly he leans forward, placing a kiss to your forehead, nose, and then your lips before tilting his head to your ear.

“You’re doing great, babygirl,” He whispers, the sensation of his smooth deep voice igniting a fire through your body as his cock plunges back into you slowly. Your velvety walls welcome him once again, this time the stretch more bearable than the last. His size was immaculate, you were sure it was probably a lot even for girls more experienced than you, and he was proud of you for taking it like a fucking champ!!

With a few more slow thrusts, the uncomfortable stretch was no longer as noticeable. Taehyung’s fingers roamed your body as distraction to the pain, finding other areas to pleasure you to awaken your senses. One digit finds its way to your mouth, dragging it down your bottom lip to coat it in saliva before dragging it down your body. The same digit finds your nipple, rolling the perky bud between his fingers before his mouth takes their place.

His tongue washes over your sensitive bud greedily. At this point you're riding so high on lust that all you can feel is bliss. His cock glides in and out of you so effortlessly – like you were made just for him. He doesn’t let that go unnoticed either. Words of praise leave his lips in the form of mumbles, only amplifying the sense of your arousal. You begin grinding down onto him, the slow thrusts he was putting forth were no longer enough to satisfy your need.

“So good for me,” he groans as his thrusts begin to deepen once he recognizes your movements. His tip hits new territory in you that hadn’t been touched before, leaving you screaming his name into his neck. You didn’t know how you had gone so long without this, and you were unsure if you’d ever be able to again.

Now you knew what everyone was talking about. That much desired knot was growing and growing, begging to be tugged and snapped to lead you to your end.

Sweat gathers on Tae’s brow as he bucks his hips harder into yours, the pace of his thrusts quickening as his arms rest on either side of your head. Your hand brushes back his hair to read his face. His eyes are closed and his face is scrunched, he’s focused on his movements as beads of sweat drip down the sides of his face. He’s stunning. Seeing him so fucked out was almost breath-taking, if you breath hadn’t already been stolen by his lingering kisses and steady momentum.

Before you had any time to catch a break he was moving upwards, straightening his back and driving his hips into yours, chasing his high. Extending your neck back, you let out a muted cry – the force of his tip against a sensitive spot inside you beginning to push you over the edge.

The band in your stomach snaps as you chase your release, screaming Taehyung’s name as your back arches off the mattress. It was unlike anything you had felt before; your body felt numb yet so sensitive all at once. Pussy throbbing sporadically around Taehyung’s cock, he couldn’t hold on any longer either.

With just a few more thrusts he was coming undone inside you. The white, hot spurts of cum coated your walls, making you feel so unbelievably full. You had never felt closer to Taehyung as you had in the moment his body collapsed on top of yours, holding you close as you came down from your highs.

“You know I love you, right?” He mumbles into your neck between kisses. A smile spreads across your face as you let out a dreamy sigh, satisfied with the night and the beautiful man you were lying beneath.

‘Dreamy’ is copyright 2020 @yolokoo, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[yuthoe]

Heyooo request number 2 is from the Kiss Promts list; a hoarse whisper “kiss me” for Leedo bc his voice ends me😳👀

LITERALLY WOULD NOT LEAVE MY HEAD UNTIL I WROTE IT, SO HERE U ARE! thank you so much for sending these in! i’ve wanted to write something for leedo for a while now, and this was the perfect prompt yo

i mean, this isn’t my best, but it was so easy to write lol, it’s the bias effect

PAIRING: LEEDO x reader. GENRE: fluff, oneshot, drabble. WARNINGS: n/a. WORD COUNT: 1,108.

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Long Awaited

Hey, babe

Sorry about this, but can we reschedule?

I know we’ve already rescheduled this date twice, but our manager just got a call for another guesting on that day

It’s for comeback promos, so i can’t not go

:((

I’m sorry

The string of messages pop up one by one. Your heart sinks as you read them over, resigning to once again postponing your long awaited date. There’s no helping it anyway—you’ve been busy with promotions for your comeback the past month, and Geonhak is in the middle of pre-recording for variety show gigs in preparation for ONEUS’s comeback. When you first got together, you knew very well what you were getting into—weeks without seeing each other, being too tired from practice to even send the other a message, missed celebrations because of individual schedules… 

Back then, you both thought that just sticking it out would get your through, especially with both of you being busy with your respective debuts—there was no moment to breathe, let alone miss each other. But now…

Now you have more free time between comebacks, even if it’s just a day or a few hours. You have much more time to rest and be idle and think about how much you miss Geonhak, his deep voice and soft hands and cute laugh.

You sigh, fingers hovering over the keypad to type.

It’s oka—erase, erase, erase.

It’s no problem, babe, we can just—erase, erase, erase.

I miss you

You groan and flop back onto the pillows. You haven’t struggled with replying to Geonhak since the flirting phase of your relationship, but you’re just stuck on what to say. How do you tell him to not be sorry without hiding how you feel about the situation, but also showing you’re okay, but you’re not okay?

The thoughts run in circles through your head as you attempt to think of a reply. After a minute or two of nothing, you decide to get water. Maybe hydrating will help you finally think of something to say.

You down a glass of water before frantic knocking erupts at your door. The sound startles you, almost making you drop the glass. The knocking stops and you stay where you are, waiting for whoever is outside the door to leave.

But the knocking starts up again and you tiptoe to the door to peek through the peephole; you’re not going to just open the door for someone this late at night without making sure you know them first.

Geonhak’s side profile floods your vision, distorted from the fisheye lens of the peephole, and you open the door immediately. His head whips towards you.

“Geonhak,” you say as he steps inside, crowding you at the entryway and closing the door behind him. Your face is flushed, flustered at your boyfriend’s sudden visit. “What are you doing here? It’s late, aren’t you supposed to be—,”

You’re cut off by Geonhak cupping your face with his big hands and saying in a hoarse whisper, “Kiss me.”

There’s no time to react before he crushes his lips to yours. Your hands go to his black hair, tangling in the silky locks on instinct. One of his hands wind around your waist to press you closer to him and you moan. Geonhak takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore, hungry for your taste.

He can’t remember the last time he kissed you like this, and now that he’s got you in his arms again, he can’t fathom how he went so long without you. Geonhak backs you into the nearest wall, trails the hand on your waist down to your hip, your thigh, hooks underneath your knee to hike your leg up and around his waist.

You squeak and he smiles into the kiss. He’s missed the sounds you make.

“Ah, wait—Geonhak,” you say, pushing at his strong chest until you separate. “Not that I’m not happy seeing you right now, but… What are you doing here?”

The look you’re giving him makes him want to sink to his knees and show you how much he loves you. But he only snuck out of the dorms and he doesn’t have much time before the other guys come looking for him. Plus, he has an early morning tomorrow, and knows you have a schedule, too.

So he settles for resting his forehead on yours. “You said you missed me,” he says quietly, deep voice making goosebumps rise on your arms. “And I missed you, too, so I snuck out.” He carefully lets your leg down and places both hands on your hips, rubbing circles through the thin fabric of your sweatpants.

You’re wracking your brain, trying to remember when you explicitly said you missed him. The last text you sent him was…

The bulb lights up in your head, your mouth gaping open when you realize you must have accidentally sent that “I miss you” from earlier.

You relax in Geonhak’s steady hold, run your hands up his shoulders to clasp at his neck, lean in to land a soft kiss to his plush lips. “You have to go soon, right?” you murmur, playing with the short hairs on the nape of his neck.

“Mhm,” he simply says. “Don’t wanna, though.”

The smile that spreads across your face is inevitable. “It’s okay. There’ll be other days, babe.” You cup his cheek to look at him properly. Smooth your thumb over his cheekbone. “Why don’t you have a drink before you go? I have some of that good coffee you like.”

You feel a flush in your cheeks when he smiles at you, so handsome it’s unreal sometimes. Even bare-faced and unruly hair, dressed in worn-out shirts and sweatpants, Geonhak is beautiful.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he whispers, sending a shudder down your spine.

You talk as you make coffee, catch up on what’s kept both of you busy as you sip your beverages. Seoho calls you after an hour asking about his groupmate, and you assure him he’s on his way back.

You idle by the door, and neither of you want him to leave. Short and sweet kisses are exchanged, along with promises to reschedule that date for another weekend. You watch as he walks off and turns the corner towards the stairs, and you think,

It’s moments like these, quiet and stolen, that make you grateful for all the time you spend apart. Sometimes you miss him so much that you get agitated and anxious—but all those nerves disappear when you finally see him, touch him, hold him again.

Guess absence does make the heart grow fonder after all.

[at1stsoo]

Recap of last year’s fics

It’s time to reflect on last year, which was my second calendar year for writing but my first full year, so here’s a fic meme rundown on my stories from 2017. (Fic links here will be for AFF, but I’ll link my ao3 account at the end for anyone who prefers that platform.)

Total stories published: *This depends on whether you’re looking on AFF or ao3. It’s 9 on AFF (where Orbiting Bodies is all together), 14 on ao3. And then I did 5 drabbles that were just on Twitter/Tumblr if those count?

Total Word Count: ~125k

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? Definitely more. I had embraced the idea of continuing to write for 2017, but I thought it’d be here and there, not so continuously?

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? All Kaisoo still, but I did write Xiuchen almost as equally in Sometimes, Legends Lie. I actually almost listed them as the primary pairing, haha, just to throw people off my trail in the Mythology fest, but the heart of the story is more Kaisoo (even if Xiuchen got equal ‘screen’ time). I’ve written Chanbaek as a side pairing, but that’s not new.

New genre: I’m out here writing mythology with world building requirements? Soulmate au? Action/Adventure? Basically anything that’s not slice of life, I’m still surprised I did it. What’s your own favorite story of the year? I think… I have to give the nod to Signal Lost (& Found). But I’m really proud of how I ventured out with Campaigning for Your Heart at the start of 2017, so I’ll mention that one, too. Did you take any writing risks this year? Lots? I hadn’t written much humor (a little near the end of Waxing & Waning), so Campaigning was a risk. Uhhhh also all the smut. Which I hadn’t tried wholeheartedly until Campaigning.

Runner up: Of Keepsakes and Kisses, but it got a lot of love during the Best Days of Our Lives fest on LJ. The most fun story to write: What the Nightingale Spies. It ended up being longer in the middle chapters than I’d planned bc I was having fun writing the flirting and the missions. And the reception has been great - I love laughing with you guys in the comments. The story with the single sexiest moment: Ch 12 of Orbiting Bodies (Jongin’s New Favorite Song) - the bathroom scene OR Campaigning for Your Heart - Soo using his fancy tie on Nini The most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: Uh… the epilogue of For Me, You’ll Always Be 18 was written right after New Year’s last year, so… yeah, that. The story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: Signal Lost (& Found). I didn’t know Kyungsoo’s character super well when I first outlined the story, since I was focused on Jongin’s POV and his journey. I kinda kept Nini’s mindset a lot in the beginning of writing that story, to try and capture his fears and doubts faithfully before letting myself 'learn/see’ Kyungsoo more clearly once they were ready to meet. The hardest story to write: What the Nightingale Spies. It was supposed to be my easy going, no stress writing project amid the fests. Ha. HA. But I’m very proud of what I’ve managed to do with it. The biggest disappointment: I don’t know that I have one? Maybe not spending as much time on my Orbiting Bodies chs as I 'should’ sometimes. I prioritize speed to churn those out in the moment when something Kaisoo happens, so I know the quality often isn’t there in the same way as much of my other writing. (But it’s really fun to fangirl with you all right as stuff happens!) The biggest surprise: That I’m even closer with my squad (that I met here on AFF thru reading/writing) than I was last year. That Indi is my fic wife and I get to beta just about everything of hers and she’s there for me, too, whenever I need her? How did I get so LUCKY?!? The most unintentionally telling story: Uh… What the Nightingale Spies is a pretty big ode to Kyungsoo’s voice, which I love. Favorite Opening Line(s): “Ayyyy, who left a sock in the fridge?” Chen whines.

“LEFT a sock in the fridge? Don’t you mean who put a sock in the fridge? Don’t normalize it. Since when is the office refrigerator an appropriate place to store hosiery?” Wendy asks between bites of her muffin. - What the Nightingale Spies

Favorite Closing Line(s): I’m gonna be insufferable here and say I love just about all my closing lines. It’s something I actually spend a fair amount of time on.

Top favorites: Signal Lost (& Found), Sometimes Legends Lie, and Ch 8 of Orb Bodies (The Space Between Right & Wrong). The first two are major spoilers to the fics, so here’s the ending of the OB chapter (Soo’s sad poem in the shape of a broken heart)-

Unhealthy, maybe But I can’t help believe.

In another place, In another time, You’d still Be Mine.

Favorite 5 Lines from Anywhere:

I can’t do this properly bc I hate potentially spoiling anything; here’s a half-assed attempt:

““Why on earth would I miss having my eyes assaulted by routinely bad dye jobs and socialist propaganda?” Kyungsoo retorts while calmly packing up all his things into his Fendi bag, taking longer than normal to gather up his myriad of note-taking materials. Is he lingering? He’s not lingering. Why would he linger.” - Campaigning for Your Heart

“Long ago they might have tried brushing off each other’s compliments with a self-effacing, ‘No I’m not,’ but they’ve grown comfortable over the years in accepting those sincere endearments. The beauty of a love fully bloomed, where fear of seeming immodest or worrying the other is only pandering has long since faded away.” - Of Keepsakes and Kisses

““Settle down, drama llama. Maybe you’re just taking my advice to calm your tits too seriously, and while you would’ve bent over for any dick yesterday, you’re limp for even Gong Yoo today.” - Signal Lost (& Found) [my real fave lines from this fic are in the final scene]

"A thrill runs through Kai’s body. “Oh. Well that’s, um, that’s good,” he says tentatively, not wanting the eagerness to burst out like a fucking Bat-Signal in the night sky.” - What the Nightingale Spies

“I’ve choked guys out with my thighs before.” Great, that’s an image Jongin will never get out of his head. Might as well chisel it on his bedroom ceiling - it’s all he’s going to see when he tries to sleep tonight, he just knows it. - What the Nightingale Spies

Top 5 Scenes from Anywhere You Would Choose to Have Illustrated: 1. Jongin standing in the art gallery in Signal Lost (& Found)

2. The moment Kaisoo meet in What the Nightingale Spies

3. Kyungsoo and Jongdae’s conversation in Tartarus in Sometimes, Legends Lie

4. The pamphlets falling around Kaisoo when they kiss in Campaigning for Your Heart

5. Kaisoo standing together, holding hands and watching the sunset on the back of Soo’s yacht in Sail Away With Me Fic-writing goals for 2018:

Hmmm, trying a new genre like either fantasy/mama AU or wolf AU. Finishing the epilogues I promised for my fest fics.

Thank yous:

To everyone who’s become a friend, a reader, or a commenter. You guys are awesome and a MAJOR reason why I’m still writing and writing a lot. <3 Here’s my ao3 account with works sorted by popularity in case you want to check out any of the ones I mentioned in this recap.

[roseylaces]

you should write #33 with hana :3

*hana and another oc of ur choice lol i forgot to add that part

omg thank you tay!!! this was actually lots of fun bc i got to explore a relationship that i havent worked on much!!~

33. “Please don’t do this.”

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabbleprompt list can be found here!~

A burning cold settled over Kaito as adeep-set fever created a delirium of the senses. His whole body trembled, evenin sleep, and the wet towel on his forehead had warmed and lost itseffectiveness.

It was a hot day, even for the middle ofsummer.

A girl sat by his side, and silently tookthe towel to place it in a bucket of chilled water next to her. Her face wasstern, yet soft, as she watched over the sleeping boy from the side of the bedin the school’s infirmary.

Who would have imagined that it would beHana, of all people, that would end up looking after Kaito after he pushedhimself too hard?

She felt, to some extent, uncomfortablesitting next to him, knowing that it should have been someone else in herposition, and she shifted slightly on the edge of the mattress.

Yet a small part of her was content. Afterall, she and Kaito were very alike. They understood each other.

She was sure Kiyomi would not mind.

Beginning to place the towel back on hishead, Hana sighed. It was difficult to not feel guilty. After all, Kiyomi wouldhave reveled in the chance to change a wet towel for Kaito much more than shewould. It was in Kiyomi’s nature to be nurturing and doting, and Hana could notfeel the same level of dedication.

Just as she had these thoughts, the girl’sarm was clasped by a gentle grip. Hana peered down to see the soft, feverishgaze of Kaito, his metallic irises looking not at her, but through her. He wastoo febrile to make any coherency out of his current situation.

Yet Hana froze.

The touch on her arm was solid andpurposeful. It was a gesture Kaito would not usually show her under normalcircumstances.

It made her think that he was not seeingher, but someone else.

Long, glistening, dark hair. This was aprominent feature that both Hana and Kiyomi shared. The way that Kaito’s eyesrelaxed upon Hana’s form, the way it travelled along her body. He looked at herand she knew he was mistaken.

Hana was not Kiyomi, but in his ill state,Kaito thought she was.

“Shimizu-san…” Kaito whispered, not fullythere. Hana suspected that he was half way between reality and a fevered dream,and she shifted her eyes uneasily away from him.

She could not do this.

Hana attempted to stand up, to remove herarm from his clasp, yet it only tightened around her wrist, pulling her towardshim. The tips of her hair brushed against his cheek.

“Shimizu-san.” He repeated, this time lockingdirectly onto her eyes with startling clarity.

“I-I’m not…” Hana attempted, trying totell him that she was not who he thought she was, yet for some reason, hervoice got stuck in her throat. She wondered whether it would be easier to justpat his face so he would snap out of it, but one hand was occupied with the wettowel, and the other was out of her control.

So, it was with some sort of unusualcuriosity that Hana wondered what Kaito would tell her if he thought she wasKiyomi.

“I… I think I like you, Shimizu-san.” Kaitomurmured, a small smirk lining his features. He pulled Hana’s arm back behind himon the bed, bringing her closer, “I wonder if you feel the same way.”

Hana dropped the towel back into the bucketwith the movement, and found herself almost touching noses with Kaito.

In any other circumstance, if Kaito haddone such a thing to her, Hana would have punched him. Yet she could not blamehim for thinking she was someone else if she did not correct him. She could notblame him for becoming delirious with the onset of a fever.

She could only blame herself for being inthis situation, yet she could not even do that.

Her hair encased the two of them in strandsof navy, and suddenly Hana had a very bad feeling about what was happening.

Kaito was lifting his head off the pillow.His eyes were closing.

He was trying to kiss her.

“Takahashi-kun. Stop.” Hana warned him, holding her breath, “Please, don’t do this…”

This was not meant for her.

Suddenly, Hana remembered that the handthat was holding the towel was now free, and she quickly and silently slippedit between her and Kaito before his lips pressed into her palm.

A moment of sustained tension filled theair, before it died as Kaito’s head rested back against the pillow.

Hana pulled away and sighed in relief, decidedingthat it was time to set things straight.

Keeping her hand on his mouth, Hana wasable to tug her other arm away and reach for the towel that was now floating inthe bucket. Pulling it out of the water, she smirked.

This would do the trick.

Without even removing the excess water, sheslapped the towel over Kaito’s face. Water trickled down his face and neck, andsuddenly he shot up from the bed in shock. Removing the towel from hisforehead, Kaito stared at Hana in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“Nakamura-san?” he enquired, “Where am I?And what’re you doing here?”

“You fainted from a fever. I was theclosest to the infirmary, so I helped look after you until you woke up.”

“Man, really? I must’ve gotten overheatedor something…” Kaito mumbled, ruffling the back of his hair sheepishly. “Thanks.”He added, seemingly unaware of what he had just attempted to do, or what he hadsaid to Hana, thinking it was Kiyomi.

Reaching over and putting the towel back inthe bucket, he peered at Hana, as realization flourished on his face.

She stared back, wondering what was goingthrough his mind.

“You said I have a fever, yeah?” he asked,a hint of caution lining his voice.

“Yeah…” Hana replied skeptically, unsure asto where the conversation was going.

“Well…” The tips of his ears turned pink,and he avoided her gaze, “I had this strange dream that I told Shimizu-sansomething, and I just wanted to make sure it was just a dream. She didn’t sayanything to you about something I said, did she?” He knew that if he had toldKiyomi something, Hana would be the first to hear of it.

“You weren’t out of it for that long.” Hana stated practically, “Shedoesn’t even know you have a fever.”

“Oh, good.” He laughed nervously, “I’m gladit was just a dream…”

Hana smiled slyly to herself, and thought, ‘Well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.’,before getting up and turning back towards the corridor.

“In that case, then, if you’re feeling better now, I’mgonna go find Kiyomi and Natsuko.”

“Sure. I’ll see you around, Nakamura-san.”

“Of course.” she smiled sweetly at him andadded, “And don’t worry – your secret’s safe with me.” before stepping out ofthe infirmary.

Kaito did not get the chance to ask herexactly what his ‘secret’ was, but from the look in her eye, he had a badfeeling he had done something to give Hana an advantage over him.

He sighed regrettably, and laid back downon the bed.

Giving Hana an advantage over you was adangerous game to play.