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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years

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Chapter 10: Sex Until Marriage

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Kita knocks on your door then slides it open. He has his own blanket and pillow in his grip. His hair is already a little messed up, adding extra cute points to his look. Your heart is beating way too fast just from seeing him. It’s like a bomb about to explode. ‘The honeymoon phase sucks. I hate this.’ You cry to yourself as your feelings and emotions become overwhelming.

“Can I sleep at this side?” Kita pats the space beside you. You don’t answer him verbally, instead you scoot closer to the wall, words unable to come out of your mouth. Kita notices your strange behavior so he chuckles. “You have become all flustered and shy now that we’re dating. You’re so cute.”

Kita turns the lights off before lying down beside you. Your bed is only a full sized one so you have no choice but to be close to each other. Instinctively, you place an arm over his waist, snuggling your face to his chest. His steady breathing calming you down.

You feel at home with him by your side.

A few minutes later, you hear soft snores coming from Shinsuke. You push yourself up to look at his face. “You must have been really tired...” You whispered, as you take in his features. Your finger traces the bridge of his face, then follow the lines of lips. You can’t help but smile. You finally have the man you longed for.

Kita is incomparable to any person you’ve dated. He isn’t the tall rich handsome guy you’ve dreamed of, but’s he’s definitely a man you know you need. He’s not someone just for fun. He’s for the long run. He did date someone for 7 years. Of course he’s someone who seriously dates. You’ve never tried doing that, but you’re sure Kita will last longer than you possibly you think you can handle. You don’t even mind marrying him.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your finger, that you forgot about is still on Kita’s lip, gets sucked in his mouth. You gasp, when he gives it a lick. Pulling your finger out, you stare at Kita in shock. You can’t see him clearly due to the darkness of the room, but you can tell that’s still awake.

“What did you do that for?” You pout, wiping your finger on his shirt.

“I was waiting for you to kiss me but you seemed too busy thinking about something,” he reasons. You smile at his explanation and lean down to capture his lips with yours. It’s a short kiss since you know you can’t stop yourself if you do it any longer.

Kita detects the hesitance in your kiss so he puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes you back down. Your lips crash once more, this time, Kita taking the lead. You graze your tongue over his lower lip so parts his lips a little. Just when you thought he gave you permission, he beats you to it and devours your mouth first, his tongue exploring the insides of your mouth. You moan from the sudden dominance, your hand gripping on his shoulder.

Kita’s other hand travel to the back of your thigh, then brings it to the other side of his leg. You tower over him, his body in between your legs. Both of his hands are now on the back of thighs, supporting you as you two continue to make out like there’s no tomorrow.

The grey haired man is aware of how much he has wanted to touch you but he’s never realized how hungry he is for you. If he knows that you’re just as famish, he’d pin you down and take all of you. But either way, he can’t do it because he doesn’t want to rush things between the two of you.

Out of breath, you pull away. You are about to sit on his crotch area, but Kita stops you using his hands that are on your thighs. You give him a thumbs up out of nowhere so gets confused. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. I understand if you don’t want to have sex until marriage. I won’t pressure you on anything.”

Kita literally stops functioning from your words. He doesn’t know how to react it. He didn’t expect you to jump into conclusions and be so confident about it. After the long awkward silence, Kita finally speaks. “Do you really think I’m a virgin?”

“You’re not?” You stutter and Kita just shakes his head to answer your question. You fall on your face, placing your head on the pillow just beside his head. “I’m so sorry for assuming! You just seemed like the type. This is so embarrassing.”

Kita chuckles. “Look at me.” You hesitantly oblige, Kita sitting you on his stomach. “Every moment with you is special and all, but I want our first time to be more special. I want us to spend our time in a wholesome manner first. I don’t want to rush things. So when the time comes, it can be an experience we both can’t forget. Because I lo- I mean you’re a very special person to me so I want to make sure I give you the best.”

Kita’s explanation makes you forget about the embarrassing words you just spit out moments ago. You nod at him before giving him another chaste kiss on his lips. He intertwines his fingers with yours before allowing you to lay your body on top of his.

‘I almost said I love you.’ Kita face palms. He looks down to his chest and sees that you’re comfortably asleep. A smile creeps on his lips. ‘Do I?’

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Notes: Sadly, it’s a short chapter, and also no facts today because I’m studying for my Chemistry exams huhuhuhu I’ll make up for the next chapter

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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The Fun in Funeral {Hu Tao and Zhongli}

A/N: Did i completely take advantage of this prompt to make a super bad title? yes, yes I did. Hu Tao is so much fun to write, she’s one of my faves now and oughh it was just so cool to write for her again! Hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: Hu Tao has been on a mission recently, and that is to finally get Zhongli to react to her antics. When she tries one of her freshly baked pranks on him, will she finally get that reaction she’s been looking for?

Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut)

Hu Tao hummed as she strolled through the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. She had just wrapped up with a service, one that Zhongli had completely arranged for her, and she was on her way to thank him for making it easy on her. Rather, that was her guise.

In truth, she just wanted to mess with the older man. He was easy to tease and play pranks on because of his gullibility, though he never had much of a reaction. That was the one thing that always bugged Hu Tao and further encouraged her, was his lack of… anything.

No surprised yelp, no being slightly upset, nothing. He would shrug his shoulders and move on with his day whenever she messed with him, and it only made her more fired up to get him to finally break and show something other than a mild bother.

So that was her mission today, to get Zhongli to express himself a bit more with her pranks, and she had more than a few up her sleeve.

“Mr. Zhongli~!” She called, opening the door to his office as he sat at his desk, drinking tea. He looked up at her and nodded towards her.

“Good afternoon, Hu Tao.”

“What’s with that bland response?” She teased, trotting over and sitting on his desk. He grimaced slightly at the sight of Hu Tao sitting right next to his tea set, but otherwise had no reaction. Hu Tao frowned.

She stretched her arms and leaned back across his desk, looking up at him as she grinned, kicking her legs gently as she knocked over some of his papers, the thin sheets fluttering to the ground as she sighed, making herself comfortable.

Zhongli stared at her, looking away to take one more sip of his tea before he stood up, leaning down to pick up the scattered paperwork. Hu Tao pouted now, sitting up and glancing at Zhongli’s tea set. She grinned, pulling out a previously prepared packet of herbs she had concocted, one that she was sure would taste gross.

She dumped it into the teapot when Zhongli wasn’t looking, quickly tucking her hands behind her back as Zhongli stood up, papers in hand as he set them next to her. He sat back down and picked up the teapot, pouring himself another cup as Hu Tao held back a smirk.

He sipped the tea, pulling it away quickly to look at the teacup. He shrugged his shoulders and took another sip, easily drinking the tea. Hu Tao frowned. The herbs must have just made the tea taste better or not much different… foiled again.

She had one more trick up her sleeve, however, one that she had been waiting to try when she had exhausted all of her options. She wasn’t sure it was going to work, but knowing Zhongli, there was definitely a chance.

She hopped off the desk and walked behind Zhongli, who followed her with his gaze.

“Do you need something, Hu Tao?”

Hu Tao smiled sweetly, confusing Zhongli slightly. He sighed, figuring she was only up to more mischief and took another sip of his tea.

He nearly spit out his drink, choking slightly as he felt a poke to his side, which caught him completely off-guard. He spun his head around, coughing softly into his hand as he saw Hu Tao light up behind him, grinning menacingly from ear to ear.

“Hu Tao-” Zhongli said, his voice lowered to sound at least a bit more threatening.

But Zhongli should’ve learned by now that Hu Tao feared pretty much nothing, especially not someone who worked for her. She was a funeral director who didn’t even fear her own death, and nothing would be able to keep her from trying out any form of mischief.

“Mr. Zhongli wouldn’t happen to be…” She dragged her finger slowly up his side, making him stiffen as he tried to act as if nothing was wrong. “...ticklish?”

“You’re being absurd, Hu Tao, I’m not - don’t.” He said firmly when she poked him again. She covered her lips softly as she grinned wider, much like the cheshire cat as she stared at Zhongli.

“Ohoho~? If you’re not ticklish then why do you not want me to do… this?”

She suddenly dug both hands into Zhongli’s sides, scribbling her fingers. Zhongli crumpled forward, supporting himself with his elbow on the desk as he set his teacup down hard, turning his head again to glare at Hu Tao.

“Hu Tao - I’m… ghehe, this is very un-unprofessionahal.”

“Professionality goes out the window when it comes to pranks, you should know this by now, Mr. Ticklish,” Hu Tao teased, creeping her fingers up to Zhongli’s ribs, scratching at the lower ribs as he twisted around, reaching behind to try and grab at Hu Tao’s hands and push them off.

“I’m not - hgnn, I’m not… ticklish.”

Hu Tao giggled, digging her fingers in harder as Zhongli gasped, hunching over more as he tried to cover his ribs with his hands. Hu Tao pouted, and instead latched her hands onto Zhongli’s hips, making him freeze.

“What happens if I tickle you… here?” She asked, squeezing his hips. Zhongli lurched, a gasp escaping his lips as he managed to muffle his laughter that was threatening to break free. Hu Tao chuckled.

“Ufufu~ Looks like I found a good spot~” She quipped, watching the smile on Zhongli’s face widen as he continued to try and bite back his laugh. She kneaded his hips, digging her thumb into the bone as chuckles slowly escaped Zhongli’s lips. Hu Tao happily giggled along with Zhongli, smiling innocently.

Zhongli continued to chuckle softly and squirm, hands on Hu Tao’s as he tried to pull them off his hips. Hu Tao eventually got bored of the slow, methodical approach to her tickling, which seemed to be getting her nowhere, and decided to switch it up.

She was quickly rewarded when she changed from her slow kneading to fast paced pinching and poking. Zhongli began to laugh suddenly, louder than his previous chuckles as he shook his head, trying to cover his hips from Hu Tao’s vicious fingers.

“Hu Tahahahahao!”

“You’re laughing!” She exclaimed, now sending her wiggling fingers all over Zhongli’s torso sporadically, pinching his side here and then digging into his ribs there, all at a fast pace that was too much for Zhongli to keep up with.

Hu Tao was happy, she had finally gotten that reaction that she had yearned for. While she had had to use some… roundabout methods, she was glad she was finally getting something other than a blank stare or a mildly irritated grimace.

Zhongli’s laughter died down slightly as Hu Tao switched spots, so she decided to go back to his hips, drilling her fingers into the bone. Zhongli jerked, his laughter coming back tenfold as he struggled weakly to try and get away from Hu Tao’s odd “prank”.

“Gohohohods not there! Hu Tao, plehehease!”

“Please what? Please keep going? Sure!”

“Nohohoho!”

Hu Tao continued her work on Zhongli’s hipbones, teasing the sensitive area with her nimble fingers as she managed to draw laughter from Zhongli’s lips like nectar.

“Huhuhuhu Tao! Stohohohop!”

Hu Tao stuck out her tongue and grinned, slowing her tickling down slightly. Zhongli began to catch his breath a bit, though he was still chuckling as Hu Tao rubbed tickly circles into his hip bone.

“Ahahare you d-done?” Zhongli asked, and Hu Tao shrugged.

“I suppose so.”

She stood up, taking her hands away from Zhongli, deciding that even though it had been short he deserved a break. Zhongli huffed softly as he caught his breath, looking up at the funeral director as she looked back at him, smirking cockily.

“Your pranks are getting out of hand,” Zhongli complained, straightening his back. Hu Tao only giggled mischievously, pointing at herself.

“What pranks? You must be mistaken, I don’t prank people!” She said, sticking out her tongue playfully. Zhongli sighed, a smile still on his face from the previous tickling which made him seem much less serious than he was.

“It’s nice to see you laugh once in a while, Mr. Zhongli! You’re like a grumpy old man most of the time!”

“I’m actually over thousands of years old, so I suppose that makes sense,” Zhongli said flatly, flashing a small grin at Hu Tao, who immediately burst out laughing.

“Thousands!? Oh, Mr. Zhongli, you’re a riot! I’d love to talk more, but duty calls! Wangsheng Funeral Director Hu Tao bids you adieu!” She said, doing a small curtsey as before skipping out of the room. Zhongli chuckled softly at her, taking another sip of his tea.

Something about Hu Tao and her odd tactics and pranks amused Zhongli, and he couldn’t say he wasn’t quietly anticipating what her upcoming pranks would be.

#hu tao #zhongli #genshin impact #anon #tickle fic

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ticklystuff · 3 years

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Hiiiii~ I'm not sure if you're still accepting like the main genshin Impact team, so please ignore this if you're not ^^

But if you are hehe, my main team is Beidou, Rosaria, Kazuha & Barbara! 💕 Thank you~

send me your genshin team!

hewwo fwiend sorry this took so long i was super busy but i hope you enjoy!

who’s the most ticklish character

It’s a toss-up between Barbara and Kazuha which is so unfortunate because Rosaria and Beidou like to have competitions to see who between Barbara and Kaz is more ticklish and the results always switch between the two of them which means more competitions for Barbara and Kaz to deal with in the future lol

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t

I hate this question so much because everyone’s faves are ticklish in a perfect world lol but uhhhhh I’d say Beidou isn’t as sensitive as the rest of them but she still is! She just doesn’t fall as easily as the others

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

I feel like Beidou would be really good at convincing Barbara and Kazuha to help her gang up on Rosaria especially whenever rosaria is in a bad mood which is all the time lol but yeah rip rosaria

Oh but the ladies definitely team up on Kazuha and it’s so easy because he doesn’t really fight back out of fear of hurting one of them like Beidou and rosaria will just sit really close to him on either side of him and they’re both smirking at each other and Kazuha can see them plotting something and he gets nervous because he knows what’s coming but he can’t stop the pokes and pinched because he’s trapped between the two of them and he’s just kicking his legs and trying to squirm free while giggling and Barbara sees the three two of them having fun and figures that joining in won’t hurt anyone

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

Rosaria comes off as super perceptive and somehow knows just by looking at you and it’s really scary like she’ll be getting coffee with Beidou and she’ll be sitting next to her and rosaria just reaches over and flutters her fingers against beidou’s spine and Beidou nearly chokes on her coffee and rosaria is just smirking the whole time but Beidou definitely gets her back later

Rosaria actually gets her intel from Barbara though lmao like when Barbara is treating everyone’s wounds she just finds all the sensitive spots and one time she was making small talk with rosaria and was like “oh ms beidou had a cut by her ribs and i tried treating her wound but she made it difficult because she’s sensitive there- oh oops” and now rosaria gets Barbara to spill by threatening her with tickles huhuhuhu

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

Ok so no one would guess rosaria hands are sensitive because she always has those intimidating claw things on so no one ever gets close but ya like I said Barbara knows everyone’s spots because she’s the medic and she found out while treating rosaria’s hand and rosaria just had to wiggle her little claw fingers at Barbara to keep her mouth shut

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

Beidou can easily take Barbara and Kazuha at once and it’s so easy for her to wrap one arm around each of them and just tickle them. I feel like she can easily win a tickle fight against rosaria but rosaria plus either Kazuha or Barbara or both can take her down because rosaria is so sneaky and can take Beidou down, but overall Beidou is usually the winner of gang tickle fights

which character has a kink for tickling

Lmao rosaria is a sinner

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

Rosaria is always alone and she’s very standoffish so no one ever really got close to finding out until she met Beidou lol

I imagine the time Beidou found out, the two went out to a bar with each other and both of them can hold their alcohol pretty well but Beidou can get touchy and on the way back to wherever they’re staying Beidou is trying to find out if rosaria is ticklish and rosaria is trying her best not to make a scene in public

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

Omg rosaria and Beidou go at it all the time and it’s mostly Beidou that starts it but rosaria secretly enjoys them even if she mostly loses but she has her good moments at times

Beidou loves to start one-sided tickle fights with Kazuha all the time and if Kazuha tries to tickle back Beidou just threatens to drop him back off at inazuma so it’s always a lose-lose situation for him lmao

#kazuha #beidou #rosaria #barbara #genshin impact #tickling

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the-black-birb · 5 years

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Hi! New follower here but I love your writing, for the prompt list I would love your take on 29/30 with Kuroo! 💕💕 ty !

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I got a little carried away with this and it got really drawn out, hope you enjoy!! I could see myself writing this as a fully-fleshed out story, tell me if you’re interested :)

also for @thenerdyrebel i said I'd make it up to you with Kuroo fluff huhuhuhu

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Kuroo needs a girlfriend for a week. You’re set on making him regret asking you for a favor.

Your relationship with Kuroo was anything but serious. That was a given, considering the two of you were only dating because Yaku dared Kuroo. It was simple, really.

“I bet you can’t get a girlfriend for a full week,” he prompted, knowing Kuroo’s busy schedule between volleyball and college exams. That mixed with his awful personality and he was lucky if a girl stuck around for a conversation.

Still, Kuroo couldn’t say no to a bet, and he had just the person in mind.

“[Y/N],” he approached you one day during lunch, expression screaming mischief. You looked at him doubtfully.

“What are you planning on involving me in today, Tetsurou?” you weren’t unfamiliar with his scheming nature. Three years in the same class made the two of you more than just acquaintances, and you’d been known to do each other favors in times of need.

“Remember that time you stayed up late watching anime so I wrote your essay for you so you could sleep the next day?” he smirked at you. You nodded. “And remember how you said you owed me big time?”

You sighed. “What?”

“Yaku said I couldn’t have a girlfriend for a week,” he says bluntly. You look at him confused.

“You want me to find some poor girl that wants to date you? Hun, that’s impossible,” you dismissed, ignoring the pounding in your chest.

“No, no. That’s too risky. I want you to date me,” he grinned, looking at you like this was a fantastic idea. You fought down the heat rising to your cheeks. Date me? You thought to yourself. Date me? He wants to date me?

“Well, fake date.” Oh. The disappointment sunk in. That makes more sense.

You shook your head. It was no surprise Kuroo didn’t want to date you, but you could still get something out of this. “Buy me noodles every weekend for a lunch,” you replied, gaze unwavering.

Kuroo sighed. That was a lot. “Two weeks?”

You shook your head. “Three.”

“You’re on.”

The two of you shook on it, and you were officially “dating.”

Kuroo wasn’t getting off the hook that easily, though. If you were going to be his girlfriend, you were going to be the most obnoxious girlfriend he’d ever had. You were going to make everyone question why he would ever want to date you.

At first, you were very subtle about it. You did everything you thought a good girlfriend should do, like make him lunch and wear his team jacket. To confirm the whole thing, you made sure Yaku was watching you.

Unfortunately, you were a horrible cook and a bit of a slob.

“This is inedible,” Kuroo groaned as soon as Yaku left the room. You smiled at him deviously.

“You don’t want to eat your girlfriend’s homemade cooking,” you faked a pout. He smacked the back of your head.

“We both know you can’t cook [F/N],” he reminded you, taking out the lunch that he prepared from home. Unlike you, Kuroo had some skills in the kitchen. You were about to leave to buy lunch (because obviously you weren’t going to make yours) when he placed a second container in front of you.

Oh.

“You think I’m letting my girlfriend eat some shitty school lunch when I know she can’t cook?” Was he blushing?

You wanted to laugh at him, really, but he was being too sweet. Instead, you sat down with him and prepared to eat. Still, you couldn’t resist…

“Aww, did your mommy make it for you?” He kicked you under the table. You just laughed.

You continued to be a “good” girlfriend, shouting at him in the hallways and clinging to his arm to make it difficult for him to walk. You tried to keep your antics to a minimum; after all you couldn’t let him catch on too early.

Good girlfriends even visited their boyfriend’s volleyball practice, you determined. So you thought you should surprise them! And as your surprise you accidentally opened the clubroom while the boys were changing… you tried to help set up equipment and somehow balls were all rolling out of the gym… truly you were a disaster. Finally, Kuroo approached you.

“Don’t help with clean up,” he set stubbornly. You looked up at him with big, round eyes feigning innocence.

“Why not? You guys don’t have a manager to handle things so it’s the least I can do,” you smiled at him. He hugged through his nose.

“Nope. Don’t want my girlfriend staying up late for me. Go home and get some rest,” he demanded, walking away from you.

“You won’t even walk me home,” you whined, hoping you could get a few more hours out of fun with him. Kuroo turned to you, eyes stern.

“No.”

You didn’t argue with that.

Still, your antics continued for the next few days. You showed up to school late, you’d wear your uniform wrong, you’d talk loudly during class, whatever you could do to be obnoxious. People would be absolutely appalled that the captain of Nekoma’s renowned volleyball team was dating you.

As usual, you went to Nekoma’s practice. Today, you were holding tightly to Kuroo’s hand (“Yaku has some doubts,” he told you that morning. “We’ve got to amp it up.”). You walked into the gym and sat on the sideline, already banned from touching equipment. Truly, you didn’t mind this. The team greeted you as they entered, and you pulled out a notebook to get started on your homework.

Occasionally, you’d grab water for the team but you were so tired from being a nuisance during the day, you really didn’t have energy to interrupt practice. And, although you’d never say this if anyone asked, you got to wear Kuroo’s team jacket and watch him play. He looked so into it, he was having so much fun. You wondered how it felt.

Although previous practices you’d either been removed by Kuroo or chosen to leave when the sunset, tonight you had lost track of time. Before you knew it, the moon was high and the boys were starting to clean up.

“Hey.” Kuroo walked up to you. “You’re still here?”

You pretended you didn’t feel the heat rising to your cheeks when he noticed. You looked to your notes, as if the answer to this situation would be there. “Whoops!” you stuttered with a nervous laugh. “I guess I got distracted watching…I’ll just…go… now…” You hastily stood with your bag, getting ready to leave. The quicker you got home, the less risk there was of someone lurking in the dark.

“Wait a few minutes,” Kuroo said absentmindedly, putting away volleyballs. “I’ll walk you home.”

You wondered if he knew what his words did to your poor heart.

Patiently, you waited by the door watching as he and his team cleaned up the gym. Finally, he grabbed his bag and ushered you out the door with him.

Out of habit, his hand reached to grab yours as the two of you walked. You thought about teasing him, wondering if he needed a thumb to suck, too. But the quiet hum of crickets and the calm sky told you this wasn’t the right time.

Your hand stayed firmly in his the whole walk home.

The next day, you were back to your usual antics. Today you had a magnificent plan. You had eaten an omelet for breakfast this morning, but asked your mother to put extra onion and garlic in it. When you got to school, you made sure everyone knew.

“Hhhhhello darling,” you smiled at Kuroo. He looked like he was about to vomit.

“Did you eat a dumpster? Your breath stinks,” he wafted a hand over his face, trying to dismiss the smell. You smiled sweetly.

“Aww don’t be like that. I just hhhad some garlic. You hhhave got to try omelets with garlic, they are just delicious. Especially hhhomemade,” you trailed on, making sure to drag out all of your h’s so Kuroo got the full effect.

“Wow, look at that. Class is starting,” he turned forward in his seat, discreetly shoving a few mints your way.

To make matters worse, Lev had finally caught wind of your relationship. “You’re dating the captain?” he asked you during lunch (you stopped by to tutor occasionally). You grinned up at the first-year, ready to put your plan in place.

“Yes, he’s really dreamy.” Lev made a face that said he disagreed and it took all your willpower not to laugh. “But he hasn’t kissed me yet. I wonder if I did something wrong…”

As if on cue, Kuroo walked into the first-year classroom, lunchbox in hand. “Oh [F/N], there you are. You wanna eat?” he held up his second meal, looking at you expectantly. You turned to Lev bidding goodbye, but he had other plans.

“Captain, how can you not kiss your girlfriend?” he asked, confused look on his face. “You’re so lucky to have such a pretty girl and you won’t even treat her right…”

Kuroo glared at you, handing you the lunchbox swiftly.

“If you’re not careful, someone might steal her,” Lev teased, but the look on his face was mischievous. You wanted to laugh. He’ll only care if they steal me in the next few days, you thought.

Kuroo opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by the bell. Instead, he smirked in a way that sent chills up your smile. “See you at practice, Lev,” he threatened.

His grip on your hand as you walked back to class was tighter than usual. He looked down at you curiously, trying to figure out what you were planning. “You think I’d kiss someone whose mouth smells like cat shit?” he quips as you walk in class.

Seeing there’s no Yaku around you give your honest reply. “Don’t worry, Tetsurou, I know you wouldn’t kiss me if my mouth smelled like flowers and fairy shit,” you retorted, getting out your schoolwork. “I just want to have a little fun,” you winked.

Too busy getting ready for class, you didn’t hear his quiet protest to your statement.

Class continued as usual. You sat quietly through the day, head occasionally falling. Kuroo stifled a laugh, you looked bored to death. He wondered how much you slept last night.

Partway through English, a note slipped onto his desk. In messy handwriting is said "how much money would you give me to flip this table right here, right now, in the middle of class?" It took willpower not to start laughing right there. He scribbled back quickly "I'll add one more weekend of noodles " and passed the note back to you. He saw you smirk when you read it, and write a hurried reply.

Before the note got back to him, you were on the floor, gripping your thigh in pain, and your desk was on the ground.

Kuroo tried to ignore the fact that from this position everyone could see your striped underwear. Instead he was worried about the incredible look of pain on your face and the curse words stringing from your mouth.

After a moment, you sat up, arm still rubbing your thigh but in a far less incriminating position.

"Sorry," you said sheepishly. "Leg cramp."

The teacher opened their mouth, clearly about to give you a scolding, but Kuroo was one step ahead. He slipped the note, which he still had yet to read, into his bag, and stood up to help clean up the mess you made. He pulled you up to stand, hand gripping your arm to support you.

"I'll bring her to the nurse," he assured the teacher, rushing out of the room.

As soon as you go to the hallway, the two of you burst into laughter. "You're crazy," he assure you. "Absolutely insane."

You smiled at him brightly. "You're just jealous you didn't have the balls to do it yourself," you retorted, tripping over yourself with laughter. "You hate English, anyways."

Kuroo shook his head. "Sure but I wouldn't flash the whole class to get out of it," he said through a fit of giggles. "You're wild [F/N]."

You shrugged. "So where do you want to go now?" You inquired, wandering the halls. Kuroo looked perplexed.

"Well we're not going to the nurse's office and I doubt he's expecting us to go back to class," you smiled at Kuroo. "We've got an hour until practice. Where would you like to go?"

Kuroo felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't know what to say.

You smiled at him, and he wanted to be the only person who got to see you look like that. "I know, come with me." You grabbed his hand and started walking.

He wasn't sure how long the two of you walked for. Five minutes? Ten? Usually, silence with you was deafening. You were always trying to crack a joke or make noise. But this was comfortable. He was comfortable. Finally, the two of you arrived at a park close to Nekoma. It wasn't anything special, really, but it felt private. Like the whole world was put on pause for the two of you.

You sat on the swing, mindlessly rocking back and forth. You were staring at the ground.

"So when all of this is over," you still weren't looking at him. "Do we fake a huge breakup? I mean, the whole school knows at this point." You grinned at him. "Wouldn't want them to think you're stuck with me much longer, would you?"

Kuroo smirked. Whatever you could dish out, he could serve back. "What?" He teased. "Afraid if you stick around much longer you'll fall for me for real?"

Your laughter was music to his ears. He leaned against the swingset, watching you move back and forth slowly. "I would never," you teased back. "I'm far too sophisticated for the likes of you," you assured him, swinging back and forth.

"Right," he nodded. "Polka dot panties scream sophistication. Were they pink, too?"

Your ears turned bright red. “They were striped and blue and I didn’t expect you to look!” you retorted (although the last part was a lie, you were fairly certain everyone in the class was looking)

“Hmm,” Kuroo purred. “They were? I think I’ll have to check…” he walked towards you on the swing, hands out in front of him. You were quick to jump off and run from him, but he chased after you nonetheless.

The two of you ran around the park playfully, going up ladders and down slides and Kuroo pretended to grab at you (if he truly wanted to, you were sure he’d be able to catch up to you). Although you had always been the clumsy one out of the two of you, Kuroo had his moments as well. Soon, he was tripping over his own two feet and bring you down with him.

Somehow, you ended on the ground laughing, Kuroo’s form hovering over yours. It was close, closest you’ve been with someone since you were a little kid on a playground. But the way his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you from truly falling, and the warmth radiating from his body and his huge grin… it was worth it.

Eventually, the two of you calmed down and Kuroo stood, offering you a hand. You accepted quietly. “Back to school?” you suggested. He still had practice. Nodding in agreement, the two of you walked hand in hand back to Nekoma.

When you got to school, there was something noticeably different about the air between the two of you. Although you continued your banter, something had eased the tension. No one on Nekoma’s team was sure what exactly it was, but their captain seemed far more relaxed than he had for months.

During break, Lev walked up to you. “[L/N], has he still not kissed you?” he whispered like it was your little secret. You froze, discreetly reaching for your mints. You hoped Yaku didn’t hear him.

You thought back to the park. He hadn’t kissed you, but somehow it felt more personal than a kiss. “Don’t worry about it, Lev,” you assured him with a friendly smile. “Besides, I think you have bigger things to worry about…” Yaku was walking your way, surely to retrieve the tall first-year.

Kuroo watched the two of you talk and walked over to you. “Is he making you uncomfortable?” he asked defensively. You realized how close he was standing to you and suddenly were awfully glad you grabbed that mint.

“Nope!” you assured. “Why? Jealous?” you grinned, expecting nothing to come of it. Kuroo had to get back to practice anyways.

Instead, he swept down and planted a firm kiss on your cheek. “Just a bit,” he whispered in your ear, before turning around and heading back to practice. The warmth of his breath on your ear and his lips against your cheek lingered. For a moment, you wished this week would never end.

But practice had to end, and Kuroo walked you home like normal. It wasn’t until he was back at his own home, finishing homework, that he remembered the note placed on his desk. He went into his bag to find it and uncrumpled it to see your note, his, and then below it in familiar handwriting…

Are you asking me on a date? I accept

He groaned, throwing the note across the room and covering his face with his hands. Warmth pooled in his chest as he remembered the feeling of his hand in yours and the way you laughed running across the playground… he never wanted it to end.

Although he tossed and turned in bed kept up with thoughts of you and of tomorrow being the last day you’d be ‘fake-dating,’ he eventually fell into a dreamless slumber. After all, the only dreams he had were when he was together with you.

The next morning, you were late for school. Not late like you were later than usual, or you barely got to class, but that you walked in, interrupting the whole class. You were visibly disheveled, and dishing out apology after apology. The teacher took you into the hallway.

It was hard to make out what they were saying, but it was clear you were getting a stern talking-to. Eventually, you made it back into the classroom, awkwardly sitting in your seat and trying to avoid the noisy eyes of your classmates.

You weren’t exactly a class clown, but you were definitely someone who caught everyone’s attention. After spending the whole week drawing eyes to yourself, he wondered why now you decided to hide from it. You had nothing to hide from, he thought.

At lunchtime, he approached you like normal, with an extra lunch in hand. “So, detention?” he asked. You nodded solemnly. “Again?” It had been a while, but for a bit, you were a serial-detention-attendee. It was never really your fault, you were just late and busy and school never really clicked with you. Three years of having class together and Kuroo noticed it, too.

But you’d worked hard to improve your record, and it had been months since your last detention. Still, the slip weighed down on your desk like a metal anchor, dragging you down. You sighed defeatedly.

“Stupid me. I just had to walk my siblings to school… make sure they had lunch money… next time I just won’t show up,” you muttered to yourself. Kuroo furrowed his eyebrows. You weren’t usually one to get down, even when you had rough patches.

“C’mon it’s just some time after school. You’ll be fine,” he guaranteed you, brushing off your concerns. You nodded, smiling weakly.

“Yeah. You’re right,” you mumbled, eating your food dejectedly.

You weren’t very talkative for the rest of lunch.

Kuroo racked his mind, trying to figure out what he could do to make you feel better. He thought about offering you some noodles, but he did enough of that. A card? No, too cheesy…

Before he knew it, it was the end of the day and you were cleaning up the classroom before heading off to your dreaded detention. Kuroo stayed back to help, figuring it was the least he could do.

You’d been strangely quiet all day and Kuroo hadn’t been sure what to do. Finally, when the two of you finished up, he thought it easiest to dismiss himself. The silence between you was deafening.

“I’ll just… see you Monday then…” he trailed off, heading to leave the classroom. It was only the two of you in there.

“Wait,” you called after him. He stopped immediately, turning to face you. Your head was to your chest, staring at your shoes, and your hand awkwardly scratched the back of your head. You spoke quietly, but he listened closely to make out your words. “Could you… I know you don’t have volleyball today but could you maybe… could you wait for me?” You breathed in deeply.

“I can’t let my mom find out I got detention, she’s been so happy lately and if she finds out she’ll… she’ll…” Tears threatened to pour from your eyes. Kuroo didn’t say much, but he could see the stress weighing down on your shoulders.

“C’ mere,” he motioned. You moved towards him slightly, and when you were within arms reach, he tugged at your wrists to pull you into a warm embrace. “It’s okay,” he whispered to you. One arm circled around your waist to secure yourself to him, while the other drew circles soothingly into your back. “You’re going to be okay,” he promised. When he spoke, you actually started to believe it.

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his neck, sobbing quietly. “It’ll be alright,” he promised, kissing your forehead. For a while, the world stopped and you just relished in the comfort of being completely honest and safe in his arms.

Eventually, Kuroo pulled away but kept his forehead pressed to yours. “Hey,” he whispered.

“I got your shirt all wet,” you apologize through tears. His hand moved to wipe at your cheek and he smiled.

“No worries, I looked better without it anyway,” he teased. You laughed tiredly. “I’ll wait for you, and then we can walk home together. We’ll tell your mother we went out on a date, okay?” He owed you at least four.

You nodded, too tired to argue, and wiped away the tears on your cheeks. “Right. I’ll see you at the gate?” Kuroo smiled at you.

“I’ll be waiting.”

True to his word, he was there when you got out of attention. You were started to look more like yourself again, with color in your cheeks and light in your eyes. Still, there was something sad about your demeanor.

You didn’t greet him, and he didn’t greet you, but the two of you fell into step with one another without question. You were simply meant to be side by side at that moment.

“So… the week is up,” you reminded him with a sad smile. Kuroo felt a weight rest on your shoulders. You were right… a week had passed and there was really no reason for the two of you to “date” any longer. But…

“What do you want to do?” he asked you. You were the one who was in a tough spot, and he didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability. He just wanted to see you happy.

You breathed in sharply. You seemed nervous for some reason, and Kuroo prayed silently that he hadn’t been putting pressure on you. “I’ve been thinking actually. About that day at the park.” You turned to face him. He stopped, giving you time to speak.

“I have a confession. Don’t laugh at me?” you asked anxiously. Kuroo grinned at you.

“I’ll always laugh at you,” he promised and you punched his arm playfully. “All right, all right! No laughter from me, not a peep.” He hoped his face didn’t look too hopeful.

“I know I said I wouldn’t, but I think I fell for you for real. Like, really, totally badly,” you admitted, eyes tracing the ground. “And I get that you did this as a joke, and I’m sure you asked me because I’m the one person who you’d never end up dating but I wanted to be honest with you.” Kuroo felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. You looked cute rambling. “And you don’t even have to respond! Or walk me home! We can stage a breakup, or just tell everyone it didn’t work out or-”

There was something warm against your lips.

Kuroo’s lips were against your lips. He pulled away, stupid grin still clear on his soft, cherry-flavored lips.

“Why would I break up with someone I’m head over heels for?”

#kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo imagine #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fluff

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currywaifu · 4 years

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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟔𝟔𝟔 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: july 01, 2020 [10:12 pm]… yes I delayed making this for nearly two weeks

𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨: the filo discord (actually I have a feeling they’ll be the only ones to get a full grasp of… this), especially eri @tsum-uwu-gi , manfuck-chan neko @mankai-fuckhouse, and taku @takumipineapplexd - the birth of this is 75% your faults. also mentioning rui and sel from twt, their edits inspired me uwu

𝐰𝐜: 900+ words of pure dumb and cursed

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: yes, this is cursed. this could have been more cursed, but i literally couldn’t muster up the will to write anything more TT

You initially hated it— your parents dragging you to a farm over the summer to help out some family friend of theirs you’d only ever heard of in passing conversations during the drawl of dinner time. You were an adult now, if they wanted to visit their friend so badly why can’t they go by themselves?

But they had pleaded with you, statements like “it’s just two weeks, surely you can spend that much time with us?” and “ever since you graduated uni you’ve been so busy,” made it hard for you to refuse.

“Takato Farm, huh…” you murmured to yourself as you read the wooden entrance sign, before quickly catching up with your parents as you greeted who you presumed to be the owners.

You did your job well, playing the role of the good and caring child in front of them, polite pleasantries exchanging between you and the chatty woman before she piped up with, “aren’t you about the same age as our son? Ah, where is that boy? We told him we’d have guests arriving…”

“He’s probably by the eggplants right now,” her husband chimed in.

Beside you, your mother’s smile suddenly stretched tenfold. Uh oh. You knew that smile, she always made that exact expression when—

“Fufufu~ dear, why don’t you go look for him and introduce yourself! Surely you can’t get lost in a farm, right?”

The other woman mirrored your mother’s expression, clapping her hands together in delight.

“Well, that settles it! I’m sure you two would get along well~”

As you trudged your way towards wherever this mystery man was you could still hear the faint but scheming cackles of the two women.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings at all— too distracted by the heat, your choice of footwear, what your mother clearly wanted to be a match-up to make up for your life of singleness.

Seriously, who knew what this guy was even like? And why was it taking so long for you to find him? Like, just how big was this fucking farm—

You felt your feet come into contact with metal, and before you could fully register what was happening you couldn’t save yourself from tripping over a tool left unattended on the ground…

but somebody else would.

A strong grip on your shoulders held you back from falling forwards, your back meeting with someone’s chest.

“Are you okay?” tilting your head upwards, your eyes met with purple looking down at you. Holy shit, why didn’t anyone warn you that he was attractive?

Your time at the farm had ended up more enjoyable than expected. You were able to learn and appreciate more things about agriculture— it didn’t help that someone very… ahem… easy on the eyes was serving as your teacher.

… so easy on the eyes was a very tame way to put it, because he was so fucking hot you could die of heatstroke. What the fuck, you didn’t give him the consent to attack your mind and heart like this? Can he stop?

Besides how handsome he was, he was actually fun to talk with. Sure, he wasn’t the best at communicating, but there wasn’t a day where you didn’t find yourself learning something new.

“You know, I think eggplants might become my favourite veggie now,” you joked while helping Tasuku tend to one of the crops.

“Eggplants are fruits, though,” he said it so nonchalantly you nearly dropped your watering can as you turned to look at him incredulously.

“Tasuku-kun, what the fuck—“

“It’s a berry, actually.”

You let out a deep sigh.

“This… is like when I first found out tomatoes were fruits.”

“Eggplants and tomatoes are related—“

“Tasuku-kun, you can’t just drop those bombshells on me!”

Still, even as the two of you developed a friendship, you had a feeling there was something significant he was hiding from you.

It was past midnight. You’d already adjusted to sleeping early and waking up early recently, but tonight was just… different. There was something keeping you up, and you couldn’t piece together what it was for the life of you. You left the guest bedroom and headed to the kitchen. Maybe you needed a glass of water or something?

Upon entering the room, you immediately noticed a white towel on the floor. How out of place. You found yourself crouching to pick it up, only to notice something was in between the folds.

As you unwrapped it, you found yourself face to face with an… eggplant. The common long and purple variant found on the farm. What- what the fuck. Why the fuck would an eggplant be inside a towel? On a kitchen floor? Past midnight?

After a few moments of simply staring at it in confusion, you brought it nearer to your face to… stare at it some more, but closer this time. However, the moment your fingertips brushed against the purple skin, a bright glow seemed to emit and surround the vegetable… er, fruit.

What the fuck! No matter how many things Tasuku taught you about eggplants, they shouldn’t be glowing, right? You dropped the crop both due to shock and the blinding brightness, but somehow you couldn’t move from your spot, sat on the floor.

You watched the silhouette behind the rays of light grow larger and— wait, shit, you would fucking recognise those muscular arms anywhere, considering how often you stared at them.

“T-tasuku-kun?”

The moment you regained your vision and found yourself face to face with the farmer, you froze, the only movement coming from you being your beating heart and the red creeping up your face.

An amalgamation of different things muddled up your mind— like, why the fuck did that eggplant become Tasuku? Why the fuck did Tasuku become an eggplant? Why did the eggplant become Tasuku the moment you touched it?

Out of all the possible questions and exclamations that could have been said by you, the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a shriek, followed by—

“Tasuku-kun! The towel! Before anything, please put it on…”

okay i legit can’t write anymore of this huhuhuhu... basically, tasuku turns into an eggplant after midnight because of a curse, and he can only turn back into human either when the sun rises or his soulmate touches his eggplant form uwu~

i’m so sorry tasuku, i love you. i’ll make it up to you soon TT

eri, taku, neko- are you happy now?

#nathya hit a milestone 💖#cafe: dessert menu #cursed fic stay away huhu #im so fucking sorry tasuku #talong saga

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luvleekaotix-imagines · 6 years

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I know its kinda odd but would you be willing to do hc’s for Xigbar? I love the trash gremlin mystery man

I just want to know what everyone’s nicknames are for him tbh. Also, I call bullshit that the blackcoat crew don’t have feelings, so get away from me with that negativity. Nothing in the KH world makes sense, so here, take this.

Dating Xigbar headcanons

Alrighty, look, you gotta sign this waiver before you date Xigbar okay? Let me just go through the questions. Are you okay with not knowing everything about this man? Are you okay with him disappearing every now and then and reappearing without much of an explanation? Are you okay with him going all hot and cold on you at times? These are things are happen with Xigbar and they’re not likely to stop, so if you’re not really okay with this, you’re in for a bad time.

Xigbar has a million and one affectionate nicknames for you. You think maybe he had one nickname for you, but then tried a few more and now it’s just a game to him. You get the usual ‘sweetheart’s, but it could ‘pumpkin’ one day and ‘muffin’ the next, finishing with a ‘cupcake’. Xigbar, maybe you’re just hungry…Hungry for you maybe huhuhuhu

Sarcasm. So much sass and sarcasm. You think he’s never serious about anything, but then after a while, you get good at picking out when he’s being sarcastic and when he’s possibly hiding some truth. Just before you get together, his sarcasm with you is probably better classified as flirtation? Like a ‘like you can’t tell how cute you are, sure, I believe you’, kind of vibe, you know?

Another way Xigbar flirts with you is through subtle touch. Before you’re together, he doesn’t touch you at all, but over time, it’s almost like he can’t help it? Like his hand brushing yours when you’re grabbing for the same thing, lightly resting his hand on your waist as he squeezes by, a hand on your shoulder as he walks past. At first, you think it’s just something he does, but then you notice he doesn’t do it with anyone else. You might think it’s on purpose, but honestly, it comes subconsciously; he wants to touch you. During the time he’s trying to fight his feelings for you, he just struggles to keep his hands to himself.

Reciprocal affection with Xigbar is sometimes hard because at times it’s like you hit a wall. He likes it when he flirts with you because he can control the level of affection that’s between you—he can control how much he feels for you. When you flirt with Xigbar and you’re affectionate with him, sometimes he suddenly gets aloof or indifferent. Maybe he’ll be dismissive and walk away and you won’t see him until much later in the day. It’s not you. He loves it when you show that you want him. This is just him struggling to keep you at a safe emotional distance. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he knows that possibility is high if you’re with him. He’s got a lot of private stuff going on that no one can know about. He didn’t plan to fall for anyone, but here you are, literally perfect and hard for him to resist. It’s just—confusing as fuck.

That being said, when affection is accepted and Xigbar is indulging, it’s really nice. For someone who says he doesn’t feel much of anything, it sure does look like he feels something like contentment when you play with his hair or when you compliment him on his skills or whatever. Xigbar generally has this very sharp and rough killer kind of look, but when you’re with him his expression just softens. It’s different and it makes you feel special.

You might forget that Xigbar is honestly much more of a dangerous person than you really know. He’s had a lot of time to perfect his facade, so it’s easy to think he’s just some sassy and sarcastic dude and that’s it. However, sometimes you notice that some people who cause problems for you might just—not be a problem anymore. Maybe they suddenly stop or they’re just not around. You have an inkling that Xigbar might be the reason, but he never says anything and you have no proof. Maybe you’re just lucky—maybe not.

This relationship has a lot of bittersweet moments and a lot of conflicted feelings. Xigbar is caught between keeping you close and keeping you at arm’s length, so there’s a lot of mixed messages going around. It’s pretty stressful at times, to be honest, but stay strong! He does want to be with you, just understand that being with you also really conflicts with some longterm plans of his. Who knows what the future holds for the two of you?

#kingdom hearts #kh #kingdom hearts headcanons #kh headcanons #xigbar #xigbar x reader #kh xigbar #kh xigbar x reader #kingdom hearts 3 #kh3 #kingdom hearts 3 headcanons #kh3 headcanons

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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What is the wallpaper on your computer screen? Why did you choose it? It’s one of the default Mac wallpapers, but I picked the shot with a pinkish hue, because pink. The default ones are already pretty enough, so I don’t feel the need to scour the web for the perfect wallpaper image. Is there a pattern on the pants you’re currently wearing? Which one? I’m currently wearing a romper. It’s just plain sky blue. Do you like going to baby showers? Do you go only for the cake? As an Asian, I can tell you baby showers are hugely a first-world thing. I think the more hip, Western-influenced, and upper-middle millennials and Gen Z Asian crowd can have the means to do them, but it’s like 90% not a thing here. In a region where there’s poverty in front of you, only the rich can pull them off; and for most of us, the biggest concern is that the baby remains healthy. Who is the person you text the most in your life? What relation are you? Gabie, probs. Girlfriend. Angela, my best friend, comes a close second. Mexican food, Chinese food, Italian food, French food or American food? Chinese > Mexican > Italian > American > French. I think I only like French cuisine for their pastries and escargot, but that’s about it.

Has there ever been a time in your life, you felt sexually undecided? Yeah. I still get confused about it from time to time, so eventually I just slapped the term demisexual on me and by far it’s been the most fitting for me. Does your mother annoy you when the holidays come along in the year? No? If anything I get worried a lot more because she comes home a lot late, and it always turns out to be because she spends the entire evening gift-shopping for family, friends, and co-workers hahahaha. What is the color scheme of your absolute favorite fast-food restaurant? I don’t really have a favorite fast food place anymore... if it counts, maybe Yellow Cab? They have a yellow and black color scheme, like the literal yellow cabs of New York. Do you think tattoos and piercings are sexy on the opposite sex? I don’t mind them; I don’t think of them in terms of being ~sexy lmao. Do people ever ask you to do things they’re too short to accomplish? Nah I’m usually the short one who needs people to reach stuff for me. Do your siblings bring people around that your parents don’t approve of? Mmm nope, not really. My mom loves my sister’s boyfriend, and as far as I know my brother doesn’t bring anybody home. Is there carpet or hardwood floor in your bedroom? Hardwood. I don’t know if there’s any Filipino home that has carpet floors. Do you check the texture of things first or the smell of them? As much as I hate this habit of mine, I tend to want to know the smell of everything. I only check the texture if I think it’s going to be satisfying, like if it’s anything like slime or sand. Have you ever broken the arm or head off of a trophy? How did you do this? Nope. I don’t think I’ve already even held a trophy before. Do you believe in superstitious things such as breaking a mirror? I only follow one superstition that has something to do with my school, but that’s it. I don’t obsess over it and I know it’s fake, but ‘following’ what the superstition says hasn’t gotten me in trouble in my last four years in university, so I just continue following it HAHA. Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? I do hate it but fortunately a lot of people are now more sensitive when it comes to mental health and mental health issues. I don’t hear this word thrown as much as it was in like 2011 anymore. Ever have an ultra-sound performed on you? What was it for? Nah, no reason to. I’ve only had X-rays of my spine taken. Do you like those ‘end of the world,’ ‘Armageddon’ movies? Never did. I was never into the whole apocalypse/disaster/wartime genres. What color are the headphones you have at this moment in time? I don’t have headphones. And I also don’t have earphones anymore :( I want a new pair soooo baaaaadddd. Ever been choked severely on something during lunch at your school? I’ve never choked on solids, but I’ve choked on water several times, when the droplets get stuck in your throat and your lungs get all confused and you’re left gasping for air but you just choke some more because the water in your throat blocks any air from coming in, so you end up coughing to near death. The last time this happened was during a lunch break in my INTERNSHIP, and it was so embarrassing because I couldn’t tell them what was happening, I was just coughing frantically and slowly turning red lol.

Do you remember who you sat next to in Kindergarten? Who was it? Yeah, the girl in front of me in the class list was I think Kaira, and the one after me was Kaye. I was friends with Kaira throughout high school and we still are today, but back in kinder she used to be my bully. But during recess, I usually sat beside a girl named Raegan, who was one of my good friends for a while. Has anyone ever compared you to an animal? Which one(s)? I don’t think so. Has anyone, including yourself, forgot it was your own birthday? On my 18th birthday my high school friend group completely forgot. It makes me feel like shit every time it’s brought up, so we’re not bringing it up tonight. Chocolate or strawberry birthday cake? Choose one. Chocolate! Do you eat more vegetables or fruits? What’s your favorite fruit/veggie? I loooooove me some vegetables – I’d try all of them in a heartbeat. My favorite is broccoli. And I hate most fruits, but I’ll give an exception to avocado. Do you abbreviate things way too often? Do you get called out on it? Not really, I just use the usual shortcuts – lol, lmao, rn, tbh, idk. My mom would get confused sometimes and ask me for the meaning of some abbreviations I use, but she doesn’t ‘call me out’ on it. Ever been in one of those church Christmas plays before? Why/why not? Hahahaha no, because I never wanted to join and it’s one of those things I’d never allow myself to be in no matter how much my mom forced me. What is the funniest conjunction you use throughout your day? ...Are conjunctions supposed to be funny? Have you ever thrown a roll of toilet paper at someone before? Nope. Does the dentist calm you or does it tend to stress you out? I like the dentist. I’ve never had big issues with my teeth (save for my worst ever toothache last year), so the idea of having my teeth cleaned and treated is actually pretty calming to me. The one time it ever stressed me out was when my dentist had to extract a dead tooth and he had to put three injections on the roof of my mouth. It was the first time I’ve ever caught myself literally shaking in fear, huhuhuhu. If you had to choose, which is the worst movie you’ve ever seen? Jack and Jill, for movies that are objectively bad. But in general, Knives Out was a big fucking waste of my time and money. Have you ever found yourself talking to an inanimate object? When I say sorry for bumping into them D: Do you like movies that are originally based on children’s books? Not all of them. Some were hits for me like Charlotte’s Web and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and some I didn’t really care for, like Coraline. Is your hair more thick or thin? Is it more curly or straight? THICK. So thick I could never pull off a bob, even though I’ve had the desire to adopt it as my look for a while now. It’s straight but it’ll sometimes be wavy. Something on the human body that grosses you out the most: Raised moles. Do you like meeting new people? What’s your most common greeting? Uhhhh I’m okay with meeting new people but it still depends on their crowd or the air that they carry around them. If I have a meh feeling about them or if their body language initially rubs me off the wrong way, I’d be hesitant. With my situation now, I usually say hi, tell them my name, we exchange our courses, then we talk about school stuff to break the ice. Ever think of what it would be like to be a mermaid or merman? Not really. Ariel has since showed me that it wouldn’t mean much, so I never actively wanted to be a mermaid. If you had to choose, which celebrity would you date out of all of them? Kristen Stewart or Hayley Williams. Do people feel sorry for you for no reason? Have they ever? I don’t think so. Idk, idk how people feel about me. What is something that bothers you about most surveys in general? I never liked surveys that go too deep, like those that ask me what I think of socialism or abortion, hhhhhhhh. I answer surveys so I can talk about my dog, say what I learned in school, or discuss who I had lunch with, and not to get all political. Simple yes/no questions can also be annoying so most times I elaborate. Who would you take with you on a stranded/deserted island? Maybe Gab? She’s super smart and resourceful and makes everything work haha. Do you have your own personal boom box in your bedroom? No. I was too young to want to have one. Would you survive if zombies were to take over the world? Why or why not? Probably not. I can’t even cross the street without holding on for dear life to my friends’ arms lmaoooooo. What would you say is the worst part of high school period? Adjusting. I took a while to, and when I hadn’t yet, it was the worst. I was left out of everything, had no opportunity to figure out who I was or what I needed at the time, and nothing and no one approached me unless I did so myself. What is your favorite color of apple? Red, green or yellow? I don’t like apples. Ever want to be a doctor? Is it because of all the hospital shows? I never wanted to be a doctor as a kid, but now I do see the point in going to med school. I’ve always liked and been good at memorizing names and terms, and biology is my favorite subject along with history, so a part of me thinks what could have happened if I pursued some specialization of med. As for hospital shows, I’ve never seen one. What do you think of all these reality shows that try to alter personality? I’m not sure what they mean? Don’t they all do that? Reality TV personalities always seem like much exaggerated versions of themselves. Where are your favorite pair of shoes in the whole world right now? I wear it too much but my Onitsuka Tiger sneakers are a k e e p e r. So comfy and such a classy-looking pair. Do you live anywhere near a mall? If you live in the Philippines, there is an 80–90% chance you live near a mall. In my case, I just live quite far from the main entrance of our gated village so it’s a bit of a drive; but the village itself is like two minutes away from one mall, four minutes away from two others, and five minutes away from still another one. Malling is pretty much the national pastime, so we’re loaded with them. Do you like drawing smiley faces or do you think they’re overrated? They’re pretty harmless, I don’t see why they should be deemed as overrated lol. If you were dying who would you say goodbye to first out of everyone? Gabie. Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? I’ve never formally baby-sat someone, actually; at best I was put in charge of my younger siblings and cousins and looked out for them and took up the position of the responsible older sister whenever our parents weren’t watching. But to me it was already kinda like babysitting based on what I’ve seen in American TV hahahaha, and I always liked that sort of task. Do you ever have those ‘ah ha!’ moments? Do those annoy you? If the a-ha moment meant I was stupid in the past, then yes it would annoy me. Like for example if I’m driving somewhere and already far from home, then had an a-ha moment that I forgot something important back at the house, then I’d be pretty pissed with myself. But if the a-ha moment was something like a realization, I’d be relieved to have it. Do you hardly ever remember where you put things at? YES I HATE that about myself. I’ve lost earphones, my Hydro Flask, my yellow pad paper, readings, jackets, hair ties, socks, and school IDs because of it. What’s your favorite lunch meat, if you even like any in the first place? I don’t eat lunch meat. When is the next time you’ll eat a cupcake, if you know when? I have no clue :( Cupcakes are one of my favorite desserts though, but they’re just so hard to find or get. Where did you last buy socks from? What do those socks look like? The last time I bought socks was like 2015, back when they were a trend here for some reason. It has a bacon and eggs design, and I actually just wore them the other day haha. Do you ever lay in the grass and look up at the sky, just because? I’d look up at the sky, but not on grass. I find it itchy. When do you normally go to sleep on the weekends? Depends on what and how much I did during the day and how tired I am. Like just earlier (Friday evening) I was passed out by 9:30 because I stayed up til 2 AM working on a Powerpoint and had to wake up at 6 in the morning to continue working. But other nights I could stay up till midnight. Have you ever met someone with the same ‘biggest fear’ as you? I haven’t met anyone afraid of knives and injections and any sharp stuff like me, no. Do you ever have movie nights with your significant other? We don’t do movie nights ever, which I recently and finally realized when we did sit down and watch Titanic together a couple of weeks ago lmaaaaaaaaao. It was honestly really fun doing it and I remember remarking that we in fact never did movie nights in the last four years. Would you rather write with a pen or a pencil? Why is this? Pen. It’s just more convenient for me. Pencils get blunt as you use them, and I’m too impatient for that. Do you like candy bars? Are you trying to slack off of them? I honestly have nothing against them, but given that I have several many relatives who work overseas and have brought home candy bars as pasalubong (gifts) in the last 22 years of my existence... you can imagine how tired I can get of them. What is your favorite number? Is it significant with your life? 4. Not really. It just reminds me of Beyoncé and happier days haha. Are you afraid of being kidnapped if you go outside at nighttime? Yup. That’s why I never walk outside at night except when I’m at a mall or in school. I just drive everywhere. Has your mother ever called your school because of your grades? No. Whenever I struggled in school it was always just due to either 1 or 2 subjects, so there was no reason to ring up our adviser as it was never that worrisome in my case. I was never failing all my classes at the same time, basically. In the next twenty minutes, what will you be doing and where will you be? Maybe another survey or watching BoJack Horseman? Idk. It’s 3:44 AM and I’m pretty awake so I dunno if I’d still want to sleep. Do you like showers or baths better? Why did you choose your choice? Showerrrr. It’s quicker, plus it’s what I do more often. Are you a controversial person? Do your views oppose others? This was me as a teenager because I thought it would be cool to be edgy and have a different opinion than everyone else BLECK please delete that person lmfao. But now, hmmm the way I’d explain it is that in the case of e.g. being pro-choice, LGBT, critical of the Catholic Church, basically the more liberal ideas, I seem to be in the majority opinion about relevant issues on the Internet/social media.

But I live in the Philippines, where society is still mostly traditional, conservative, modest, and disapproving of a lot of the progressive stuff happening in the rest of the world – hell, divorce isn’t even legal here. That said, a lot of my views which would otherwise line up with those on social media or those in like US or Canada or Europe would get me a lot of hate and criticism in the Philippines, especially among the older generation. Have you ever thrown a surprise party for someone? Who for? Yeah we threw one for Dave a few years back. My friends also threw an advanced surprise party for Raf on my actual birthday, and I was too hurt about it so I didn’t attend. What would you say your average word per minute time is on the keyboard? We did this in class once for fun when we weren’t really discussing anything, and if I remember anything I hit somewhere between 70-80 words. What is your least favorite class in school? Why is this? Chemistry, calculus, and trigonometry. So fucking useless. Do you bite your fingernails or tap them on desks? I tap my nails onto desks. I only bite them when I’m anxious. Have you ever wanted to be in a band? What position exactly? I wanted to learn the drums but never explicitly wanted to be in a band. Who is your role model or hero in life if you have one? No role models for me. Do you ever call your cousins just to talk to them randomly? No. We’re close, but we’re also busy, so the only time we get to catch up is when we get to have family lunches/reunions. Do you find any of your friends’ parents creepy or really mean? Not at all. All of my friends’ parents have been lovely. Do you ever have to wash your clothes at someone else’s house? Nope. When is the next time you’ll go to the library? Why is this? I dunno actually. I don’t really have to pick up a book to read for a class right now. Do you like fiction or non-fiction books more? What’s your favorite? Non-fiction. I don’t have a favorite but I will sit down and read any biography you offer me. Do you constantly have to be told to shut up? By who? No, and that would hurt, I think. I have friends who I lowkey think are too talkative for my social battery, but I’d never tell them to shut up. Do you know how to play pool? Are you any good at it? Nah. I don’t even know how to swing(?) the cue. Do you treat others as you’d like to be treated? Have you always? Yeah, I always try to. I always assume or imagine they’re going through something, so I always try to be a little kinder. Were you a really mean kid or a sweet and quiet kid? I was quiet, neither mean nor sweet. I didn’t make trouble at all but I wasn’t exactly the most darling of kids either haha. I was just too shy to move or talk. Are you someone who likes to get in arguments or fights a lot? I’d get in one if I have to, but I don’t thrive on them. How do you make sure people know you don’t like them at all? I don’t have to make a big spectacle about it if I don’t like someone for whatever reason. I can still be polite and civil if I have to interact with them. < Pretty much. The one way someone would know (if they even notice at all) is that if I would do anything and everything to avoid having to talk to them. Would you say you’re someone who likes to cuss a lot? I say shit and fuck pretty often. Do you keep secrets from your parents that you don’t keep from your friends? My entire relationship is a glaring answer to this. What is your father’s best friend’s name? Do you know them personally? I don’t know if my dad has one. He has close friends, but not sure about a best friend. If you had to, where would you get a tattoo at? Why? Inner wrist, but I know that would hurt so I might just settle with having no tattoos ever haha. I picked it becauuuuse, idk, it just seems pretty intimate to me. How much was the cell phone you have at this moment in time? It was the newest model when I got it so it cost like P45,000 or a little less than $1000. Would you say you hang out with people the majority of your life? Yes. For the last 18 years my life has revolved around going to school, so I’m allllllways around people. What would you do if you woke up randomly with purple hair? I’d be pissed and try to hunt down whoever dyed my hair in my sleep, but then afterwards I’d assess if it suits me or not HAHAHA. It’s dyed anyway, so I might as well make sure I look good with it. Do you ever look in the mirror and name all of your flaws for no reason? Yeah, especially the ones on my face. Doesn’t get to happen a lot but I’d do it occasionally. Are you getting sick of the reality show Survivor? Why? I never watched it, but I’m surprised it’s still on. < This. Do you usually explain to people why you do the things you do? It depends what I do but generally, I’m not weird or crazy or daring enough for me to have to explain myself to people all the time. In contrast, I have an org-mate who’s a little on the...experimental side, and we have caught him trying to drink glue or stabbing himself with a pen. He always says he just wants to know how it smells/tastes/feels like, depending on the situation. We’re all lowkey concerned about him though lol. Ever submit a video to America’s Funniest Home Videos? We didn’t, because I don’t live in America. The most painful medical procedure you’ve ever had? Anything that had me getting pricked, so like platelet count tests and the one time I needed to get IV placed on my wrist. I’m WINCING just thinking about them. Are you someone who likes to eat Poptarts? What’s your favorite flavor? Love Poptarts, my favorite is the chocolate one. We don’t get a lot of flavors here, hence the basic choice. Ever have a dream you’re being abducted by aliens? Was it scary? Never. Do you like people who are loud or people who are quiet? I like quiet people who can get chatty and loud when necessary. Does personality weigh out the sense of ‘good looks?’ In terms of who I find attractive? Not really, looks still matter to me. When is the next time you’ll see someone who is pregnant? I only know one person who is and I only see that girl like once a decade lmao so I have no clue if I’ll see anyone else who’s pregnant. Do you hate it when people copy the things you do? No, unless it’s the exact same thing I’ve been doing. Where is your favorite piece of electronic equipment? It is on the drawer next to my bed. Where is the person who ‘owns your heart’ at this moment in time? She’s in her dorm, all passed out considering it’s 4:40 AM lol. Has anyone ever told you that you’re good at cooking? Hell no. I’d tell them they’re completely mistaking me for a different person, because I don’t enter the kitchen at allllllll. Would you say you’re a fast texter, or are you pretty slow? I’m fast. What is your favorite flavor of Doritos? What do you drink with them? Nacho Cheese is fine with me. Do you have any enemies who you think are dangerous? I don’t have any enemies. < Yep. Do you ever try to squeeze information out of people? Sure. It comes with being a journ student lmao. Does it freak you out when the police drive by your house? I live in a private village so this never happens. I do get paranoid when I’m driving and there’s a police car coming from behind me, though. Are you someone who tends to take a whole lot of naps? Not really. I always have a lot of work to do so I can’t nap even though I would want to. What is your favorite nickname you like to be called? Why do you like it? I’m fine with Robyn. I’ve gone by it since I was four. Do you already have your outfit for tomorrow planned out? Eh not really. I usually don’t think of my Sunday outfits until I’m actually already in front of the closet anyway. I never feel like making an effort for church. What is the color of your favorite pair of pants? What brand are they? Blue. No clue, but they’re mom jeans. Has your favorite song ever been featured on a commercial? Nah. I’ve never heard Paramore on a commercial. Do you ever promise pc4pc on Myspace then never return the favor? I never did Myspace. I’m vaguely familiar with the slang, though. What is one song right now that really gets on your nerves? That new Demi Lovato ballad. Bless her for allowing herself to be vulnerable on that track, but for the most part I cannotttttt stand her voice. What would you say was the best year of your life? Why? 2014, a lot of things seemed to fall into my lap back then, and I was simply happy and satisfied. Do those annoying infomercials ever draw you in to buy things? I have never been convinced to buy anything they sell but I WILL spend hours watching the commercials just because of how entertaining they are. Have you ever been pulled over by the cops for speeding? No. Speeding isn’t an issue here tbh. If it was nearly everybody would be pulled over, I think. Common reasons for being pulled over are like making illegal u-turns, overtaking on a solid double line, or being caught driving when your car is under coding for that day. Is anyone in your family a firefighter? Who is it anyway? Nope.

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singingunderthecurtain · 6 years

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Baby Fever: Suho

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Canon Genre: Slight Angst | Implied Smut | More Fluff Pairing: Suho x Reader Trigger Warning: idk, none! But everything is triggering to somebody, so what do I know??? But really, this is just a light story. SO NONE! Word Count: 1,352

Plot: Being a stern grandma, your mother never allowed your kids to do any chaotic and careless activity. That's why you were surprised to see one mess of a living room with a blanket fort set up.

Part of the Baby Fever series

A/N: YOOOOOOO, just a few days before my bias’ birthday!!! RIGHT ON TIME, YEAH!!! Happy birthday to the love of my life, KIM JUNMYEON!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

EDIT: I was told the original picture I used was indeed NOT Junmyeon, but a completely different idol LMFAO!!! So I edited. HUHUHUHU SORRY!!!

Everything is not going well for you tonight.

You should’ve been home from your business trip this morning! But your flight got canceled the last minute due to a faulty engine. You were thankful you’re safe and that the rebooking of the flight was free of charge, shouldered by the airline, but the stress it caused you and all the other passengers was not cute. At all!

Not to mention, the moment you landed, you found out one of your two luggage was shipped on a totally different flight. You have to stay another hour for you to have it arranged and sent to your house.

And when you got out of the damn airport, the taxi bay line was too long, the uber app was malfunctioning for some reason and no one was available to pick you up. So you opted for renting a car just for you to get home asap.

When you arrived home, the elevator was out of order. The repair team of your exclusive apartment building won’t get it fixed until the next morning since it was already almost midnight. You have to yank your suitcase nine floors up, what a drag, literally and figuratively!

You sigh out a big and heavy breath, the moment you stepped in front of your apartment door. Finally, you will be able to rest and have a break. You can’t wait to see your children, even though it’s already their bedtime, you just needed to see them peacefully dreaming tonight. You also cannot wait to see your husband tomorrow when he gets home from his overseas schedule.

You also have to apologize to your mother, although it’s not your fault that the flight was canceled, you know she will still nag you for taking too long. She loves you and your children, of course, but she was too strict for your children’s liking. And for your own liking too when you were young. But you now know she was only like that to you in the past to make you of what you are today, a strong and empowered woman. Although she’s softening as the children get older, she was still a little firm.

“Mother, I’m hom—”

Your silent greeting was interrupted by what met you when you enter your humble abode…

The whole living room area was in shambles!

Throw pillows, blankets, toys and everything else was scattered everywhere. You set aside your luggage on the corner of your home’s entrance where the shoe cabinets are located and picked up pieces of toys and other stuff as you make way inside.

Some of the multiple couches were rearranged and there in the middle of the room, set up, was a blanket fort.

Fairy lights of different colors decorated around it.

Just a small opening of the fort was in front of you when you stepped in further from the doorway of your home.

“Mother, where are you…”

You call out, loudly this time. And then a sharp ‘ssshhh’ from the inside of the fort hushed and made you freeze on your spot, bent at the waist midway as you were attempting to pick up a pillow on the floor.

“The children are sleeping.”

You heard the same voice, whispered this time and you didn’t recognize it at all.

Your heart loudly thumped inside your chest. A terrible dread and alarm are starting to creep from the top of your head, down to your gut. You grab your stomach as you feel it lurch with panic and terror.

Who was that?

What is happening?

Where is your mother?

How about the children?

Are they all alright?

The many questions swim in your head as you grab an expensive but still very obviously useless vase decorated on your home’s bookshelf. It was a gift from Junmyeon’s many travels, you thought it was ugly at first but Junmyeon insisted that it will look pretty once you arrange the shelf and he was correct. Both your and his mother complimented his ‘exquisite’ taste.

You were ready to hit and let the vase shatter on whoever it was under the fort. You were sure it was not your mother and the voice didn’t sound like her.

Maybe it was one of the creepy fangirls that still follow your husband around even though he’s clearly married already. Maybe they got in, tied and gagged your mother on a chair somewhere in the multiple rooms you have in your house. They probably played with your three children, coaxed them and got their trust and made a blanket fort exactly how they want, to rebel against their strict grandmother.

You can see the silhouette of the person crawling to exit the blanket fort from the small opening right in front of you. You ready the vase you were holding, raise it up your head and prepared to swing it down and smash the porcelain vessel on whoever it was.

The building tension from your chest suddenly drops when you saw who exited the fort.

“J-Junmyeon?!”

You lower your arms, hugged the vase on your left hand and clutched your chest where your heart was with the other as you slide down on the floor. Your back knocking a few books off the shelf when you slowly dwindle down with a loud thud when your ass hit the wooden floor.

“Babe, why are you hugging the vase?”

Junmyeon asked with a complete puzzled look on his face. His voice was hoarse and different sounding. Probably really strained from singing three nights in a row.

“Holy fucking dick!”

You whispered loudly as you close your eyes tightly, your heart still pulsating in very, very crazy beats.

“Language! The children might hear you!”

You felt the vase left your hold and you look up just in time to see Junmyeon putting the stupid ugly thing back to where it (really doesn’t, ugh) belongs. (Although you have to admit that the color of it goes well with the theme of your whole house. It’s just really ugly, okay!)

“I’m sorry. I thought some creep got in the house because your voice is different. I’m sorry.”

“Did I scare you?”

Junmyeon frowns apologetically down at you with the signature pout of his pink lips.

You extend both of your arms up and make grabby motions with your hands, and he understood immediately that you wanted to be held. So he reached down his hands and grabs you by your armpits to stand you up. Junmyeon immediately encircled his arms around your body in a tight and needy embrace, his face nuzzled in your hair and neck and he inhales your scent as if he hasn’t seen you in years instead of just weeks.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

Junmyeon finally spoke after a few moments of just hugging and breathing in each other.

“What happened to your voice?”

You asked when you both pull away from your much-needed embrace.

“I just unexpectedly strained my voice the last few minutes of the concert. Thankfully we are just about saying goodbye to the crowd then.”

He explains and he pulls you to the direction of your bedroom.

“Wait, where are the kids and my mother?”

You ask again as Junmyeon pushes the door closed and ticks the lock on.

“I requested to fly home early so I can surprise you. But you were not home yet. Mom’s home now. Has been since this afternoon.”

Junmyeon pulls you further into the room and sat you down on your shared bed.

“Oh,”

Was your only answer before he starts peeling his clothes off right in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

You screw your brows together in question.

“It has been weeks, love. I missed you so bad and so does my dick!”

“Junmyeon!!!”

You can’t help but giggle with how his cheeks were too red and his boxers tenting on the front, obviously very affected and untouched for weeks.

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lavenderaus · 6 years

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Leather [M] [Choi Seungcheol Smut]

[ Choi Seungcheol x Reader ]

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^this is so bf!seungcheol i’m crying huhuhuhu

Genre: Smut, fluff, Boyfriend!Seungcheol

→ WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT (bit of public sex) AND LANGUAGE!

Word count: 5k

Summary: During a long world tour, timing can’t be any worse thanks to an insane work schedule that you can’t fix to anyone’s favour, let alone yours. During Seventeen’s stop in Tokyo, the day of your boyfriend’s birthday, you’re able to get out of a couple of shifts to go and surprise Seungcheol backstage before their performance.

A/N: I remember promising to write more often, but life got in the way… So sorry to my dear anon for the 2-month delay! :’( This is NC-17, so if you’re not into smut, or if you’re underage, please do not read past the “Keep Reading” link! I hope you enjoy~ ;)

“I’m so sorry, Seungcheol…” you sigh, your hand fiddling with the straw of your drink, swirling the whipped cream topping as your eyes stare down, averting your gaze away from your boyfriend in embarrassment. The gorgeous sound of his laughter ring in your ears, as his hand moves to grasp the hand that was holding your straw.

“Seriously, Y/N, you’re being so dramatic. It’s as if you’ll never get to celebrate my birthday ever again. There’s always next year.” Seungcheol consoles with a smile on his face, his thumb stroking your palm in an affectionate manner. You look up at him with your lips formed into a pout, staring with sad eyes.

“But this is the first time I can’t be with you to celebrate your birthday since we started dating,” you say, your eyes directing to yours and his hands. He places his other hand on the side of your face, getting you to stare back at him.

“Just one day with you is already as if I’m celebrating my birthday. And we see each other pretty often!” he says with a laugh, realizing the cheesiness of his words. You can’t help but smile, your heart swelling in your chest nonetheless.

“But if it means so much to you, we can celebrate after the tour. Just me and you.” Seungcheol wiggles his eyebrows teasingly upon speaking his last statement, and you scoff, hitting his shoulder before looking around the cafe.

“Oh my god, if someone heard that…” you scold softly, hoping that no one could eavesdrop on your conversation in the cafe that just had a dull buzzing to the atmosphere from the other conversations that had been going on. Seungcheol chuckles, taking your hands in his, pulling you closer to him. You lean forward on the small table between the two of you, smiling at your boyfriend before he presses his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. You feel him smile against your lips, and you both relish in the moment before pulling away.

“If someone overheard, they’d know how much I love and cherish you~” Seungcheol teases, winking at you as he speaks. You playfully cringe, hitting him again.

“You’re such a cheeseball.”

~3 weeks later~

The sound of your heels click-clacking against the marble tiled floor bounced off the walls of the main entrance of the otherwise quiet business building. You had five minutes to get to the tenth floor after your lunch break to catch a quick meeting with the rest of the head honchos of Human Resources.

It took a painstakingly long two years or so to get to the position you were in, yet you sometimes wish that you could just go back to the days when all you did was fetch meals and drinks for your seniors as an intern. You’d give anything to give up the countless calls in to finish certain papers and write ups, or even just the regular meetings that were so painfully long and boring. However, your job paid the rent, and you were blessed with a wonderful boyfriend who supported you in place of the rest of your family who lived outside of the bustling city.

You stared down at your watch anxiously, studying the seconds hand as it ticked its way close to the time the bi-weekly check-in meeting it’s to start. As soon as the elevator doors opened to the tenth floor, you began to speed walk with the thick folders in your arms, nearly running down the halls to get to the destination of the board room.

Swinging the glass door open, you startle over half of your fellow team members from your abrupt entrance. You hear a stifle of a laugh in the other side of the room, and you turn your eyes towards the source of the sound, using all of the manpower in you to not stare daggers.

“Miss Y/N, I was beginning to think that you were planning on skipping this meeting.” your boss chimes in, smiling up at you as he tapped the edge of his glasses on the side of his cheek. You bow slightly, a pained expression on your face.

“I apologize, Mr. Song, but I nearly lost track of time.” you state honestly, biting your lip as you catch collective chuckles coming from your peers around the room.

“Five minutes before the beginning of each meeting. Is that too much to ask?” he asks, turning his head to not only you, but the others. They all collectively shake their heads.

“N--No, sir, I’m sorry, sir.” you stammer, facing your head down and holding your folders close to your chest.

“Good. Take a seat, everyone. Let’s start.”

You had zoned out for more than half of the meeting except when it was your turn to summarize your past two weeks, giving a well-rehearsed, formal rundown of all the hardships and triumphs of the employees working in your department. It seemed as if, despite embarrassing yourself before the meeting had started, you impressed those higher-up from you, including your boss, enough for your boss to approach you afterwards.

“Y/N,” he had called you out as you organized your papers back together. “Were you planning on finishing the report that I gave you to look over yesterday?” he asked.

Well shit, you thought. You hadn’t even open the file he sent.

“Yes, sir, I was planning on editing it after this meeting.” you explain. He nods for a moment, as if pondering something. You stand awkwardly in front of him, since he hadn’t said a farewell of any sort that indicated that you could leave. Before you could take a breath in to speak, he interrupts you mid-thought.

“You don’t have any plans after today other than editing the file?” he asks. You shake your head in response, a bit confused.

“No, sir, why do you ask?” Mr. Song smiles in reply, leaning closer to you.

“It’s your boyfriend’s birthday tomorrow, right? You should go surprise him. Take the night off and the day off tomorrow, you have the weekend off anyways.” he whispers to you, appearing to be rather excited for you. Your eyebrows scrunch together. You in no way, ever spoke about your personal life, let alone your love life, to anyone in your workplace.

“How did you know…?” you ask, still confused. Mr. Song pats you on the shoulder, before walking away with a wave.

“I have my ways. I’ll see you on Monday!” he chimes, leaving the boardroom. You’re left standing there with your folders in hand, processing what just happened.

Looks like you’re going to Tokyo.

“Y/N! Good afternoon! What’s up?” spoke Joshua, in English, on the other line of your phone. You chuckle upon hearing him speak his native language, and decide to respond back in English as well (you were one of his closer friends who he could speak English to comfortably).

“Hey Josh, so something came up, and looks like I can come by to visit you all and watch your Tokyo concert!” you say happily, seated in the terminal where you are to board your plane.

“Yo! Everyone! Y/N’s coming!” Joshua relays to the members.

“Wait, Josh, is Seungcheol there?”

“Ah, let me check-- No, he’s not! Probably in the washroom or something!” he responds loudly, probably in attempt to drown out the collective reactions of the other members, and questions they had for you.

“Okay, good! Don’t tell him I’m coming!” you say. Joshua gives you an okay, and you hear his voice become faint as he repeats what you say to the guys, which meant he was giving them a warning not to spoil the surprise either.

“No problem, Y/N! We’ve got you covered! What time will you be arriving?”

“Looks like I’m leaving anytime soon, so I’ll be in Tokyo in about two and a half hours!”

“Okay, I’ll have someone come to pick you up, so you don’t have to take a taxi!” Joshua says. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thanks so much, Josh, I owe you one!” you say gratefully.

“Hahn Airlines, flight number 567 to Tokyo is ready for boarding.” the loud PA system in the airport announces.

“Oh, I gotta go now! We’re boarding!” you inform him.

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit! Text me if you need anything!” You thank him again before hanging up, then grabbing your small carry-on, you proceed to board the plane with the other economy members.

The flight took just about two and a half hours. You find yourself feeling incredibly tired despite the short flight, and no time difference compared to Seoul. It must have been the long and stressful evening you had while booking your plane ticket, last minute packing, and sleepless night thanks to your excitement. Nonetheless, you’re super excited for the day to come.

You pull your carrier behind you as you exit the gate, and you notice someone holding a paper with your name written on it in big characters. The lady holding the paper doesn’t look familiar to you at all, so you suspect that she’s an employee from their venue, and not one of the managers. As you approach the lady, you smile politely and bow.

“Y/N?” the lady inquires with a soft voice, after bowing towards you as well. The way she pronounces your name convinces you that she is most likely Japanese, and you breathe a sigh, mentally preparing yourself for using your limited knowledge in the language thanks to your past anime phase back in high school.

“Yes, are we going to venue?” you ask in Japanese, inwardly cringing as you very well know that your grammar sucks. She chuckles, nodding in response to your question.

“It’s okay, I can speak Korean. My name’s Ayumi.” she says to you in the said language. You bite your lip in embarrassment. It would’ve been a good idea to ask her first to save yourself the humiliation. Before you could speak another word, Ayumi begins to lead you out of the airport, escorting you to a car, gesturing you to sit in the back seat at she sits beside the driver. She informs the driver, in Japanese, to take you both to the venue where Seventeen is to be performing later in the evening.

“Are they all there already?” you ask, fiddling with your phone in hand. You felt some weird form of anxiety. What if Seungcheol’s too busy? It’s only two hours before the show, you might not even be able to see them, since they have lots to prepare for, Tokyo being the first stop of their many concerts in Japan.

“They should be getting makeup done right now, but don’t worry. You should have time to see them.” she reaffirms, smiling. You breathe a sigh of relief, hoping that you’d have enough time just to see him wish him a happy birthday in person.

You freeze. A gift. You forgot a gift. Your change in expression must’ve caught the attention of Ayumi, and she turns around to look at you.

“Everything alright?” she asks, concerned. You look at her, slightly distressed.

“I forgot to get Seungcheol a birthday gift… I came all this way for his birthday, and I forgot a gift…” you say softly, a feeling of sadness washing over you. Ayumi lets out an ‘ah’ of understanding, before laughing a little.

“I’m sure you surprising him is already a pretty good gift.” she shrugs. A small smirk forms on her face. “Or you could surprise him with a little somethin’ somethin’, hm?” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you. Your eyes grow big, horrified by her bold words.

“Ayumi!” you whisper, directing your eyes toward the driver in a panicked manner. She laughs in amusement.

“I’m just kidding! And it’s fine, he doesn’t understand Korean.” she reassures you, still laughing with the amusement upon seeing your reaction. “It’s not a totally bad idea, though…” she smirks suggestively. You let out an audible groan, turning away from the girl. She chuckles, moving back to her original sitting position in the car.

It took another fifteen minutes for you to arrive at the concert venue, the car driving through the crowded streets where hundreds of fans were already lined up, waiting for the doors to open. You gape at the big numbers, although you aren’t totally surprised. Not thinking this just because the leader of the group happens to be your boyfriend, but Seventeen is a rather popular group with a huge fanbase.

“Okay, let’s go! Try to look like you work here. Stick close to me!” Ayumi instructs you, and you nod quickly. You both get out of the car, and walk into the back doors of the venue. The inside was rather quiet, aside from the occasional flustered manager or worker scurrying around in a hurried manner. Ayumi extends her hand down a hallway, which had many doors along it.

“There are signs on each door indicating who’s inside. You should be able to find your way easily.” she says, pointing to each door from your far distance.

“Thanks so much for your help, Ayumi!” you say gratefully, bowing towards her. She mirrors your bow before scurrying away in the opposite direction.

You quickly call Joshua on your phone using the internet that you connected to, a few rings before Joshua’s face pops up on the screen.

“Ayo, Y/N, you made it!” he greets, probably because he recognized the area behind you. He was fully made up, with a few small hair pins in his hair to keep it in place.

“Yeah, I’m just in front of the hallway! Is Seungcheol there?” you ask. He looks around, his head turning a few ways before an expression of familiarity appears on his features.

“He is! He’s still getting his hair done!” Joshua responds, flipping his camera to focus on your boyfriend, seated in a chair with one of their stylists brushing and styling it in place using a blowdryer. Seungcheol didn’t look particularly happy, which made you frown a bit.

“Is he alright?” you inquire, tilting your head to the side in confusion. Joshua switches his camera back to him, and he looks back at your boyfriend.

“He’s probably just thinking. Or focusing on what he’s supposed to say for his introductions.” he explains, “don’t worry, he doesn’t know that you’re here. I had to bribe Jeonghan with my share of snacks that I brought with us so he wouldn’t spill the beans.” he says with a scoff, rolling his eyes. You let out a laugh, imagining the horror of giving his food to his hyung of two months.

“Thanks Josh, I appreciate it!” you smile, waving. He returns with a thumbs up.

“Everyone’s in the dressing room with the Seventeen logo on it, just go into the room to the right. It’s an empty dressing room, so we’ll lure Seungcheol in there to make him get a coat or something.” Joshua explains his plan to you with a softer voice, so your boyfriend doesn’t hear. You doubt that he could hear, considering that you couldn’t even hear Joshua’s voice through all the yelling and screaming in the room. Nonetheless, you nod with gratitude.

“Sounds good, thanks again!” you chime, before hanging up upon seeing Joshua wave a last time. You push your phone into your pocket, before walking over to the hallway.

As you pass the door with the Seventeen logo, like Joshua said, the sound of chatter grows louder, then softer, as you enter the room beside it. There are a few coat racks with many different styles of clothing on it, from each different era and music video Seventeen has done. You roam around the small room, admiring the clothing hung on each rack, organized by team and age. Less than two minutes pass before you nearly jump out of your skin upon hearing the knob of the door turn, the door being pushed open.

“Getting the oldest to grab a coat for the youngest member…” you hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend grumble, before he lifts his eyes up to you, processing for a second who you are and why you’re here.

“Y/N!” he practically yells, running up to you and engulfing you in his arms. “How did you get here!?” He picks you up as he poses his question and spins you around with great excitement, before standing normally and wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck affectionately, groaning happily.

“I was given today and tomorrow off!” you giggle, your hands wrapped around his upper back. He pulls away from you after a moment, his hands grasping either side of your face with utmost delight gracing his features. He smiles widely, expressing all the content he’s feeling upon looking at you, before pulling you back into another embrace.

“They told me to get Chan’s coat from the dressing room, those guys,” he scoffs. You chuckle in response, your hand gently stroking his back up and down affectionately. You bring your hand up against his face, and he looks down at you lovingly.

“I love you, Choi Seungcheol. Happy birthday.” you smile, planting a short kiss upon his lips. His smile grows bigger, if it was anymore possible.

“Thanks, Jagiya. I love you too.” he hums, pressing his lips against yours again, except a bit longer than he intended. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He brings his hands towards your hips, before hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You gasp into his lips as his hands move to your ass to hold you up, gripping you tightly and securely.

“We probably only have less than half an hour together…” Seungcheol says softly against your lips. You hum in response, your tongue lightly grazing his bottom lip as you pull away slightly.

“Plenty of time for me to give you your birthday gift.” you smirk at him suggestively, your hand travelling to the back of his head to entangle in his raven black locks. His stylist would probably freak out upon seeing the state of his hair by the time you two were over, but that was the least of your or his concern at the moment. Seungcheol smirks back at you, intrigued.

“Birthday gift, huh?” he chuckles, before carrying you to the couch resting against the back wall of the room. He lies you down on it, shrugging his jacket off and resting it on the arm rest. Before he could crawl over to you, you shake your head towards him, sitting up.

“Nope,” you tsk, grabbing his arm and leading him onto the couch to sit down on it properly. You stand up in front of him, smirking at his flustered expression. Leaning over to capture your lips together in another kiss, you can feel the hurried passion radiating from the both of you just from a lock of your lips. You pull away to your boyfriend’s dismay, a pout forming on his lips, which have now swollen considerably from when you saw him earlier. Smiling at him, you crouch down to get on your knees, settling between his legs as he sits on the cushion. He looks down at you with blown pupils and a wild look on his face, as if waiting for your next move. You peer down at his pants, a noticeable bulge pressing against the confines of the leather prison.

“Leather pants, hate ‘em.” Seungcheol retorts, causing you let out a chuckle of amusement. He may hate them, but the tight fit it had could make any fangirl go weak at the knees from how well they accentuated his thighs. You ran your hands up and down his upper thighs, gazing up at your boyfriend curiously, studying his expressions.

“Jagi, we don’t have much time…” he breathes, although he shows no actual intention of making you go faster. You lick your lips, before moving your fingers to unbutton and pull down the zipper of his pants. He lifts his hips up as you pull the leather material down his legs, letting out a soft groan as his clothed length loses one of its sources of confinement. You palm his clothed bulge with a gentle hand, your other hand stroking his thigh to relax him. Seungcheol’s breathing quickens the same time you do with your hand, and you look back up at him. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and his head is rolled back to rest against the backside of the couch. You smile with a bit of pride as you’re the cause of this side of your boyfriend, even though you haven’t really started. Wrapping two fingers to hook onto the waistband of his underwear, you begin to pull down the last bit of clothing that was constricting his manhood. You’re amazed at how hard he became just from the two of you kissing, your hand stroking it gently while gazing up at his face to observe. Seungcheol stares back, a lustful look in his eyes, biting down on his lip as you continue your ministrations.

“T--Twenty minutes, Y/N--...” he moans softly as you wrap your hand around his length and bring your tongue to the base of his cock to give him an experimental lick from the base to his tip. He lets out a hiss, the pleasure that your tongue gives him blocking his senses. You look up at him, your tongue sticking out, but not coming in contact with his cock. He lets out a groan of frustration at your attempts to tease, before bringing a hand to the back of your head, pushing you gently so your lips could wrap around his length. Humming in response to his desperation for touch, you decide to stop your teasing and begin to suck on his cock as your other hand strokes the base of his cock that you can’t fit in your mouth completely.

“Ah… Fuck, Jagiya…--” Seungcheol moans, his hand running through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. He gathers your hair up and moves it to cascade down just one shoulder, pushing away any hairs that get into your face. You moan softly around his dick, bobbing your head up and down on it at a steady pace. He seems to grow impatient and needy as his hips begin to buck into your mouth. You try to take deep breaths, tears forming in your eyes, as you let your boyfriend fuck your face at a faster pace, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. His hands grip your hair desperately, as his hips thrust to let your lips take his cock.

“You take my cock so well, Y/N, I’m so close…” he groans breathlessly. You can tell by the haste of his thrusts that he’s getting closer, and you start to bob your head again, sucking harder with each jut of his hips.

No more than ten seconds pass until Seungcheol pulls away from your mouth, and he grabs your arm to make you stand up, pulling you to settle on the couch as he kneels behind you. Your hands are propped up on the armrest of the couch, your knees on the cushion, and Seungcheol kneeling behind you. He had already kicked off his pants and underwear off.

“Seungcheol, wait, I was only planning on sucking you off before your performance…” you protest, about to step off of the seat. He grabs your hips, preventing you from moving away.

“You’re my birthday present, and I’d much rather cum inside of your pussy rather than your mouth, as much as I love it.” he states with a lustful growl. Shivers are sent through your spine in anticipation as he bunches up your skirt at your waist and pulls your panties down. He dips two fingers into your entrance, letting out a groan upon feeling your wet lips.

“You’re so fucking wet, Jagi… Who knew that you’d get this needy? How are you supposed to focus during our concert later while this turned on if I were to just leave you?” he practically snarls, his fingers pumping in and out of you at an inhuman pace.

“I--I don’t know… I’d wait for you, I guess--” you stammer out, greatly affected by his long and nimble fingers. He chuckles darkly in response to your answer, pulling his fingers out of your pussy at observing your juices that coat his fingertips. Bringing his two fingers into his mouth, he cleans them up quickly, letting out a groan of satisfaction.

“Absolutely delicious.” he expresses, before leaning down with his chest pressed against your back, planting kisses against the back of your ear, his tongue peeking out to lick your neck. “You ready, Jagi?” he inquires, his hand languidly pumping his cock and gently teasing your entrance with his tip, coating it with your and his juices. You let out a shaky moan in response, before nodding. He smirks in amusement, before pushing himself deep into your aching pussy in one slow movement. You both moan out in pleasure from the feeling, your insides stretching deliciously upon the sensation of his cock filling your walls for the first time in weeks.

“Can I start moving faster?” he asks, a lace of concern in his voice. You nod again, at a loss for words from the overwhelming feeling of just him being inside of you. He begins to thrust, but rather than starting off slow and picking up the pace, Seungcheol thrusts his cock inside of you at a ridiculously fast speed that has you lurching forward and seeing stars.

“F--Fuck, Seungcheol…--” you moan, desperately gripping the armrest to get some sort of balance to prevent you from getting thrusted off of the couch. His pants are all that you hear, and you turn your head slightly to get a look at his face. You could practically cum right there upon getting one glance at his expression. Eyebrows scrunched together with his eyes squeezed shut, Seungcheol thrusts into you rapidly with the most pleasured appearance gracing his face.

“You’re so tight, Y/N, you take my cock so fucking well…” he groans, his thrusts not letting up from their relentless speed. You feel a certain buildup in your core as Seungcheol continues to fuck you, your orgasm approaching, and approaching fast. You mentally hit yourself for feeling to cum so quickly, but it had been weeks since your pussy got attention, and the pleasure you’re feeling is so good you can’t even try and hold anything in.

“I’m c--close, Seungcheol…” you stammer, your hands grasping the armrest in desperation as you feel your impending orgasm wash over you. Seungcheol groans out in frustration, before reaching one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it in big, frantic circles.

“Cum for me, Jagiya,” he growls into your ear as he continues to thrust into your pussy at an inhuman pace. You bring a hand to cover your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm engulfs your body and renders you speechless. You’re seeing stars as your eyes are squeezed shut, your body shaking with overstimulation as Seungcheol doesn’t stop pounding into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…--” Seungcheol chokes out, thrusting even faster than before. He juts his hips quickly, before moaning out as he shoots his seed inside your pussy in hot spurts. He thrusts a couple steady times, before pulling out of you slowly. You collapse onto the armrest of the couch, taking deep inhales to catch your breath.

You hear Seungcheol step away for a moment, before returning with a damp tissue, wiping down your legs and thighs gently, then helping you put your panties back on, and fixing your skirt. The action made your heart swell, how quickly he changed back to being the caring, affectionate boyfriend he is.

“This might be a bad time to ask, given that we’re done,” he starts, “but you’re on the pill, right?” he asks. You let out a tired laugh, responding with a nod.

“Yeah, don’t worry.” you chuckle. You hear him slip his underwear and pants back on, crouching in front of you. You smile, exhaustedly, at Seungcheol.

“Happy birthday, Seungcheol.” you say softly, your hand stroking the side of his face affectionately. He plants a soft, chaste kiss upon your lips.

“Thanks, Y/N. I definitely appreciated the gift.” he winks, and you playfully hit him in the shoulder.

The both of you step out of the dressing room, hand-in-hand, and enter the main room where the rest of the members and stylists are. One of their stylists makes a huge fuss upon seeing the state of Seungcheol’s hair, running up to him and using her hands to hurriedly try to fix it.

“God, what were you two doing!?” she exclaims, an upset expression on her face as she uses multiple products to try and get his hair back to normal. You bite your lip in embarrassment, looking away. You turn to look at Joshua, who just smiles and gives you a thumbs up, wiggling his eyebrows. Rolling your eyes, you head back over to your boyfriend.

“I’ll see you later, I’ll be watching you guys during the concert, in the balcony, to the right.” you whisper into his ear, and he nods towards you, giving you a peck on your lips, much to his stylist’s dismay, followed by collective ooh’s and ah’s from the members.

Needless to say, although you weren’t sure if Seungcheol could see you during the concert, the leather-clad man definitely gave extra special attention to the fans seated in balcony right.

A/N: this smut took me two days to write asdfghjkl i should’ve been studying -- anyways, thanks to my lovely anon who requested this, i definitely enjoyed writing it! :) if you’d like to make a request, shoot me an ask in my “Ask Me” page! until next time, thank you for reading! <3

~Lavender

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nikus3000 · 8 years

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There are days when I think “drawing anatomy isn’t that bad... yeah, it’s fun” TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY.

So I decided that whenever I won’t feel like trying to draw proper anatomy I’ll draw crap like THIS >:O THIS will stop my art blocks!

#Junkrat #overwatch #look at this #His arm is wider than his waist #I DONT CARE #huhuhuhu

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Kiwame Part 1

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Saniwa often partook in swordsmanship practice early in the morning while most of the citadel slept. To understand the efforts and strain of the sword warriors they believed iaido to be a necessary practice.

Hasabe had mixed feelings on the practice. On one hand he was delighted to have their master so dedicated to their well-being that they were willing to learn some of what they experienced as warriors. On the other, the possibility of their master getting hurt or actually having to wield a weapon in self-defense drove him to the brink of madness with worry.

Their activity wasn’t exactly a secret to the sword warriors, but it was one thing to know and another to witness, so they practiced in secrecy. On some occasion one of the early to rise swords or a warrior who had neglected their sleep would find them practicing and assist them in their solitary training.

The Time Retrograde Army had been condemningly silent. After a particularly grueling battle almost a whole month ago, the enemy had been defeated and everything on their end went silent. There was no formal notice of surrender nor was there any evidence of their presence. Everyone was on edge as they waited like tensed predators for the call to action.

On this particular morning the sage smoothly practiced with the tanto, a protective dagger worn by the user for self-defense. The forms stopped when they recognized footsteps heading toward the dojo. They bore weight, more than a tanto but not enough to be a tachi, so not one of the spears or the odachi. An uchigatana. Not that that estimation really narrowed it down, there were at least ten uchigatana living in the citadel at the moment.

The steps were accompanied by the soft hiss of fabric scraping together; they could almost discern the type of material by the sound it made. Perhaps they were looking at the wrong clues. Who on earth would even be awake this early in the morning unless they had to? Quite a few of the swords had nightmares, that was a good enough reason to be up this early in their book.

Saniwa tightened the ties on their sleeves, sheathed the tanto, and scurried over to the entrance to see who it was. Thankfully the sword warrior was not at all startled by their sudden appearance and blinked down at them.

“Oh, master. What are you up to?” Sengo looked at the room then took special notice of the tanto tucked into the belt of their training uniform. A smile curled on his lips as he patted her head. “I see then. How diligent of you. Keep up the good work.” He tried to leave, but the saniwa grabbed his arm and very gently tugged him into the dojo.

“Hoh? You want me to watch?”

They shook their head and pointed at their chest. Their hands started moving, making signs that indicated that the sword warrior should instead join them. No one was quite clear on exactly how they understood these hand gestures, but considering their master never made a sound they didn’t find themselves questioning it.

“Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” Try as he might to joke about the legendary curses of the Muramasa blades and brush them off, there were still some things that bothered him.

They smiled and made another sign. “It will be fine.”

He pursed his lips, his head tilting to the left as he examined them.

They took off and turned around only once to sign something at him, a line he himself had uttered in that training hall before. “I won’t bite, you know.”

“Huhuhuhu. Bold.” He followed their example and drew his blade, starting off a good distance and allowing his master to approach first.

The saniwa was clumsy on their feet and stumbled every so often. He could easily deflect their attacks, but there was a certain cuteness to their determination. They reminded him of sparring with the tanto children, in particular the pink haired child Akita. They gave it their all, not at all minding that he was going easy on them.

Sengo found himself chuckling lightly at their almost desperate attempts to one up him. Hit after hit easily deflected, their steps never coming too close to one another. This was a light exercise, not a serious bout.

Just as his sword turned to deflect a blow, several young tantous could be heard squealing past the training hall. The sound startled him and his grip on the sword tightened, causing its angle to change ever so slightly and miss the short blade moving to meet it.

His eyes widened as he drew the blade back, but it was too late. Two long red lines leaked their liquid down the chest and shoulder of the saniwa’s gi. He stepped back in abject horror as they fell to their knees and dropped the tanto, holding their chest and shoulder. He couldn’t tell how deep the cut was, he only saw his master stooped over. And blood; blood on their gi and his sword.

His sword fell with a loud clatter and he took gentle hold of their shoulders with shaking hands. “Let me see.”

Let him see? Then what was he supposed to do?

Thankfully the noise attracted the tantous and the others who’d been walking with them to prepare the morning meal. Someone – he was later told it was kousetsu – managed to calm the saniwa enough to pull the top of the gi apart and examine the wound.

“It does not look deep.” He announced in relief, giving the cloth one more gentle tug to examine the wound and make sure.

The saniwa winced audibly. The first time their master had ever made a sound and it was to express pain.

Air couldn’t get into Sengo’s lungs fast enough. His hands shook violently, his legs turned to lead posts that kept him there. Someone turned and spoke to him, he realized. When he didn’t answer, all eyes were on him. They felt accusing and rightfully so. What had he done? He’d just injured their master!

He . . . he had to get out. He had to get out now!

He took one, two steps back and before he even knew what he was doing he ran from the training hall. He ran out of the citadel, through and past the fields. He ran and ran until his legs just gave out. His hands still shook, he could feel a sharp pain in his chest. His whole body felt numb, the edges of his sight turned dark. He’d done the one thing a sword must never do. He had hurt his master!

Part 2 || Chapter List

#touken ranbu #sengo muramasa #saniwa #fan fiction #fanfiction #touken ranbu fanfiction #May or may not continue this based on the response I get so if you like it i beg you to share.#my stories

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