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imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend · 2 years

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 5: Wrecked

@thatbritishactor made me super excited to post again so here you are, babes:)

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: Someone gets handsy with the reader in the bar and Billy steps in...

Warnings: swearing, minor mention of masturbation, violence

Words: 2.2k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 4

He beat you to it. You checked your phone when it chimed and saw Billy’s name on the screen.

1:15pm Is it too much to ask if I want to see you today?

1:15pm I was about to text you, so no, I wouldn't say it’s too much :)

1:20pm Can I buy you a coffee?

1:21pm I’ll meet you for a coffee, but you’re not buying it for me

1:22 pm Fine :)

His use of an emoticon made you smile.

He sent you the address and that he’d see you in 45 min.

You threw on some jeans instead of your sweats and swapped your old college t-shirt for a plain white one. You put on some mascara and grabbed your cargo jacket.

Billy had picked a coffee shop that was close enough for you to walk to. You were still a little tired, coming out of your rotation, so coffee was the perfect date. You wanted to buy some groceries but that could wait until after you saw Billy.

He was waiting for you again. He was dressed in a suit, not casual like he was last night. It shouldn’t have been legal for him to look so good both ways.

“Hi.” You smiled when you were in front of him.

“Hi.” He smiled back.

You debated it for a second, then stood on your toes and pecked him on the cheek.

His eyes were sparkling when you pulled back.

“It’s nice to see you.” You said shyly. Why did he always make your heart race?

“Glad to hear it,” he said in a smooth voice.

You ordered a cappuccino in a cute mug and it had a cute design in the froth and a croissant. Billy refrained from paying for your order when you shot him a look and got a black coffee in a paper cup.

“So, you’re working today?” you asked casually as you settled into your seat.

Billy sat across from you and leaned back in his chair with his arm stretched out to rest on the back of the chair beside him. “Yeah. But I'm in between meetings and I wanted to see you.”

You blushed. “That’s really sweet. I’m glad to hear that.” You took a sip of your cappuccino.

Billy’s coffee cup hovered at his lips before he brought it down. “I want you to get to know me, Y/N.”

His comment made you feel guilty. You looked down at the now distorted leaf on your milk froth. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly.

“You don’t need to apologize, little lady.” The deepness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“I feel like I do. I gave you very much the wrong impression, snatching you up at the hospital like that, then telling you I’m not ready-”

“Y/N,” Billy interrupted, “I was honest when I said I wanted to get to know you, too. You really do intrigue me.”

You peeked up at him.

“But trust me, I’m game whenever you are. Doesn’t matter when.” He gave you a sultry wink before taking a sip of his drink.

“You shouldn’t have to wait for me.”

“Oh, darlin’. I know I don’t have to. I want to. I really want to.” He captured his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your cheeks burned hot. “Maybe I should have gotten an iced coffee.” You murmured absently.

Billy laughed. Oh, he had a wonderful laugh.

***

After a few more weeks of casual dates and a few make out sessions, you felt like you were ready. Well, you wanted Billy again. Bad. You’d noticed little things about him that made you squeeze your thighs together.

The way his fingers smoothed over his beard or ran through his hair. The way his tongue wet his bottom lip. How the corner of his mouth tilted up when he smirked. The sparkle in his eyes when he smiled at you.

Well, that last one made your heart flutter. He made you feel happy, content, warm.

Tonight, you were meeting for drinks again at that bar he invited you to for your “first” date. You were going to invite him up this time, and you wanted to finally claim him. You were going to let him claim you.

Billy was at the same table he was the first time. He got that sparkle in his eyes when he saw you walking toward him.

He stood up when you approached and you reached to cup the back of his neck and stood on your toes to plant a steady kiss on his lips.

His hands found your hips and he tugged your body to his.

You hummed pleasantly against his lips before he finally let you pull away.

“Hi.” You murmured, slightly breathless from your kiss.

“Hi. You look amazing.”

“So do you.” He looked so handsome in his cashmere grey sweater.

“I ordered your drink.”

You saw the glass of red liquid with the sparkle of ice inside, across from his bottle of beer. You knew it wasn’t smart to let guys get your drinks without you being there, but you knew Billy. He wasn’t a guy like that. “Thanks, Billy.”

“My pleasure, little lady.”

You hadn’t seen him since before your last rotation, which you just ended, so you had a bit to catch up on.

After three vodka crans you needed to pee, so you excused yourself and quickly used the washroom. Like the bar itself, it was quite fancy. After relieving yourself, you fluffed your hair and wiped a small smudge of mascara from under your eye before you left to head back to Billy.

Before you could get very far, you were stopped by someone. He put his hand on the doorframe to the hallway that led to the washrooms, preventing you from continuing back to your table.

You looked up at him, startled. “Uh, excuse me.”

“Hey, gorgeous. Lookin’ fine tonight,” he drawled.

You blankly stared at this guy. Surely, he had seen you sitting with Billy. The guy had blond hair, a sandy shade. It was a little too long, but that was typical for guys around your age.

“Uh, thanks. If you’ll excuse me.” You ducked under his arm and brushed past him.

You felt his hand close around your upper arm. “Hey, girl, I’m talkin’ to you.” He said abrasively.

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you. Let me go.” You tried to pull yourself away, the pleasant buzz from the alcohol fading away.

There was a blur and all of a sudden, your arm was released and you were looking at Billy pressing the douchebag against the wall with his forearm at his throat. Billy’s other hand fisted Douchebag’s shirt at his collar. Douchebag’s eyes bulged out of his head at his predicament.

“I don’t think she wanted to talk to you, and I think you were being very rude.” Billy growled.

“Okay man, sorry. Didn’t know she had a boyfriend.” He raised his hands in the air.

“Doesn’t matter if she does or doesn’t, you keep your fucking hands to yourself.” Billy’s voice seethed with venom. You felt a shiver down your spine.

“Okay, okay,” Douchebag said. Billy didn’t let him go.

His eyes were so dark, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You stepped forward and gently placed your hand on Billy's ribs.

“Let’s just go.” You said, looking up at his face. He didn’t look at you. You took hold of his arm. “Please,” you urged.

He released the jerk suddenly and turned around.

“Fucking psycho,” the guy said, rubbing his throat. He saw you watching him. “Hey, take your bitch with you.”

Billy whirled around and his fist collided with Douchebag’s face. You watched in horror as you heard the crack and saw red stream from his nose.

“What the fuck, you broke my nose!”

“Next time keep your fucking mouth shut, too.” Billy said viciously.

The guy just hunched over pathetically, holding the heel of his hand under his nose.

Billy took your hand and pulled you away. His grip on your hand was tight, but it didn’t hurt. You felt warmth blooming in your chest. He led you back to your table, grabbed your jacket for you and threw some bills on the table. He didn’t say anything until you were outside of the bar.

You stared up at him with what you could only guess were doe eyes.

He sighed and cradled the back of your head to bring your forehead to his lips. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I couldn’t stop myself. As soon as I saw him grab you... No one touches you or talks to you like that and gets away with it.”

He hung your jacket around your shoulders as you continued looking at his face. He ran his hands through his hair, averting his eyes from yours.

“Can you just take me home, please?” You clutched at the neck of your jacket.

He nodded. He took out his phone and messaged his driver, who arrived at the curb shortly after.

Billy opened the door for you and you got in quietly. You were silent on the way home, different thoughts and feelings swirling through your head and heart.

Billy only broke the silence when the car stopped outside your building. “Y/N, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it that far.”

You silenced him with a kiss, fisting the front of his sweater and pulling his face to yours.

He was so surprised that his entire body went stiff, but you only pressed yourself closer to him.

“Will you come up with me?” You asked breathlessly when you finally pulled away.

Billy cupped your face and his eyes darted back and forth between yours. He nodded, his face almost too serious, brows drawn together.

You didn’t say anything else as you unbuckled your seatbelt and hurriedly got out of the car. You heard the other car door shut and you looked over your shoulder at Billy. He looked reserved, somehow.

You put your hand out for him to take, and he did. His face relaxed. You pulled him in the building and into one of the elevators.

You pushed the button to your floor. You turned and watched Billy standing in the middle of the elevator. He was watching you carefully.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him.

“Aren’t we going to talk about what happened at the bar?”

You blinked. “We can if you want.”

“I mean... don’t you want to?” He seemed stunned at how you were responding to this.

You shrugged. You saw his reddened knuckles and took his hand to kiss them. You heard the breath get trapped in his throat. “You probably didn’t need to break his nose, but I appreciate you protecting me like that. Even though I think I would have been okay.”

His fingers closed around yours. “I’m sorry.” He murmured.

“It’s okay, Billy. I mean it.” You said softly.

He pulled you into his arms and he leaned in to kiss you, but the elevator dinged and the doors opened. You tugged him into the hallway and down to your door. You searched your purse for your keys and almost fumbled with them as you went to unlock the door, refusing to let Billy go. You pulled him in and closed the door. You let him go and locked the door. Billy put his hands on your shoulders and pressed his lips to the back of your head.

You turned around and bit your lip, looking up at him. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your jacket. Billy took off his shoes, too.

“Do you want some ice for your hand?” You asked absently, staring into his eyes.

“No, baby girl. I want you.” He said lowly.

“I want you, too.” You breathed, stepping up to him and throwing your arms around his neck.

His hands found your ass and he gave it a squeeze as he kissed you. You let out a satisfied hum.

“I feel like I’ve been waiting an eternity to hear you like that again,” he said.

“Waiting makes it so much better,” you said breathlessly.

Billy chuckled. “I fucking hope so.”

You grinned and grabbed him by the hand to lead him to your bedroom. He snatched you up when you entered the room, hands on your ass again, and lay you on the bed. He pushed his weight against you, and you exhaled harshly.

“Do you even know how sexy you are?” He asked, kissing a path down your jaw. “Do you know how many times I’ve had my hand wrapped around my cock, thinking of the chance to be with you again?”

“Billy,” you whined.

“I’ve wanted you every time I saw you, little lady.”

“I have too, I want you to know that.” You felt like you needed to say that. Let him know that the longing was very mutual.

“Making me wait, I think you’re right.” He shook his head, looking down at you. “I think I’m going to wreck you, baby girl.”

Author’s note: Sorry to leave you there, in horny jail. Let me know if you want to be tagged? I can try that out if anyone is interested. I think my asks are open now :)

Chapter 6

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

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knightofameris · 4 years

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karasuno’s mixtapes (pt. i)

✎ ameris’ notes. i wanted to create some playlists that the karasuno team might listen to. each one is specialized for each character!! along with my thoughts owo and these are all japanese songs that i’ve listened to!

YouTube + Spotify links included; not all songs are on Youtube and not all songs are on Spotify ):

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it!! Also,,, the spotify QR code kinda look ugly on these headers so i took them off,,, but if it’s easier for anyone i’ll put them back on and replace the current ones

i am also personally going to fight tumblr for not letting this show up in the tags. i’ll keep this one up for now.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ⇾ Tsukishima Kei, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shouyou, Yamaguchi Tadashi

Part 2 (includes the rest of Karasuno) 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

【 artist || title (romaji/translation of title) 】 ⇽ track organization ☆ ⇽ personal favorites

link to post w/ all separate playlists

I feel like with how much he always has those headphones on, he probably has a range of music. From pop, indie, alternative, etc. He probably doesn’t really care much about lyrics and the meaning, though I don’t think he’d really vibe with songs that are explicit, as in sex lol, unless it’s something that’s more abstract yknow. He’s also not opposed to them either though. Just not preferred? I think if they just have a good beat or the melody fits with his current vibes at the time it’ll work. It’s funny that I don’t really write for Tsukki that much but I wanted to make his playlist first.

I think he has different playlists for what he’s doing at the time. If he’s on his way to school, and Yamaguchi isn’t with him, he’s probably listening to something upbeat to wake himself up. After practice on his way home, he’s probably listening to something chill to just relax after grueling practice.

Definitely has music based on his moods. I also feel like he has a preference towards indie music?? I have no clue why but I just feel like he does. He also probably has a few artists he keeps an eye on for when they have new releases but he isn’t obsessed with just one artist (Indigo la End is one of the artists I think he’d like). There are definitely songs on here he’d rather die than have his team know he listens to, Yuwakuno Party being one of them.

Out of the entire team, I think you’d be better off asking Tsukki (or Suga) for song recs. But it’s only a matter of whether or not he’ll give you them.

Track No. 01: 【 Indigo la End || 楽園 (Rakuen) 】 Track No. 02: 【 Indigo la End || チューリップ (Tulip) 】 ☆ Track No. 03: 【 Official髭男dism (Official HIGE DANdism) || Clap Clap 】 Track No. 04: 【 Shiggy Jr. || Yuwakuno Party 】 Track No. 05: 【 Shin Rizumu || Kanojo No Camera 】 Track No. 06: 【 KEYTALK || Sympathy 】 Track No. 07: 【 DADARAY || 誰かがキスをした (Dareka ga Kiss woshita) 】 Track No. 08: 【 frederic || Oddloop 】 Track No. 09: 【 Lucie,Too || Lucky 】 Track No. 10: 【 Aimer || Katamoi 】☆

He probably listens to either hip hop, pop, rock, or the cute love songs (sad/angst or the good one’s he likes both). LOL Not that love is it’s own genre it’s just, they’re good. He likes it, any type of genre. Of course, whenever he’s the DJ for the day, he makes sure he doesn’t play cute love songs, cus he’s got an image to uphold, ya know?

I ALSO feel like he likes rap music? My friend and I were talking about that so like owo I think he and Noya have the same music tastes as well but I’ll probably only put one or two songs that are the same for either.

He doesn’t organize his playlists very well. I’m sorry. I just feel like he doesn’t?? But he knows which playlists are for what. They definitely range from playlists he listens to when he thinks about Kiyoko (or you heheh) to whichever he wants to listen to and that one playlist somehow has the songs, and the only songs he wants to listen to at that moment. Actually, there should be a correction, it’s not organized well to people who look at his playlists but it’s organized to himself.

I also think he’s a big fan of JPOP groups. I think he’d probably be a fan of Nogizaka46, and this is where he and Noya will probably have a disagreement (but they still listen to the other’s favorite jpop group because its still good music ya know). Sad uwu

Track No. 01: 【 RHYMESTER || After 6 】 ☆ Track No. 02: 【 TENDOUJI || Killing Heads 】 Track No. 03: 【 BREIMEN || IWBYL 】 Track No. 04: 【神山羊 (or Yoh Kamiyama) || YELLOW 】 ☆ Track No. 05: 【 Nogizaka46 || Influencer 】 Track No. 06: 【 AKB48 || 失恋、ありがとう(Shitsuren, Arigatou) 】* Track No. 07: 【ぼくのりりっくのぼうよみ (Boku no Lyric no Bōyomi) || 輪廻転生 (Rinne tensei or aka Reincarnation) 】 Track No. 08: 【 YonYon, SIRUP || 選択 (Mirror) 】 Track No. 09: 【鈴木麻美子 (Suzuki Mamiko) || Blue 】 ☆ Track No. 10: 【 SEEDA || Daydreaming (ft. 16FLIP) 】

*(not on Spotify, added a cover instead)

I feel like Noya listens to pop, rock, indie, and like Tanaka the cute love songs and rap songs :3c. I want to say that Noya’s the one that finds the various love songs and gives Tanaka the recommendations. The song genre I think that was playing during that one episode where Ukai had videos of everyone and it was Nishinoya’s video, I think that was rock?? So that’s where the whole rock genre comes from anyway so lol.

In terms of a JPOP group I think he’s a fan of, it’d be AKB48 who are rivals with Nogizaka46 lul. And look, I want to say when I was researching into the music culture in Japan, it’s usually the girls that are fans of JPOP groups? But, I feel like Tanaka and Noya would be fans of them ;-;

I think Noya either organizes his playlists like in a keyboard smash all caps, and only he knows, or there’s just a bunch of playlists that are like “new Playlist” or whatever the defaults are loool.

Track No. 01: 【 BREIMEN || IWBYL 】 Track No. 02: 【 E ve || あの娘シークレット (The Secret About That Girl or aka Anoko Secret) 】 ☆ Track No. 03: 【 E ve || 心予報 (Heart Forecast or aka Kokoroyohou) 】 Track No. 04: 【 Saucy Dog || いつか (Itsuka) 】 ☆ Track No. 05: 【 AKB48 || 恋するフォーチュンクッキー (Fortune Cookie in Love) 】* Track No. 06: 【 KID FRESINO || Cats & Dogs (feat. カネコアヤノ) 】 Track No. 07: 【 THE BACK HORN || ハナレバナレ (hanarebanare) 】 Track No. 08: 【 Friday Night Plans || Plastic Love (cover) 】 Track No. 09: 【 eill || HUSH -MONJOE REMIX- feat. Kick a Show 】 Track No. 10: 【 Monkey Majik + m-flo || Picture Perfect 】**

*(not on Spotify, no track on there, if someone found a cover or anything lmk) **(collab between the two artists)

Suga doesn’t really care which kind of songs he listens to. He likes them all. I feel like he leans towards “softer” songs, whatever that means, though I tried putting in a range of songs for this mixtape. Maybe I’m projecting here because I love Suga and I see a lot of myself in him, but he just likes the chill music. Which is funny because of how feral he could be. He definitely has songs he listens to that are more upbeat though. I also think he likes rap. But like I said, I don’t think he really has a preference of what genre of songs he listens to.

He has multiple playlists, from what he’s feeling mood, what activity he’s doing (working out, homework, cooking, etc.), to just what he wants to listen to at the time. Which means that playlists changes a lot because of how much he deletes and adds so he can have “atm vibes”. I think he also gives them funny names, maybe throwing in emoticons so some people don’t know what playlist is for what but he does!

I think Suga would give great music recs too. He has range so he can give anything for any genre. I think out of everyone here, Suga has to be the best DJ. He just knows what songs to play that fits best with the group and the vibe that’s going on.

Track No. 01: 【 mabanua || Blurred 】 Track No. 02: 【 Saucy Dog || いつか (Itsuka) 】 ☆ Track No. 03: 【 I Don’t Like Mondays. || LEMONADE 】 Track No. 04: 【 Indigo la End || 小粋なバイバイ (Koikinabyebye) 】 Track No. 05: 【 DADARAY || イキツクシ (Ikitsukushi) 】 Track No. 06: 【ビッケブランカ (Vickeblanka) || WALK (long ver.) 】 Track No. 07: 【ゲスの極み乙女。(Gesu no Kiwami Otome) || シアワセ林檎 (shiawaseringo) 】 Track No. 08: 【 Lucky Tapes || レイディ・ブルース (Lady Blues) 】 Track No. 09: 【 Polkadot Stingray || Ichidaiji 】 Track No. 10: 【 DAOKO || Tokyo-Kick-Ass 】 ☆*

*Spotify ONLY

OKAY so it’s already been confirmed that Hinata reads manga. I dunno how into it he is but I feel like it’s more lowkey than Tendo and also because I feel like he does spend more time with volleyball. But I also think he still does watch anime every now and then and his little sister probably watches a lot of Sailor Moon so he’s bound to have watched that too. Like that’s so cute I love sailor moon. If you don’t know what I’m trying to get at, I want to say that his playlist does consist of anime openings and endings. BECAUSE THEY’RE GOOD OKAY.

I also think maybe Vocaloid?? Like maybe he finds a few vocaloid songs because he found it through youtube recommend when he listened to anime openings and stuff. But otherwise, I think as he and his sister gets older he probably listens to what his sister does because sometimes he’s just too busy to find music (which is valid because I know my brother’s music that he plays and whenever I play something new all of a sudden it’s on his playlist, i’m also the younger one)? Or he listens to whatever is in passing (like what his friends listen to) or, again, anime openings and endings.

He probably kinda attempts to organize his playlists at first but eventually he gave up? So he probably just listens to whatever is on his library of songs and skips whatever songs he’s not feeling. If he does organize anything, it’s by songs from who recommended it or where he heard it from. Like anime songs, or songs heard from natsu, or suga, etc.

Track No. 01: 【 yama || Cream 】 Track No. 02: 【 uki3 || cutlery (self cover) 】 Track No. 03: 【 WhaleDontSleep || Osmanthus (feat. Ado) 】 Track No. 04: 【 KANA-BOON || スターマーカー (Starmaker) 】 Track No. 05: 【 KANA-BOON || Silhouette 】 Track No. 06: 【 RADWIMPS || Sparkle 】 Track No. 07: 【 DAOKO×米津玄師 || 打上花火 (Fireworks) 】 ☆ Track No. 08: 【 YOASOBI || Racing into the Night 】* Track No. 09: 【 D-51 || Brand New World 】 Track No. 10: 【 WhaleDontSleep || ねむるまち feat.yama (Sleeping Town) 】 ☆

*(not on Spotify, added a cover (?) instead)

IS IT BAD THAT I THINK YAMAGUCHI WOULD LISTEN TO SAD MUSIC??? LIKE Okay he probably has a few things he likes but some that stick out would be rock, indie, or indie rock. Like, he grew up with Tsukki they probably listen to the same music together ya know? So with that in mind, they have similar artists and genres in general I think. Yamaguchi listens to songs with good beats he can vibe to or those soft songs he can listen to when he’s like taking the train and going through the day wanting to chill or whatnot. He also probably names his playlists like “chill dayz,” “just want to vibe,” “!!!! kinda day,” etc. lol it’s pretty cute but also I felt that.

Track No. 01: 【 R Sound Design || flos 】 ☆ Track No. 02: 【 KEYTALK || Passion 】 Track No. 03: 【 Vaundy || 東京フラッシュ (Tokyo Flash) 】 ☆ Track No. 04: 【 the shes gone || 想いあい (omoiai) 】 Track No. 05: 【 SPiCYSOL || Mellow Yellow 】 Track No. 06: 【 Brian the Sun || 神曲 (Kamikyoku) 】 Track No. 07: 【 indigo la End || 緑の少女 (Midori No Shoujo) 】 Track No. 08: 【 Luck Life (ラックライフ) || 名前を呼ぶよ】 Track No. 09: 【 Official髭男dism (Official HIGE DANdism) || ノーダウト】 Track No. 10: 【 Kiro Akiyama || Caffeine 】 ☆

✎ ameris’ notes. Not all of these are mainstream in Japan but some of them are! I’m not too sure about a few cultural aspects (specifically for the popularity of Vocaloid or any other synthetic vocals within Japan) so this is my disclaimer that these are just songs I’ve found for this purpose or listen to that I think would suit these characters; either through what I see them listening to or if the song reminded me of them.

Also i didn’t know some of these songs/artists did anime openings/endings and etc. but at the same time i’m not surprised.

I mostly made these because I’ve been getting back into Japanese music, mostly indie, or alt. Or like indie rock or indie pop... We can tell where my taste in music is lol.

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hoshi x reader (university!au, strangers to lovers, fluff)

The first time you met Soonyoung was during the co-curricular fair during your first year of college. Soonyoung sat at a fold out table in the quad with three of his friends, music playing from a Bluetooth speaker and a big poster taped to the front of the table which simply read ‘DANCE CLUB,’ surrounded by hand-drawn emoticons. You thought it was a cute booth, and you thought he was a cute boy, but you nearly jumped out of your skin when he called out to get your attention.

You weren’t sure what clubs you were going to join, but you didn’t think you’d make for a good dancer — you’d only ever danced by yourself in your room, and one time at a school dance. But there was Soonyoung, calling out at ‘the girl in the blue cap,’ which you suddenly realized was you, imploring you to join. You attempted to conceal yourself in your jacket as you shook your head, mumbling an apology and waving as you wove your way deeper into the crowd, cheeks blazing.

You didn’t look back.

The next time you interacted with Soonyoung (beyond him smiling at you when you crossed paths, which you figured he did to everyone because he was just that friendly) was in a marketing class the two of you had together. You didn’t sit anywhere near Soonyoung, and for the first quarter of the semester nothing of consequence happened between you two.

Then there was the midterm assignment. Randomized partners, open-ended topic, all culminating in a twenty-five minute presentation given by the both of you.

You hated the waiting most of all. Sitting, listening to your professor call out what seemed to be everyone else’s name but your own, biting down on the inside of your cheek the longer you had to wait.

“Soonyoung and Y/N.” Your head snaps up, and suddenly Soonyoung is waving excitedly at you, motioning to the seat beside him with a big grin. With your heart beating a mile a minute you pack up your things and slip down the row to sit beside Soonyoung.

“Hi!” He greets. You manage a quiet reply, not sure why you feel so bashful in his bright presence. “Do you have any ideas for the project?”

“Um, well...” You pause, flipping a few pages back in your notebook. “We could always talk about social media’s impact on marketing… I know it’s simple, but maybe we could pick a specific platform and get some data about how marketing has developed there. Maybe Instagram?” You chance a look at Soonyoung out of the corner of your eye to find him still beaming at you, peering down into your notebook. His face is closer to yours than you expected, and his cheeks are bunched up in such an endearing way that you just want to pinch them. And just like that, as if you weren’t blushing enough as it is, you feel your cheeks heat up tenfold.

Suddenly, everyone starts packing up, and you close your notebook in a hurried manner,

“So, um, I’m free every afternoon—”

“How about tomorrow then? At 7 in the library?” You nod, caught off guard at how enthusiastic Soonyoung seems to be about this project. He’s never been active in class, and, to be honest, you were expecting him to drag his feet a bit more.

It’s 7:15, and you can’t keep yourself from biting at your lip, a mix of agitated and concerned that keeps you bouncing your knee as the minutes tick by. You’re close to just sending Soonyoung an email and ditching, but suddenly you catch sight of him jogging frantically between the shelves of books. You stand and wave to catch his attention, and he grins when he notices you, brushing his hair back from his face.

Upon closer inspection, you realize that his hair is damp, sticking up in a multitude of different directions.

“Hi, sorry,” he pants, somehow still looking chipper. “I let dance practice run late and I didn’t wanna come here all sweaty. But, I brought snacks to make up for it!” He drops a bag of gummy bears on the table between the two of you, eyes sparkling. You sink back into your seat, averting your gaze as a sense of guilt washes over you.

“The library has a no food policy,” you mumble, and all it takes is a glance to see that Soonyoung’s smile has dropped a bit.

“Oh.” There’s a pause, and all you can hear is the rhythmic clicking of other students' keyboards, until suddenly there’s a crinkling sound and the bag is once again in your vision.

“That’s fine, you just take them then! As an apology for me being late.”

When you look up, considering denying his offering, you can’t help but pause. His smile is as gummy as the candy he’s offering, his cheeks looking just as squishy and his eyes glittering with anticipation. You feel your heart skip a beat as you accept, slipping the bag into your backpack.

“Thanks, Soonyoung,” you whisper, and he laughs.

“You can call me Hoshi, if you want. All my friends do.” This, too, gives you pause, but you shake it off and return his smile — albeit shyly.

“Okay, Hoshi.” You turn back to your laptop, missing the way his ears turn red, and pull up the Google Doc and Slideshow you had made for the project.

“I went ahead and shared the project materials with you, did you get them?”

It’s then that you realize Hoshi isn’t the best with technology. He looks a little bit like a confused grandfather as he leans in towards his screen, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly ajar.

“Everything okay?” You ask, and he lets out a little whine.

“It won’t let me type anything.” You tilt your head, equally confused. You had given him editing access, hadn’t you?

“Let me see.” Hoshi not only turns his laptop to you, but moves to the seat beside you to see what you do. You let out a little laugh as soon as you realize what it is.

“Ah, you weren’t in editing mode.” You switch his system over, and Hoshi leans back in his seat with an embarrassed pout on his lips. To put it mildly, it’s adorable, and you’re not sure how you’re going to deal with looks like that if he’s always this bad with his laptop.

Despite that little obstacle, Hoshi is relatively prepared. He’d found a couple of sources that he had to dig around in his bookmarks to get to again, and he seemed genuinely interested in working hard. The two of you laid out the basics of your project, throwing little notes into the doc and talking through your points.

“I can make some infographics for the project,” you offer. “I can probably have them ready by this weekend.”

“Should we meet up on Sunday then?” He asks. “We can go to a coffee shop! My treat!”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupts, dark eyes sincere as one of his hands comes to rest reassuringly over your own. “You’ve been really helpful, and I’m not very good with technology so you’re going to end up doing a lot more than you should have to, so I want to make it up to you.”

Well, you don’t know how you’re supposed to say no to that when he’s smiling so cutely at you and his hand is on yours — so you don’t. You just nod and agree, before you both pack up your things. Hoshi carries your bag for you until the two of you part ways at the quad, him heading down to the house he rents with a few of his friends and you back to the dorms.

Later that night, as you’re checking your emails one last time before bed, you’re surprised to find a notification that Hoshi had made a relatively recent change to your Doc. You click to open it and can’t help but giggle at what you find.

I forgot to give you my number at the library!! (***)-***-***!!! ヽ(´▽`)/

You can’t help but think the emoticon looks just a little bit like him, and you fall asleep with a smile still lingering on your face. Kwon Soonyoung, you think, what a guy.

Hoshi texts you throughout the week — at first, just to ask questions about various little tech issues and what you think of the sources he’s found; you simply laugh when he asks you what font you like for the slideshow, but your best friend (who’s peeking over your shoulder) has a slightly different reaction.

“Oh my god,” she says. “He’s just coming up with random shit now!”

“Huh?”

“He’s just finding reasons to text you,” she continues, exasperated. “Like, fonts, seriously? He just wants to talk to you!” You shake your head, texting Hoshi that you don’t have a preference.

“No, he’s just bad with computers, that’s all. Besides, we barely know each other.” Your friend huffs.

“You’re oblivious.”

But as time goes by, you can’t really deny that he seems to be texting you about almost nothing. But you also can’t deny that you’re enjoying talking to him, with his excessive emoticons and use of exclamation points. Even when he’s distracting you from class, his messages leave a smile on your face.

And Hoshi is the King of Distractions. In fact, the next time you have class together, Hoshi repeatedly catches your eyes just to point at his phone to get you to check yours. You wonder how he’s been doing so well in class if he’s always like this, and so you mime back that he should take notes.

He pouts. It’s unfairly cute. He points at the phone again and you finally give in, rolling your eyes before tapping the screen.

You give him the most withering look of disbelief you can manage, and he only beams back at you like it’s the best thing he’s ever done in his life. You roll your eyes, but as you turn away you happen to glance at your phone again just in time to see his message before your screen fades to black.

Dork, you type back with a smile on your face. He’s just too cute to ignore. When you happen to glance up from your phone again, Hoshi is pouting more prominently than you’ve ever seen before. You try not to think it’s cute, try to keep from smiling, but you just can’t help it. It seems you just can’t help anything when it comes to him, at this rate.

Sunday comes and you’re less prepared than you’d like to admit. After sleeping through your alarm, you’d barely managed to remember to grab your laptop and charger to show Hoshi the infographics you were meeting to talk about before running out the door with your moisturizer barely slapped on. To say you were self-conscious entering the cafe, slightly winded and with stray hairs falling into your face from where you had it pulled back, would be an understatement.

You’re quick to find Hoshi, who is staring at you with his lips slightly parted, expression unreadable. The apologies burst from your mouth like a flood, barely pausing for a breath as you explain your morning situation.

“But don’t worry,” you say, plopping down onto the seat and smiling brightly at him as your laptop boots up. “The infographics are done!” Hoshi stares at you for a moment, that same expression from before still on his face before he shakes his head slightly and replaces it with a familiar smile.

“I’m sure they’re awesome,” he says, pushing his chair back. “Want anything? My treat.” It takes you a moment to decide on a pastry to go with your coffee, but his smile never once fades — he doesn’t seem even the slightest bit impatient, even as he goes to stand in line. At some point, he turns his head to try and catch your eye, and when he does he scrunches up his nose and smiles; you giggle and do your best to mimic his expression, and when you do he’s quick to turn away, but not before you see his cheeks turning pink. You wonder if he’s feeling alright.

He returns a moment later with both your coffees and two chocolate croissants on a plate. You push your laptop so he can see it and begin operating the mouse with one hand, taking your croissant in the other.

As is your usual tendency, you fall so far into explaining your work that you forget anything else — which is why you’re shocked to see Hoshi staring so intently at you and not the screen when you finally finish your spiel with a hopeful, “So?” He blinks rapidly, turning a little red again, before nodding enthusiastically at you.

“They look great!” He chirps, then takes a long drink of his coffee. You sigh in relief and do the same, turning your laptop back to yourself.

“Um, Y/N?” You hear him ask, and you lift your gaze from your screen.

“Hm?” Hoshi looks very determined, and although you don’t understand why, you realize it’s a very good look on him, one that leaves you feeling flustered.

“You have some chocolate on your face.” You immediately feel yourself turn red, and begin looking to see where the napkins are.

“Where?”

You feel a light touch on your chin, and Hoshi is suddenly leaning across the table towards you. His eyes are focused intently on your lips and it only makes you more self-conscious; your breath stalls in your chest.

“There,” he intones, his voice low as his thumb gently glides along the corner of your mouth. His gaze flicks up to meet yours, and you feel your heart skip a beat as a smile spreads across his face, “Perfect.”

Maybe his touch lingers, or maybe you’re just imagining things, but either way Hoshi sits back in his seat and goes back to munching on his croissant with no more than a light laugh, leaving you light-headed. You duck your head slightly, staring at your keyboard as you feel your face continue to burn, and wonder if you might still be asleep and dreaming.

If you are, you consider, you don’t really want to wake up.

Your best friend hits you with a pillow when you tell her about your café meeting with Hoshi.

“Hey!” You snap, swatting the pillow away from your face. “What was that for?” Your friend lets out a long-suffering groan and falls dramatically back onto your bed.

“I’ve failed you!” She wails, clutching the pillow to her chest. “A hot boy flirts with you and you don’t even notice!”

“I don’t know,” you say, plucking at a loose thread on your blanket. “Maybe it was nothing. It’s Hoshi, be realistic.” At the sudden quietness of your tone your friend lifts her head and fixes you with a glare.

“What exactly are you trying to say, Y/N?” You shift awkwardly beneath her gaze.

“Just… just that Hoshi is kinda out of my league, okay?” You’re not usually the type to think about leagues, but Hoshi has always seemed sort of untouchable to you, a polar opposite. He shines as bright as his nickname would imply and you tend to prefer not being noticed because it makes you anxious. The thought of Hoshi liking you feels a bit like Aphrodite liking Hephaestus, and you just can’t shake that little cloud of self-consciousness away.

“Y/N,” your friend says sternly, sitting up and forcing you to meet her eyes. “There is no reason for Kwon Soonyoung not to like you, and there is no reason you should reject him if you like him, too.” You press your lips into a thin line, frustrated that she’s making sense. Sometimes you really just want to be irrational and take the risk.

And you have a feeling that having your heart broken by Kwon Soonyoung is one hell of a risk to run.

The project goes much more smoothly than you previously expected, especially considering Hoshi’s schedule is as crazy as it is. You know that his club has an event coming up, so you try your best to keep the workload light on his end — not because you think he can’t handle it, but because he definitely seems to be pushing himself to the limit. His normally bright eyes seem duller when you catch him off guard, and the bags under his eyes are significantly heavier than before. Luckily, you’re both almost done with the whole thing after that long session in the cafe.

That doesn’t stop Hoshi from asking you about it after class one day. You barely notice him bounding up to you until he taps you on your shoulder, his face lit up in that familiar grin.

“Hey,” he chirps. “When should we meet to finish the project?” You can’t help but smile at him, and you lightly wave it off.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I can finish it up.” Suddenly, Hoshi stops in his tracks, gently pulling at your sleeve so that you do the same. His face is now set in a pout, which is undeniably cute but you swear you won’t fall for it this time.

“That’s not very fair,” he grumbles. You avert your gaze, nervously playing with some of your hair,

“Well, I mean, it’s just that you’re so busy—”

“And you aren’t?” He interrupts, and you look up at him.

“I don’t run a club with a showcase coming up,” you argue, and Hoshi huffs, entirely unconvinced. After a moment, however, his expression suddenly shifts to a smile.

“How about this,” he begins. “You come to the showcase, and then afterwards we can finish the project together!”

“Won’t you be tired?” He shakes his head immediately, the sparkle back in his eyes.

“I’d never be too tired for you.”

You nod without even thinking, and Hoshi is excitedly bounding off before you can even consider what his words might mean.

After telling your roommate about Hoshi’s ‘compromise,’ she screams at you for a few minutes about how oblivious you are before telling you she’s going to pick out your outfit for the showcase whether you want her to or not. By the time the showcase has actually rolled around, you realize you actually do want her to figure out your outfit because suddenly you feel like you have nothing to wear.

However, she dresses you pretty simply. She shoves you into a cold shoulder style sweater you rarely ever wear and what she knows are your favorite jeans. She points to various shades of eyeshadow and has you apply it and your lip tint yourself, and as you stand in front of the mirror looking basically the same as always, you can’t help but look at her in confusion.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask, and she playfully shoves your shoulder.

“He already likes you, idiot. How you dress doesn’t really matter, I just knew you were gonna overthink it so I chose for you.” You stick your tongue out at her, annoyed at how well she knows you but grateful, nonetheless, that she’s helped you out so much. She even agrees to go to the showcase with you for moral support, since she knows you aren’t really into crowds.

The downside is that she isn’t above elbowing her way through the crowd to make sure you’re directly in front of the stage, where you and Hoshi will have a very clear view of one another. She stands beside you, squished so close that your arms brush together, and as the stage goes dark and the crowd falls silent you find yourself grabbing at her hand out of nervousness. She laughs at your antics but gives your fingers a reassuring squeeze.

A spotlight falls upon the stage, where Hoshi and the other three boys in his unit are lying on the floor in a pile, somehow still managing to look elegant. You bite down hard onto your lip the moment the music starts, and even though Hoshi isn’t the first to move you can’t seem to take your eyes off of him. This is Hoshi, you realize, so much fiercer than the tired, goofy boy you see in class. Someone has done his makeup, the eyeshadow smoked out into a dramatic wing that contrasts his pristine white clothing.

And then suddenly you realize they’re singing. All four of them, and you swear Soonyoung’s gaze catches yours right as he begins the first chorus and you’re ready to die, you are, holy shit—

Your mind falls completely blank from then on, and you only come to again when the lights fall and the crowd erupts into applause. Your best friend yanks her hand out of your grasp to clap along with them, and you do so as well, blinking rapidly to clear your mind. She gives you a teasing look and you don’t bother to sass her; you don’t have the brain power to say anything at all.

A few more members of the dance club perform, but Hoshi doesn’t come on stage again until the fourth song. This time, he and the three other boys are dressed in all black, and you realize with sudden and extreme force that Soonyoung’s shirt is mesh. You think of all the times you’ve seen him in baggy sweaters and t-shirts, looking comfortable and cozy and overall like a great cuddler — you hadn’t ever considered he would have abs, even though you probably should have given his dancing regimen. You can feel your best friend’s elbow nudging your side, but you’re too laser-focused on Soonyoung to give her even a sliver of your attention.

You don’t think you’ve ever been mad that a person looks sexy before. First time for everything.

When the performance ends, you’re shocked to find Hoshi’s gaze locked with yours. A shiver runs down your spine at the intensity of his gaze, and although you know you’re blushing you can’t bring yourself to look away until the lights fall once more, plunging you into darkness. You can hardly hear the applause over the thundering of your heart in your ears, and as people begin gathering their belongings and moving to the back of the auditorium space, your best friend takes hold of your arm excitedly.

“Okay, we have to go backstage!”

That snaps you out of it.

“What? No!” You shake your head wildly, but your best friend merely continues to smile. “Most of the crew has no clue who we are, we can’t just walk backstage—”

“Well we can’t just leave after all that,” she retorts, smirking devilishly. You cover your cheeks with your hands, hoping to quell the raging blush.

“I hate you,” you grumble, squeezing your eyes shut. “Why can’t we just wait here, or—?”

“Y/N!” Your eyes snap open, and you find that your best friend is now gazing past you, towards the doors you know lead backstage.

“Oh my God,” you breathe, barely audible, but your anxious response goes ignored as your best friend waves to Hoshi excitedly.

“Hey Hoshi! Great job tonight, is Minghao back there still?” She’s standing before he even answers her question, and you’re pretty sure she would’ve walked away regardless of if Minghao was around or not. You curse yourself for forgetting that the two are lab partners. As she walks away, you take a deep, calming breath, and fix a smile to your face. When you turn, Soonyoung is already standing in front of you, dressed in a plain black shirt and sweats with just his familiar smile on his face.

“Hey,” he greets, beaming. You feel your heart skip a beat.

“Hi.” Why does your voice sound so small? “You did great, but I’m sure you know that already.” He laughs, eyes sparkling in excitement.

“I do, but it’s still nice to hear you say it,” he replies, looking extremely pleased as you feel the blush rising high on your cheeks once again. You find yourself rendered speechless, thinking of the intensity of his eyes when they met yours on stage. Thankfully, he’s the first to break the silence, smiling fondly down at you in your seat.

“I was gonna go for bubble tea. Do you wanna come with? My treat.” Looking up into his bright, smiling eyes, you wonder how you could ever say no.

“Sure, let me just text my roommate and let her know.”

The bubble tea place Hoshi takes you to is only a few minutes’ walk from campus, and the majority of that journey is passed in amicable silence. You keep sneaking glances at Hoshi, although each time you do it makes you flustered and you ought to be avoiding that kind of situation. True to his word, when you get to the shop he pays for both of your orders before you can say a thing. As you leave the shop, preferring to walk back towards campus while the weather is nice, you find yourself breaking the silence,

“If you keep treating me like this, I’ll never be able to repay you.” You look up at him with a pout, but he just responds with his usual good humor, gently nudging you with his elbow.

“Who said anything about repaying me?” He asks. “You deserve to be treated to things, anyways.” You let out a sigh as he sips on his drink, running a hand through your hair.

“But I feel bad. I’ve hardly done anything for you since we met.” Hoshi hums, glancing at you thoughtfully for a moment before replying.

“You could repay me by going on a date with me,” he says, so casually that you nearly choke on a tapioca pearl. Thankfully, you manage to wash it down with a sip of tea, though looking into Soonyoung’s serious, star-filled gaze makes you feel just as breathless as any coughing fit would have.

“I—” He waits patiently on your response, standing before you on the sidewalk, the gentle breeze ruffling his hair. “Wouldn’t you still be paying, then?”

For a moment, in the silence that falls after your response, you worry that you’ve ruined it all. And then, true to his nature, he breaks into laughter, running a hand through his hair. As his face tilts slightly towards the streetlight, you realize he’s blushing — just as nervous as you are — and can’t help but smile.

“Ah, that’s a good point,” he says, sighing. He fixes you with a playful grin, “But maybe I should just keep you in debt to me.” You laugh and playfully prod his shoulder, stepping closer to him.

“Or,” you reply, slowly looking up to meet his gaze, hoping your confidence holds. “Maybe, once we ace this project, I could take you on a date.” Somehow, his eyes seem to sparkle even brighter once he hears your response, and the smile that splits across his face is blinding.

“Deal,” he says, softly, gaze falling to your lips.

As you find the burst of confidence to close the gap between the two of you, you find yourself wondering if you’ll be able to wait until the project is finished to treat Soonyoung to that date. When he smiles against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and inadvertently pressing his cup of tea into your side, causing you to shiver and melt further into his embrace, you realize that the answer to that is no.

And you couldn’t be happier.

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oceangel · 3 years

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anyway i am simply thinking about how each of my ocs would text... This ended up being a super long post so I’ll put it under the cut to save your dash

Willow would use a bunch of exclamation points like !!!! and uses caps a lot but not all the time yknow? shes just excitable and can show that in text v well :o)

oliver would text in all caps bc he likes how it looks better but gets confused when someone asks why hes yelling when theyre literally not -_- thats dumb you cant even hear what theyre typing out loud.

Harper would use these little squigglies ‘~’ at the end of her sentences a lot and use emoticons but with one eye bc she has one eye :) like she would type : “oh?~ >O) 💗”

i think cecelia would use a lot of ellipses.. like this....... she does take her time talking irl...... that or she would type very prim and proper with correct punctuation, spelling and “flowery” big words. idk ! I feel like she would learn how to operate technology from harper bc she wouldn’t want Cecelia being a “boring lame-o” around her when she doesn’t know what she’s referencing DMSFLK

Felix would also use proper spelling and punctuation with full stops. however he tends to be very “blunt” texting very short phrases/sentences but its just that he doesn’t want to strain his eyes looking at the screen for long periods of time. i think he would have his phone text slightly big as well just to make it easier for him. He texts “Ok.” but that doesnt mean he’s mad or anything literally he just means ok :o)

Clover would be more casual, she would use exclamation points as well but not as many as willow, she seems very very friendly and bubbly over text :)!! she also uses emojis freely she likes the sparkle emoji and the blue heart the most as well as the butterfly and clover emoji 💙✨🦋🍀 I feel she would have her name in Felix’s phone as “Clover 💙✨” or with any combo of emojis ehehe

Tony would make a lot of typos but like , he just thinks the keyboard on the phone is too small for his thumbs :/ you can still understand him though autocorrect helps... he would also use lots of exclamation points like willow but not use caps that often (only when he’s REALLY excited) he would also use XD and X3 unironically as well as :33 (the two mouth one more often than the one mouth version)

Gloria would use the cute little text emoticons like ^_^ and (●'◡'●) whenever she can, she’ll also add in heart emojis/emoticons at the end of her sentences just to make it sound more loving :o)

#jay the zaptrap #willow #oliver #harper #cecelia #felix #clover #tony #gloria #this is so long i just have many thoughts abt most of my ocs

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - A little madness

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 8 | Part 9 A little madness | Part 10 >

Disclaimer: some strong language, mention of heavy drinking, bachelorette

Author’s note: Ever sent a drunk text? I did, and girl was it interpreted the wrong way...*woops*

Word count: 1.912

(Link to my Masterlist)

Dear readers,

I am glad to inform you that my on-going attempts at becoming a published novella writer are finally starting to pay off. I cannot blab just yet, but oh my dear I AM SO EXCITED! Everything is so exciting! Life is exciting!

After years of hardship, toil and pure struggle as I crawled through the thick mud of adult life, I can finally see the well defined sparkle of hope on the horizon. Dramatic much? Maybe a little. But also; perhaps, just maybe, I can make one of my dreams come true. And for the hell of it, maybe even more!

Now you may wonder why I am so particularly enthusiastic today. Is it the London air? The existence of chocolate cake? Or perhaps the knowledge that I can make things happen in my life, if I set my mind to it? I think it might just be all of the aforementioned.

My cake baking nan had a simple saying: “Nothing just happens, until I make it so.”

So, dear reader, here I am, making it so.

I hope you have a most wonderful weekend my fellow dream-catching souls.

Ali

‘Ali!! Over here!’ Maddie waved at me from across the busy lunch room, the Jersey seaside casting a warm, salty morning glow through the high paned windows. I waved back at her and weaved my way through the room until I could sink down on one of the chairs with a relieved sigh, my face turning to receive her enthused greeting kisses.

‘Hi Mads.’ I grinned at her teethy smile. ‘You are.. glowing!’ She pointed out, her pearly whites so very straight and shiny that she could probably star in one of those toothpaste commercials.

‘Oh, it’s probably because I went for a run this morning.’ I brushed my hand over my cheek, to check if I was feeling hot - nope.

’Naa...’ She shook her head. ‘It’s definitely not that.’ She reached for her cup of tea as a waiter appeared at our table, my order quick and simple: tea, no milk, no sugar.

Turning back towards Maddie I was welcomed with a knowing raised eyebrow. I sighed. ‘Fine..yes..I’m kind of dating Henry.’ ‘I KNEW IT! Ha! YES for all that is holy!’ She exclaimed, making some people turn around in their chairs, curious glances directed our way as they felt the sudden burst of energy coming from the rather chic looking middle class lady that was Maddie Smith.

‘Madss…’ I warned from between clenched teeth.

‘Haha. Oh sorry. I’m just happy, truly. Besides..I am SO winning this bet.’ She wiggled her eyebrows as mine furrowed with worry. ‘..Bet?’ I gulped.

‘Oh, no worries. I didn’t share my thoughts with our friends yet. Just Frank. And you know me and Frank..’ She shrugged, laughing heartily. ‘Yea..’ I murmured, looking up again as my cup of tea was placed before me. ‘Thank you, sir.’ I smiled at the waiter, then turned back to Maddie, studying her with a curious gaze.

‘So..what’s the bet about?’

‘Oh I can’t say that!’

‘Ugh..Mads! You are the worst. Anyways, we’ll see where it goes. You know how it went the other times, so..’ I shrugged, wishing to not get her hopes up.

I, for one, didn’t want to get my hopes up. This was all just too good to be true, right? An old lover returns to his home town and sweeps me right of my feet. It was too perfect. There had to be a catch. I mean, this was pure madness.

—

‘Yihaaa!!’ Stella walked in with another tray of fluorescent shots, my intoxicated girlfriends either exclaiming full-lunged odes-to-joy or swallowing back a silent protest. It was Loïs’ wedding in a week’s time and as the tradition went, there was to be had a bachelorette.

Fully emerged in litres of strong liquor, dancing sweat and penis-related jokes, the night was running late and we had ended up in a sleazy shots bar, the theme most probably being radioactive drinks, as every new glass seemed to carry an even more chemical looking liquid than the previous one.

Bright pinks, blues and yellows were tipped back in our burning throats, relieved female sighs wavering through the noisy air as loud dance music bounced with a fat bass through the small bar.

‘Ooh oooh Ali Ali. Don’t look, not yet. Behind you, 11 o-clock. Hot HOT guy.’ Ginny nodded excitedly, her eyes wide as she looked over my shoulder. ‘Gin, girl. I’m not really..’ I was already starting to protest, but without further ado Ginny twirled me around by my shoulders, a tall blond man approaching me.

‘Hello angel. Havin’ a good time?’ He bit the lip of his bearded chin and I quite instantly felt appalled by him. Not that he was hideous to look at, or that he smelled bad. He was rather sexually attractive actually..and well..clearly into me.

In this case, I think it was just me. I simply wasn’t in the mood for this.

I swallowed back the remains of the bitter liquor in my throat and smiled at him, not wishing to seem rude. ‘Sure.’

He raised an eyebrow and eyed the rest of the girls, the whole group now quick to step back and form a new circle, excluding me. ‘Looks like I have you all to myself.’ He grinned wolfishly.

Then I felt Maddie’s hand on my shoulder, her sassy tilt of the head catching the attention of the handsome blond stranger. ‘Sorry mate. Looks like she’s taken.’ She said simply, and with a tug on my arm I was dragged back into the group, leaving a confused blond hottie behind. I sighed a quiet thanks to Maddie, but received a firing squad of confused and disdained looks from the other women.

‘Wait..MADS! Come on, you can’t just..-’ One exclaimed.

I quickly interfered. ‘No no! Please. Eh..I AM dating someone actually.’

‘YOU ARE?! ALI?! Why didn’t you say so? You’re like the whole reason we are..’ Stella pointed at the neon lit bar behind her. ‘..here.’

‘Really now?’ I raised an eyebrow, then started to giggle, the alcohol buzzing happily through my hot veins, my usually well contained happy personality bursting out at the seams. I had forgotten for the slightest moment that I really was the last “single” woman left in this group, and as Stella gave me a most exasperated look it became clear that nobody - literally nobody - in the group wanted to be here.

They had thought it would help..me. Me!

‘Who is it? Do we know him? Do we? Tell US!’ Ginny squealed, stepping closer, not wishing to miss a single word escaping my lips.

‘I ..eh…’ I glanced at Maddie and she shrugged, her mouth sipping on yet another alcohol beverage - oh dear we were going to be so hungover tomorrow.

‘It’s Henry.’ I gulped.

‘WHAAAATTTTT?! REallyy?! Oh my word! OH MY!’ - ‘GIRLLLLL YES! Oh that is just..’ The whole group erupted in loud squeals, the excitement further fuelled as yet another round of drinks was delivered to the squad of 30-something-moms-on-a-cheeky-night-out.

Except for me of course. I wasn’t a mom. The odd ball.

‘Ohh..’ Loïs, the bride-to-be, pulled me in for a tight hug, her well coiffed chestnut brown hair smelling of fresh shampoo, the scent mixing with the heavy drop of hard liquor coasting through the air as new shots were being downed.

‘Bring him.’ She said, keeping me in the lock of her arms until finally she leaned back a bit. ‘I mean it, Ali. You gotta bring him to the wedding.’ Her finger brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear - she was so very motherly, even when drunk.

I bit my lip, my alcohol hazed mind not keeping up with the turn of events. It was then that I noticed my phone in Maddie’s hand, the device easily recognisable by its bright blue casing.

‘Anndddd sent!’ She exclaimed, returning my phone to me, my mouth falling down in a quiet gasp. Did she just..did she..? I opened my Whatsapp and saw she had sent Henry a message, my blurry eyes no longer managing to fully focus on the words on the brightly lit screen.

Oh..oh..crap.

—

* Thuthumb..thuthumb *

In the history of headaches, this one was certainly about to set a whole new standard. It was..bad.

With a soft groan I rolled over in my queen sized bed, looking at the alarm clock. 10.30 AM - okay, it could be worse. I grumbled a little as I reached for the glass of water on my night stand, then, after a few large gulps of the cool drink, picked up my phone.

> 15 Unread messages.

Mmmkkkey...

Frowning slightly I pushed myself up against the headboard, blinking the last remains of drunken sleep from my eyes as I scrolled through the flurry of words. I had nearly forgotten about the fact that Maddie had confiscated my phone to send Henry a message. And, well, apparently it had not been just any message.

Me: “Hey sexy beast. How about you, me, and a wedding? Keep the 16th free.” Followed by a wild mix of totally inappropriate emoticons.

I felt my heart rate speed up as I started to read Henry’s messages.

Henry bear: “Hey you. Having a fun night I presume?” - “Ali?” - “Just for inquiry’s sake..is this OUR wedding?” - “Alright I think you’re probably not reading this.” - …

* Knock knock *

Quickly I put down my phone, expecting to see my mom’s head pop around the door of my room. But it wasn’t.

Seeing who it was, made me wish I could just disappear and let myself be swallowed by my pillows. But I couldn’t. And here he was. Henry’s head poking around the corner of my door, his lips curling in an amused smile.

‘Hello party girl.’ He smirked, stepping inside and apparently carrying a tray with some fresh juice, tea and a bowl of fruit with him. I felt my heart stumble, tumble and roll at the sight of this bear of a man carefully carrying my mom’s dainty tray in his hands, his well rounded bum pushing the door closed behind him.

I sighed, laying there like a sickly patient in a mountain of propped up pillows. ‘Morning.’ I grumbled.

His smile grew as he placed the tray on my little writing desk, then sat down next to my hip on the edge of the mattress. ‘Had fun?’ - ‘Mmm..a little too much I’m afraid.’ I sat up a little more, my head immediately starting to protest with loud, dizzying thumps. I groaned. ‘I’m sorry by the way about the text message, I eh…’ I frowned, looking at my phone as it lay there half-hidden between the soft blankets.

I didn’t even read all his messages.

Henry tweaked up an eyebrow and moved up a hand to brush some of my bed hair out of my face, his finger tips riding over my smooth skin with utmost care and gentleness. ‘Mhm.’ He simply nodded, eyebrow still raised in silent question.

‘We had a bachelorette yesterday, you knew that. But eh.. Loïs, the bride caught air of you and I eh..dating.’ Our eyes met and his blues started to shimmer with happiness, making my heart flutter and fly again. ‘So eh..yea..she..invited you, too? I guess? And then Maddie took my phone and sent that message.’

Henry let out a hearty chuckle. ‘Yea right.’ He winked, then smoothed his face back into a warm smile. ‘I won’t judge you for some cute drunk texting, baby.’ He said.

’Noo..Hen. Really. It was Mads.’

‘Mhm.’ He hummed again, not believing a word of it, his face leaning closer to brush his lips against mine. ‘Ah. Whisky morning breath, my favourite.’ He chuckled.

I blushed fiercely, wishing to roll away from him and hide, but, of course I was too slow and my small frame was instantly caught in the cage of Henry’s large arms. ‘No getting away from me now, bridey.’ He whispered huskily, his mouth eager to lay its claim on me.

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tophbejfong · 4 years

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be still my foolish heart (don’t ruin this on me) - chapter 2

percabeth youtuber au part 2!!! the first part can be found here.

Annabeth wakes to the sound of Scary and Ginger Spice singing Wannabe, which lets her know she’s getting a call from Rachel rather than waking up to her normal alarm. She groans and picks up the phone, clicking on the speaker button before grunting a greeting.

“Dude,” Rachel says, her voice way too loud for the time she’s calling, “did you hook up with Percy Jackson last night?”

That wakes Annabeth up. “How did you even know I met him yesterday?” she asks Rachel, a little accusingly. “I wasn’t going to tell you about that until I got home.”

Rachel titters, which Annabeth recognizes as her nervous laugh. “Okay, um,” says the girl on the other end of the phone, “don’t freak out. But you need to check your twitter mentions.” Annabeth presses the home button on her phone and clicks on the blue bird emoticon. She sees her notifications and gasps. “See,” says Rachel, still on the other end of the phone, “I think you’re freaking out, which I expressly told you not to do.”

All over twitter were pictures of her on top of Percy the night before. Someone had tweeted OMG, such a cute couple! Another had said stan percabeth for clear skin and set the picture to background music with sparkles. “Ah,” said Rachel, hearing the video over the phone, “so you’ve found the fancams.”

“Rachel,” Annabeth warned, realizing that Twitter also had pictures of them earlier in the day at the hotel convenience store, “What the hell is this.”

Annabeth knows Rachel well enough to know she’s opening her mouth to response, when she hears a banging at the door. “You’re saved for now,” Annabeth warns, “I have to go.” Rachel squeaks out a goodbye and hangs up quickly, happy to have dodged Annabeth’s infamous wrath.

She hops off her bed and opens the door to see Reyna and Thalia outside. “We came as soon as we saw,” Reyna said. “How are you doing?” Annabeth stared at them dumbfounded, which seemed to answer the questions. Thalia pushed past her into the room and sat down on the bed, while Reyna sent her an apologetic look and followed.

“What you have to understand about internet fame,” said Thalia, “is that everyone feels like they know you. You sit at your computer and talk to them and get paid for it, and they think they’re your best friend. It’s the nature of the platform.”

“We’re honestly more abused by our fans than any other type of celebrities,” Reyna chimed in. Then, after thinking for a moment, she added “I know that doesn’t help.”

“You know, they did this whole thing with me and that idiot Luke a few years back,” said Thalia, “TMZ got ahold of the story—”

Annabeth gulped. “TMZ has the story?”

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A week later

"Rebekah told me I could find you here."- Kol said to Elijah the evening before his departure. Kol handed him a bottle of beer.

"Hey- what's up? Sitting out here all by yourself?"- Kol added as he sat down on the bench.

"Just thinking about stuff"- Elijah said looking at the moon.

"Stuff, ha- like Elena?!"- Kol said.

Elijah moved giving his brother a look saying- where did this come from?!-

"Come on- you and her at the wedding - you've not moved from her side a second-plus I caught you gazing at her-not once!"

“Rebekah told you!”

Kol shrugged with his shoulder and nodded as a yes.

“Oh, God. What is this? I told her to let it go.”

“Why?”

“Cuz - I made - so many mistakes and fucked up royally - and I just - she is like the best person I have ever met”

“Just because you had a string of really bad choices - and - ok- listen- it doesn’t mean that this will turn out bad- you think you will fuck up again?”

“Yes. Somehow - I always do. And she -”- Elijah paused for a second -”she doesn’t need a mess that is me.”

“Fucking stop this. If you really feel something for her, than you should get your ass in gear and do something. Maybe she is the ONE”

Elijah took a swag of beer. It was true. It felt like she was the ONE.

"Elena"- Elijah uttered and his heart leapt up.

Days turned into weeks and both Elena and Elijah were preoccupied with work. It was nearing Christmas.

Strangely, it seemed that life was magicless that season, that even hope had fallen deeply asleep under the winter white carpet although there was no snow in New York.

In Toronto, Elena was wrapping Christmas presents with Jen and her nanny.

She put a playlist with Sarah Bareilles' songs on - as they made her feel good.

"Oh, Winter song- love it! I so listened to it when I broke up with my boyfriend Ryan"- Vicky, the nanny said.

Elena could not help but think of Elijah. But as the song said it felt like they were buried far just like a distant star.

******

In New York

Caroline was also busy wrapping tones of Christmas presents.

"Caroline?!"-Klaus stormed in the bedroom.

"Careful. Don't step on something. What's up?"-

"Well, I've just spoken to Kol"

"How are things in Turkey?"-Caroline said continuing with her work.

"Fine, he is loving it there. Right- so we got talking about Elijah - and you will never believe what Kol has told me?!"

"What has Kol told you?"

"You said that Elena had it bad for Elijah and it turns out that Elijah is into Elena as well"- he said it like it was the greatest revelation ever.

Caroline put the wrapping paper aside and now got up and looked at Klaus-

"This is not some mad prank a la Kol?!"

"Kol is a joker at the best of times but he respects Elijah and would not be playing with his feelings- you know what Elijah went through"

"Yes- OMG! You know what that means??"-Caroline's eyes sparkled with an idea.

"I know this look-What have you planned?"

"New Year's- skiing trip - Canada!!"- Caroline said.

"It's so obvious-"- Klaus said.

"I know she has booked it already!!"- Caroline said and now went to book them and Elijah without asking him.

Life finds a way!

****

The following day

Elena walked into her office and her assistant put two cups of coffee in front of them, an espresso for Elena and Mokkacino for her.

"Did you maybe get those mini muffins?"-Elena asked.

"Sorry, no. But there are madeleines"- Liv said.

"My sugar levels are so low, so yeah. Can you get them, please."- Elena said followed by a little thanks. She then logged into her e-mail and there was a message tagged EM-it was Elijah. Her heart went bam as she saw his initials the screen. She opened the mail now-and she could see a picture of herself and Elijah from the office party years ago-and a text following -

"Hello, there, stranger-

The other day went to an antique bookstore I bought some books, and as I got home-the store lady put this book probably by mistake- Interview with a Vampire. And - well- can’t forget -that you bought it for my birthday as a joke. And yesterday was my birthday - and - well - can’t think that there is some kind of weird coincidence.Anyway - made me think of you. How are you doing? EM"

As Liv returned she found Elena in a state as if she had seen a ghost.

"OMG-"- Elena now slipped, remembering Elijah’s face as he got the book out of the paper bag.

Flashback

Years back

“An Interview with a Vampire?”- Elijah looked at the book and then at Elena puzzled-”Are you saying that I am a bloodsucker?”

“Well, not really. But - you were really - hard on us young associates, especially with all the cases and then the Bar exam. Nah. It’s the first thing I saw in the book store and bought it- it’s payback for getting me War and Peace”

Liv now got back in the office and asked Elena if they would postpone their morning briefing, and Elena apologized and said that it was a good idea.

A thought ran through Elena's mind-"is this a sign?!" Was the Universe playing the biggest prank on her? Whatever it was, she now started writing a reply-

"Hello, there, EM. Happy belated birthday. Ahm- wow - and sorry for such silly gift. I am good. You? How is New York? There is so much snow here, had to ski and skate to work this morning. EG"

Elena read it once agaun and pressed the sent button and the e-mail went. And now as it went she felt like she was hyperventilating all of a sudden.

But she had no time to think about it anymore as Liv came back and she had to start with her first appointment of the day.

The morning seemed to be the longest in her entire life, she thought. And she could not escape from the business lunch either. But when she finally got to her office, she went straight to check her mail again in peace-and there was a reply-

EM- a photo with a very short text under it- with a miserable smiley emoticon- woke up to New York rain myself, but with a virtual sunny outlook!!

******

In Klaus and Caroline's house at lunch time

"We should have left it to Universe!"- Klaus said to Caroline as she now pressed the speedial to talk to Elena. When she finished the conversation- she said-

"Since when do I rely on Universe?!"

"Well, you don't, but I know my brother - this is not going to be good!"

"Leave it to me"- Caroline said giving her husband a peck and left to talk to Kol. She needed an accomplice.

"Hey- "Caroline said to Kol- "how about a family New Year's in Canada?"- now laying out her plan to him and why she needed him to be there.

Kol agreed to assist.

****

Christmas day arrived in both New York and Toronto-

All the Mikaelsons gathered for a grand brunch at their parent's house. It was a family affair, that was sure. Caroline was one of them now, although Rebekah never completely accepted her new sister-in-law and if the could lock fangs anytime they could they would do so.

"Can you at least be civil on Christmas?!"- Elijah slipped to Rebekah after he had witnessed an exchange of smart tirade of insults.

"She thinks cuz she married Nik, she will take over as if she is some Queen?! And mother approves of her suggestions- ugh!"-Rebekah spat and left her brother, who now heard an alert from his phone - he looked at the instagram- it was from Elena. A picture of the Christmas day in Toronto. A bare tree lit up with fairy-lights.

He quickly responded to the instagram with a smiley adding- wish to escape the Mikaelson brunch -expecting fireworks at the table.

Elena responded- Different Santa madness here. Liked the present.

Elijah then wrote- Glad

He was called now by Kol as everyone was sat down at the table.

Later, Caroline and Klaus presented everyone with the invitation to the New Year's celebration in Canada as a special additional Christmas present. This was of course Caroline and Kol's way to get Elijah to Canada. Then when he found out where they were going he came out with the stunner later to Kol-

"I already booked a trip there!"- he said.

"What?"- Kol was surprised to hear it.

"This is weird- something doesn't add up here"- Elijah said.

"Ok- you got us- we kinda plotted to get you there, since Elena will be there- but you already know that??"- Kol admitted.

"OMG- You plotted- since when do I need matchmakers?"- Elijah found the whole situation hilarious.

"How do you know she is going to be there?? Did you two- cos Caroline had grilled Elena about you and she is not interested"-

"She is not interested?! So- why push it then?!!"- Elijah then said.

Kol now saw that he had inadvertently put his foot in it and then he had to clean about everything he actually knew-

"Elena has always been in love with you - "

"Excuse me??"- Elijah couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I don't know detailes- just Klaus said-"

"Klaus knows?? Of course- Caroline!"- Elijah said and everything seemed to piece itself together. He now flashed back to their forbidden kiss years back. There was fire. It had never left him and burnt him always.

Flashback

years back

Days after the almost kiss with Elena

"I need to break it off with Hayley"- he thought as he looked himself in the mirror as he washed his face. A look of a man that felt his heart was splitting into two. For a moment he was frozen in time, the water dripping from his face down on his chest phased him back to reality. "Yeah- huh -yeah!"- he now said taking the towel and wiping his face off. He then left to get dressed.

Hayley was in the living room on the phone with her adoptive mother- "Yes- mom- I think I am pregnant- oh, this would be the greatest thing- oh, Elijah is the best- he is like the last walking gentleman on this planet"

Having heard this, Elijah took a deep breath and knocked at the door walking in.

"Elijah- I know this is all kind of a mess. And you will accuse us acting like teenagers- but - it's ok to try and be happy again-we want you to be happy again!"

"Happy,ha?!"- Elijah uttered.

Kol could see the sudden change in Elijah that indicated the past kicked in and Kol wished there was another way of putting it but he thought that confronting whatever was suffocating you head on was the best.

"It's not your fault Hayley died"- Kol then said-"you did right by her"

"This is a mistake"- Elijah now slipped and walked away.

"Damn"- Kol said angered by the way things turned out.

He now had to tell Caroline that all has gone awry.

"Where is Elijah?"- Rebekah now came up to Kol-" we're going out -well, Finn and me- coming?"

"Ha?- He's gone out- yeah- I'll meet you at the bar"- Kol said and went.

"Always the same"- Rebekah remarked and as Finn came to the lobby, they left the house.

Elijah went for a walk. He needed to clear his head. Elena was in love with him. All this time. He was the cause of her to leave. But she never once showed it. And yet the almost kiss- he had not kissed her, but that feeling always somehow lingered. The butterflies in his chest. But then, feeling frozen when it came to the crunch. And they had great time always joking, and picking each other’s brains. Like Kol said as they spoke once on the phone as he was still in Turkey helping the victims of a terrible Earthquake.

Flashback

“I think the reason you didn’t go there with Elena, because - if - for some reason all folded, it would have be worse than it was wen M.J left you at the altar. Like I told you back then - she is the ONE. Your soul mate, twin flame. You just got scared and - you pushed her away.”- Kol said.

“I think the you are right.”- Elijah said with a sigh.

And so all just went they way it did. Elijah now flashed back to the day he proposed to Hayley.

Flashback

Years back

"Do I get this right? You proposed to Hayley? Why?"- Klaus said to Elijah surprised.

"She is pregnant"- Elijah said.

"Wow! All right. Well Congratulations- then!"- Klaus said.

Elijah's head was swarming with all different thoughts and everything that went on afterwards. Hayley found out that she had a tumor and it caused a false pregnancy and crazily refused treatment. Keeping it from everyone. From him.

Like Kol had said it was not his fault. But many times he felt that it was his fault. He blamed himself for being absent-minded and did not see that she was ill or that things were not right with Hayley.

He now opened Elena's instagram with the photo of the bare tree with fairy lights.

"You are allowed to be happy-" he uttered thinking of Kol's words to him now/

Then he took his phone and opened the app looking for a plane ticket to Toronto.

"What do you mean he left for Canada? When?"- Caroline said as Kol told her and Klaus that Elijah send him the message that he was catching a flight to Toronto and was at the airport. He also shared his conversation with Elijah about Elena.

"Wait a minute?! He knew that she was going skiing?! so, they kept in touch since the wedding and she hadn't told me anything??!!!"- Caroline was miffed.

Klaus now gave Kol a look making a face that Caroline would be in a hellish mood cause of the latest revelation. He marched off after her. Kol shrugged with his shoulders and now pressed the speedial with Bonnie's name.

"Hey- what's up? Drink?:- he said to his best friend. Soon Bonnie came to the bar. The topic was Elena and Elijah. Plus Bonnie knew how to cool Caroline down.

***** For Elijah this trip seemed to have been the longest ever, although it was only some three hours. In the plane he had realized that didn't know Elena's house address nor her new phone number. They never exchanged it. There was only her e-mail and followed her instagram. Odd, but true. Things were never easy with them. As soon as he landed he called Kol, who passed Caroline on. She told him the address and Elijah thanked her for her matchmaking efforts.

"You are the most difficult people on the planet- I though you needed a push!"- Caroline said.

"You could have just told me- "

"Elena would have torpedoed me to the moon if I said something!"- Caroline said.

Kol, who was standing close to Caroline now said-"She is going to torpedo you, anyway-"

"You guys, stop it - I was going to surprise her on New Year's anyway- now it's going to be sooner!"- Elijah said.

"He is right!"- Kol said.

And with that they ended their conversation. Elijah was in the taxi heading directly to Elena's apartment.

It nearly 10 p.m. and Elena checked on Jenna, who was asleep sweetily. She then went to change into her pijamas. Then she went to the living room and took the TV remote control. A chick-flick was what she needed. Soon she found something and made herself cosy on the sofa.

Some ten minutes into the film, the interphone rang and the doorman said that she had a visitor- Elijah Mikaelson.

"What?"- she muttered and then said-"send him up- thank you"

"Elijah?!"- she uttered- "OMG!"

And within a minute she ran to change-putting her jeans on and a T-shirt that was the first she could find. The door buzzed. She briefly looked at herself in the mirror ruffling hair a bit. Her heart and her thoughts were so hightened and just before she opened the the door she took a long deep breath. Then she opened the door and there he stood slipping- "Elena-" "Elijah-"

and both of them yet again just stood without moving - now, since Caroline was still in New Orleans, the Universe snapped them out of the one of so many awkward moments they had over the years and so Elena invited him in.

"Hey-"- she said -"ahm- wha-?"

And the answer to Elena's wha- was a kiss that Elijah sprung on her making Elena let a sweet small uhmm out.

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#Elijah Mikaelson #Elena Gilbert #Elejah #tvd fanfiction #Fanfiction #alternative universe

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pain-somnia · 6 years

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Title: “dronk” Rating: M (no smut but it feels more appropriate than T) Pairing: SasuSaku and TenKarin Day’s Notes: Drunk Team Taka shenanigans but in a Real Life/College AU; I will possibly write more Team Taka College AU interactions (with possible changes to the Karin ships, only SasuSaku will stay the same) because @saradacchi loves SasuSuiKa friendship

She should have stopped him a few drinks ago.

And all of those shots were definitely a mistake.

Sasuke Uchiha was passed out and Karin wasn’t sober enough to worry about the way she was dragging his body as she pulled him by his legs.

Suigetsu was suppose to be holding Sasuke’s arms but he disappeared once they got outside. Karin wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself picked up and taken to the drunk tank.

I should have stayed home and cuddled with Tenten, Karin grumbled inwardly.

She propped Sasuke up so he was leaning against a streetlamp and sat on his other side so his head could roll over onto her shoulder.

“Ah, shit.”

Karin pressed the power button on her phone two more times, hoping it would come to life. No dice. Her battery had drained a while ago as she overzealously added snaps to her story.

She rummaged through the pocket of Sasuke’s utility jacket and pulled out his phone glad that he finally switched to a smartphone instead of the flip phone he used last semester.

“Here we go.”

Karin pressed Sasuke’s thumb on the home button on his iPhone and unlocked it. She was originally going to order an Uber to get them to her place but the feeling of tape on the back of Sasuke’s cell phone case was bugging her.

“What the fuck?”

Karin squinted her eyes and then removed her glasses before putting them back on when she remembered that she couldn’t see without them.

“Return...to...Sa..kura?” Karin frowned trying to remember what she knew about her friend.

They had become part of a group in their first semester when Suigetsu had forced them all to work on a project together. Karin wasn’t friends with anyone in university yet so it helped that Suigetsu dragged Jūgo over to her seat at the lecture hall.

Sasuke had been walking by, probably trying to figure out how to do all of the work on his own, when Suigetsu wrapped an arm around his neck and sat him next to Karin.

They sort of were stuck with each other ever since.

Karin scrolled down Sasuke’s contact list until she found a Sakura with blossom emoticons and a sparkling heart next to the name.

“Cute...”

Karin dialed the number and right before she realized what time it was, “Sakura” answered.

“Can’t sleep?” A sleepy voice giggled.

“No, actually, he’s passed the fuck out.”

“Umm...who’s━”

“Karin. I’m one of his school friends and I was trying to get him home but that asshole Suigetsu ran off on us.”

“And you’re calling me because…?”

“My phone’s dead and I’m too drunk to remember my girlfriend’s phone number and this idiot apparently has ‘Return to Sakura’ taped on his phone so here I am calling Sakura.”

“You sound very coherent for a drunk person.”

“Thanks. It’s a blessing.”

There was a pause and Karin thought maybe Sakura had fallen back to sleep.

“Are you somewhere safe?”

“Yeah, yeah totally.” Karin pushed back her bangs and took a deep breath. “Do you think you could come get us?”

“It would take me an hour possibly but yes. Anywhere you could go for now?”

“University Diner is twenty-four seven I could try and get us there. It’s only a block away.”

“Okay. I’ll try and get there as quickly as possible.”

“I lost my phone.”

Karin jumped, not expecting Suigetsu to say anything since the last time she saw him was in the bar.

“You didn’t have it when we went out. To prevent any regrets.”

“What was ringing in my pocket then?”

“Nothing you nimrod. Where’s Jūgo?”

Suigetsu went silent. If she wasn’t looking at him she would have thought that he passed out too.

“We lost Jūgo.”

“What do you mean we lost Jūgo?”

“I left ‘im in a safe place after he fell asleep but I can’t remember where…”

“You had one job Suigetsu.”

“To be fair.” Suigetsu took a long pause before his next set of words. “I’m drunk as fuck.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what are we doing?”

“We gotta take Sasuke to the diner. Then you’re going to look for Jūgo.”

“Can’t you just drag him there?”

“Grab his arms, stupid!”

. .

It was a total invasion of privacy. She would kill anyone if they did the same with her phone but Karin was one jager bomb too many in to care.

She was feeling wired from the energy drink but also slightly brain foggy and she needed to entertain herself somehow.

Sasuke was the weirdest person she had ever met. He had created folders for everything. Not a single app was allowed to float around on its own unless they were the apps on the toolbar.

She learned a lot about him though. He had one email account for gaming, another for school, and one for social media. Karin rolled her eyes that he even bothered with social media apps considering he rarely went on them.

She slid down the booth so her head rest on the top of the seat and sighed. Suigetsu went off to figure out where they had left Jūgo so she was stuck alone at the diner with a passed out Sasuke.

Karin balled up the wrapper to straw for her milkshake and flicked it at Sasuke’s nose. She was already bored with the games on his phone and although his dog was cute, there was only so much cute she could take before she cried because she was still kind of drunk and there was no puppy around for her to cuddle with.

Opening up the Notes app she thought she would find random class schedules and the like. Karin hadn’t expected to find locked notes.

Why would he lock notes?

Karin attempted to open one but it required a password and she couldn’t use Sasuke’s thumbprint to unlock it.

What would he hide? Photos? Sexts???

Karin gagged and put Sasuke’s phone down on the table. She picked it back up again when she realized she could use the contents of the locked notes for blackmail.

Karin wasn’t fond of scooping out the litterbox of the cat Tenten adopted and she could always get Sasuke to do it for her and a bunch of other errands.

But only if she knew the contents of the locked notes.

“Typical,” Karin huffed, blowing her hair out of her face. Sasuke was the type of person that didn’t need a hint to remind him of his password.

She groaned and stretched out her arms on the table top. Next time she was bringing Tenten along.She was her impulse control. Then maybe she would be at home getting smooches and cuddles instead of babysitting a grown ass man.

No. She would have to drag him back to her place where he would be drooling on the comfy couch she and Tenten coerced a salesman to give them at a discount. And then she would be disgusted. So then she would have to draw on his stupid pretty face with a permanent marker.

In fact, perhaps she could get one from one of the waitresses...

“I got here as quickly as I could!”

A pink haired girl plopped down across from her in the booth and brushed Sasuke’s hair out of his face.

Pink.

Pink!

“Your hair. Is pink.” Karin’s jaw dropped in fascination. She squinted her eyes and then backed away with a soft, “whoaaa..”

“Oh wow, you are drunk.”

The girl that could only be Sakura waved over a waitress and ordered a tomato mozzarella panini and cheese fries and a strawberry milkshake.

“He’s going to be hungry when he wakes up,” Sakura explained. She grabbed some napkins and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Your boyfriend is a hot mess.”

“Well, he doesn’t usually get this drunk. He doesn’t usually drink enough to get drunk.” Sakura’s mouth quirked to the side as she watched Sasuke��s nose wrinkle up when she smoothed his hair away from his face again.

“I should have realized that when after his fourth shot he shouted something about his girlfriend being his impulse control and slammed three more before promptly passing out.”

“Why did you guys go out drinking like this?”

“Well we just finished a paper and this is the first semester we could actually all go to a bar since Sasuke just turned twenty-one. But tell me how you’re his impulse control. He never talks about you outside of the small updates about what he does on breaks and every weekend.”

“How are you this coherent?”

“Like I said, it’s a gift.” Karin propped her chin on her hands and leaned forward on her elbows. “But please tell me more about yourself and Sasuke. I would like to know some embarrassing things about him while you’re here and he can’t stop me.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Boo you whore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know all of Sasuke’s passwords?”

“We believe in trust in our relationship. Of course I know his passwords. We have nothing to hide from each other.”

Karin pulled out Sasuke’s phone and flipped it around to face Sakura.

“Then do you know the password to his locked notes?”

. .

“What are you doing?”

When Suigetsu returned to the diner━without Jūgo━Karin was scribbling on a napkin and the girl on Sasuke’s lockscreen was sitting across from her sipping at a milkshake. Sasuke was still passed out except now he was propped up against his girlfriend and drooling on her shoulder.

“We’ve tried like every possible password Sasuke could have used but we can’t unlock this folder of notes.”

Suigetsu looked at Sakura and then back at Karin. He looked at Sakura again for a full minute before holding out his hand.

“Give me the phone.”

“Okay but if we can’t figure it out how are you going━”

“Got it.”

Karin’s jaw dropped as Suigetsu slid the phone across the table. Where the gray lock screen was before was a picture of Sakura looking out a car window.

“What was it?” Sakura asked, eyebrows pulled down in frustration. She should have known him best.

“Bro code.”

“You still unlocked it, Sui.”

“Yeah but I’m not telling you what the password was.”

“Whatever.”

Karin started scrolling down and was confused the further she scrolled. They were all just normal candid photos of Sakura. Why would he━

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

All of the patrons of the diner turned to look at the source of the screaming. Karin shot them all a glare.

“What? What did you find?” Suigetsu attempted to grab the phone from her hand but she slapped his hand away.

“Not for your eyes!” She snapped at him.

Karin broke her glare to peek back down at the phone but then looked back up, her cheeks turning a blazing hot pink. She looked over at Sakura and shielded her eyes with a hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, handing the phone back to the source of her new discomfort. “The first set of pics looked so normal. I didn’t think he would have those.”

“Sasuke’s got nudes!” Suigetsu gasped, a giant grin spreading on his face. He pointed at Sakura and guffawed. “Her nudes!”

“Will you shut up!” Karin yanked on his shirt hard enough for him to fall into the booth. She looked over to Sakura who had gone paler than she already was.

Sasuke continued to snooze away on her shoulder despite all of the noise.

Karin hadn’t expected to meet so much of Sasuke’s girlfriend on their first meeting.

“I can show you my tits if that would make you feel better,” Karin offered.

“No thank you. I think I should just take you all home now.”

“Sui. Where’s Jūgo?”

“Oh shit! I knew I forgot something.”

#the password was totally powerofthepinkpussy but whatevs #don't worry the eventually found Jugo chilling at the drunk tank #ss fanfiction #sasusaku #day!fics

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always-foreverinlovewithyou · 3 years

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Happy 22nd birthday to me; may this new chapter of my life brings new bright and sparkling colors in my life. last year this time there was one constant person who was w me to make me feel // my sunshine (yellow person) who's now i think in love with this emoticon 🤞. after in separation w him, he's the only one who's always on my mind ✨ last night when everyone was wishing me. somewhere admist of all the wishes my heart was eagerly waiting for his blessings and wish only and luckily around 2 he wished me 💖 which i was looking forward for i love you always <3 and this distance is making my heart grows fonder for you more and more every single day. i wish you back in my life again and this time w complete honesty and never ending bond !! you are, you was and always gonna be best thing ever happened in my life ♥ imissyou iloveyou iadoreyou. please be back together ✨💖

that's it !!!

and yes how could i forget my cuties ; my monkies gugu and praveen, mumma ♥ papa, kashaf the tea guy, jangaloo, anushka childhood BFF , my cousins : diddas & bhai ♥ masi my birthday twin !! and all of my internet friends and family. i am so grateful for you all!! iloveyou too.

i literally feel so blessed to have such an amazing people in my life, you guys are gems (blessings in the form of human) may god bring me back to you all again and again in every life.

thank you universe !!

and i am all ready for change and to explore new things in new year of my life.

#feeling22

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enthralleddd0112 · 7 years

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[170815] Some Consolidated Kyungsoo-related Fan Accounts from The War Public Fansign in Busan

@Minkkung_0326

Kyungsoo is really too nice. As it is my first time attending a fansign, I was stuttering a lot. At the end, I thanked him for becoming a member of EXO, thanked him for becoming a singer, and he was smiling brightly at that. Kyungsoo-ah, shall we go to Sapporo together?

[Kyungsoo wrote “shall we go Sapporo?” ‘Shall we go Sapporo?’ is from the travel prose by Lee Byeongryul’s <The Winds Blow, I Like You>. The book is about love and travel. ‘Shall we go Sapporo?’ also means ‘I Love You’.]

@a_little_moon

Kyungsoo said that he's no longer doing pilates.

@Ungaengung_

OP: Oppa, if you were to describe today using a scent, what would it be Kyungsoo: A warm scent. This answer is so Kyungsoo. When addressing me on the autograph, he even used the "-nim" salution.

[Note: "-nim" in Korean is a more formal level of language.]

@hello_apriler

Kyungsoo always adds a -nim. He did that at the last fansign so I asked him to write noona instead, so he went “Ah! Noona~” and write “_ noona [OP’s name]!” The exclamation point is too cute. What pretty handwriting ( ◠♡◠ )

@xiu_99

Kyungsoo drew Huchu for me.

@hjyoung32342

The first time I got Kyungsoo’s signature! As soon as I got to Kyungsoo, I got on one knee, held out a bouquet, and asked him to marry me. Kyungsoo asked “Did you ask us to marry?” with his uncontrolled haha laugh. The message is something I asked him to write! It was really nice... I asked him to draw a heart on his photocard. The ring I gave him.

[OP requested Kyungsoo to write “love you, my girl!”]

@bloom2832

I asked Kyungsoo to write down his favourite lyrics. He thought for a long time before writing it down. Besides that, he so expectedly addressed me with "-nim" (in his autograph).

[The lyrics that Kyungsoo wrote is from the song <Forever>, "your gaze, words and everything, forever!"]

@bloom2832

I told Baekhyun, “please sing <What Is Love> with Kyungsoo oppa again!” And he said he wants to sing it again too if there‘s a chance.

@ejoo_s2

(I) Asked Kyungsoo if he's practising tap dance and he shared that he's been doing so diligently. I told him that I'm looking forward to it and asked him to be careful and not hurt his feet. Even until the point that I was moving on (to the next member), he kept saying thank you. I could go crazy just being so excited. Kyungsoo had wrote "the moon tonight is so bight and clear..."

@92__CHEN

OP: Next time if you film movie again, what genre do you want to do Kyungsoo: Anything. Anything... Yes, Kyungsoo will be good at anything.

@tur8s

Kyungsoo's nim, can you see? This "-nim" is so Kyungsoo's style...I bought my <My Annoying Brother> photocard for Kyungsoo to write something, so he wrote "Dongsaeng (Younger Brother) ♥ Hyung (Elder Brother)" before breaking into a heart-shaped smile (◉♡◉)...cute...

@myeon_0512

Me: Oppa, which country do you want to visit beside New York for travelling Kyungsoo: Hm... Japan. Me: Also, oppa, your fingers is getting prettier (looked at his own fingers and laughed). Kyungsoo: (kept laughing, kept shaking head) Me: How did you take care of it? Kyungsoo: (kept laughing while shaking his head) It’s not like that~ The security kept asking me to leave. Finally.. Me: Oppa, I love you so much!

@florialunamjexo

Kyungsoo kept looking at everyone that came up the stairs tenderly. OP: Oppa, it's my birthday tomorrow. Kyungsoo: Ah, it's today? OP: No, it's tomorrow. Kyungsoo: Ah, hh, happy birthday. OP: Would it possible to give me a finger heart? Until the very end, he kept looking at me tenderly, and he bashfully gave his finger heart. I received both Kyungsoo's heart-shaped smile and his finger heart.

@exo120408998

Me: Oppa, please suggest a name for a white dog. Kyungsoo: Salt (his hahah laugh) If I ever get a dog, it’ll be named Salt!

[OP requested for Kyungsoo to write “who's this lady that's endlessly beautiful?”]

@ExoExo1092

Kyungsoo had written ㅇㅇㅇ -nim, told him that I only managed to tell him that he's handsome during the last fansign, and I also only managed to tell him he's handsome today. He disagreed by saying "no" and smiled just like a child.

@yeol_spring

Me: (take out a gift) This is a gift! Kyungsoo: Thank you. Me: Oppa, please suggest something for dinner! Kyungsoo: Hmm? Me: For dinner! Kyungsoo: For dinner? hm... Busan.. Me: Yes! Kyungsoo: Busan is famous for its Daegutang (Codfish Soup), isn’t it? Me: Daegutang? Kyungsoo: Yes, please eat that!

Words on the post-in: Q. What role would you like to take? 1. Criminal 2. Police 3. Witness 4. Accomplice 5. Passerby [Kyungsoo chose passerby.]

@hotxiu

I asked Kyungsoo to tell me “fighting!” because I was studying art and he wrote “work hard on your art and become really cool!” I’ll promise to become cool

@cuhyuk

Me: Is there anything you always eat when you’re in to Busan? Kyungsoo: Umm... it’s Jeonbok-juk (Abalone Porridge). Me: Where??? Kyungsoo: There.. a shop next to where Busan International Film Festival is held. Now... somebody please tell me the name of this place.

@v_quoong_v

Kyungsoo's face is really small, I want to pry into his eyes, nose, lips, his voice is so nice too. I told him that my mood is good today so I'll want to drink alcohol, and asked him to choose between Gopchang-jeongol (Beef Tripes Hot Pot) vs Dalg-galbi (Chicken Ribs) to go along with the alcohol. He replied saying that if to drink, it's definitely Gopchang-jeongol.

@CHeN_9921

As Kyungsoo was the first member, I didn't manage to speak much to him. I told him that my mum likes him more than me, and will keep rooting for him. He said thank you while smiling.

@Master_Gao_

”Kyungsoo is really an angel, the comic that baby didn’t manage to finish reading, he took and kept it. Just thinking about how he repeated his own Chinese name a few times is cute enough to make me feel faint. This time, Kyungsoo gifted me with two black hearts, a sun and an unknown (?) wavy curve hhhhh [Actually what Kyungsoo drew is ♥ε♥ emoticon.]

Conversation between my friend and me: Friend: I gave it to him, he went “ah, this one”, and the staff actually say “you cant...” and Kyungsoo actually held it down and said [presumably to fan but for Security hyung to hear], “I may not be able to finish reading, do you mind giving it to me?” Friend: This is clearer. Friend: (He) Drew a sun. Friend: I’m not sure why. Me: Hahahahahah.. Me: Did you tell him that’s the characters of his Chinese name? Friend: Underneath his name. Friend: I don’t know what he’s drawing. Friend: Yeah, he repeated it a few times. Me: Cute TAT Friend: (Kyungsoo) Asked what that was. Friend: I replied, “did you forget, that penguin.” Friend: “Previously you mentioned that you like peach [out of all his nicknames] so XXX [OP’s name] drew the penguin inside the peach.” Friend: He replied, “ah, so that’s why, cute.” Friend: So I said, “so please express your feelings.” Friend: “Please write something.” Security hyung then said, “(he) already wrote something on the album.” Friend: “This cannot.” Friend: So Kyungsoo drew something instead. Friend: He had asked, “will a ♥ do?”

@marymond0408

“Can I follow up with you after this? Let’s go on an autumn date! [after summer date]” Kyungsoo: Lets also have a winter date, and a spring date. Let’s do it all of them.

@01055708083

Kyungsoo: (with his bright smile) Hello~ your name is _ [OP’s name]! Me: Hello, please come to Busan often! (literal heart attack at eye contact) Kyungsoo: I’d like to come here often…  Me: I watched <Kamome Diner> because you suggested it and really enjoyed it~  Kyungsoo: Isn’t <Kamome Diner> really good? (his eyes are sparkling with the film topic)  Me: I really had fun watching it. Could you suggest another movie?  Kyungsoo: Um.. have you watched <Megane> [by the same director]?  Me: (it was loud so it was hard to hear) Huh?? Mega what??? Kyungsoo: Me! Ga! Ne! Glasses in Japanese (eyes get round). Please watch <Megane>!

Cr: The War Fansign, sources as quoted above (2017.08.15) Chi Trans: weibo @都暻秀吧_DohkyungsooBar, @Nacho_都暻秀资源博 Eng Trans: twitter @serenadyo, @kyeongsew, @reyeolie, @enthralleddd, tumblr @fydk-translations Fan Account Consolidation & In partnership with: IG @channel930112

#the war fansign #exo comeback 2017 #exo #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo #d.o.#도경수 #디오 #170815

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imaginationisallawomanhas · 5 years

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Desert

Last Night’s Dessert Just Walked In.

Suit.

Briefcase.

Styled hair.

My new psychology lecturer.

It was a new semester, my final semester, we were allowed to take up a minor subject and I pursued psychology. The last three semesters were quiet and slow, this semester we were targeting abnormal psychology. But right now I had a problem. My teacher.

-x-

12 hrs ago. My roommate was pestering me to go clubbing. It was my night off. It had been a long time since I had a free night. We dressed up, short skirts, tight tops, high heels and hair down. Taking a cab to the club we spoke about a safe plan, if either of us got lucky we get the other with a simple emoticon. We headed to the bar, simultaneously looking out at the talent present. There were some real eye catchers and some creeps as well. We ordered our drinks, a Cuba Libre for me and a Whiskey Sour for Anna, my roommate. Within minutes she was whisked off by some guy to dance.

I laughed to my self, it wasn’t unexpected at all. I continued to scan my surroundings, I almost admired how bold women had gotten. They were outright humping on the dance floor. Some were classy, while others were simply trashy, but all in all they looked like they were having fun.

A few minutes passed and my eyes kept meeting one particular man’s repeatedly. This time I flashed him a smile. He smiled back, dazzling and seductive all in one. Trouble. That’s all I though. Slowly, he walked toward me. I kept my eyes trained on him and checked him out. Tall, at least 6’3”; toned, ab lines were straining through his shirt. He dressed to impress, definitely.

Confidence in his walk and a steady stride. He walked up close. “Hi,” he said as he leaned forward to my ear.“ Hello.”

“Your name?” His hand rested on my hip, gently but firm enough to tell me it was there. I didn’t bother removing it. The downstairs had taken over. And she needed the hunt. It had been a while and this guy seemed more than decent.

“Victoria” I replied, subtly leaning into him. His head was a lot closer, I could see his eyes were sea green, short stubble and peach lips, angular jar, semi definitive cheek bones all in all he looked GOOD.

“Sebastian”

Yes, I just lied about my name. Its better when all you plan for is a fling for the night and no further encounters.

-x-

“Ahem” His voice cut through the nostalgia. Thankfully, he was calling attention to the whole hall, not just me. That would have been hard to deal with. There were not too many students in this class, so it was easy to remember and recognize people. Our class was kind of like an auditorium, seats rising higher and the professor at the base with a white screen behind him.

I was sitting in the 15th row. High enough to look at him without being too conspicuous. Setting my laptop on the table I looked up to see him looking right at me. His eyes were slightly widened and his hand slowly moved to loosen his tie.

Oh dear God, did it have to be THAT tie.

My breath caught, when I recognized it. My fingers traced my wrist, the same place that tie had been bound last night. The look on his face showed that he recognized me too.

DAMN, he’ll find out I lied.

Yes that was what plagued my mind. The fact that he would make roll call and find out my real name at the end of class was simply annoying. So much for no further contact. He hesitated a bit before introducing himself.

“Afternoon class, my name is Vincent De Leo. You may call me Professor Vic.” He said slowly, taking his eyes off me. Looks like he lied too, I felt the need to smirk. He began pacing, looking around, somehow though his eyes always fell back on me. I didn't know how to react. He went on to review our syllabus, the various disorders, counseling etc. His voice was getting very heavy as he drawled on. Soon his topic shifted onto assigning someone as class assistant.

For most of the class I was sketching in my book, I had penciled in something pretty nice. It was a rough sketch of the events that had transpired the previous night. A small smile flitted onto my face and within seconds my book was snatched over my shoulder.

“Hey” I exclaimed sitting up straight.

“Well Ms……?” He waited for me to say my name.

I didn’t reply.

“Lovely work. Why weren't you paying attention?” He continued.

“I was. You were reviewing the syllabus thats it.” I retorted.

Handing me back my book, he walked to the front of the class and picked up the roster.

“Amelia June”

“Ethan Mak”

He called out a few more names, mine was the last one anyway. He kept glancing at me hoping to figure my name out, and at last he called “Cora Dayes”

“Here” I responded loud and clear.

“Well Ms. Dayes you are now Teacher’s Assistant.” He said smugly. “Please stay back for a few minutes” He continued before I could protest to the assignment.

The class littered out, mindless chatter in the air. Some chuckled at my demise, others were jealous that I had to stay back alone with the hot teacher.

Once everyone had left, I dropped the student facade. “So psychology teacher eh?” I smirked. “Did you lie about your age last night too?”

“Im sorry?” Vincent said a little confused. He was keeping up the act. “We met today didn't we? First time.”

“You can’t be serious” I said tiredly.

“I am being serious. This is a list of duties that are expected of you if there is any trouble let me know. My email is at the bottom of the page. Good day” He smiled and left.

Quickly, after a few seconds of shock I began walking after him, I tried to make him stop but he just walked on. I followed him till his office. When we reached the office, he left the door open. I walked in, rather barged in and shut the door behind me.The second I turned around I was pushed up against the door. The handle jabbing me in the back. I’m practically on my tiptoes. My eyes startled and wide. Jaw dropped at the sight in front me. Green. Just green.His eyes were a forest green and right now they were three inches away from mine. They had a sparkle, which worried me and excited me all over again.

This was definitely bring back memories from last night.“I wasn't the only one who lied” He whispered. His hand was on my waist pushing it against the door.

Slowly, they moved, one lower and the other higher. He seemed to be moving closer. My hand was resting on his chest, limp, crushing the sheet he gave me. There was only so much space for movement and any from me would result rubbing against him.

“Well, I hope you didn't lie about your age at least. Because University Professor at 28 is pretty unconventional.” I said, a little breathless. It was a welcomed restraint that he was currently exercising on me.

“Pretty accurate representation of us from the picture of last night eh?” I asked a little more confident. Pushing back, I gained a fleeting look of surprise.

Two inches now.

I could taste his breath, coffee, mint, and him. So close.

“Quite the actress aren't you?” He whispered against my skin.

My skin felt all tingly, I needed to get out of this situation. It wasn't healthy for me, my heart was beating rapidly, breath shallow. I could feel all of him against me. His chest to my chest, his hips against mine, legs tangled. Nostalgia hit me like a bus.

-x-

10 hrs ago.

My head ricocheted off the wall and connected with his lips. It was heated and passionate. There was a sense of urgency, authoritativeness, and plain wanton. His hands were roaming all over me, moving from my neck to my shoulder and down to my thighs.Clothes were flying all over his apartment and soon we reached the bedroom. Once again he pushed me agains the wall on the side of the door. Slowly, he moved lower. His lips ran against my skin down to my panties. His fingers flitted across my skin and dragged them down.A gasp escaped my lips as he kissed me. He was good, he kissed up my thigh, towards my clit. His tongue darted put and that was the end of me. If he hadn't held me I would have collapsed. He definitely knew his way around down there.

My head pressed against the wall, back arched and shallow breaths left my mouth.He stood up and chastely kissed me. In a second he picked me up and my legs wrapped around his waist as our lips joined in a dance. I hadn't even realized when we were laying on the bed. The sound of foil ripping came to my ears and soon he was all over me. It was like a dance. He took the lead and then I did.I finally got on top again. I sat back and admired the man below me. His body was glistening with sweat, his chest heaving. Slowly, I started grinding against his groin. I could feel his cock getting hard. He sat up and kissed the valley between my breasts, kissing up I tilted my head, giving him leeway to my neck. Suddenly, he stopped and reached out for something. He was back at my neck in seconds. His hands trailed my arms and pushed them back. I felt something soft at my finger tips. Satin, soon wrapped around my wrist. I gasped when he tightened it too much. Loosening it a bit he tied a knot.

My eyes widened and he smirked. He gripped the tail and pulled. “Now ride” He whispered at my ear. I was exhilarated at the thought. I had never tried something like this before and now I couldn't bear the thought of not doing it. Even though he had the reigns I was mostly in control and that felt so very good.

We fell beside each other, our breaths labored. I glanced at the clock on his bedside table and was shocked to see that it was almost 5:30 am. We had been at it all night. Luckily, I had only afternoon classes. Looking back at Sebastian, he seemed soundly asleep. His breathing was slow and peaceful. I decided to scoot out of the apartment and catch a cab to the dorms. The idea was present but I wasn't able to get up. I could even imagine my self doing it, but my body decided it was time to rest.

I woke up groggily, and felt a weight on my waist. Looking down I saw an arm holding on to me. Shifting a little I turned to look at the body attached to the arm, and all of last nights memories came flooding in. I don't know how long I was looking at him but his eyes fluttered open and I was suddenly very breathless.He slowly detached himself from me and got up. Naked. I couldn't help but look. Quickly I looked away. I rushed into the bathroom when he went to his closet. Dressing up and washing my face I made myself a little more presentable. Walking out, I grabbed my shoes on the way and walked to the kitchen. He passed me a glass of orange juice and headed to the washroom. Downing the juice, I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote;

“Thanks for Last Night”- Vic.

-x-

My flashback ended when I felt a nip at my neck. My eyes were unfocused as my hand wound into his hair. In the distance the sound of a bell pulled me out completely. The feeling was still present and the downstairs was flooding at an alarming rate. He stilled having heard the bell as well. He staggered back and tried to make sense of the situation.

“You’re my student.” He says breathless. “You’re my fucking student.” He began pacing.

I still stood by the door trying to catch my breath and get the situation under control.“And you’re my teacher.”

“We need to be professional” He stopped right in front of me.

“We need to be civil. Humane.”

“Definitely. Of course. Humane.” I said adjusting my shirt took a step into the room.

In a second our lips were dancing again, It was hot and passionate. This time, I stepped away.

“No” I started, breathless.

“We can’t be doing this. We were different people last night. Victoria and Sebastian. That was a lovely night but we can’t continue this.”

“You’re right.” He took a deep breath. “You’re right” He repeated. Straightening his tie.

“Well Mr. Vincent I will see you day after, in class.” I turned and left. The minute I walked down a few hallways, I rested against the wall and took deep breaths.

This was going to be one fun semester.

#storytime #original story #little bit dirty #one shot #surreptitious

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magioftheseas · 7 years

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1,2,4,5,6,8-12,14-17,19-23,25-28 for komahina, basically the rest of the questions still not asked i guess, if you're up for it. and 6,7,9,28-30 for kamukoma if you're still fine with it and im not being a bother. sorry! i just like reading things you write about them

I have no self-control.

For KomaHina

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Komaeda is really clingy so he gets really affectionate, especially since an embarrassed Hinata is really cute.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Typically Hinata/Komaeda. Sometimes it’ll switch depending on if Hinata’s asleep first and if Komaeda’s feeling really cold.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

They enjoy silence with one another, but Komaeda’s also quite fond of their domestic routine. Hinata also likes taking Komaeda to see pretty things because of the way Komaeda’s eyes sparkle when he’s impressed.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Hinata has the strength to and doesn’t mind flaunting it. Komaeda lacks the strength and struggles for it. (When he tries, it’s like a baby deer trying to stand.)

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Komaeda’s the kind of person to say “everything” but he really likes Hinata’s warmth and his smile. Also his chest and abs are not half-bad.

Hinata finds it hard to pick favorites, but if you twisted his arm, he’d probably say he favors Komaeda’s hands, his eyes, his calm smile, and his thighs and hips.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Hinata likes the sound of Komaeda’s given name too much to use a nickname. Komaeda’s not one for them either (It’s just “Hajime”/”Hajime-kun”) but sometimes when he likes to make Hinata flustered by playing the role of loving, doting cutesy house husband, he’ll use stuff like “darling” or “honey”. Hinata can’t ever take him seriously.

9. Who worries the most?

Komaeda in general, but Hinata worries more about Komaeda in particular than Komaeda does about Hinata

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Komaeda because Hinata’s the kind of guy who always orders the same thing.

But Hinata remembers the weird stuff Komaeda experiments with.

11. Who tops?

They switch more as Komaeda’s stamina improves.

12. Who initiates kisses?

Hinata, usually. Komaeda when he’s more comfortable.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Hinata worries about bruising Komaeda’s mouth, so Komaeda.

15. Who wakes up first?

Typically Komaeda, but Hinata has a lot of responsibilities.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Komaeda wants Hinata to stay in bed a little longer. He doesn’t mind if he himself gets up early.

17. Who says I love you first?

Indirectly, Komaeda. Directly, Hinata.

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Hinata, since Komaeda doesn’t really have anyone to tell about it and especially since he doesn’t want Komaeda getting called a clingy creep by Souda when it takes Komaeda so long to get comfortable with showing even the subtlest hint of affection. No one is actually surprised. Souda’s weirded out, but…he’s not surprised.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Weirded out at most but approval nonetheless. Hinata’s been asked “are you sure? that guy? THAT guy?” more than a few times and he gets irritated so it’s accepted pretty quickly that yes, Hinata is sure. THAT guy.

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Neither, unless Hinata is drunk.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Komaeda cooks surprisingly well when the kitchen doesn’t collapse on him. But usually it’s Hinata because he’s strict about Komaeda getting the right about of nutrients in their meals.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Hinata tries them. Gets flustered. Komaeda loves them, because it gets Hinata even more flustered.

25. Who needs more assurance?

You’d think it was Komaeda but Komaeda swears up and down it’s Hinata. Hinata also thinks it’s Hinata.

26. What would be their theme song?

….They don’t share the same taste in music, lawl.

But it’s still zanka.

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Who the fuck would let these two raise a child. They’re already raising themselves and each other.

It’s Komaeda because Hinata can’t hold a note for shit.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Komaeda’s used to being alone so he usually just carries through chores, assignments, duties, and on leisure times he just reads and maybe walks. Sometimes if not periodically, he sends Hinata stupidly cute texts throughout the door if Hinata’s off doing important work.

Hinata, meanwhile, ever a workaholic throws himself into work when Komaeda’s not around and only keeps himself from losing his shit with quick breaks to properly focus and check his phone and sometimes check on Komaeda and pulls through because Komaeda sent him this stupidly cute text about a pinecone that looked like him thanks Komaeda but immediately afterwards he throws himself back in. He gets antsy when awake and alone so he usually naps if he can or tries and often fails to force himself to relax and read. He pulls through when Komaeda sends him a picture of a daybreak sky with the text message “Hinata Hajime!” and also a winky emoticon.

For KamuKoma

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Kamukura’s the type of person who says “everything” and means it. But Komaeda really does have nice hips and is quite endearingly affectionate, both traits that Kamukura is quite fond of.

Komaeda wants to say “everything” and mean it. But he gets the most chills at Kamukura’s imposing presence and sharp gaze. And yeah, dat chest. Dem abs.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Komaeda thinks nothing of it because it’s Kamukura Izuru, of course he’d fall in love with someone like Kamukura Izuru.

But Kamu, curious at how these feelings came to be, observes Komaeda more closely to see just what it was exactly that invoked such feelings. He confesses pretty quickly because that’s the logical and most effective way of dealing with these feelings.

9. Who worries the most?

Pfffft. Kamukura denies being even capable of worrying.

It’s Kamukura.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Komaeda’s much the same as he is when away from Hinata, except maybe more absent-minded, if that makes any sense?

Kamukura is all business even more so than Hinata and even more singularly-focused, so he does whatever tasks at hand he’s supposed to do without worrying or stressing the way Hinata would. But in times of leisure without Komaeda, Kamukura just gets so bored that he’ll either sit and stare at a wall or wander aimlessly. If Komaeda’s sending him cutesy texts, he goes on a mission to find and text Komaeda pictures of things he know Komaeda will like.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

While in SHSL Despair together, Kamukura has seen what Komaeda looks like broken and hysterical. Sometimes, he’s been the cause of it even when the other was begging him. While he’d been interested in the sight due to Komaeda’s usual demeanor being completely shattered in a way he’d never quite seen before (because he knows few people as well as Komaeda), that face ate away at him in a way that was definitively unpleasant and decidedly best avoided. He hated Junko for wanting to see more and more of it.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

Kamukura’s prone to being unspeakably gentle with Komaeda, and when Komaeda wants to be consoled or comforted, Kamukura doesn’t mind providing him with solace. The way Kamukura expresses his care through words is always matter-of-fact and firm in a way that there are no disagreements. Kamukura will say without hesitation or even the slightest lowering in his voice that Komaeda is precious to him and is someone who not only deserves his protection but is entitled to it. :B

#HinaKoma #KomaHina #KamuKoma #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #KamuKomaHina #super dangan ronpa 2 #sdr2 spoilers #Magi answers #magi headcanon #anonymous #Posting screwed up formatting but hopefully I fixed it #Urgh

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thepatricktreestump · 7 years

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Forever : Patrick Stump imagine

Y/N: Sorry if my posting schedule has been kinda funky lately, my life’s been weird. Anyways, here’s one for you guys! Xoxo thank you so much for all the love

Anonymous said: Hi, could you do a Patrick Stump X Reader smut where they both really like each other but don't say and one night she kisses him and then they have really needy and clingy sex and he's moaning so much thank u

*female reader smut, going to write this one a little differently than most of my different POV ones, I hope you like it, it’s my first time doing something directly from the view point of someone else

Y/N POV

He’s handsome. Absolutely perfect. Every time you stare at him it’s like the entire world stops. He’s kind of clumsy and a little nerdy, but he’s amazing. He’s got this dorky fedora and this million-dollar smile, a warm heart and even better hugs, blonde hair that’s usually disheveled, kind eyes, and he’s a bit on the short side, but you don’t mind. He can sing like nobody knows, he plays almost every instrument known to man, he can speak different languages, and you easily call him your best friend. Every time he touches you it’s like you melt, like the entire world is spinning, like you’re flying and feeling the wind soothe your skin, the air swirl around you, everything else fading away beneath you. He’s sweet licorice and sunshine filtering through windows and teddy bear cotton and the lyrics of your favorite song. But you can’t tell him. It’s never the right time. There’s usually someone else there, or doubt lingering in your mind, him leaving too early, or awkward silence hanging in the air. You want to tell him, sometimes you feel like you need to, but your lips never listen to your brain. You hate it.

It’s a Friday night when Pete calls you up. You’re good friends with Pete, although you’ve never really shown any romantic interest in him. He’s a player, usually has a different girl every other week, likes to party, and much less, wouldn’t go for someone as conserved and quiet as you. “I don’t know,” you tried to stall. “Netflix looks really tempting right now.”

“Come on, y/n,” Pete insisted. “There will be margaritas.”

“I do love myself a good margarita,” you hummed in approval.

“Patrick will be there,” he hinted.

“Patrick doesn’t go to wild parties,” you argued.

“He’s coming to this one,” Pete explained. “I promise he’ll be there.”

“What else?” you questioned.

“Professional DJ,” he added. “What else do you want?”

“I’ll be there,” you decided. What you didn’t tell him was that ever since he mentioned Patrick’s name, the decision was already immediately switched. If there was any chance you could hang out with Patrick, you’d sure as hell take it.

“Cool,” you practically hear Pete’s smile. “I’ll see you later then.”

Picking up your phone and putting your favorite playlist on shuffle, you waltzed to the bathroom, fixing your hair and slipping on a nice dress, then proceeding to examine yourself in the mirror and try to make yourself look nice. You shot Patrick a text, telling him that you’d be at Pete’s party soon and you’d be excited to see him there, and then hopped in your car a couple hours later and arrived. Like every party Pete throws, it’s the usual. An outrageous amount of people, music way too loud for anyone’s liking, and of course, an entire counter worth of alcohol. You looked around the room and then spotted Patrick in a corner, looking out of place, fixing his collar awkwardly and standing alone. You grinned at the sight of him, picking up two Solo cups from the counter and pushing your way through the crowd towards him, then greeting him happily. “Hey Patrick!” you shouted loud enough above the music even though you were only a couple feet away, handing him a drink.

“Hey!” his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. “Uh, how you doing y/n?”

“Pretty good now that I’ve found you,” you laughed, taking a swig of your drink. “You?”

“I’m doing great,” he nodded.

“I’m happy to hear that,” you gave a light smile. “I’m surprised to see you.”

“Yeah,” he managed a chuckle. “I wouldn’t have come, but Pete told me you’d be here.”

“Oh really?” you raised your eyebrows.

“How come?” he laughed. “You look shocked.”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, taking another sip of your drink. You eyed the crowd carefully, searching for Pete. You should’ve known he would set something like this up.

“Uh, um, I got to go,” Patrick stammered. “I just remembered something.”

“Oh,” your face fell. “Okay.”

“Sorry,” he quickly apologized.

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured, trying to hide your disappointment, but still unable to wash away the frown from your face.

“I just um, I have to leave,” he explained. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you nodded slowly. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Goodbye,” he waved, finishing his drink and then walking off, leaving you alone. You scanned the room, looking for a familiar face, Pete even, but found none. You hated parties, hated crowds, hated stupid pop music, hated all of this. The only reason you came here was for Patrick and he barely even stayed an hour. You pulled out your phone, debating whether or not to text him. Hell, he probably wasn’t even out the door yet and you were already missing him. You called yourself pathetic, forcing yourself to put your phone back in your pocket and try to forget about him, sipping on your drink instead, alone in the corner of the room, surrounded by a sea of strangers.

PATRICK POV

She’s gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Every time I stare at her it’s like the entire world stops. Maybe it’s the way her hair frames her face, how her eyes sparkle when she talks, when her voice is so soothing I could just fall asleep at the sound of it, or how every time she touches me I feel as if my blood is gasoline and her skin is a warm flame. She ignites me with this fire, makes me feel emotions I didn’t even know I possessed, makes me want to love her with every single particle within me. But I can’t tell her. I can’t seem to tell her because we’re never alone. It’s always a party or a practice or someone walking in, never enough time or space, or in the rare instances we actually are one on one, I chicken out and find an excuse to leave.

That’s why when we’re at Pete’s house on a Friday night, I turn too shy. We’re somewhat alone in a corner, sipping on drinks, she’s telling me something and I’m laughing, acting carefree and happy, but on the inside, I am freaking out. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I slip up? What if I’m annoying her? I look around the room nervously and apologize, tell her that I forgot to do something, that I have to leave. The smile on her face falters a little bit, and she nods her head, as if she understands me, tells me that she’ll talk to me later. I take a deep breath, tell her goodbye, and then leave. When I get in my car I can’t believe myself. I need to stop doing that, need to stop running, need to shrug off my anxiety and doubt and worry and just fucking kiss her for god’s sake but I never can. There’s always the shaking in my hands or the trembling lips or the itch on my back or the churning feeling in my stomach and I hate it. I hate it so much because I should still be at that party, but I shouldn’t be three feet away holding a drink and pretending we’re just friends. I should be there, arms wrapped around her body, my lips on hers, fingers tangled in her hair, eyes lost within her gaze, dancing to the music, telling her that I love her. Instead I’m driving home, biting down on my lower lip so hard that it bleeds, hating myself because I’m never brave enough to do any of that.

I got home and decided to turn on the television, try to forget about what happened, about what a pathetic loser I am, instead just relax into the couch cushions and fall asleep. However, I felt a buzzing in my pocket and I realized it’s her. She’s texting me and it hasn’t even been an hour. She probably feels bad for me. I rolled my eyes, thinking I’m probably ridiculous, and decide to see what she sent. So much for trying to forget about her. “Hey Patrick,” she’s sent me, with a smiley face. I couldn’t help but smile, deciding to turn down the television just a bit so I can focus better, before shooting her a reply.

“Sorry I left,” I quickly apologized. I was surprised at how fast she responded, but don’t complain.

“It’s fine,” she reassured.

“How’s the party going?” I inquired.

“Eh, it’s okay,” she answered. I imagined her shrugging in my head, giving one of those half smiles like she always does, taking another sip of her drink. Dammit, why the hell did I even decide to leave? I’m an idiot. “Would be better if you were here.”

“Yeah,” is all I managed to reply, instead closing my eyes tight and sinking farther into the cushions of the couch, wishing I could just disappear. No wonder I never do things right.

“I can’t find Pete anywhere,” she quickly sent, making me question whether she was even there for me. Pete and her had been pretty close anyways, and he always had a better chance with the girls than I ever did. I didn’t want to break her heart, but I decide to tell her the truth, which she honestly probably has already figured out by now.

“He’s most likely with some girl in an upstairs bedroom,” I told her, which makes her respond with laughing emoticons. It’s then that I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to see her words flash on a screen in uniform text, watch her emotions be translated through little yellow circles, try and hold a conversation without being able to look at the sparkle in her eyes. Without thinking, I send the next few words, and then hop in my car, deciding to drive back immediately. “I’ll be there soon. I’m coming back.” What I didn’t know is that my stupid self never actually hit the send button, instead, leaving the words sitting in a text box on the screen, waiting to be delivered, and y/n not knowing at all.

Y/N’S POV

Ever since Patrick left the party, you hadn’t really been enjoying yourself. Sure, there was music and lots of people, but it just wasn’t your type of scene. You had looked around a couple times for Pete, going through the hallways and even venturing outside, but couldn’t find him. You pulled out your phone, tempted to text Patrick, but decided against it. That’s stupid, you didn’t need to be so clingy. Much less, he probably left because you were ignoring him anyways. He didn’t like you. You took a deep breath and decided to head back inside, get another drink, and then leave. However, it didn’t go quite as easily as you hoped it would be. As soon as you picked up a Solo cup from the counter, a boy a little taller than you approached you, dark eyes and messy spiked hair. “Hey there gorgeous,” he greeted with a sly smile that spelled trouble. “I’m Jack.”

“Hello,” you replied nervously, eyes looking around twice as desperate.

“You come here with anybody else?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah,” you nodded.

“Where’d they go?” he inquired.

“They left actually,” you admitted.

“Well that sucks,” he frowned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed, eyeing him carefully. He had ripped jeans and a shirt that read the word boner. Honestly, probably not the best first impression.

“Well I’d love to learn your name,” he hinted.

“Oh,” you gave a hesitant chuckle. “I’m y/n.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed.

“Yeah,” you slowly nodded your head, growing uncomfortable. You quickly pulled out your phone, deciding that this was the last straw, finally going to text Patrick. You sent a simple hey, then slid the phone back in your pocket, praying he’d respond soon. You needed something or someone to distract you, you were never that great in social situations, much less dealing with good looking troublesome boys at wild parties.

“You’re really hot,” he widened his eyes, looking you up and down. “Damn.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” you blushed, growing pretty flustered by now. You checked your phone and quickly replied to Patrick’s text before clenching it in your hand. He had asked how the party was going, and you weren’t going to be a jerk and act like a total pessimist, so you told him it was going okay, which wasn’t exactly false. Things could be worse. You also made sure to tell him you wished he was here, well, that was before Jack started eying your phone screen suspiciously and you had to slip it back in your pocket.

“Not gonna lie, I’m a little tipsy,” he slurred his words, gulping down the rest of the contents in his cup. “How about we get out of here?”

“No thanks,” you shook your head politely. You know it’s rude, but you can’t help but pull out your phone again, reading Patrick’s response and then shuddering at the sudden smell of liquor near you. You looked up and it was then too late, realizing Jack had his arms slung around your waist, and you flinched with fright before staying frozen.

“You sure you don’t want to get out of this dump?” he whispered in your ear. You tried to move away but his arms held you in place, and the way he said those words made a chill go down your spine. You quickly shot Patrick a text wondering where Pete went, and attempted to lighten up at a joke he had made. “Come on baby.”

“I’m fine just here,” you insisted, trying to move again, only to be held in place. You glanced at your phone, hoping, praying, desperate for a response, but found none. Dammit Patrick.

“How about we go upstairs?” he mumbled, and as soon as you were about to protest, you found his lips on your neck, lazily working their way across your skin. You began to try and break away another time, but he just chuckled, pulling you in closer. “Oh come on, y/n, you know you love this.”

“Maybe another night, but not tonight,” you argued, craning your neck away from his mouth. You looked him in the eyes, those dark orbs gazing at you, and tried to ignore his sly smile. “Look, you’re an attractive guy, but you’re really drunk. I don’t want to be a one-night stand. Got it?”

“You?” he laughed, releasing you from his grasp instantly and bursting out into chuckles. “Oh honey, we’ll be having way more than just one night together.”

“It was nice meeting you,” you tried on a fake smile. “But I really have to be going now.”

“Woah! Not so fast!” he complained, grabbing ahold of your wrist as you started to walk away. Hell, he sure was touchy feely. You glanced at your phone, double checking you weren’t just making this up, but still found no reply from Patrick. You cursed underneath your breath and looked up again, realizing Jack was now hugging you. “I can’t let you go sweetheart. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Again, it was nice while it lasted,” you insisted, shoving him away gently. “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave now.”

“Suit yourself,” he grumbled sadly, picking up another cup from the table and downing it, then slumping in a chair and starting to cry.

“Hey, hey,” you frowned, patting his back softly. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I just want you to be my girlfriend,” he sighed, staring into his empty cup as if you telling him no was the most depressing news he’s ever heard in his life. “You’re so pretty.”

“That’s extremely kind of you,” you gave a nervous smile. “I’m sorry, but I need to go home now. You have a nice night.”

“Please don’t,” he begged, staring at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“Hey! Hey, Jack!” a boy with messy brown hair came rushing towards him, groaning and then running a hand through his face. “Shit, you’re definitely wasted again.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” you giggled.

“Huh?” he spun around to face you and then widened his eyes. “Oh gosh, I am so sorry. What the hell did he do to you?”

“It’s fine,” you reassured, although you weren’t really sure how fine it was actually.

“Geez, I am so sorry,” he apologized again. “I’m Alex, I’m Jack’s best friend. I should’ve watched over him. Ugh, you go off and have fun.”

“Okay, uh, you have a good night too,” you waved, watching as they argued back and forth. You took a deep breath, walking out of the kitchen and checking your phone again, realizing you still didn’t have a response from Patrick. What a shitty party. You decided to leave, pushing your way past the crowd of people, deciding to just go home and sleep or cry or die or all three of those, when you opened the door and came face to face with him.

It was blonde hair swept to the side and fedora on his head and iconic glasses and these eyes, they seemed to be filled with an expression you couldn’t quite place. “Y/n,” he breathed, taking in the sight of you, and before you could say his name, before you could think, before you could change your decision, your lips were on his and arms were pulling you closer towards him, both of you kissing in the doorway. When you pulled away he gazed at you, biting his lower lip nervously, but you only kissed him again, wanting more of this, knowing you had waited all those years for him. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

PATRICK POV When I opened the door, the last thing I expected was for her to be right there in front of me. Face to face, she’s standing, beautiful as ever, eyes searching for something, and I’m hoping, praying, desperate for that something to be me. I barely whispered her name, feeling like I was losing sense of everything, convinced that my last opportunity to ever be with her would leave if she stepped out that door without me beside her. Before I could think, she’s taking a step towards me and placing her lips on mine, and I swept her up in my arms, planted my lips on hers, not even caring who the fuck watched us. I needed this, I had been waiting for this for so long, ever since I met her, this had been the moment I dreamed of. It was her arms pulling me closer and her tongue so sweet against mine and all my unexplainable emotions mixed together at the same time. She pulled back and for some reason I can’t take my eyes off hers, my nervousness seeping back into my skull when I realize what just happened, how she kissed me so fucking good, but I’m taken by surprise when she pulls me back in for another kiss, this time just as good if not better than the last. “Fuck,” she gasped for breath when we pulled away, and my eyes are on her, all over her, wanting more. I’ve gone without this for so long and I’ve waited my entire life and I can’t stop now, I won’t.

“I needed that so bad,” I accidentally admitted, my hands finding hers and holding her close. “I need you so bad.”

“Let’s get out of the doorway,” she decided, looking around before tugging me towards a hallway, then up the stairs, finally towards a room where she shoves me inside, closing and locking the door. “Look Patrick-”

Before she can speak my mouth is already exploring hers, our bodies pressed so close together, and she’s leaning against the door, fedora falling off my head, my lips trailing down her neck, trying to savor every kiss I can. “I’ve waited so long,” I mumbled, fumbling for the zipper in the back of her dress and sliding it down slowly. “I’ve dreamt about this moment for as long as I can remember.”

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” she begged, closing her eyes tight as I slipped the dress down from her body, her sliding off her heels, me coming back up and kissing her on the lips another time. “Please tell me this is real.”

“It’s real alright,” I chuckled, unclasping her bra and sliding that off of her arms. “God, I hope it is at least.” It’s not long before her last item of clothing is removed too, and she’s completely naked before me, and I drink in the sigh of her, her gorgeous body right there, all for me. I reached out to touch her again but instead this time she’s approaching me, reaching for the hem of my t-shirt.

“I’m so fucking glad I decided to kiss you,” she smirked, tugging my shirt off and running her hands down my chest. It’s not long before she’s on her knees, moving lover, and lower, unzipping my jeans and tugging down my boxers and now I’m the one pressed against the door, her mouth around my dick, me trying to suppress my moans. Fuck, how was she so good at this? I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long.

Y/N POV His eyes, his hands, his body, his lips, oh my god his lips. Everything about him is so overwhelming and addicting and amazing all at once, and you can’t get enough. The small sighs that escape his mouth, the moans and groans he lets out when you’re both thrusting on top of the mattress, the feeling of being tangled together underneath the sheets, the way he’s gasping out your name, the feeling of him sinking into you, everything just pure euphoria and bliss. “Fuck y/n,” he’s moaning out. Patrick had never been one to cuss, but hell, you weren’t complaining. You loved this, craved it even, watching him near his climax and sputtering out your name. You’re tugging at his hair and he’s grasping onto your shoulders desperately, both of you coming undone, catching your breath and riding out your orgasms, holding onto the moment.

When he pulls out and the adrenaline is washed away with exhaustion, you’re wrapped in each other’s arms, both of your bodies so close. “Did you really like me?” you mumbled, curious. “All this time?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, kissing his lips again. “I was just afraid.”

“You were afraid?” he raised his eyebrows, surprised. “I was terrified.”

“Why?” you frowned. “I would’ve kissed you in a heartbeat.”

“Because I want to do so much more than kiss you,” Patrick explained. “I want to hold you and call you mine and live my life with you, tell you I love you, be able to wake up with you by my side every morning, want you to feel the same way.”

“I wanted that too,” you insisted. “I still do.”

“I was scared that you might not like me,” he confessed. “I thought you’d leave me, hate me, think I was stupid for even thinking I had a chance with you.”

“Hey,” your eyes softened, taking his face in your hand and cupping his cheek gently. “I’d never leave you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long and I still can’t imagine I’m finally here. I’ve been dreaming about you for forever.”

“Really?” he wondered.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. “And I’m finding it unbelievable that my dream has finally come true.”

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