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depressopax · 9 months

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HII could you maybe write something for Berlin like HCs being in a relationship with him, maybe with connections to the new show or sm.

(Im actually so glad I found someone who writes for this fandom bc there’s literally no one nearly 😭)

Berlin - Relationship headcanons

Thank you for the request!! <3 I'm happy to see more LCDP fans here omg 😭 Hope ya like it! :)

Smut version can be found here

Pairing: Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP. Cuss words, Berlin being a bit possessive, reader uses they/them pronouns Words: 1145 Summary: Being in a relationship with Berlin would include… English is not my first language - lmk if there's any spelling mistakes so I can improve my writing! <3

Being in a relationship with this man would be a roller-coaster of emotions…

But you can’t really complain!

People see him as “cold and self-centered”, which is partially true.

BUT when he’s in love, it’s like his whole personality changes.

You are his whole world, and he will do everything to put his ego aside, and show you just how loving he can be.

And boy, he succeeds…

When he first saw you, it was love at first sight, or at least for him.

He would find out everything about you, what you like to eat, what hobbies you have, and the places you like to be at.

He would just wait for you to approach him first, but it wasn’t that easy…

After a while, he stopped being stubborn and started talking to you.

Berlin would make sure you fall for him, and that would be his biggest goal.

He would take you on extraordinary dates and totally spoil you.

He prefers calm private dates, but wouldn’t mind going to a bar/nightclub if you like that.

Despite his sophisticated looks, he knows how to party. (That one scene in Berlin when he’s at the punk club LMAOO)

Seeing you hyped up makes him happy, so how can he not love partying with you?

The two of you having lazy mornings together. Berlin is a night owl, and getting him out of bed in the morning is a challenge.

He’ll also never let you leave bed. - “Just 5 more minutes, love! - “Are you gonna leave me, all cold and lonely in bed, huh?”

Berlin wouldn’t give up his flirting until you fall in love with him.

Once that happens - he won’t shut up about you

Like, EVER.

He would drive Sergio and his other friends insane with how much he talks about you, telling them a bit too much about his love life…

Berlin is the cheesiest guy you’ll ever meet, tbh.

And he takes that as a compliment.

He would write you love letters, send good-morning AND goodnight messages to you, and bring you flowers every now and then.

Berlin is a man with many talents, and he loves impressing you, especially with his singing

Cheesy as it sounds, he even sings you serenades to express his love and devotion.

You’d have to put up with his weird and impulsive ideas.

Whether it’s planning a spontaneous trip, a heist, etc…

He needs someone to tell him to calm the hell down lol

As seen in the show, Berlin is very passionate and a bit unpredictable.

Being in a relationship is no exception.

Everyday with him is like an adventure, and he knows how to spice things up to not end up like a “boring couple”.

His goal would be making sure the honeymoon phase never ends.

He would make sure to tell you how amazing and good-looking you are EVERYDAY.

He is not afraid to argue with you, but would rather admit he is “wrong” rather than have you be mad at him for too long.

He’s not always good at reading your emotions and knows what you’re feeling, but tries to.

It breaks his heart to see you upset, and will try to make you feel better.

He can be rather possessive too. If someone stares at you for a bit too long, or flirt with you, he’s not afraid to show them that “you are his”.

He’s extra protective of you when you are around his friends. He wants to make sure you feel safe, and also that no one tries hitting on you…

Especially if you are shy, he’d be very close to you, smile at you when you talk and laugh extra loud if you say something funny.

He makes sure your friends like him.

He wants to make a good impression on everyone, but especially when it is your friends and family.

Big fan of PDA. He’s a man that is not afraid to kiss you in public, and he practically never lets go of your hand when you’re outdoors together.

When cuddling, he prefers being the big spoon.

One of Berlin’s love languages is touch.

He enjoys having his hand on your thigh, giving your shoulders soft massages, and forehead kisses. He’s the type of guy to kiss your hands, too.

If you have long hair, he tends to fidget with it, running his fingers through it, stroking it away from your face and even braiding it.

Berlin definitely treats you like a god/goddess.

But the relationship would also be challenging from time to time.

Berlin being a criminal does bother you.

Your fear is for him to get caught and end up in jail.

He’d have to reassure you a lot that he won’t get caught, promising you that he will be fine.

But don’t worry, he makes sure to keep that promise.

His pet names for you: (My) love, honey, babe…

His phone is full with pictures of you and you’re definitely both his home- and lock-screen.

He has lots of money, and spends them on you, whether you like it or not.

Berlin enjoys luxury and wants to give you a luxurious life.

His dream is to travel and see the world with you by his side.

If you don’t speak Spanish, he would offer to teach it to you.

He is very overprotective and makes sure you keep a distance from his work.

But he does enjoy impressing you with dramatic stories about his heists.

During his most difficult and dangerous heists, he will think of you and keep on fighting so he can come back home to you.

When he’s away for a longer time, Berlin makes sure to text and call you with regular updates. But in all honesty, he just misses your voice.

Like I said earlier, he is an unpredictable man, and if someone is mean to you, yikes… - “Just drop it, Andrés!” “No, babe… I’ll have a ‘chat’ with them…”

Remember the throwback scene of Berlin and the man that made fun of his bow tie?

Let’s just say, whoever insulted you will return to you and apologize, trembling and crying from pain and fright.

…Berlin would just return to you with a smug smile, pretending like nothing happened…

And act all clueless when you confront him about it.

With you, Berlin is soft and passionate, but others view him as your “scary boyfriend”, a title he accepts with pride.

To summarize… Despite Berlin's cold exterior, he is the complete opposite with you. He has so much love to give, and isn’t scared to do so. He will make sure to worship you and make sure you feel loved. All he wants is to spend his time with you, and give you the passion, excitement and devotion you deserve. Being together with him is definitely not boring.

I have such hate-love relationship to Berlin bruh 😭 Andrés in Berlin >>>>>>> LCDP

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luvsae · 1 year

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can you please write karube being jealous please

ooooooh sure !! never rlly wrote smth like this before so i apologize in advance but here we go !!

jealousy | daikichi karube

- daikichi karube x gn!reader

- angst but eventually some fluff

The bar - it was where Karube was for most of his day if he wasn't with you. He loved it as a job (or at least he acted like it).

You visited it often when you had nothing to do, Arisu and Chota would join you in doing the same. Karube appreciated it as he was usually bored standing behind the counter.

Tonight was different, though. There was an event going on a the bar so it was very busy, more than usual, actually.

Everyone was supposed to dress up in fancy attire, so you made sure to wear the perfect outfit.

When you finished dressing up, Karube walked into your shared room, a smile creeping onto his face. "Well, don't you look fancy."

You looked over and noticed Karube in dress pants and a dress shirt, a loose tie to pull it all together.

"You look fancy, too." You smiled, standing on your toes to give him a kiss. "Are you ready for all the customers today?"

He groaned. "No. But I'm glad you and the others will be there."

You smiled at him before passing by and grabbing your shoes from the corner of the room. "Hope no drunken fights start like that one time."

"Oh God, me too," Karube looked in the mirror as he finally began to fix his tie. "Almost had to call the police on them. But, it's alright."

"I'll fight anyone if they jump over the counter this time." You flashed a cheesy smile to Karube who returned one back.

"My hero." Karube replied.

"Always." You finally put on your last shoe and stood up, making sure to grab your back - it carried your wallet and other things you may need for the long night ahead.

You and Karube eventually made it to the bar. Some people were already there, but there was no sight of Chota or Arisu just yet.

"Looks like we beat them here," Karube smiled, pecking your cheek before leading you to the bar. "Why don't you sit down? I'll make you a drink. On the house."

"Wow, that's very kind of you," you teased your boyfriend. "I'd like that very much, though."

The night went on slowly up until Chota and Arisu arrived (other guests arrived, too), but you were waiting to see some familiar faces.

You were still sipping your first drink. You weren't going to drink too much tonight, just in case any of the others needed to be taken care of - you wanted to be responsible.

"Did she really get that drink for me? What about us, man. We deserve them too!" Arisu whined, making you laugh.

"Arisu, we will never get them. Quit your yapping." Chota smiled.

The night eventually went on with more people walking in with their friends, some people doing karaoke (which was just added to the time), and people begging Karube to let them have a discount.

"You should've let them have a discount," you joked, Karube leaned over the counter to hear you better. "They would love you."

"I only need one person to love me," Karube smiled before planting a kiss on your lips. "And that's you."

"That was horrible." Chota commented.

"You guys are the cheesiest couple ever," Arisu fake gagged. "Just terrible."

"Hey, you won't be complaining when you finally date someone." You fired back, laughing.

"Alright, let's not turn this into one of our dating debates," Karube said - you and Arisu always argued over things that were specific to dating. Like who pays first, who says I love you first - it was all for fun, though. "I need a cigarette. Are any of you coming outside?"

"I'll join you." Chota said.

"Me too." Arisu added.

"What about you?" Karube turned to you as he fished his box of cigarettes out of his back pocket.

"I'll stay inside if that's okay. It's a little bit cold outside." Throughout the night, people were walking in and out of the door, causing the cool air to disrupt your warmth.

"Of course it is," Karube leaned over again and kissed you. "Don't drink everything without us, alright?"

"Get a room, you two!" Chota shouted before walking out the door, laughing with Arisu.

"Those fuckers," Karube rolled his eyes, smiling at you. "I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay." You smiled as you watched Karube hurry out the door, most likely to scold his friends for the jokes.

You shook your head and laughed to yourself before looking at your drink. It was empty except for the straw that rested in your drink.

"Can I get you another drink?" The other bartender who was working asked you.

"Hm? Oh, yeah!" You slid your empty glass over, giving a thankful smile to the bartender.

You couldn't remember his name, and it's as bugging you. He worked with Karube, of course, but you decided not to ask since he already introduced himself on the past.

"Whiskey?" He asked.

"Yes please." You said.

There were a few seconds of silence as you watched the bartender pour your drink. He smiled at when he noticed, so you gave him an awkward smile back.

"Here you go, y/n." He slid the glass over - how did he know your name?

"Thanks," you said. "What's your name again?"

"Aoi." He introduced.

"Aoi, okay." You repeated to yourself before taking a sip of your drink.

"So, you're still with Karube, right?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you answered, feeling slightly off about the whole situation. "Still dating after all this time."

"Ah, nice," disappointment was laced in his voice, and you could hear it very clearly.

You shifted in your seat, trying to look at the window in the distance. Karube was with Chota and Arisu, laughing about something. You wished you had gone with them to spare yourself from the awkward conversation.

"You excited for the event?" He asked you, you turned to him.

"Yeah, I'm glad we all get to hang out and whatnot," you said. "What about you? Is it too much for a bartender?"

He laughed and looked at you. "No, it's all good besides the drunk customers. Plus, I like customers like yo-"

Just as he was about to say something, the trio walked in, and Karube took notice of what the other bartender was doing.

"Hey babe," he said, giving a glare toward the other bartender who quickly backed off. "You okay?"

"I'm okay," you said, reaching across the counter to hold his hand. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He gave a quick kiss to the back of your hand.

It started to get a bit late, yet people were still walking into the bar. People asked for food and drinks while others were just wanting drinks.

Karube was working hard and it made you smile.

He didn't entirely enjoy this job, but he was very dedicated to it, and you appreciated that. You were the same as him, but luckily you were off of work for a few days.

The people at his work were nice and Aoi came back to talk to a few times. Karube took notice and kept an eye on the fellow bartender.

It's not that Karube was against you having friends who were male, but the things that Aoi said to you made him feel strange.

"I'll be right back." You told Karube before getting up and heading over to the washrooms.

When you entered there was no on inside, but you only came in to check on your hair to see if it was still in place.

You quickly fixed a few pieces before walking out of the washroom.

When you left you had bumped into Aoi - what a surprise, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry," he laughed awkwardly. "I didn't mean to bump into you."

"Ah, that's okay," you laughed back. "At least you weren't holding drinks, right?"

"Yeah." You realized that his hand was on your arm as he held himself up from falling. Little did he know (and you) that Karube had saw everything and quickly rushed over.

"Alright, that's enough, man," Karube pushed his hand from you and glared at the man. "Don't do anything else. I've heard all the things you've been saying."

Karube was clearly upset which left you shocked and upset as well. There was a dim fire in his eyes as he looked at his co-worker, but quickly died down once he looked at you.

"Karube, it's okay." You reassured him.

"Stop talking to people who are taken," Karube raised his voice slightly at Aoi, "Go find someone else."

"Man, I wasn't trying to do that, I-"

"Yeah, sure you weren't," he scoffed. "Let's just go home," he cleared his throat. "My shift is over, anyway."

Once Karube walked away, you noticed some of the customers sitting around had been looking at you. You sighed and quickly rushed over to grab your bag and coat, before following the trio out the door.

You weren't sure whether or not to say something, but you didn't want to upset Karube any further, so when you got in the car you decided to wait until you got home if you had anything to say.

The drive home was quiet. Arisu and Chota didn't say anything either until they were dropped off. Of course you returned a quiet 'goodbye' to them.

You were now just getting home. It was very late at night, so you tried not to be too loud when getting out of the car do you didn't awake your neighbors.

Karube unlocked the door and you two walked in. He was still quiet which made you frown. It was only until you walked in the kitchen to say something.

"Karube? What's wrong?" You asked him, "you've been quiet since we left the bar. Did I do something wrong?"

Karube sighed quietly, shaking his head before looking at you. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart. It's just me being me. I'm sorry for staying quiet."

Due to the endearing name he called you, you knew he wasn't mad at you, but you knew something was still wrong.

"But," you started, "There's still something wrong. Was it that bartender?"

Karube smiled. "You read me like a book," he said. "It's just the things to you or about you. I just get worried that one day, someone will say things like that and then we'll break up."

So Karube was jealous?

This never really happened in your relationship before, so you were shocked.

"Baby," you walked over to him, pulling him into a warm hug. "I'd never leave you. I was actually trying to push the guy away, but he kept talking to me."

Karube pulled sway for a moment to look at you. A guilty look was on his face. "You were? I'm so sorry. I should've done something about it."

"It's okay," you reassured him. "I didn't want the situation to escalate any further."

"I just feel stupid for thinking about that." He confessed.

"Hey," you looked up at him, your hands on his arms. "It's okay. I get thoughts like that too, but it doesn't mean they're bad, right?"

Karube nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face. "How did I get so lucky finding you?"

"I ask myself the same thing about you." You smiled, then placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Come on, it's late."

The two of you quickly changed into comfortable clothes and got into bed. Karube has his arms wrapped around you - your favorite feeling was relaxing in bed like this. Sometimes you wish that this moment would last forever.

You suddenly had a thought before turning around and facing your boyfriend. He opened his eyes and looked at you. "Is everything okay?"

"We should talk about our feelings more," you started. "I don't want us to feel stuck because we can't say our feelings. I would rather help how you feel rather than have each other feel alone."

Karube smiled at you. "That sounds like a great idea. I promise to talk about my feelings more if something happens that I don't like."

"I promise too," you said, placing a quick kiss on his lips. "I love you forever."

"I love you too."

#karube x reader #karube daikichi x reader #alice in borderland x reader #fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #alice in borderland #angst

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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314 of 2023

What would you consider to be the worst television channel out there?

Probably you don’t know them in America, so. Wait, MTV lol.

Are you currently sitting on your bed or some other place? Where?

On the couch in the living room.

Did anything tend to make you extremely happy today? What was it?

Not today, but last week. We were on vacation in Poland and I loved it.

Have you ever had anyone drop off animals at your house? What kind?

No, I haven’t.

Are you planning on going to the movies with anyone at all this weekend?

No, I don’t waste my time on movies. I can’t think of more boring way to spend free time.

What month is it? Would you consider this to be your favorite month?

May and no, June and July are my favourites.

Do you like any one of your friends in any other way than just a friend?

Yeah, my husband. Which is obvious lol.

Have you ever made your bf/gf choose between you and someone else?

No, it’s lame. We’re in the same friends circle anyway.

Do you remember when some of the Wal-Marts had McDonalds’ in them? Or not?

I’ve never been in any Walmart in my life, they don’t exist in Europe.

When was the last time you took a shower? Was that too long ago?

Just 5 minutes ago.

Do you know where the remote to the closest television is located or not?

It’s next to me on the table.

When was the last time you were somewhere that offered free Wi-Fi?

Last week, in McDonald’s lol.

Do you know anyone who is on drugs? Are you personally on them?

Does prescription medication count?

Name one interesting fact about yourself that people might not know about?

I have a genetic disorder.

Do you ever have to write down a phone number to remember it, or not?

I look it up.

Who was the last person you talked to on an instant messaging service?

I don’t use such things.

What color are your curtains? Are you satisfied with this color?

We don’t have any curtains in our house.

Does your phone have texting? How many times a day do you text, estimate?

Doesn’t eveery phone ehave texting option as one of the basics? Anyway, I rarely text because I have more important things to do.

When was the last time you were stung by a bee? What kind was it?

Years ago.

Do you know anyone personally who had their house burn down before?

Yeah, but it was long ago.

Do you think the media can further manipulate our teenagers anymore?

Who knows. Thankfully I’m not a teenager anymore.

Who would you consider to be your favorite American Idol on the show?

I’m not American, I don’t live in the US and I don’t give a fuck about your Idol.

What grade will you be in when your school starts back? When does it start?

I’m not in school.

Have you ever had someone sympathetically lie to make you feel better?

I don’t know if they lied or not.

Do you know anyone who constantly puts themselves down? Why?

Yup, me. It’s in my nature.

When was the last time you layed at night and looked at the stars?

Lmao the stars are not really visible from our window.

What would you consider the cheesiest pick up line ever invented?

All of them, so pathetic.

If you have an iTouch or iPhone, what would you consider your favorite App?

I have neither and I’m happy for that.

When was the last time you had a piece of cake? What was the occassion?

I don’t eat cake.

Do you know anyone who has their septum pierced? Does it look painful?

Yeah, my first ex. I’ve never cared much.

Do you think some famous people just shouldn’t be famous at all? Who?

I don’t care, but anyone who spreads harmful (mis)information.

When was the last time you heard your favorite song on the radio if ever?

Never lol. My music is not radio-friendly.

Do you wish you had a different first name? What do you wish it could be?

No, I’m okay with my name.

Has anyone ever complimented you on your singing? Did you believe them?

Quite a few pople. It was nice, but didn’t matter to me much.

Do you know someone who constantly tries to embarass you on all ocassions?

Yeah, my husband sometimes.

Do you know anyone who has dyed their hair a ridiculous neon color?

Yes, me and I don’t find it ridiculous at all.

What is your favorite kind of potato chip? Are they cheap to buy?

I don’t eat these.

Are you afraid to save your surveys cause you think people will read them?

No. I doubt any of my friends uses Tumblr anyway.

Has anyone ever kissed you in the rain? Did it seem romantic at the time?

Omg no, it’s fucking cheesy and I’m not into such things.

What is one part on your body that hurts at this moment, if anything?

My right wrist. Must have hit myself somewhere.

What was the last song you listened to? Did you enjoy this song?

Inside Out by Twisted Method. I like this song.

What is your heritage? Do you have a bunch of mixed heritages?

I do, but all within Europe. Belgian, Dutch, German, French.

When was the last time you listened to a genre of you music you despise?

I don’t listen to things I don’t like.

How satisfied with life are you at this exact moment in time? Why is this?

Pretty content, going to bed soon.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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softiem · 3 years

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you used to paint his skies (pt. 2)

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!Reader

overview: The one in which Bokuto is still swearing up and down that he loves you, but the nagging feeling in your chest is too strong to ignore.

word count: ~4.3k

content warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, MSBY!Bokuto, mildly suggestive scene at the end (no nsfw), our baby Bokuto kind of loses it at the end, don’t let the fluffy interludes deceive you again

notes: I’M SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY BEING DEAD FOR 6 MONTHS,,, Here’s the second part to “you used to paint his skies” :D (I think this is better than part one — at least I hope so). Some people asked to be tagged for this second part, so those will be below. Thank you for reading, darlings ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ <333

part one.

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“Baby?”

Faint sniffles came from Bokuto, whose head was currently nestled on your lap, the two of you strewn across the sofa. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, as if he were afraid that holding you any looser would cause you to disappear from his arms. His voice was quiet, meek — nothing like the loud, boisterous ball of energy you’d grown to adore, to cherish.

To fall in love with.

Now, here the both of you were, a pile of cracked and fragmented pieces of the love you once shared, desperately grasping at whatever you could salvage from the mess.

You hummed a response.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Bokuto turned his head, his eyes staring up at you — wide, teary, and filled with a broken sense of hope.

In an attempt to avoid breaking down a third time, you cleared your throat. You still couldn’t look down at him, into his eyes that seemed to praise your very existence, even after the pain you caused.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s not talk about that right now, Kou-Bokuto.”

He bit his lip roughly, enough to bite into the skin and draw a slight trace of blood. Choking on a weak sob, he nestled his head into your stomach once more. He couldn’t stop you from calling him that name anymore; he’d lost that privilege.

What could he have been asking for? For you to simply just call him your Koutarou again? For you not to leave him and stay in his arms? For you to kiss him and wipe those tears running from his pretty eyes as you tell him you’ll love him forever, no matter what?

Quite honestly, Bokuto didn’t know what he was asking of you; he didn’t know what he wanted from you.

The only thing running through his mind was the fact that he’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

You.

You, the love of his life. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew how, despite your small tendency to be romantically constipated, you tried your best to love him — even to the point of using stupidly cheesy pet names for each other.

– – – – –

“Please, baby!” Bokuto had your hands tightly grasped in his. “I swear, if you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you for anything else for the rest of my life — okay, that’s a lie because I really want ice cream after this, but you know what I mean!”

“Kou.” You drew in a breath. “I’m saying yes to the ice cream later, but those are the cheesiest pet names I have ever heard of.”

You saw the way Bokuto visibly deflated as he heard your soft rejection of his idea.

For the rest of the night (after stopping by the store and getting yourselves two tubs of ice cream, of course), the two of you sat cuddled up on the sofa half-paying attention to whatever B-list movie was recommended to you. Occasionally, you would hear Bokuto let out a deep sigh, most likely to try and guilt trip you into doing what he asked of you earlier.

Turning your head to face him, you grinned at the little pout on his lips as his eyes bore holes into the TV screen.

“Hey, Kou.”

Nothing. His attention stayed glued to the TV. The only sign that showed he’d heard you was the deepening of his pout.

“Koutaro, pretty boy. I’m talking to you,” you giggled.

Still nothing. You racked your brain for all of the possible ways this could end — every one of them resulted in the same thing.

Sighing, you brought up a finger to poke at his cheek. “Hey, dovey.”

If Bokuto were a dog, his ears would have stood straight up and his tail would have started wagging as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Say that again,” he demanded, his eyes wide and sparkling and the corner of his lips twitching, just barely restraining a smile.

When you didn’t reply, his fingers prodded at your side — a promise to tickle you if you didn’t humour him right now.

“Say it again! Who am I?”

“You’re my dovey.”

“And who are you?”

You struggled to fight the urge to curl up into yourself as you answered him, “I’m your lovey.”

“And what are we together?” Bokuto brought his face closer to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

“We’re lovey dovey.” You completed it with a pair of awkward jazz hands.

With that, Bokuto’s face split into a blinding smile as his laughter rang through the living room. He brought you tight into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes! I knew you could do it, lovey!” Your cheeks grew warm as you were subjected to his rain of kisses on your face.

Pulling him in for one last kiss to your lips, you whispered, “I love you so much, Kou.”

– – – – –

He knew how he was always the first thing on your mind; you’d put him as your first priority without fail, no matter how busy you were, even when he hadn’t put you as his.

– – – – –

Bokuto stared up at the crisp, white ceiling — hospitals were never a fun place to be in. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to his room burst open, revealing you in your ever-ethereal work clothes rushing toward him.

“Babe! Are you alright?” Stopping at the side of his bed, you brought his hand up to place a kiss on his knuckles.

Bokuto let out a light laugh as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle. Nothing to worry about, honey.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’? Your coach said that you’d have to be out for two weeks!”

“That’s not too much! It’s not like I’ll be missing the whole season, angel.”

“But, Kou, you also have to–”

Bokuto stopped your worried rambling as he pulled you down, giving you a soft kiss on your lips and cheeks. He gave you a smile.

“Stop worrying, baby! Everything will be fine because I have the cutest, smartest, and kindest nurse to help me recover, right?”

“And who’s that?” You sent him a teasing look as your hands shuffled through your pockets looking for your phone.

“You, silly!” He paused before staring up at you in concern. “You are going to take care of me, right, baby?”

“I don’t know about that, Kou. Work has been hectic lately.” You pulled out your phone.

“But I’m injured! And I’m your boyfriend too! You can’t just leave your injured boyfriend alone to fend for himself! Baby!” Walking away from his bed, you exited the hospital room, tapping away on your phone.

A few minutes passed before you returned, seeing Bokuto sulking in the hospital bed, a familiar pout on his lips.

Your eyes softened as you gave him a smile. “Guess who just got two weeks off?”

– – – – –

The foundation of your relationship was built upon the fact that the two of you knew each other like no other; you loved each other like no other.

So how had everything culminated into such a mess?

“Bokuto.” You felt the way his body stiffened as you called his name.

“Yes,” he hesitated, “honey?”

“Do you remember what I told you a couple years ago? About what I thought of love?”

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out a few tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

His voice came out hoarse and weak as he whispered, “I could never forget.”

– – – – –

The sky was enveloped in a cloak of darkness, but not even the onslaught of exhaustion could prevent the two of you from leaning back on the picnic blanket to stare up at the shimmering stars.

“Baby?” Bokuto turned his head to where you lay beside him. You hummed in response, half of your attention taken by the stars.

“What do you think about love?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling onto your side to fully look at your boyfriend.

The moonlight casted harsh shadows on his face, but the way he looked at you — eyes sparkling with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled into a light smile — softened the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“Where did that question come from?” You raised a hand to lightly trace over the curves and slopes of his face; your thumb caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you.” His eyes turned into little crescent moons as he smiled at you. “Deal?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Hm, three kisses please,” you said, wiggling three of your fingers.

Bokuto laughed, indulging you with a kiss to both of your cheeks and a final kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “You asked me what I think about love?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you sighed, turning back to face the midnight sky above you, “I think that love is like the sky — the sun, to be specific. It’s always changing, and everything is so unpredictable about it. There’s so much potential for destruction in what the sky holds. But, there’s always one constant. Do you know what it is, Kou?” You looked at him.

“What is it, angel?” His golden eyes glimmered, as if they were holding stars themselves.

Adjusting your position on the picnic blanket (you curled closer into Bokuto, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders), you continued, “It’s the sun. No matter how much it rains or snows or whatever weather catastrophe is happening, the sun is always going to be there. Sure, you can have multiple suns like those Star Wars planets, but…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes. “... I think I’m happy with my one sunshine.”

Bokuto, ever the romantic, pulled you into a nearly-bone-crushing hug as he laughed into your shoulder. After peppering kisses to your neck and jaw, he pulled away to look at you. He sported the brightest smile, but something sparkled behind those eyes of his.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re getting cheesier than me.”

You groaned, leaning away from him, “Shut up, Kou!”

He giggled before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get home before these mosquitoes eat us alive, honey.”

“And then you’ll tell me where you got that question from?”

“Of course, honey! I never break a deal!”

– – – – –

How could he forget what you said? Every word you’ve ever spoken to him, he’s grasped onto like a lifeline, as if they would be your last. He was so close to bursting — so close to pulling himself off of your lap, looking into your pretty eyes, grasping your shoulders, and yelling at you, screaming at you, asking why you would think he could ever forget anything about you. How dare you think he could ever forget anything about you?

But he couldn’t do that. Not to you. Not anymore.

He didn’t realise that you’d gone silent — his world had gone silent — until your sniffles broke his reverie. His arms tightened around your waist as his head nuzzled into your stomach once again; it was a broken act of comfort.

“Honey,” the edges of his voice cracked as he called out for you. “Talk to me. Please. Don’t… don’t stay quiet.”

Being met with another bout of silence was almost excruciating. Bokuto was struggling to keep himself together, to keep his head above the water before he drowned in his thoughts of losing you.

He launched himself up from your lap, grabbing your face with shaky hands. He had tears running down his face once again. His face was blotchy, and his hair was a mess. He was a mess.

“Please, lovey,” he whispered. If you stayed silent just one minute longer, he’d collapse. He was sure of it. Fighting the urge to just sit himself in your lap, pull you tight against him, and beg you not to leave, Bokuto settled with caressing the skin under your shirt.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“I forgot to tell you one thing that night.” You moved your hand from where it was resting in his hair back to your side; he tensed at the loss of your touch.

He swallowed, his anxiety began to pile up once again. “What’d you forget, baby?”

“Even though the sun” — your voice cracked — “is a constant, sometimes it can be too much. Burn too bright and dry up everything underneath the sky. Sometimes...” you paused to take a deep breath, trying to swallow back the lump that was growing in your throat. “Sometimes the sun can do even worse harm than anything the sky could do.”

Bokuto could feel the gradual increase of his heartbeat. He shook his head, his fingers involuntarily digging into your skin. No, no, you didn’t mean that. You couldn’t mean that. If you did he… he didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto,” you murmured, “I can’t stay here any longer.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his grip, but he wouldn’t relent. His arms were shaking as he pulled you even closer into him. He was whispering something to himself.

“Bokuto, I’m being serious.” You tried to keep your voice stable but failed miserably — it all came out shaky, your tone uneven. “Let me go.”

His whispers grew louder until you could finally understand what he was saying.

“No, no. This isn’t real. I love you. I love you. No, don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I love you.”

You called his name. Once, twice, thrice. As you called for him, his whispers grew to full-blown cries.

“Bokuto!”

“I’M SORRY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

But the only thing your eyes chose to focus on was the trail of red and purple leading down his neck.

You felt a prickling sensation behind your eyes, a feeling that had grown familiar to you in the past few hours.

Bokuto caught the wandering of your eyes down his neck, a faraway mist muddled the irises he loved gazing into; he realised what you were staring at, forcing down a choked sob. He clenched his jaw, violently cursing himself for making you feel like you weren’t enough, like you weren’t the one keeping him standing straight.

Like you weren’t his sun, moon, stars, and whatever else you filled the fucking sky with.

He gently moved your head, trying to get you to look back into his eyes and away from the bruised mistake that marred his skin. His thoughts only filled with one thing — “Come back to me, baby.”

Waves of relief crashed against him once you met his eyes.

“Baby– Angel– I’m so– I don’t– Please–” Bokuto struggled to keep his thoughts straight. Not when you stared at him with an iciness that pierced his heart every time he looked back into your eyes, hoping to find even the smallest trace of love left for him.

He let out a rough sigh, frustrated with his inability to speak through the racing of his heart. His hands, still cupping your face, lightly squeezed your cheeks to ground himself. He looked back to you, his eyes swimming with even more tears, trying to send a message to you that he couldn’t put into words.

You looked away from him, focusing on the ticking clock on the wall as you gnawed your lip. A question had been running through your mind ever since he cracked into your resolve to leave and pulled you to the sofa, laying his head in your lap.

Your eyes turned back to him.

“Can you tell me something, Bokuto?”

“Yes, yes, baby, of course. I’ll do anything you want.” He eagerly nodded, a small spark of hope sparkled within him.

“Why’d you lie?”

He felt as though you just dumped him into one of Atsumu’s god-awful ice baths.

“What’re you saying, angel?” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Earlier,” you croaked. “I asked you earlier how long you’ve been” — you couldn’t say that word; it’d hurt too much — “messing around.”

A glint of recognition passed his eyes.

Continuing, you forced your voice out, even though it grew weaker the more you tried to hide your pain, “You said that it was just this once. That wasn’t the whole truth, was it?”

Fuck. Bokuto took his hands away from your face, opting to grasp one of your hands in his. He gave your knuckles a kiss before looking back at you, his eyes teeming with unadulterated guilt and desperation.

“I-I knew them before this ever happened. We met at one of the team parties, but you weren’t there because you were at work.” He saw a glimpse of darkness shadow over your face, and his heartbeat picked up again (not that it ever really settled). “But we never did anything! Not until last night, at least.” His voice grew quiet at the end.

“And never once did it occur to you to tell them that you were taken?”

Bokuto’s lips started trembling — no doubt he’d begin crying again. He looked down, trying to avoid your glare, but his grip on your hand never loosened.

“Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up in the worst way possible. But I promise you, I never did anything with them before. We just talked at that one party. I promise you that. I promise, honey.”

The look in your eyes became even colder, even more distant; something akin to hatred was present as well. No, this couldn’t be happening. His worst nightmare was coming true. You’d finally learned the truth and were going to leave him. You might have called him your sunshine that one night two years ago, but, to him, you were his oxygen — without you, he was truly nothing. Just a corpse of a man, not worth wasting a breath on.

He was losing you. Again.

“I’m leaving, Bokuto.” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp, ignoring his cries for you to please stop, to listen for just a minute longer. “Don’t you dare try to look for me.”

Bokuto whimpered, following you to where you were trying to pick up your bags in your haste of anger. Once again, he tugged at the straps, trying to steal them away from you, but his arms grew weak at the scowl pointed his way.

His breath quickened, and his heart raced. He was panicking, grasping at straws to have to rethink your choice and stay with him so he could apologise for the rest of both of your lives. He’d spend the remainder of eternity begging for your forgiveness if only you’d just stay with him.

But he couldn’t say a word. Not with his blinded panic, and definitely not with the terrible, agonising look you were giving him as you stared back at him.

Was this how you felt when he’d walked out on you last night? Hopeless. Defenseless. As if you weren’t even worth a grain of sand underneath the other’s shoe.

“Lovey, I’m sorry!” Bokuto cried out one more time, hoping that he’d reach out to whatever small piece of love you still held for him. “I said I’m sorry! Please just forgive me, don’t leave me. Please! I’m begging you! Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it a million times over. Just, please,” he quieted to a whisper, just barely reaching your ears, “stay with me, and we can get through this together.”

His face crumpled as he heard your responding scoff.

“There’s no more ‘together’ for us, Bokuto.”

Your words stung — well, they stung as much as a gunshot or a knife to the heart would sting. He pressed on, desperate to get you to hear him out.

“I’m your sunshine, right? Your dovey. Your babe. Your pretty boy. Your Koutarou. Right?” He gripped onto the hem of his shirt, balling his hands into fists. “No matter what you call me, I’m yours. And I always will be. Even if you leave me right now, I’ll never stop looking for you. You know why?”

You stayed silent.

“Because I am just as much your sun as you are mine.”

His words echoed in your mind — that twisted, gnawing feeling came back in your gut. You knew that if you stayed for one more minute, it’d be over for you, and you’d go running back into his arms that always held you so tightly. Into his arms that smelt like home. Into his arms that made you feel like you were on top of the world as long as he was by your side. Into his arms that held onto another once the two of you reached a rough patch.

You made your decision.

“Koutarou…” His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide and glittering with a false sense of hope. “I’m sorry. I have to leave.”

There was another feeling growing within Bokuto. It was ugly, festering in the deepest parts of his mind — coming from a place that refused to acknowledge his faults. This feeling, it blamed

you. Why would you hurt him like this? How could you hurt him like this? You said he was your sunshine, your dovey, your Koutarou! How cruel could you be to lead him on, calling him ‘Koutarou’ again? You said you loved him!

“Don’t leave me!” He raised his voice. This feeling was taking over him, and it was angry. “If you leave, I’ll-I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he tried to regain control of himself.

Your brows furrowed. He still had the energy to yell, huh?

“You’ll what?” You took a step toward him. He looked away from you, trying to avoid your burning gaze. “Tell me, Koutarou. What will you do if I leave?”

He shook his head; you knew what that meant — “I won’t say it.”

“You’ll go back to them, won’t you?” you scoffed. “Have fun, Koutarou.”

Adjusting the straps of your bags, you gave him one last glare before moving toward the door once more.

That feeling came back in Bokuto’s mind, and it was stronger than ever. Pounding against the walls he built up, it roared, telling him to make you regret hurting him, make you think twice about leaving him. Bokuto was panicking, his will to beg you to stay was growing weaker as the feeling inside him became increasingly angry at you for causing him so much pain.

He knew he’d regret the next words he’d say to you, but that realisation came a second too late.

“I’ll never forgive you!”

You froze. Turning back around to face him, your eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you leave me, I’ll never forgive you!”

His eyes were burning into you, a raging fire behind them.

“You’ll never forgive me?” you spat.

As quickly as the fire grew, it was extinguished as Bokuto’s expression morphed into one of shock.

“Wait, baby, I didn’t mean it! I promi–”

Dropping your bags by the door, you strided toward his figure. Pushing him against the wall, you pulled him in by the collar, melding his lips with yours.

The kiss was rough, angry, desperate — an amalgamation of everything you’ve felt in the past few hours going back and forth with Bokuto.

You pushed yourself into the space between his legs as he finally recovered from his shock and tried to match your tempo, his hands pulling you close into his body. Your teeth clashed together, and you had half the mind to bite his tongue in your mouth, but you held back.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pulled his head back, ignoring his small, pained whine. The offensive mess of red and purple blotches still covered the expanse of his neck. A scowl grew on your face.

Bokuto yelped as he felt your lips latch onto his neck, sucking your own bruises over the ones already existing from his escapade. You were rough, unrelenting in your nearly-primal way of claiming him.

Trying to ignore your satisfaction from hearing his whimpers of your name, you pulled away, looking at your series of marks covering the ones from his other lover. The two of you were left panting — him trying to meet your eyes and you trying to avoid looking at him at all costs.

Leaning into his ear, you placed a gentle bite on his lobe. He tensed ever-so-slightly.

“You’ll never forgive me if I leave?” you hummed.

His hands that were under your shirt, roaming across your back, froze.

“B-Baby, wait, I didn’t–” He tried to plead with you until your next words completely shattered what was left of his broken, battered heart.

“I think I can live with that.”

You quickly backed away from him, evading his attempts to grab at your waist to stop you from leaving, and picked up your bags by the door. Looking back at him one last time, you nearly broke your facade.

After all he’s done, you still loved your Koutarou — no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise — and seeing him on his knees, sobbing, begging you not to leave for the umpteenth time, your will was wearing thin.

“Goodbye, Koutarou.”

The slam of the front door echoed across the remnants of his shattered heart and all he had the strength to do was cry. Pulling at the strands of his hair, he sobbed, begging into the air, weeping with no one to listen to him.

Without you, his world had no sky; everything was bathed in the shadow of your absence.

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tags: @katelyns-stuff @random-fandom-girl-24

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader #tw: cheating #tw: swearing #gn!reader

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aoshihugs · 2 years

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anon requested:

tokimitsu my beloved

⤿ ‘x reader’ hcs

⤿ warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety/nervousness

❥ yall are the prime example of taking things slow

❥ it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate your affection, nor that he isn’t affectionate himself

❥ he is! most definitely!

❥ he’s just not used to receiving it (or really giving it, for that matter)

❥ at all

❥ no prior romantic experience, and no strong friendships either (before meeting some of the blue lock guys ofc)

❥ he also wants to make sure you’re comfortable with affection and stuff, but is too intimidated by the thought of you rejecting him so he just doesn’t ask lmaoo

❥ poor guy, help him out pls

❥ start off by holding his hand or giving him a cute nickname

❥ i’m personally a fan of “toki”

❥ be patient !! ease him into physical affection with cheek kisses in private before trying it out in public

❥ once he gets more comfortable receiving your affections, he’ll hesitantly reciprocate!! it may not seem like much at first, especially to others that know yall are together, but he’s definitely trying!!

❥ give him praise and encouragement pls, he canonically just wants someone to tell him that he’s perfect the way he is, plus he deserves it!!

❥ no matter how long yall have been together, he’ll never stop getting visibly flustered when you hug him or show any pda

❥ blushing tokimitsu is probably your lockscreen (and homescreen tbh) bc holy shit he’s so

❥ 💓💗💘💕💝💖💕💞💘💓💖💕💝💗

❥ yk?

❥ big on sweets, but specifically cakes and other baked goods

❥ loves food dates!! specifically a bakery enthusiast

❥ no but seriously, ask him about any bakery in your area, he probably has the menus memorized

❥ will internally combust if you offer to share a cake slice

❥ would ascend to the astral plane if you attempt to feed him

❥ off the same spoon you just ate from???

❥ THAT’S AN INDIRECT KISS ????1!?1!1?!!

❥ at-home dates where yall bake together? the domestic vibes are off the wall

❥ not big on giving you nicknames because they fluster him more than you, but appreciates any that you give him

❥ maybe, eventually, he could get used to calling you “honey”

❥ absolutely hates it (/lh) if you’re the type to jokingly call him the worst, cheesiest names

❥ wtf is a “snugglemuffin” ?? stop laughing at him, he’s so done with you

❥ damn toki really said “stop simping” huh

❥ …no! anyways.

❥ naturally nervous boy, but is significantly comforted by your presence

❥ believe it or not, despite how flustered he gets by the simplest touch, your affections are very soothing for him

❥ when he get’s all worked up and overthinking, hold his face in your hands and remind him to breathe

❥ really likes your voice, talking him down from his stronger anxiety attacks has been very effective

❥ dumbest sappiest smile on his face if you’re the type to shower him in affections

❥ melts if you kiss his nose

❥ can’t make eye contact so he opts to close his eyes and let you hold him

❥ probably gets a little emotional ngl

❥ genuinely doesn’t see what you see in him, and probably thinks you’re out of his league

❥ no! stop that! bad toki!

❥ i doubt he’s ever been shown this much love and pure adoration in his life

❥ give him reassurance and daily affirmations and love pls

❥ can we talk about how built he is for a sec because wtf

❥ he canonically goes to the gym when he’s bored i- go with him lmaooo

❥ compliment his physique!! he’ll be a tomato for the rest of the day if you tell him how attractive he is

❥ listen to his rambles!! he’s used to people tuning him out or just shutting him down when he gets into sharing his interests

❥ it means a lot to him if you show genuine interest in him and what he likes, and make an effort to get to know him better

❥ always the attentive listener, yall remember during the second selection when aryu was asking him about his football trivia knowledge? and he was nodding with his eyes wide? yeah that’s him whenever you’re talking lol

❥ kinda comical, very endearing

❥ would be so conflicted if you wanted to play a casual game of football/soccer with him

❥ on one hand, you’re showing interest!!

❥ on the other, what if you get hurt?!?!

❥ no matter how athletic you are, he’s still gonna worry about you

❥ yet his mind goes blank when he tries to ask you

❥ is so?? unsure of himself?? when he tries to ask you on a date??

❥ he’d already have the whole thing planned in his head: the location(s), time, food, all of it

❥ stutters a bit, flush creeping up his neck, blinking and looking around to avoid eye contact, hands fisted in his pockets or clasped behind his back

❥ “s-so! if you’re free this weekend… uhm- would you like to- uh- go… to… movieswithme?”

❥ say yes.

❥ *tiny inhale of surprise*

❥ (as if you would turn him down? yeah right)

❥ “oh, cool! um- so i was thinking — if you’re okay with it — we could stop by that one café after and-“ blah blah blah we get it you’re cute stfu

❥ so in love with you bro he probably gets those cartoon heart eyes

❥ yk that one copypasta? hold on-

❥ *jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair* Ahem, you look very lovely.

❥ but not to that extreme… maybe internally

#<//3 ranfiction #tokimitsu my beloved #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk hcs #tokimitsu aoshi #tokimitsu aoshi x reader

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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Movie Night Argument

Team Gai Week Day 1

Prompt: Movie Night

@team-gai-week

Characters: Hyuga Neji, Tenten, Rock Lee, Maito Gai

Words: 1592

Edited by: @kyu-pine 💜💜💜

Movie night is a sacred event for Team Gai. Once a month the four of them gather at Gai-sensei’s apartment with more snacks than they can eat and enough blankets to cover all of Konoha.

It was a night that every single member of the team looked forward to. Lee thought of it as extra bonding time and would often try to turn it into some sort of training opportunity to no avail. Even Gai-sensei wouldn’t back him up on these nights, reminding him that movie nights were for relaxing. Neji and Tenten always appreciated that their Sensei would put his foot down and allow them one semi-normal activity as a team.

Tenten enjoyed the monthly activity because it provided a safe, private place for her sensei and teammate to be as weird as they wanted. Without the concern of people seeing them and judging she was able to relax a bit and enjoy some of the things that they did. Seeing Gai-sensei pointing out poor fighting styles in the movies, or Lee bawling over the cheesiest romance scenes was rather fun when it was just the four of them.

Even on nights that Kakashi-sensei joined them, she was still able to enjoy herself. It wasn’t as if he had a right to judge anyone on their dorkiness when he tied with Gai-sensei for ‘dorkiest man in all of Konoha’.

Neji enjoyed a quiet night away from the Hyuga compound and had found a new love of historical flicks. A love that was currently giving tenten a giant headache. While Gai-sensei was in the kitchen making popcorn for their movie, she was in the living room arguing with her teammates over which movie they were going to watch, and as always Neji was refusing to budge.

“Like Wind and Fire'' is a critically acclaimed movie about the life of the first Shinobi ever recorded using scorch release. The things we could learn-” “No,” flopping against the couch, Tenten plopped her movie over her eyes in annoyance. After a long day of training, the last thing she wanted to do with their movie night was more learning. “An action movie is what we need. Hit by a Kunai is full of fights, danger, and quick thinking. It’ll be way more interesting than your boring biography flick.”

“You haven’t even given my movie a chance,” Neji argued. “You can’t call it boring without seeing it first.”

“Does it have fight scenes?”

“In a historical context, yes.”

Lowering the movie from her face, she turned her head and scowled at Neji. “That sounds boring. Lee, back me up here.”

At the mention of his name, Lee straightened himself up and nodded in agreement. “It does sound like a movie that is more likely to put us to sleep rather than excite us.” With Lee on her side, Tenten had no doubt she would come out of this victorious. Even if they needed Gai-sensei to make the final decision, he wasn’t going to support Neji. Not when both Tenten and Lee were standing firm against him. “I think we should watch this,” he held up a third video, crushing Tenten’s dreams of winning in an instant. “Strangers in Battle. It has grand battles,” her ears perked up. “A difficult enemy that must be overcome in a passionate battle,” perhaps Lee’s movie choice wasn’t so bad. If there was anyone she could trust to deliver on promises of endless action in a movie, it was Rock Lee. “and the main character falls in love with one of his enemies and has to struggle with what to do about those feelings. To ignore them and focus on the job, or give in and try to save the one he loves from darkness.”

“Arge!” flopping back against the couch, she stared up at the ceiling. “You would ruin a good action movie with ‘Love’.” She bulked at the cheesy description her teammate had given. “We all like action so why not just watch my movie?” Then she could avoid the awkwardness of having to sit through terrible romance scenes that would make any normal person cringe.

“Really, Lee,” Neji sighed, throwing a crumb of support to Tenten. “You’re spending too much time with Kakashi-sensei.”

A fact that she couldn’t help but agree with, seeing as the biggest romance dork they knew was their Sensei’s Eternal Rival, but one she didn’t fully blame Lee for. It was difficult to spend time outside of training with their Sensei and not find Kakashi-sensei nearby. The two were damn near inseparable when they weren’t training or away on missions.”

“A good romance story will only add to the excitement of the action,” Lee states, his words sounding exactly like something Kakashi-sensei would say. “My vote is for Strangers In Battle.”

“Like Wind and Fire,” Neji slammed his movie down on the coffee table.

Lifting her head off of the couch, Tenten sighed when she saw her teammates glaring at each other over the coffee table. If either of them had a movie that she was even slightly interested in seeing she would throw her support behind them. That way a full-blown argument would be avoided and they could enjoy the rest of their night.

Except Neji’s movie sounded like a serious snooze fest and she had been subjected to a two-hour-long romance movie last month thanks to Kakashi-sensei’s interruption of their team bonding night.

The thought of sitting through either of those movies sounded like a night of torture created specifically for her by some sick, twisted person who wanted nothing less than to see her suffer.

“Snacks!” Neji and Lee whipped around, forgetting about their argument in favour of seeing what treats they were getting tonight. Seeing an opportunity, Tenten bolted off of the couch and straight for the DVD player.

“Hey!” Neji spun around, glaring daggers at Tenten where she stood, triumphant in her goal. “That’s cheating!”

“Is it?” Waiting for the DVD player to open, she made a show of cracking open her DVD case and popping the DVD out of it. “Why don’t you fight me?”

For a second it looked like Neji was about to take her challenge, but before he could ever hope to move, their Sensei placed a hand on his shoulder. A quick and effective way to end an argument.

“What is it we’re watching tonight, Tenten?” Gai-sensei inquired as he handed a bowl of popcorn to Neji and took the bowl of chips balancing on top of his head and handed them to Lee along with the bagged candies he had already given him.

With a triumphant grin, Tenten held the DVD case out in front of her for all to see. “Hit by a Kunai,” she answered her Sensei’s question. “Neji and Lee were just about to agree with me that it’s the best choice.”

“We-” one hard look from Tenten silenced any protests Lee was about to make.

“It seems the logical choice to make,” Neji agreed far too quickly for a man who had just scolded her for sneaking in the win. “Tenten did offer to get up at five am for a week to take part in early morning training in exchange. I thought she was just being desperate, but if she’s putting her DVD in it must have been a serious offer.”

The world came crashing down around her. The only thing worse than their sensei’s intense training was the early morning wake-ups he would sometimes force them into, and Neji had just trapped her into a week of them.

An entire week of dragging herself out of bed before the sun even thought about rising, all for a video. The worst part was she didn’t regret it. A stupid early wake-up still sounded more bearable than the movies her teammates has suggested.

“Tenten?” her sensei had an uncertain expression when she glanced his way. “A week?”

The lie was so unbelievable that her Sensei could tell something was up and chose to offer her an opportunity to back out. To avoid a week of early morning torture sessions.

She wouldn’t do that though. If she did, Neji would find another way to get back at her. Something even worse.

She couldn’t take that risk. So, swallowing her pride she plastered a smile onto her face. “Yep,” it pained her to agree, but the look of utter shock on all three boys' faces made her future suffering a little worthwhile. “Bright and early for an entire week.”

Gai-sensei and Lee cheered, already planning out the week of training that was guaranteed to force her into an early grave. Meanwhile, Neji slid up to her side and gave her a rather unimpressed frown.

“You’re really going to do it?”

“Uh-huh,” she grinned through the pain.

“You’ll collapse on the first day.”

“True, but I’ll still show up the next day,” she promised. “And the day after that.”

Neji examined her, waiting for the smile to crumble away and the complaining to begin. She refused to give in, though. Denied him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she was suffering because of his little trick.

“Make it five whole days and you can pick next month's movie too.”

Her ears perked up. A deal she simply couldn’t refuse, no matter how much it was going to suck fighting towards such a goal. “Deal.” two months of action flicks. No boring history, or cheesy romance, and most importantly no arguing with her teammates about it.

She refused to give that up.

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diredove · 4 years

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Hello!!! May I request Staff x Reader scenarios or headcanons whichever you feel like doing where the reader gets very flustered and bashful at flirtation and compliments towards them? 👉👈😚

You bet! Thanks for my first ask! <333

This is pretty long since it includes everyone, so most of it is under the cut! Let’s see how I do, hehe

Dire Crowley

- He gets a major ego boost out of it, your blush can only mean that his charm is still as all-encompassing as it was in his youth!

- He's going to act (very poorly) like he's apologetic about making you shy, but his apology is buried under him having a big head about it

-"Ah, am I too bold for you? I can't help that I am not only kind, but also debonair! It is a curse!"

- Also just because he apologizes for being bold doesn't mean he's going to stop! Now that he knows how much he effects you he's going to flirt with you at every chance and revel in the flush on your face

- "How cute, I've once again put you under my spell! Will you ever recover?"

- You can say goodbye to the days you could walk freely on campus, because now you never know when Dire is going to catch sight of you and yell out some super specific compliment at you even as you try to run

- No seriously, he pops out when you least expect him with the cheesiest lines on the tip of his tongue, if you weren't so busy being embarrassed for yourself you'd be embarrassed for him

- But it's okay, everyone else side eyes him for you, because it's actually painful how proud Dire is of himself whenever you can't meet his eyes

- The man is on cloud nine having an adorable being like you at his whim alright, you really need to understand how big his chest is puffed up because of you

- If you actually asked him to stop, let's be honest, he wouldn't listen at first. Dire is someone who needs it drilled into his head to get the picture and just one scolding isn't enough for him to give up his new favorite pass time

- If you truly mean it, he'll sulk about it and lament the loss of your rosy cheeks dramatically, but he'll back off if you don't budge

Divus Crewel

- Not surprised in the slightest, but highly amused.

- "Precious." Is his first thought, seeing you wring your hands in front of yourself

- Well, of course you're flustered by him, he flusters everyone. However, if it's you, he's less bored and much more playful

- Since he's always making some innuendo or being flirty already, he makes it a point to turn it up to 11 when he's with you. He wants you to know you're special

- "If I lined up every precious puppy in the world, you'd still win best on show."

- He's more sincere with his compliments, and purposely dotes on you more than anyone else so you get the hint he likes your flushing face better than all the others he's seen

- And poor you, Divus is trying to make his intentions known but for you he's just turning up the heat until you can barely speak to him

- At least before you could calm yourself down by saying "He's like that with everyone" but then he goes and says things to you that he most definitely doesn't say to everyone!

- If you tell him off, he will obey. It is never his intention to cause you discomfort, and if his advances aren't returned he's not the type to pursue someone unwilling. That's just plain uncouth.

- If you make your stance clear Divus will go in the opposite direction, making a point to be professional and polite with you to avoid coming off as disrespectful of your rejection.

Sam

- He stops in his tracks and stares. Wait, hold on, you're flustered? By him? Surely you've got the suitors lining up where you're from, right?

- "You're flustered over little ol' me? Well now I'm embarrassed, having flattered a an evening star like you!"

- If you attempt to deflect or downplay yourself, Sam's not having any of it. In fact, now he's just offended because you're trying to convince him he's blind and you aren't the prettiest thing to walk the earth

- Sam is definitely the type to call out your shyness, not to be mean, but to give you some confidence!

- Because, seriously, you're flustered? You should be getting bigger and better compliments than his left and right! Why, have you seen yourself?

- It's too late to try and hide your face from him, no no no, Sam is going to remedy this right now!

- Sam is the best at showing off the good qualities of his products, he could sell a bottle of water to an ocean if he wanted, and now he's putting all that energy into convincing you you're the cat's meow!

- "Look at those eyes, that smile, that sweet demeanor! You can't find that just anywhere, I'll tell you what folks!"

- Every time you buy something now, it comes with a compliment and if you try to reject it he's going on another spiel about your beauty until you get it through your head that you're a dime

- Unlike the others, he is directly against stopping his campaign. He wants you to be confident and sure of yourself, so he's less likely to back off

- He probably wouldn't stop until he got some sort of sign he got through to you, like asking you call yourself gorgeous and tell him your good qualities. If you can manage that, it'll satisfy him enough to stop waxing poetic about you. For now

Ashton Vargas

- He won't ever admit it, but he was shocked. Ashton's a confident guy, but he knows he doesn't have a good track record when it comes to romance.

- He hides it under his bravado, but he's over the moon that you're so receptive to his compliments

- "Oh, you embarrassed? Yeah, I have that effect on people!"

- Inside he's squealing at the idea of you thinking he's worth blushing over

- You being shy over him complimenting you gives Ashton confidence to woo you in other areas, if you like his flirting then you'll totally like his flexing and showing off too, right?

- He acts like a whole fool whenever you're around, he's like a schoolboy shouting "Look at me!!" the moment he sees you

- He could be eating lunch one minute, then you come in and suddenly he's decided to bench press the table. Oh no, you just thought you saw him drinking from his water bottle, he was actually pouring it over his face and shoulders because he's just so hot from his work out!

- He doesn't care who's around, which makes you even more embarrassed because everyone looks at you two and now everyone is looking to see your reaction

- Everyone is sick of him and wondering why you put up with his shenanigans, honestly.

- If it gets too much for you, Ashton will probably take it harder than others. Ah, so it was too good to be true after all, huh?

- He won't let it show to you though, he'll laugh it off and treat you just as well as he treats everyone else. He's past his teenage days of anger at rejection, he's a big boy now.

Mozus Trein

- What do you mean, you're embarrassed? He's mortified!

- He sees your blush and thinks he majorly overstepped, and quickly tries to reassure you that he didn't mean to be so forward

- "M-My dear, I assure you I meant no disrespect! I am not that kind of man, truly!"

- Which in turn makes you want to assure it not his fault at all and you fluster too easily, and now both of you are apologizing in circles

- From that moment on, Mozus basically flees every time you're in the vicinity, he's tarnished your image of him and he can never show his face again

- Don't be fooled, he wishes he still had that bold streak he used to. He could have gone about things much differently and really swept you off your feet!

- But his delivery was all off and he's too old for all this now, he could never charm someone as lovely as you with how rusty he is at romance

- Eventually he'll get over his shame and talk to you as though it never happened, do not bring it up he will cry, but he chooses his words much more carefully from now on to avoid further embarrassment

- He does try to compliment you after regaining his courage, if only to prove to you that he's not always that awkward, but it's always aborted and you never get the chance to flush over it

- You won't have to worry about teasing with Mozus, you'll just have to worry about the fact that one of you shy fawns is going to have to make the first move at some point and neither of you are keen on the idea

#twst headcanons #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #nrc staff x reader #twst sam x reader #ashton vargas x reader #mozus trein x reader

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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you’re the one that i want (part 8)

word count: 6k

angst, fluff, smut

(part 7) (series masterlist)

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“i can’t believe you like those.”

“why not? they’re good. try one!”

“fuck no, i’d rather-”

you shove a lifesaver gummy in seonghwa’s mouth before he can finish his sentence, his face morphing into one of disgust that makes a smile pull at your lips.

your third date was something you never thought you’d experience, him stopping by your house before going to yunho’s last night and asking if you’d wanna see a movie. you expected a quaint theater nestled in the small beach town, not to be greeted in his car with blankets and pillows.

but a few towns over, there’s a drive in movie theater that opens every summer. trucks and convertibles and mini vans littering the entire parking lot, spaced out in front of a large screen as little kids run around together and middle schoolers sit around on blankets and awkwardly graze arms.

you and seonghwa were sprawled out on the hood of his car, a blanket under you as both your backs leaned against the windshield. the movie was set to start after sunset, the sky a pretty pink and orange as everyone waited anxiously.

“did you like that one?” you asked him with a smile, still amused by the look on his face when you’d picked up that candy at the convenience store. and judging from his face and the way it looks like he’s chewing dirt, it appears as if he’s not a fan.

“no,” he says dryly, the pout on your face not even enough to make him endure that disgusting gummy candy.

you pop another one in your mouth, sitting up and crossing your legs as you chew them happily. he’s leaned back on the glass and looks over your body with a smile quirking at his lips, watching as you look around at the sunset.

“you look pretty, baby.”

you nearly choke on the candy making it’s way down your throat, eyes widened because he’ll just say stuff like that so easily at such random times; but with the setting sun and your content disposition, he just felt the need to say it.

“you’re gonna make me choke.”

a smirk crosses his face and he resists the urge to make a comment, instead feeling his chest swell at the flustered look on your pink face. the loud boom of a voice over the intercom silences everyone, an excited gasp leaving you before you shimmy over to seonghwa.

he waits until you cuddle into him to throw the blanket around you, tightening his hold despite the chewing of your gummy candies in his ear. he puts up with it until you close up the bag, resting your arm around his stomach as your attention turns to the screen.

“what movie is it anyway?”

and maybe if you both had known, you would’ve found something else to do tonight.

because thirty minutes in and you both are discovering it was the cheesiest horror movie ever produced. a plot that was all very cliche, a group of young adults who were as attractive as they were stupid, hanging out at a cabin in the woods for a weekend before things start to go awry.

“this is kinda bad,” you whispered to seonghwa under the blanket, the bag of life savers back in your hand as you chew one.

“kinda?” seonghwa hums lowly, narrowing his eyes when you look up at him and offer him another candy.

“you paid for it, you know,” you tell them in an attempt to be convincing, “and you didn’t get any snacks. you should just-”

he grabs your face and presses his lips to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth and tasting the artificial flavor that is a lot more appetizing on you than the candy itself. you meet his kiss back with a small smile, allowing your fingers to circle his stomach teasingly.

it’s been a week since your second round of night swimming, the ache between your legs building day by day because now that you experienced his touch, you want more. you want to see just how much he can push you and himself, the way he says you’re not ready only making you more and more eager.

your tongue connects with his and he growls lowly, tightening his hold on you because you really have been testing him these days. meeting his lips with a new type of fervor that has him screaming to restrain himself.

but how can he when you’re so eager? when your moaning quietly against his mouth and fisting his shirt in your hand. when your lips are parting against one another so perfectly, he can’t help but rest his hand on the back of your neck and pull you closer.

you’re about to throw your leg around his waist when you remember where you are, a very public place with children and parents and elders around who definitely don’t wanna see two horny teenagers get it on.

so with a dejected sigh, you pull away from him and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

he can feel your pouted lips against his shoulders, pulling your head up to look at him and he wants to laugh at the expression on your face. “what happened?” he asks softly, poking at the pink skin with his pointer finger.

“forgot other people were around,” you mumble softly, his deep chuckle against your head causes your cheeks to flush.

“ah, were you trying to jump up on my cock?” he mumbles in your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your ear and causing you to jump away from him with a gasp.

“seonghwa!” you whisper-yell, slapping your hands over your cheeks in embarrassment as he just rests his arm behind his head cockily.

“what?” he asks with a smirk, his tongue poking out to lick at his lip as you become more and more red. you let out a tiny embarrassed cry, shaking your head and narrowing your eyes when he pulls you closer to him.

“i wouldn’t have done that if i thought people were watching,” he speaks lowly to you, purposely picking a spot in the back and keeping an eye on the people around them. “you know i don’t want anyone else hearing how pretty you sound for me.”

you swallow nervously at his words, biting down on your lip so you don’t reach up and kiss him again; instead, you pick up your candy again and plop yourself down in between his legs, leaning back on his chest as his arms wrap around your middle. this was slowly becoming one of your favorite positions with him, the way your back rested on his stomach and his arms secured themselves just below your belly button strangely comforting.

and maybe you could’ve stayed like that comfortably, if the movie wasn’t so awful and boring and you weren’t almost throbbing between your legs; but it’s like he awakened something within you, something you swore off because you were too scared to put yourself out there and hadn’t ever thought you’d experience this yet.

the slight hardness pushing into your back also probably isn’t helping the situation.

it’s why you turn around onto your stomach and look up at him between his legs, the look in your eyes immediately causing his to darken. he can see the lust and desire building in them, that shy innocent look fleeting the more you two continue to push that boundary.

“what do you want, baby?” he asked, even though he already knows. even though he wants so badly to give it you and make you happy. his hand snakes its way into your hair, tugging your head back ever so slightly so he can look you in the eyes better.

the sting on your scalp causes your stomach to swoop, his dark intense gaze and your body pressed against his cock not at all helping your increasing desire. but you can’t find the words to come out, a blush on your cheeks because even though you’re getting bolder, you still feel shy to be so vocally forward.

“hm?” he mumbles, his fingers toying at your lip and you have half the mind to stick your tongue out. but because the ache is getting too much, your face and skin so hot and the overwhelming need to get some relief, you find yourself swallowing your pride.

“i wanna come again,” you say quietly and he almost didn’t expect you to say it.

but fuck is he happy you did, because a sadistic smirk crosses his face and he pulls you by the hair so your lips can collide, gathering the blankets as he mumbles for you to get in the car.

you abide happily, taking your wattle bottles and bag of candy before you plop down in the passenger seat and throw it on the floor. you watch as he throws the blankets in the back, starting up the car as you look at him with a confused expression.

“don’t wanna risk people seeing us,” he says to you, his car reversing out of the spot as he moves to the back of the parking lot. there’s not a car in sight and the sound of the cheesy screams and music is in the distance, seonghwa putting his car in park and moving his seat all the way back.

you swallow as the air in the car becomes thick, with an eletric buzzing that causes you to bite your lip. and before he can say anything, ask if you still wanna do something or go somewhere else, you smile at him shyly before looking down at his lap.

he smirks at your silent way of asking for permission, already so pleased with how polite you are despite the bratty tendencies he’s seen a glimpse of. he pats his thigh welcomingly, watching you bite down harder on your lip as you move over to straddle his lap.

it’s all that needs to happen for your lips to crash, seonghwa grabbing onto your hips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. it’s one of your sloppier kisses, heavy breaths and swapping tongues as you curve your back to press yourself closer to him.

you move against his lap and whine when you feel he’s hard underneath you, your skin warm as you feel pleasure shoot between your legs.

“see what you did, baby?” he hums lowly in your ear, a smirk on his lips feeling you shudder against him. he loves your reactions because they’re always so easy to read, knowing right there in front of him that he makes you just as crazy as you make him; even though he was better at hiding it.

but now he knows he’s losing it becaue you’re so eager and willing and he’s just slowly falling more and more into you as his mouth drops to your neck and peppers kisses against your skin. you lean your head back to make it easier for him, crying out into the cool air when he sucks down harshly.

“you make me so fucking crazy, i don’t think you know,” he growls, sucking and licking and marking your pure skin that he very much plans to mark up. he’s gonna litter your whole fucking neck so people can see you’re his, that someone put them there and that you’re off limits.

even if he’s bad for you and even if you deserve better.

because he’s in too deep now, the way your whining with your head thrown back and hanging onto him like your life depends on it. he’s moved on to the other side, sucking lightly as his hand moves to your chest.

“this okay?” he breaths out, still wanting to make sure you’re always comfortable and not moving too fast. but you roll your head up and look at him with hazy eyes, your cheeks so flushed and hair splayed out around your shoulders that he suppresses a groan himself.

“yes, please,” you whine, a quiet moan leaving your mouth when he slips his hand into your bra and tugs at your hard nipple.

you sigh out and rest your head on his shoulder, grounding your hips down on him and you’ve never felt this overwhelmed by emotion and sexual attraction in your life. never so badly wished you could be more experienced so you could make him feel good too.

because you feel how hard and turned on he is, the way your hips and core are rolling over his cock borderline painful. “i wanna touch you,” you whisper into his skin, resisting the urge to whine when he removes his hand from you.

he picks your head up so you can look at him, his eyes looking at you with such a dark desire you think you need to touch him now. “baby...”

“please, seonghwa,” you whine, not even recognizing your own voice. it sounds high pitched and whiney and desperate, moving back so you can put your hand on his growing bulge. “i wanna try.”

he swallows and you watch his adams apple bob, your wide-eyed, innocent look eventually being the thing to break him. he accepts the way you push him further back into the chair, fumble with his pants before you snake your hand in his boxers.

you look down at his lap almost in confusion at first, taking a few seconds to examine it and get used to the large, foreign piece of skin in your hand. it makes him chuckle, your eyes flying up to his and narrowing at him; he’s totally making fun of you.

“shut up,” you mumble, a full smile spreading across his lips despite the arousal flooding through him. “sorry baby, you’re just so cute,” he mutters, pulling you forward and placing a hard kiss on your lips.

“take your time and spit on your hand. it’ll be okay.”

the words calm you, watching as he leans back on his chair carelessly and looks down at you.

it makes you more determined to make him feel good, the way he’s watching you making you excited and ready to prove yourself to him. you spit on your hand as instructed before reaching down, your finger swirling around the tip and you snap your head up when you hear a breathy exhale leave him.

“keep goin’ baby, i’m good,” he says, even though his voice sounds gruff and tight. you nod your head before you act on instinct, maybe even a few books you’ve read coming to mind as you twist your wet hand and slowly start to jerk him off.

it’s a little awkward and unsteady but he’s still groaning nonetheless, especially when you spit into your hand and immediately start working on him again. your eyes drop down to his glistening tip and you can’t help but think you want your tongue on it, licking at your lips as you envision your mouth swallowing the tip before his growl disrupts you.

“fucking stop it, now,” he reprimands, your hand halting and eyes widening as you look at him. but his face doesn’t hold any anger, if anything it holds so much lust and desire it makes your own resurface ten times harder.

“what did i do?” you ask, feigning innocence like you weren’t just picturing sinking down on your knees and swallowing him whole.

“you know,” he growls, snaking his hand through your hair and pulling you down so your lips are just centimeters apart. “trying to suck my cock, baby?”

you jerk him off at the sound of his words, whining against him as you shake your head.

“how many times have i told you not to lie to me?”

you bite down on your lip, your hand continuing to work him up and down and feeling pride swell in your chest when he throws his head back with a groan.

“i’m- i’m sorry,” you say softly.

but he acts as if you don’t say anything, gripping your hips and flipping you over so you’re pushed back against the seat. he moves the seat back all the way so he can sink to his knees, your chest heaving and wetness seeping into your underwear at seeing him just inches from where you’ve been throbbing for over an hour.

“are you, baby?” he asks, placing a kiss on your thigh and smirking when you spread your legs.

“ye-yes,” you promise, looking down at him and biting on your lip when you see him place kisses all over your inner thigh.

“i wanna eat your pussy,” he growls and you feel yourself clench at his words alone. your mouth falls open and your legs start shaking, something not going unknown to either of you. “can i do that, baby? you want that?”

and the second you nod your head, another polite “please,” leaving your mouth, he undoes your pants and slides your wet underwear down. he smiles upon seeing how wet they are, licking at your thighs and the moan you let out is so pretty, he can’t help but toy at your slit.

“such a wet girl you are,” you hear him say almost mockingly, your head falling back as your eyes close shut. “but you’re also tight for me, aren’t you? has anyone done this to you before?”

he knows the answer is no because everything about you screams innocent (or at least it had before he went and tainted you). but he can’t even feel bad about that right now, not with the way he’s staring at the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen and hearing your tiny little moans in the air.

“no,” you sigh out, “just-just you.” and then in a move that just feels right, you pick your head up and your eyes meet his. “because i’m yours, seonghwa.”

your sweet voice is a sharp contrast to the growl that rips through him, his mouth immediately taking your pussy before a surprised scream leaves you; you’d never felt anything like this before.

the way his tongue flicks at your clit and he laps you up like he’s been waiting for this moment. how his finger slowly inches inside of you and it causes your moans and whines to grow louder and more frequent.

he wants to pull away to tell you how sweet you taste and how pretty you sound but he can’t take his mouth away from you, your voice in his head telling you you’re his overwhelming his senses. he just needs to keep tasting you, licking over your clit and curling his finger so you can keep hearing your moans and cries.

“seonghwa, seonghwa, oh my god,” you whine, your hand reaching down to curl your fingers and pull at his dirty blonde hair. “oh my go- this feels so-” his finger curls up into you again and your words get cut off by a loud moan, feeling a knot in your lower stomach threatening to come undone.

“you better come on my fucking tongue,” he growls against you when he pulls his mouth away. “i wanna hear you scream my name, do you understand me?”

you nod your head immediately, your eyes meeting his and you can’t look away when he dives back in. because his eyes stay on yours the whole time, his tongue frantic over your clit as his finger fucks into you. you only break the contact when you scream his name, the orgasm that rips through you so intense and powerful you think you’re gonna pass out.

he rips his mouth off you when you’re about to push him away, breathy sighs and gasps for air leaving you. he leans over and kisses your head before he takes his cock in his hand and jerks himself off over you.

your eyes pop open and you immediately look up to see what he’s doing, not being able to help but watch him pump himself furiously. “look at me, baby,” he growls, your eyes snapping up to his immediately.

you look so fucked out with your flushed skin and messy hair but it only serves to bring him closer, your mouth slamming on his until he comes in his hand and your mouth muffles his groan.

he reaches over your head and grabs one of the blankets, cleaning himself and you off before picking you up off the chair. pants around his thighs and your underwear around your ankles, he plops down before placing you on his lap, his arms wrapping around your back as you bury yourself in his chest.

you both take a few moments to catch your breath, his hand rubbing up and down your back mixed with your post orgasm daze almost bringing you into a slumber. but then he hums against your head, the hand running over your skin going through your hair.

“you good?”

you whine against his chest as you nod your head, burying yourself further into him and nuzzling closer into him. he continues to rub your back, an occasional hum or question leaving him so you don’t fall asleep. but once you feel fully cognizant, you lift your head up to see he’s been staring down at you with a soft look in his eyes.

it’s so different from the dark, heated look he had just moments ago, looking up at you as his tongue and finger fucked you so well.

“hi,” you say quietly, smiling when he lets out a small chuckle at your shyness.

“hey. you okay?”

you nod as you bite down on your lip, his hand reaching out to caress your warm cheek.

“you did good for me, baby.”

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, looking down at his stomach as embarrassment takes over; it’s one thing to do and talk like that in the moment but now, you feel your inexperience and shyness creeping in.

he notices too, his thumb trailing across your cheek and down your hickey-covered neck. he can’t even lie that he loves the way they look on you, dark bruises that he put there as the possessive streak he always knew he had comes out with a vengeance.

“really?”

he hears the smallness and unsureness in your tone, bringing your face up so he can pull you into him. “really,” he says with a smile and you can’t believe that everyday, it gets more and more soft and sweet; it causes your heart to stutter and body to feel warm and tingly.

you smile back and can’t help but giggle at the strange sense of pride filling you, throwing yourself back onto his chest and feeling him smile again your head. you don’t know how long you stay cuddle up on his chest, his hand moving to your back again as his lips press feather light kisses to your head.

you think you must fall asleep at one point because you’re only slightly aware of him picking you up and putting you in the passenger seat, your eyes popping open when he reaches for your pants.

“are you tired, baby? want me to bring you home?”

his phone buzzes in the cup holder and he looks at the screen to see it’s yunho, opening up the message as you pull up your cold, wet underwear and pants. you see his teeth dig into his lip as he reads the text, your head turned to the side as he types out a message back.

his eyes meet yours and he feels something pulling in his chest, not wanting to leave you just yet; especially when you’re look up at him looking so sweet and pretty.

“or do you wanna go to a bonfire? yunho just texted me.”

“were you on a date?”

“are you guys together?”

“did you try to eat her!? what the fuck is wrong with you!”

seonghwa rolls his eyes at jongho’s last comment, pushing the younger boy aside and thanking god you walked away to talk to your aunt on the phone.

“shut the fuck up,” seonghwa growls. “i told you guys if i came, you were gonna mind your damn business and not ask any questions.”

“yeah but then you show up with y/n and her neck is completely wrecked. her aunt is gonna think you’re some sort of sadist.”

“we love a dom sadist, would you ever think it? this sweet face,” jongho slurs, reaching up to pinch at his friend’s cheek. hongjoong and yunho burst out laughing, seonghwa sneering before pushing the boy back and watching him land on his butt in the sand.

“if that’s a sweet face, then what the hell do-”

“sorry,” you sigh out as you make your way over to them. “hi guys”

the three boys all smile and say hello, the drunken slur to their words evident to your ears immediately. you miss the way seonghwa eyes them warily, like he’s warning them not to blurt out something completely idiotic in front of you.

and for the first thirty minutes, it goes well.

the five of you just playing corn hole again and laughing hysterically over yunho missing each and every time. but when he throws it out toward the ocean in a fit of rage, that’s when things slowly start to go awry.

seonghwa squeezes your hip when he goes with yunho to get it and jongho couldn’t help but notice, taking you by the hand and asking you to go get another drink with him.

“do you want a drink?”

“oh, uh, no thank you, i’m-”

“c’monnnn,” jongho whines, smiling at you and the way his eyes light up you can’t help but find cute. “just one. it’s good, it’s...” he sticks his hand in the cooler and pools out a white and red can. “raspberry. perfect for you.”

you laugh slightly as you think it over quickly; you’d never drank before but raspberry sounds like it couldn’t possibly be that bad. and you also don’t think the boy in front of you would allow you to refuse, his little pout and sweet eyes eventually being the thing to make you take it from his hand.

“so were you and seonghwa on a date?” he asks as you walk back to the corn hole; yunho and seonghwa still aren’t back, hongjoong laid out on his back in the sand and counting stars aloud.

you bite at your lip and crack open the can, lifting to your nose and surprisingly not disgusted by the smell. you were surprised when seonghwa suggested you come with him, since he had been kind of weird in the beginning about hanging out with his friends around.

but when you asked if that was okay with him, he only looked at you with narrowed eyes and grabbed your hand in his. he intertwined your fingers and drove straight to the beach, not disconnecting your hands until he saw yunho and hongjoong running his way.

but still, you thought it was best to not blow up your spot or initiate any skin ship tonight; you didn’t wanna push it with him and ruin something this good.

“uhhh,” you say, not at all biding your time well before hongjoong’s head snaps up and looks over at you two.

“oh, my gosh, y/n drinks? let’s chug!” an excited shout leaves jongho like his friend had suggested the best idea in the world, the boy dragging you over before lifting hongjoong to his feet.

the blonde runs back over to the cooler clumsily, you and the red-haired boy laughing when jongho face plants right in the sand. but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest, fishing his hand through the cold water and ripping out a beer.

“let’s goooo,” jongho shouts, throwing the can recklessly through the air and falling down in laughter when it smacks off hongjoong’s head.

you look at the boy’s wide-eyed and fearful, immediately checking hongjoong’s head for blood. but the boy shrugs it off and cracks open the can, there countdown of “3, 2, 1″ sending you off into the most disgusting drink of your life.

“all i’m saying is this shit is fucking rigged and-”

seonghwa and yunho look at the sight in front of them in disbelief, you, jongho and hongjoong chugging down drinks before the youngest boy crushes the can against his head. hongjoong is next to finish only a few seconds later, throwing his down in the sand and letting out a loud “fuck!”

you choke your way down to finish, your hand coming up to block your mouth as the urge to gag immediately hits you. seonghwa catches it immediately and runs over to you, moving your head back before asking hongjoong and jongho what the fuck they were thinking.

“chugging,” jongho says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “and not surprisingly. i was the greatest.”

you swallow down the urge to vomit after coughing a few times, shaking your head and grabbing onto seonghwa’s wrist. “i’m-i’m okay,” you insist, the taste of alcohol and fruit unfamiliar in your mouth.

seonghwa immediately takes your face in his, wiping at your wet mouth with his finger and ignoring the way the three boys all stare at you. “why did you do that?”

your face falls at his tone and you can’t help but look at him in confusion, a tiny sigh leaving his mouth before he shakes his head. “i mean you didn’t have to chug it,” he tells you, “you could’ve just drank it like a normal person,” seonghwa says, his words biting and cold as he stares back at jongho and hongjoong.

“but that was the game,” you tell him teasingly, his eyes snapping to you and rolling when he sees that look in your eye. he drops his hand from your face and raises an eyebrow at you, already seeing a flush on your cheeks he knows probably isn’t from him.

“have you ever drank before?”

and forty minutes later, he is not surprised in the slightest that your answer was no. because just after that one drink, you were tipsy and it was both the cutest and most frustrating thing he’s ever seen in his life.

you and yunho had pulled him toward the ocean again, the both of singing dory’s phrase over and over again as you tried to run into the water. seonghwa would grab you by the hand or waist every time, shaking his head with as a firm “no,” left his lips.

“why do you have to be so b-boring!” you squeak. “me and yunho want to swim.” your whines don’t warrant an answer from him, he only tightens his hold on your hand and gives his friend a look that screams ‘get the fuck out of here.’

but the blue-haired boy only smirks, far too amused and curious about the dynamic between you two.

“seonghwaaa,” you whine, attempting to rip your hand from his hold. but when that doesn’t work, you step closer to him and snake your arm around his neck, looking up at him with your glossy, wide eyes and small smile. “we can skinny dip again.”

“skinny dip, you say?” yunho quips, seonghwa’s growl outweighed by your small giggle.

“well we didn’t skinny dip, but i lied and told him i did,” you explain to the boy. “i think...i think i’d be too scared. i don’t wanna ha-haunt the fish with my bare-”

“enough,” seonghwa growls, grabbing your hand again and dragging you away from yunho. he knows his friend is getting far too much enjoyment out of this, watching him interact and look at you in a way everyone knows is different.

“you are so bossy,” you whine as he drags you up the beach. “wait, where are you bringing me?”

“home,” he says, “you’re tipsy.”

“tipsy?” you yelp, “i had one drink. are yo-you calling me a lightweight?”

“exactly,” he says lowly, attempting to hide the amusement in his voice. “now c’mon. it’s getting late anyway.”

“it’s getting late anyway,” you mock, the boy’s head snapping to you and the dark look in his eyes that would usually fill you with fear or apprehension only serves to make you giggle.

“you....are so hot.”

seonghwa’s demeanor changes almost immediately, his lips quirking before the laugh he wanted to hold back bubbles out of him.

“why are you laughing, it’s true!” you squeal, taking this opportunity to rip your hand from his and plop down in the sand tiredly.

“you call me pretty all the time and it makes me very nervous, you know,” you ramble on, looking up at him with a pink flush on you cheeks. “but you. you’re like... actually attractive so it’s a lot harder to call you hot. but if you want me to start calling you pretty, i will.”

he smirks at your words despite the way a part of them makes his stomach sink, bending down so he can take your face in his hand. “you don’t have to call me pretty, baby,” he tells you softly and he can’t believe how in the span of ten seconds, he’s completely changed in his tone with you.

“but you are...” you whine, “well, maybe not pretty. but hot. really hot.”

he bites at his lip and he’s probably getting far too much enjoyment out of your tipsy confessions, his eyebrow raising as he debates whether or not to tease you. but then your face changes and you look up at him with vulnerability clear in your gaze.

“i...don’t really know why you like me,” you say with a hiccup, “you could probably be with any girl ever who’s a lot prettier and more...experienced and-”

“don’t,” seonghwa growls lowly, his thumb running over your face sweetly. “no one’s prettier than you.”

your eyes widen and you want a laugh to bubble out of you but for some reason you can’t. you can only pout and look at him with your glossy eyes, your stupid little self feeling sad and insecure all of the sudden.

“that’s a lie,” you tell him softly as you shake your head. “no one thinks that. no one ever really likes me, actually.” you wanna say that not even your own parents or classmates like you, that no one has ever looked your way and actively cared about you felt.

“i do,” seonghwa hums, his heart hurting because he hates that you feel this way. “i liked you the second i saw you.” you look up at him and feel your eyes water, the softness and sincerity in his words causing a lump to form in your throat.

“i was able to tell you were good,” he says quietly, his hand on your cheek moving to run through your hair. “so pretty and sweet and i knew i was gonna want you, baby.” he frowns when your lip quivers and he leans down to kiss you, almost not believing how naturally and easily these words are leaving him.

he just hates to know you think this about yourself. that people have made you feel so low and bad about yourself, you can’t even believe someone as lousy as him is interested in you. it should be him questioning why you like him, why someone as sweet and kind as you would see any potential in someone as fucked up as him.

“please don’t think those things about yourself,” he says lowly in your ear, pulling back to wipe at the tear he hopes to never see again. you smile sadly at him and nod your head, lifting your arms up with a pout and he bites his lip at how childlike you look right now.

“let me bring you home, yeah?”

you nod and smile when he turns around so you’re met with his back, giggling when you hook your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

“only if you come in with me,” you mumble against his ear. he licks at his lips and swears it’s only to tuck you in.

and as hard as it was, he kind of sticks to that promise. he sets you up with water from the bathroom sink as you change into pajamas shorts and an oversized shirt, crawling onto your bed and lifting your arms out to him again.

“stay with me,” you whine tiredly and he shakes his head at you because it’s like you know he can’t resist you anymore.

you smile sleepily when he crawls in your bed with a sigh, laying your head on his chest and tangling your feet with his as you melt into him.

he plays with your hair and kisses the side of your head when you moan sleepily against him, tightening his hold around you and allowing himself a moment to enjoy this.

“you...make me really happy,” you slur into him, the cheesy words ones you would probably never confess to him without a little liquid courage. you’ve always wanted to because he really has made your summer so far the best of your life, but shyness and fear, like always, hold you back.

but the words make his heart lift, smiling against your head as he leans down and presses another soft kiss to your cheek. “you make me happy too,” he says softly, truthfully, because he can’t remember a time he felt this happy and content either.

he feels your smile against his shirt before your even breaths finally indicate you’ve fallen asleep. he peeks down and sees your sleeping figure, feeling his heart swell and he really can’t believe how quickly you made him fall for you.

how every night, he hates the thought of leaving you.

it’s why he allows himself just five more minutes with you, wanting to make sure you’re really asleep before he’s forced to sneak out and crash next door where he knows a million questions are probably waiting for him.

(part 9)

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batwritings · 3 years

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Okay! Here are some of my fluffy ones and I'm going to put the smutty ones on a different post

So Philza is the kind of partner where he will find a shiny object and give it to his partner, no questions asked, and when the crows found put he does this, THEY started to give the partner gifts too. While Phil usually gives his partner jewelry or his clothes or stuff with his feathers, the crows will just bring whatever, bones, rocks, berries, other peoples belongings... They bring it

Sapnap almost cried when his partner gave him some candles when he got sick on the day he was allowed to commit arson. They even brought the stuff to make smores to cheer him up, he swore then and there that he was gonna marry him.

Eret has only really trusted two people to take off his sunglasses, Foolish and their partner, and its the most peaceful thing ever. Because she no longer has to put up a front as the king, their just Eret, and that makes him happy that he gets to relax with her partner.

Fundy like to just steal clothes from the people he likes, he will only bring them back when they stop smelling like that person. It's not a weird thing, he just has no real idea on how to be affectionate or how to receive affection. If you date him, congrats your closet is now his new wardrobe, you can't stop it, may as well steal his clothes so you have some. Soon your not gonna know who's whos anymore.

Foolish in his god form likes to have you in his pocket, so that way he knows he won't step on you by accident, because he doesn't look down when he walks. This also allows you to take a nap while you wait for y'all to get where your going.

Techno likes to make maps with his partners because no map is the same, because if he drew it before his partner it would look like any other boring map, but now they have colors and memories from the places they have been.

People day Wilbur would play you music and I believe that's true, he would. HE WOULD PICK TO LEARN THE CHEESIEST LOVE SONG EVER, and he'd make sure to learn your favorite songs so he can put them in between the cheesy ones. If you sang along it would absolutely make his day.

Badboyhalo, father of Sapnap, would have absolutely loved making baby clothes for Sapnap with his partner, if they were Sapnaps other parent or not. Just a fun family moment they all knew Skeppy would run in on and want to join, they knew it was gonna happen. And when it did they knew yeah this is family.

George actually really likes helping his partner if they paint or color. Even though he can't see the colors his partner would still use them, make a painting that has both of them in it, even if the sky is a dark purple and the tree is orange it only makes it look better to them, because they made it together.

🦊

FRICK THESE ARE CUTE AAAAAAAAAAA I’M GONNA CRY

#bat writes #anon response #🦊anon

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imaginesbymk · 4 years

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“Find Me Under The Giant Rabbit.”

Reservoir Dogs/Pulp Fiction One Shot

SUMMARY: I read a Reddit fan theory that Mr. Pink survived, escaped the cops, got arrested and was then put on parole - leaving behind his old life and lying low as a waiter at Jack Rabbit Slims. What happens when you show up to the restaurant one night?

PAIRING: Mr. Pink/Buddy Holly waiter x Reader

TAGS: swearing, smoking + mentions of basically everything that happened in reservoir dogs which is the heist, violence, etc

NON REQUESTED

WORD COUNT: 2,870 (it’s long i’m sorry)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is probably the cheesiest thing i’ve ever written, and it’s nothing tarantino would ever put in his films, also there’s no way PF and RS can legitimately tie in together 100% even though there are some factors to support otherwise, but i wanted to write this and see something lol :( leave a like/reblog + feedback!!!

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YOU put your car in park, shutting off the engine, and observed it from afar. It was one hell of a big restaurant, almost a bit too cartoon-like. There was a giant anthropomorphic rabbit on top, and the lights claiming the name were glowing a bright red and yellow. Mind you, this was in Los Angeles, so who wouldn’t blame you if you took one look at Jack Rabbit Slim’s, and mistake it for a restaurant at Six Flags?

Dozens of bikers came in with their motorcycles, yet their engines couldn’t even overpower the chatter coming from newcomers left and right. You ignored a heavy tattooed biker dressed in all leather and denim catcalling you from afar, and you reached the front desk.

A man dressed in uniform, most definitely in character, tipped his hat at you and led you to a table with only two chairs. You weren’t expecting anyone to join you in the other seat across. So what if you went for dinner by yourself? You didn’t bother asking anyone to join you for that matter. Not anyone you could think of at the top of your head would be any less boring.

You began tracing your fingers around the rim of the ketchup bottle when not even five seconds after sitting down, a lady approached your table with ruby red lips.

Of course, you thought. Servers were dressed up as icons from the 50s era.

“Marilyn,” you say in awe.

“Close enough,” Instead of being seated in the Marilyn Monroe section being served by a Marilyn Monroe-looking Marilyn Monroe, you were greeted with a tall Mamie Van Doren, who is just as breathtaking as Marilyn refilling everyone’s coffee mugs from the other side of the restaurant. “How about I get you started with drinks?”

Ricky Nelson’s performance on stage came to an end when Mamie arrived with your food. You looked around the place while eating. People weren’t eating by themselves. Families, friends, dates, all of them occupied their seats. Now that you’ve noticed, you sort of wished you brought someone with you, otherwise the seat across from you is used as a footrest.

So there, you propped your feet on top, and relaxed… then you sat upright. Your eyes fixated on the waiter in his section, which were the cars back in the 50s used as booths. You watch him walk towards one of them. The couple was a young woman in a blunt bob cut with bangs, and a man wearing a black suit with long black hair tied back.

You squint your eyes. It couldn’t be...

“Hi, I’m Buddy. What can I get ya?”

You blinked, dropping the half bitten French fry from your mouth. Holy fucking shit.

It was all coming back to you. The news broke out about the heist going wrong at the wholesale, all dead except for one, a cop who laid dead on the ramp inside the rendezvous was identified as Mr. Orange. Since he wasn’t supposed to know where you were from, Mr. Pink never turned up to your door as an emergency hideout, or to drag you with him on his getaway because he never had one. You never heard of him ever since.

Here he was, Mr. Pink, alive and well, wearing glasses. What the hell happened? How long has he been working here? Is he supposed to be Buddy Holly?

“How do you want that cooked? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?” you hear him ask the man in the suit who ordered a steak.

“Bloody as hell, and oh, yeah, look at this- vanilla coke.”

You noticed the irony. He left you in a black suit - and he comes back in white. Like he’d ever want to be caught dead in white, or pink.

“What about you, Peggy Sue?” he asks the woman, jotting in his notepad. You recognized the pun.

“I’ll have the Durwood Kirby burger, bloody. And… the five dollar shake.”

Were you about to laugh? Call out his name? That was enough for you to get antsy in your seat, but you didn’t want to draw attention. You saw him again while finishing up half of your meal, giving the couple their drinks and disappearing back into the kitchen. He was doing his job, but it wasn’t like he was giving his one hundred percent. For someone who preached to the Gods about professionalism, Mr. Pink sure lacked work ethic. Every employee was on point with their character impersonations as if you had travelled back in time. Meanwhile, he acted like himself and seemed bored while wearing an emotionless face, as if he hated his job and epitome of his existence. It was never a dull moment for him whenever he was with you, though.

You got up to use the restroom.

“We’re lucky we got anything at all. I don’t think Buddy Holly’s much of a waiter,” you heard the man at the booth tell the woman as you walk past them, spotting their food from the corner of your eye. It’s no surprise hearing that. Mr. Pink never looked like the type to work at a job like this.

You sat back down and soon, Mr. Pink reappeared, standing over to the side and watched the announcement of the twisting contest, smoking a cigarette. You see him eyeing two pretty blonde women walking past him, and he looked back his way, now in your direction.

He finally did what you wanted him to do, and he stares at you for nearly a solid minute.

You waved awkwardly.

Mr. Pink tosses the cigarette in a random person’s ashtray and disappears behind the door once again. You darted out of your chair, and marched your way to where he headed, just as the couple he served got up on stage to participate in the twisting contest.

A Zorro waiter jumps in front of you. “Stop right there, mi amor!” his eyes darted at you through the cheap black mask he was wearing. “I believe the bathroom’s on the other side of the bar.”

“Where’s Buddy?” you ask Zorro.

“I’m afraid Mr. Holly is taking a quick break from unenthusiastically serving love birds in their cars.”

“Can you tell him I’m looking for him?”

“Once I see him.” Zorro then took out his sword and pointed it at you, a grin plastered on his face. “Now, shall I escort you back to your dining spot?”

Although you were aware this guy was only in character, you didn’t wanna risk getting kicked out, or having a realistic looking sword ripped through your body. You sighed and turned around, heading back. You noticed at your table a folded napkin beside your empty plate. Mamie Van Doren was last seen there, her back facing you with her heels clicking away on the tiles.

“Excuse me!” you called after the waitress. She ignores you, smiling down at new customers at an umbrella table.

Cocking an eyebrow, you used your finger to flatten the crease and read the note in bold handwriting.

FIND ME UNDER THE GIANT RABBIT. - BUDDY

You threw the door open and ran outside, precisely under the giant rabbit of the Jack Rabbit Slim’s sign, just like he said on the napkin. You felt like an idiot checking every direction to find no one. Not a lot of the bikers were seen riding or hanging out around the parking lot, some people were coming and going, but you couldn’t find Buddy Holly.

Defeated, you turn to walk back inside.

Mr. Pink rushed out the door and caught his breath. It looked like he was chasing you down before you could take off. A song used for the twisting contest kept playing from inside.

You didn’t run up to him and jumped in his arms or anything dramatic in that matter. You both stared at each other.

A few days before the heist you two stood across each other waiting for Mr. Brown and Mr. White inside the hideout. It was a quiet moment, not an awkward one. He just took that opportunity to study you, as you did him. It took him that moment to realize he was warming up to you.

“Well hello there, Buddy,” you smile smugly.

YOU and Pink loitered at the side of the eatery, where the back door to the kitchen was located. He had taken off his fake glasses, showing his full frame.

“Okay,” you watch him lean against the wall, lighting his cigarette. “Talk to me. What happened to you?”

“What the hell do you think? Cops tagged me when I tried driving away. I was put behind bars, and by some fucking miracle this place took me in when I needed money.”

“You didn’t know any other crime bosses looking for a lanky dude?” Pink rolls his eyes at your joke. “I know the heist went terribly wrong, I saw the news. Everyone’s dead as Dillinger.”

“That briefcase had a shit load of two million dollars worth of stones,” Pink blew smoke out. “I swear, if that asshole undercover cop was never sent to set us up, I could have been enjoying a cocktail in Santorini. You’re lucky you called in sick that day.”

You shuddered, remembering how god-awful the illness was. “Never again. I felt like I was being hot glued to a sauna.”

You remembered the day of the heist. In fact, you mentally prepared yourself for something that you’ve never done before. You braced for what was supposed to go smoothly as Joe promised. Instead, you were woken up by the worst case scenario above 38 degrees. You were thankful Joe took it easy on you and promised another job next time.

“All right, your turn. What did you do after that shit show went down?” Pink asks you.

“Just did my own thing. I wasn’t there so the cops never searched for me.” Pink took a slow drag, staring at nothing. He didn’t really look the same as before. Still lanky, except his hair was a bit more darkened and styled in curls, possibly because Buddy Holly had it permed that way. But his face read that he had been through a lot. Normally you felt zero pity for assholes like him, but you managed to blurt out, “I missed you.”

Pink, blowing out smoke in the air, eyed you up and down and furrowed his brows. “Likewise.”

Not only did it suck not being able to make money, you also couldn’t do it with Mr. Pink. As much as he kept his professionalism to a T, he squeezed in time to get along with you. It was no wonder Joe hired you - you were different than the guys, you moved differently and never felt small. Mr. Pink was drawn to that.

Maybe that was just an understatement. He grew intimidated by something he expected to experience the least from in the job, and of course, straight out of a fairytale, you had to stop and ask yourself if you felt the same way, and if what you felt was right. Neither of you had any idea. It was against the rules to give out personal information to each other, and Mr. Pink took those rules very seriously, even if it was just one job that he most likely wouldn’t come back to unless a higher pay was involved and Joe Cabot liked him enough to recruit him again.

If Mr. Pink grew too attached, if he let his guard down for one second, God forbid something would have happened to you. Without a doubt, he would have heavily blamed himself and walked away from the job without saying another word.

His options were to wait until after the robbery to make a move, or do his job, get paid and leave. Whether or not it was out of selfishness was out of the question. Mr. Pink is already selfish in an intuitive kind of way, he’d rather avoid spiraling into a wave of emotions for one person - so he chose the latter.

“What?” Pink looked at you, feeling a bit tense. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Huh? No. It’s nothing,” you blinked, realizing you were staring at him longer than you should have. You shook your head, most likely shaking off the intrusive thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t a good time to tell him what’s on your mind.

If anything, he’s most likely sleeping with the Marilyn Monroe waitress. “It’s just… you shaved the goatee.”

Pink nodded, looking a bit annoyed that there was no facial hair left on his chin to rub. “Buddy Holly had a clean face. For the record, the only advantage of this job is that I’m under disguise. Other than that, this place is a circus. I’m zooming back in time whenever I clock in.”

“It’s a 50s themed restaurant,” you state. “Working here sounds like fun. At least you get to dress up and experience pop culture.”

He scoffs. “No, fuck the 50s. Shit was all I Love Lucy and those puffy ass dresses.”

“They’re called poodle skirts, Pink.”

“Like I give a fuck what they’re called.”

“You know Buddy Holly smiled. He was a singer and a guitarist. If you keep up the attitude, no one’s gonna tip you. Nice Guy Eddie told me about your rant on tipping.”

“Ha! And? You will never find me up on that stage performing That’ll Be The Day, moving like a fucking animatronic.” Halfway finished, Pink tossed his cigarette aside and looked at you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You felt your cheeks flushing. Fuck. “I am?”

He nodded, putting his Buddy Holly glasses back on his face. “Yeah. It’s a breath of fresh air seeing you here.” He stares down at his wristwatch for a moment.

“Your break’s done?”

“It’s been done,” he says. “Fifteen minutes ago.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “You’re so fired.”

“This isn’t the first time I stopped caring, so my boss isn’t gonna bat an eye.” He had his hand wrapped around the back door which was supported by a wooden block to keep it open. “Look, I’ll see ya arou-”

“Pink?” Your heart rose up to your throat.

He turned back to you. “Hm?”

You just had to do it. You reached up and kissed him softly. Pink didn’t shove or curse at you. His features softened, pulling you close to him and kissed you deeply. Even when you two pulled away, his arms didn’t unwrap from your waist. His forehead was pressed against yours now.

“My name’s Y/N,” you tell him.

He stares at you, no snarky, sarcastic comment left for him to give.

“I know you’re not willing to give your name up just yet, you can’t fully trust me, and I get that, but I won’t tell anyone what happened. You got lucky, I think… but I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m serious.”

“Y/N,” he says your name for the first time. “You don’t have to go all sappy for me. Karma came in hot. Jesus Christ, I mean, I left you.”

“Not really. You didn’t know me. The cops had the place staked out the entire day, there was nothing you could do.”

He looked down at his shoes. “All right. But still, I feel shitty. Can I at least make it up to you?”

“How?”

Pink shrugs. “I get paid tomorrow.”

“Good for you,” you reply. “Save it like you’re gonna lose it.”

“I’ve had this job for a while now, I got enough to last. But once I win the lottery, I’m gone.”

“To Santorini?”

“With a cocktail in my hand. But that’s besides the point, right now I got enough to take you out on a date… if you’re down.”

“Where would you plan on taking me? Here?” you laugh.

“You’re funny. How about the movies? Overruled, I’m taking you to see a movie. I gotta know where you live first. It’s okay to know now.”

You nodded, you couldn't argue with that. Besides, you two would just be making out in the dark the entire time.

His hand was back on the handle of the back door. Pink pulled it open, looked back at you and smiled for the first time tonight. That warmed your heart, and you were certain it warmed his. He watched you stuff something inside his pocket square as you told him your address. He went back inside, shutting the door on you. You walked back to the front of the restaurant to pay for the bill, and went straight home.

Mr. Pink shuffles past the chefs in the kitchen, feeling through his suit pocket to pull out his notepad and whatever you stuffed inside just moments ago.

I didn’t even serve them. Is this supposed to be for Mamie Van Doren? He stares down at the dollar bill crumpled in his hand. His frown suddenly transitions to a small but genuine smile.

Fuck it. Nothing could stop him now. He definitely owes you a date night. He quickly stuffs the tip back in his pocket square, and comes out the sliding door.

THE END

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#reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs fic #reservoir dogs fanfic #mr pink x reader #mr pink #reservoir dogs imagine #reservoir dogs #mr pink one shot #reader insert #reservoir dogs one shot #one shot #imagine #mk's faves

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kangaroo-sniper-imagine · 4 years

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Scout, Demo, and Sniper with inexperienced reader

- i combined these two cuz they both had the Aussie on them. NS/FW stufff ahead so caution -

Scout

Jeremy may act like he’s God’s gift to women, but let’s be honest, aside from some trysts and a girlfriend he had for three weeks in the tenth grade, homeboy ain’t got no experience either

He wants so badly to be a good boyfriend! He tries so hard to be nice and to be a gentleman to you, often times putting on such a fake persona that you have to remind him that you like Jeremy because he’s a loud, fast-talking jack ass from south Boston. Not those words exactly, but you get the idea

Tries the classic dates like fancy restaurants and romantic movies, but chances are if you liked Jeremy enough to date him, you probably hate that stuff too. Good dates are outing to parks, watching action movies, going to bars, etc. fun, not stuffy dates.

NS/FW

Jeremy has SOME idea of what he’s doing, but its more so getting himself off than trying to get his partner off. It takes some re-learning on his part to figure out that sex is supposed to be mutually fun. If he suck at it, tell him! Boy needs to learn!

He gets that you have almost no experience, and that just adds to the pressure for him; he’s already so insecure and this is just another are he has the potential to disappoint you in. First time together is gonna be real awkward and slow, as neither of you wanna fuck up

After the two of you get more experienced with each other, oooooooooh boy, Jeremy is insatiable. Partially because he’s never had a steady s/o who lived in the same building as him. He is always dtf; like, come in while he’s regaining one of his (dramatized) wins, give him a “look” and he’ll stop talking mid-sentence and follows you to wherever for a quickie

Jeremy’s favorite position is probably doggy style. He gets to give all his love and also gets to hide his face of he starts to feel embarrassed; its easier to have the macho sex god persona if his partner can’t see his face all flushed and pinched in concentration

Demo

Tavish has had plenty of date mates, but when he starts his relationship with you and learns that he is your first ever boyfriend? Fuck, it might as well be his first relationship too (the Scotsman is soft lbr). He knows that each relationship is different from another, even minusculy, but since you have no reference point, he’s gonna start from square one and work your way up to normal relationship things

By that I mean this man has, like, an itinerary. Week one: holding hands, Week two: eating meals together, etc. Tav is THOROUGH! He wants you doing lame couple things and wants you to be comfortable with them asap. He’s like one of those high school girls who are like “we need to be dating for six months before we can kiss.” It’s not that he isn’t ready, he just wants to make sure you are

Dates with him are weird and varied. One night he takes you to a nice bar, the next date is helping him set off about to expire explosives. A very lovely evening of him playing piano with you, then it’s Loch Ness Monster hunting. Suffice to say that your dates are never boring.

NS/FW

Tavish sets the relationship at a slow pace so that you’ll feel comfortable; introducing sex into the relationship is no different. He’ll let you know when he’s comfortable with it and is fine waiting until you are ready for it and won’t do jack shit without your permission.

When you are ready, be prepared for the cheesiest seduction ever. You’ll walk into Tavish’s room one day and there’s a trail of rose petals leading to the bed where the Scotsman lays, naked, with a rose between his teeth and a heart shaped pillow covering his junk; candles EVERYWHERE. It takes every ounce of willpower not to laugh (plz laugh, Tavish is trying so hard to make you relax before doing the do)

Despite the fact that the man likes his drink, Tavish refuses to fuck drunk. Sleeping with you is an honor, and he 1. Doesn’t wanna not remember it, 2. Doesn’t want to do something dumb while he’s drunk and hurt you, 3. Doesn’t wanna do something embarrassing in front of the gang while trying to seduce you. He’s a good boy who knows better

Sniper

Mick has had plenty of short term date mates, considering his job keeps him moving around. Before Teufort, he never bothered trying to keep a serious relationship because he would be gone by the end of the month. Then our favorite Aussie meets YOU and the whole game plan changed. He couldn’t be a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” man anymore, and he didn’t want to be with you. You’re special

Mick’s not 100% sure exactly what dating him would entail. You two go out to the local bar to drink, you spend your meals and down time together, you haven’t moved into the truck camper yet but you sure do spend a ton of nights there. Mick doesn’t have domestic experience so he tries to do what his parents do and what they told him to do, so it’s a lot of laundry together, movie nights at the local drive-in, reading the same book and talking about it, etc. Mick skipped right into the “old married life” kind of relationship

The Aussie is happy to take things slow with you, considering THIS kind of relationship is new to him too. You’re a special person the Mick wants to keep in his life

NS/FW

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAABES, I KNOW everyone’s like “oh, Sniper is an awkward loner with social issues” but listen darlings; Mick is a businessman, he used to have to talk to tins of people to get jobs; had to have connections, had to be charismatic, he to be willing to hang out in seedy bars and joints to eat gigs. What I’m saying is, aside from Spy, Sniper is probably the one who can manipulate the room to his advantage best, cuz he’s been doing it since he started. The point of this rant is to say SNIPER CAN GET IT! Homeboy’s got tail game! You cannot change my mind! He’s probably had more quickies than a rabbit hutch; he’s attractive as hell and knows how to talk to people to get what he wants and how to clock people at the bar who wants to get laid too! He came, he saw, he didn’t call he next morning. Okay end of rant and back to the original purpose of this point

So! Mick has plenty of sexual experience, and rather than see you as some sort of delicate flower, he sees it more as an opportunity to let you experiment ON him. Whatever you wanna try, he’s done it like 9 times. You wanna do some nasty shit? Okie dokie than, he’ll get the “Camper’s a-rocking, don’t come a-knocking” sign up and clear his schedule. Aussie knows what he’s doing

Plz bring up riding to this man, he’ll fucking propose to you. He thinks riding is the best position because he has all the access to your fun areas, he’s able to bury his face into your chest or neck, and its minimal movement for him

#tf scout x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 sniper #tea fortress 2 #tf2

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rlyc00l · 3 years

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headcanon request ask! (no pressure or anything tho, just thoughts if you have 'em)

1.) What kind of music do Rhys and Zer0 each listen to? ...Aside from Digby Vermouth I guess :p

2.) Zer0 sleeps under a desk at one point in your fic. Do they usually sleep in odd places, or is that just when they don't feel safe?

3.) Aside from emoticons, how could someone tell Zer0 is in a good mood? (I'm coming up a lil blank because it's not something we get to see much of in canon T-T)

One day I'm going to be able to answer an ask without writing a miniature essay but not today. I simply have a lot of thoughts about a lot of things and I really like writing stuff 1.) Zer0 I have like a super solid, very passionate opinion on. Enough for a playlist. Music that is fun to kill stuff to. :) Mostly energetic electronic bullshit (especially dance-y stuff), some extremely cutesy anime shit, some random fun stuff, and a few completely unexpected pieces of bubblegum pop. They feel absolutely no shame about anything they listen to, the last thing a bandit getting good and stabbed by Zer0 might hear is "♫Hey Mr. Wonderful Oh you're so incredible Hey Mr. Wonderful~♫" blasting in their helmet. Rhys is harder for me because unlike Zer0, I don't feel like his tastes are in-line with someone who spent a lot of time discovering music on vampirefreaks.com in high school and that pretty much makes his tastes a mystery to me. So, 100% going off of vibes? I feel most strongly about popular 80s music (he's an 80s yuppie ~in space~). Probably knows lyrics to a lot of the cheesiest shit like Opposites Attract (but he has a surprisingly good singing voice. Because I think it would be jarring and therefore funny, and because Troy Baker.) He gets at least a little tipsy and he'll try to get Zer0 in on it but like, they physically cannot sing. Otherwise, honestly his tastes are mostly probably not too out there, a lot of the kind of thing that pretty much everyone likes—not necessarily popular, but not really weird and divisive stuff. No specific genre or anything. The actual tftbl music would make sense too? And throw in some real sensitive/emotional stuff that he would get super defensive about if one were to give him a hard time about it. Also, "bisexual nerd music". I don't have a definition for what this is, it is just vibes.

2.) (Whoops you asked this before I posted the last chapter, where this basically gets answered. I wrote the whole answer to this ask and then got super distracted for a few weeks) It's based on how secure they feel. Usually they feel confident in their ability to go from being comfortably asleep to up and ready to defend themself, even in totally new environments. But with their current condition and the knowledge that they're being hunted they're not going to take a chance on comfort, especially not somewhere as obvious as a bed. 3.) Okay, wow turns out I have a lot of thoughts on Zer0's moods so I'm gonna try not to make this super long. I think it takes a pretty pronounced good mood before someone who doesn't know Zer0 well notices (but like, a less pronounced good mood still has a lot of the same signs, just toned down). Even then, it can be kind of subtle. I think most times we see Zer0 in BL2 they're having a pretty good time (except during the ECHOs, when they're in FFYL, when you AFK on them and they're bored, and during the actual sad deaths). Like, even when they're happy they're still childish and can get pretty mean. But, yeah, Zer0 in a particularly good mood: Generally they're friendlier and more sociable. Their laughs are more genuine, they're more willing to engage in conversation, there's a lot less of those curt replies, long periods of silence, and straight up ignoring things. They're even more prone to offering compliments—not that they normally wouldn't acknowledge their friend's achievements (as long as they aren't feeling kind of bitter towards them). In most moods they're "playful" to some degree, they enjoy messing with people, but if they're in a good mood it's closer to lighthearted teasing rather than being a dick for their own amusement. They'll still be a dick, but in a nice way? Like, purposely turning Rhys into a flustered mess (this has backfired on them, pre-relationship, because Rhys can completely unintentionally do the same thing to them, and then their only defense mechanism is being a dick. Straight up ignoring him/"I was talking to her"). Body language-wise, they just seem more comfortable? Again it's subtle, and it's not like they're ever particularly uncomfortable, but they usually hold themself like they're constantly ready to spring into action. And yeah, even in a good mood they're ready for a fight, but their stance is more open, they use slightly more animated and open body language, and if it isn't absolutely necessary, they struggle to stay still. In BL3 they have that very cute thing where they bounce on their toes and that's totally a good mood thing (yeah, they do it randomly in-game, but their bl3 emoticons are also random so who cares lol). Extremely good mood? They might actually like, show physical affection with friends. Not a lot more than a clap on the back, *maybe* an arm over a shoulder, a pat on the head for the short people that probably comes off as a little condescending and maybe is a little condescending, because it's Zer0.

#headcanons #i cannot stress enough how strongly i feel about zer0 and bubblegum pop type shit

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chichirichick · 3 years

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SoMa Day 5: Domestic

This one's coming in a little later than I normally post but I still made it! Please enjoy my @soulxmakaweek entry for Day 5! Laundry has never ended so sweetly. Read it on ff.net, ao3, or after the cut!

"Can you please stop tapping?"

Soul stopped the steady rhythm of both his feet and his fingers. "I'm bored," he groaned back as he slid against the back of the chair. In a daring move, his forehead thunked exhaustedly to her shoulder.

"Here." Maka rummaged through her bag, taking out a second paperback and shoving it under his nose.

"No," he elongated the vowel in agony. "Reading sucks."

"Says you," she snapped back before tapping his cheek with the spine. "Why didn't you bring your headphones?"

'Cause I kinda wanted to listen to you… He let that thought drift by as he tilted his chin slightly. The closeness was a bit of bravery, but there was something about doing these homey things with her that always stirred the want. "Broke 'em."

"Another one?" Maka rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Soul, that's like the third this month. For a man who loves music…"

"Real music is better without headphones," he grumbled in return. He could see the goosebumps on her neck from his breath, and he paused, waiting for her to clear him away from his spot.

"Like this?" Maka wiggled a finger up at the busted boombox, one speaker settled askew on top of the line of dryers. It was spewing a piss-poor copycat of Kenny G.

"Oh, this is grade A." His smirk glowed, flashing those sharky teeth. "You don't like it?"

Maka snorted.

"C'mon." Soul nudged his cheek a little more firmly into her shoulder. "Dance with me."

"Here?" Maka glanced around the dilapidated laundromat incredulously.

There were two other late-night launderers, one with his face in his newspaper and the other scrolling through her phone in ennui. The rest of the scratched linoleum or half-broken chairs were empty of life.

"Save me here, Maks. I'm dyin' of boredom." He pulled out the big guns, that pleading stare that thankfully birthed a smidge of weakness in her. He latched on to it along with her hand, getting up from his seat to pull her with him. It was easy to slip her into position, just reliving that black room again.

Maka let him coax her into slow waltzing steps between the washer-dryer sets and the seats. Her smile blossomed almost immediately, but the giggle that followed took time, building as he twirled her until she couldn't hold it.

"What's funny?" The sweet sound broke Soul's concentration.

"It's weird," Maka paused to let another laugh flutter. "You get sort of happy when we're doing housework stuff."

"I feel like you're insinuating me being happy is weird…" Soul leveled a glare at her, promoting more giggles that pressed into his heart. "But yeah, sure, I like this stuff."

There was a tenuousness to their connection, a blip on the line from soul to soul as they revolved again. It was just long enough for Maka to nibble into her lip before asking simply, "Why?"

This was the spot for an obligatory shrug- the kind that killed conversation like a lightning strike. Except… that mood struck him again, the one that was starting to get undeniable every time he was near her. "Well, never did it back at home… had maids and stuff for that so when I got here it was kinda like I wanted to learn it in order to let go of all that Evans bullshit."

Maka was blinking up at him, absorbed with hearing another piece of his truth. It was always hard to tear them away from him and when he offered them, she always seemed entirely immersed, dying for the next word.

"'cept that stuff sorta sucks," he added with a throaty chuckle.

"But you like it," she corrected softly.

"Uh…" Soul let that rumble in his throat for a second. "Yeah, now. That didn't happen 'til you came along."

Her eyelashes fluttered wide, that deep green blooming in surprise.

"Sorta… I mean, alone, in the apartment, cooking or cleaning- it was just me. Just a chore." He couldn't stand the way she was staring so he broke the moment, forcing her into a twirl that urged a tender laugh from her but didn't ruin her concentration.

Her eyes snapped back to him mercilessly as soon as he had her back in his arms.

"When you moved in- us livin' together… guess I realized what I was really missin' about it in the first place."

Maka's eyebrows furrowed but she didn't speak, didn't offer him an out with interruption.

His fingers tensed in hers as his heart lost the tempo of their movement, a jagged beat reminding him that while it was unnaturally easy to love her, it was so hard for him to somehow piece together the idea of it into words. "Doin' it alone… just feels like somethin' you gotta get done. Doin' it together is just like everythin' else we do- life in harmony." It was no longer a smirk but a nervous smile as he searched her eyes. "'Cause when it's you and me it feels homey, like family."

While his grin faltered, Maka's blossomed. "That is the cheesiest thing you've ever said."

A withering laugh struggled from his throat. "Sorry."

Maka quickly shook her head as the glow on her face continued. "You're right though."

Soul could feel the color creeping up his neck to his ears.

"You are my family, Soul." The sweet lilt of her voice was saturated in such a contented joy that his heart was melting down to his shoes. "I like that you feel that way." The octave trembled just slightly, a little pink of her own dusting her cheeks.

"G-good." He swallowed the stutter as his fingers suddenly became entirely unsettled. The urge hit him to spin her again, but in the next breath, the idea of letting her out of his arms struck him as utter agony. While he sat on the precipice of entirely losing his mind, the dryer buzzed, forcing him a jittery step back.

"Looks like you're done," Maka chimed, letting her hands still drift over his arms in gentle reassurance that bled from her fingers to his soul.

Soul tried to push all his energy into the normalcy of opening the dryer, barely feeling the puff of hot air as it opened in his face because of his already burning blush. He managed to shove every sock and wayward piece of underwear into his laundry basket before shuffling it across the floor back to their chairs. His knees gave up, wobbling as he took a hard seat. She- she likes that I feel that way? Does that-?

Maka settled next to him in the seat. "Are you going back to the apartment?"

"No," he shot back immediately, vexed by the thought.

There was no annoyance on her end, just a soft hum of satisfaction. "Let's make cocoa tonight."

"Cocoa?" Soul snapped out of his headspace, finally losing focus on his spiraling thoughts.

"Yeah." Without hesitation, her fingers were wrapped in his. "Homey, right?"

"S-sure. Maka, I- uh-" Different sentence strings shouted in his head. Family- like, together?

"And a movie. Maybe two even though it's late."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Anythin' you want." Or, brother and sister?

"Anything?"

Soul was too deeply occupied with trying to rein in his mind to hear the playfulness in her voice. Or meister and weapon?

"I can sit however I want on the couch?"

"Yeah." Spit it out!

"And you won't complain when I use you as a pillow?"

"Whatever." Since you were so damn love-drunk that you spilled the other part but not the part that terrifies you!

"And if I ask you- you'll give me a goodnight kiss?"

"Listen, Maka-" He froze, hands already spread in a silent plea as he let her words filter into his head. "Wha-what did you just say?"

A bit of bashfulness caught up with her as her fingers kneaded into his. "A kiss, Soul. If I asked you to, would you?"

There was no foothold for his fear, not with that blush blaring on her cheeks and a tentative smile waited to boom with his answer. His lean was a little too quick, knocking noses with her at first until she tempered him with a soft hand to his cheek. The tempting touch only made it worse, his lips clumsily locking to hers as he tried to steal away every last ounce of the happiness in what she'd said.

"Hey, get a room!" The man had dropped his newspaper and was eyeing them with distaste.

Maka parted them with a twittering laugh, her hand coming over her face to finally give in to a second of the embarrassment.

Soul offered the man a sneer before letting out a quaking laugh of his own. "Maka, that was-"

"Nice," she murmured as she let her hand slip away to reveal a smile.

"Yeah," he sighed out desperately.

She squeezed his hand in hers again, "So, cocoa, a movie, and maybe a little more practice."

#soulxmakaweek #SoMaWeek2021 #Soul Eater #SoMa

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