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jeonsjiddies · 3 years

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Mine | myg (m)

Summary - A jealous Yoongi shows you that no one else can fuck you like he can.

Word Count- 1487

Pairing- Yoongi x reader

Genre- smut

Warnings- dom!yoongi, possessive yoongi, jealous yoongi, dirty talk, rough sex, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

It was a Friday night at your local bar, and you were ready to let loose. You’d had exams all week, and had spent the majority of your time with your head shoved in a book, trying to pass. You didn’t want to take your education for granted, so you worked your ass off to catch up and score a good mark on the exams. You’d slacked a little the previous weeks, too caught up in your new relationship with Yoongi, the beautiful man who was currently sending you “come hither” eyes as you made your way through the crowded bar. You’d made up for it but now? You were ready to party. The bartender slid a strawberry daiquiri your way and you closed your eyes as you drank it. The sweet drink always took a minute to kick in, but had you feeling loose and happy and warm. Your whole body felt more fluid and limber, and you walked up to Yoongi who gathered you in his arms, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hey, sexy,” you winked.

“Already buzzed? Such a bad girl,” he tsked.

“I deserve to let loose a little,” you argued, “I’ve been studying my ass off.”

“I know I’ve barely seen you,” he whined, “was starting to think you were ditching me for someone else.”

“Like anyone could compare to you,” you scoffed, turning to survey the room.

“I am pretty sexy, eh?”

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile just before your favorite song came on and you shrieked excitedly, begging Yoongi to come dance with you. He declined, telling you he didn’t dance. You pouted, and walked off to dance on your own, but what fun was that? You saw Hobi standing by the bar, bobbing his head to the music, and you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the center of the room. He easily began moving his body to the rhythm, dancing next to you and laughing. Hobi was always up for acting like a fool and you loved it. He was one of your best friends, aside from Jimin, but he was working on picking someone up at the bar. The song changed to an even faster one, one of those songs that had the whole room thumping with the bass and brought out your inner stripper. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, you pressed the back of your body up against Hobi’s front, grinding against him to the music. You didn’t mean anything by it, you were just having fun.Hobi didn’t think anything of it either, happily dancing along to the dirty song, slightly drunk himself. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, and he placed his on your hips as you danced in time with the music. When the song ended, you both burst into laughter, and you went to find Yoongi while a slow song played. He sat over by the pool tables, brows furrowed and eyes dark.

“Hey baby,” you smiled, sitting on his lap and kissing his cheek.

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me after you just dry humped my best friend on the dance floor,” he scowled.

“What?” you laughed, “You mean dancing with Hobi?”

“Yes, I mean dancing with Hobi! You were all over him!”

“It was just dancing,” you defended yourself, “you wouldn’t dance with me.”

“So you throw yourself at the first guy who pays you attention?”

You froze, his words stinging like he’d smacked you right across the face.

“You know it wasn’t like that,” you bit back.

“It sure looked like it,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh my gosh, you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he let out a single sarcastic laugh.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I went and found Hobi again? I hear talk dirty to me is the next song coming up,” you stood, and Yoongi’s big hands clamped around yours.

“Don’t,” he warned.

“Or else what?” you grinned. “Why would it matter if you’re not jealous?”

“I don’t want another man’s hands on you. You’re mine,” he growled.

Something about the way he’d said it, so carnally, made you stop and look at him. His dark hair messy, eyes intense, vein in his jaw taut, one fist clenched as the other hand held onto you, firm but not painful. However, there were sure to be marks as he tightened his grip, pulling you towards him. Your hands went to his chest as your eyes locked with his. Your breathing became labored as you both just stared at each other, sexual tension rising between you. He crashed his lips onto yours like a feral animal and you kissed him back with the same frenzy, earning a few hoots and hollers. Yoongi simply held up his middle finger and continued to kiss you passionately.

“Yoongi,” you whined, pulling away, “need you.”

He picked you up, placing you on the ground before standing and grabbing your hand, driving home as fast as the car could take the two of you. He nearly dragged you into the apartment, stripping his clothes off haphazardly, tossing them wherever as he left dark hickeys on any patch of skin he could find of yours. Your neck, your breasts, your arms, it didn’t matter. Yoongi just needed to touch you, mark you, claim you. You moaned as he bit down roughly, tugging on your bottom lip.

“Y/N, you’ve been such a bad girl tonight, teasing me. Rubbing up on Hoseok, showing off in front of everyone. This whole neighborhood is going to hear you scream tonight, they’re all going to know you’re mine,” he growled with an air of dominance.

You shivered, nodding. He smirked, and ordered you to get on the bed, naked and on all fours. You did as told without hesitation. He wasn’t one to be reckoned with when he was like this. Territorial, jealous, animalistic. He smacked your ass once, watching it bounce from the impact with a satisfied smirk. You flinched, but you secretly liked how rough he was being, how commanding and powerful he was. He stripped down, rolling a condom onto his thick, throbbing erection, before lining himself up at your entrance and shoving it abruptly, causing you to gasp at the sudden burning. The burning quickly subsided as you adjusted to Yoongi’s size, and he started thrusting into you fast and furious, tugging on your hair and making you lift your head so he could leave hot, wet kisses on the side of your neck. You grunted with each thrust, trying to hold yourself up as your arms weakened in pleasure, but it didn’t stop Yoongi. He pounded into you with all his anger, all his jealousy, all his possessiveness. You absolutely loved this side of him, already soaring towards your release. Loud moans and screams left your lips, his name falling from them like a prayer. Your whole body shook, and the headboard against the wall sounded like thunder from how forcefully it was rocking. Yoongi pulled you up on your knees, so your bodies were fully flush against each other, but didn’t slow down.

“You like that, princess? You like my cock buried inside you, pounding your sweet little pussy?” he growled. “I bet Hoseok couldn’t fuck you like this.”

“No, just you,” you choked out, dangerously close to your climax.

“Say it again, who makes you feel this good?” he demanded.

“You, Yoongi!” you cried out, orgasm crashing over you as Yoongi released at the same time, both of you feeling like you were in outer space from the intensity.

You lay there breathless, and Yoongi shoved your legs apart again.

“Yoongi?” you asked, spent and panting.

“When you can’t walk tomorrow, I want you to remember how good my cock was inside you, how good my tongue is,” he grinned deviously.

His tongue darted inside you, and you groaned in ecstasy, still sensitive from the rough fucking he’d just given you. He slipped two fingers inside your heat, pumping in and out quickly and mercilessly as his tongue worked magic on your clit, almost immediately bringing you to your second orgasm of the night. Yoongi spent all night pleasuring you in multiple ways and by the time he was finished, you were completely exhausted. You couldn’t even move and your clit kept throbbing, your legs twitching from time to time.

Yoongi lazily left soft kisses along the already formed hickeys on your skin. He smiled against your lips, then laid next to you, cloaking you in his safe embrace.

“You did so good, princess. You took it all like a pro,” he complimented.

“Mmm…” you smiled, too tired to reply.

Yoongi chuckled and you fell asleep in his arms, listening to him whisper how beautiful you were, how glad he was that you were his, and how you better not grind on Hoseok ever again.

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multifandomficsx · 4 years

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Snowman (Loki X reader)

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Loki x reader (18+)

warnings: Smut,Smut,Smut, thigh riding, Loki is kinky

hey guys, this is a new Loki oneshot please show it some love. you can also find it here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/SamHartwell and https://www.quotev.com/samhartwell my fics and stories get post there first so if you want to read the new chapter first then I suggest following me there as well!!! anywho enjoy!

Loki had a flair for the dramatic so when his current girlfriend of a year told him that she'd be performing at Jazz at Lincoln Center he had to make an appearance. She had recently dropped a Christmas album and it had been widely received by Jazz critics all over the country and it was only natural that she had scored a gig at one of the most prestigious performance centers in NYC.

He watched the snow fall outside as they were only a few weeks out from Christmas. A black coffee from Starbucks was the only thing keeping his hands warm from the frigid cold. The lights strung up in the trees really made everything picturesque and perfect and the way the snow clings to the trees created intricate works of art.

(Y/N) had made close friends with Thor and the rest of the avengers. Loki couldn't help but brag about her to every single one of them and the fact that they were all here tonight to see her made him glow with pride. Although (Y/N) offered free seats, Tony bought the tickets for everyone anyways.

"I'm so excited to see (Y/N) perform tonight! Her album has so many bops." Natasha said as she took off her coat and scarf.

" My Brother here sure knows how to pick the best maidens." Thor laughed as he slapped his brother on the back.

Loki chuckled softly before shrugging. " I guess so"

Thor pulled him aside from the group under the guise of going to coat check to grab something he forgot in his jacket.

" Oh come on, that's all you can say? You're quieter than usual tonight brother. All you do is talk about her. What's going on?" Thor asked

" I don't have to tell you anything."

" Loki stop, is something happening between you and Lady (Y/N)?"

He sighed and pulled a small box out of his pocket.

"Oh Odin, You're going to ask her to marry you? Why didn't you say something! That is great news!" He yelled in excitement.

" You oaf be quiet. Yes. But lately we haven't been seeing each other that often because she's off either in the studio or doing press shoots and I feel like I'm... not good enough for her."

" She loves you Loki, you can see it in her eyes every time she looks at you. You two are made for each other. Just ask (y/n) and everything will be-"

"Just ask me what?" She asked from behind both of them.

Both whipped around to find (y/n) standing there in a gorgeous floor length dress that sparkled green. It complemented her body perfectly and she had a dark red makeup look to pull everything together.

" Are you both gonna stand there with your mouths open or are you gonna say anything." She laughed.

That laugh. The one that rang like church bells in his ears and sounded like the purest thing in the world.

"You're absolutely stunning my queen." Loki said before going up to her and planting a prolonged kiss on her red tinted lips. Her hands tangled in his tie before she pulled away from him.

" Mmm Loki, you're really trying it tonight." She said giggling with a smirk on her face. " I had to see you before the show even if I'm breaking a few rules." "Well I am truly honored."

"(Y/N)! What are you doing out here! Come backstage we have to make sure your mic is leveled." Her manager barreled out of the stage door. " And who is this? You know you're not supposed to talk to the public unless it's coordinated. We can't have a press scandal."

" Josh this is Loki my boyfriend."

"Oh the boyfriend. Well Loki, nice to meet you. (Y/N) we have to go backstage and make sure everything is going according to plan. Maybe have a drink before we start."

"Ahh yeah. Sure. Sorry baby I'll see you after the show." She said before planting a kiss on his cheek and leaving.

Time skip

"Alright I have one song left for you and it's not on the regular album so you all haven't heard it yet. It will be on the deluxe re-release so hang tight. This song was actually the first one I wrote but I scraped it because it went through so many rewrites. It was originally called reindeer but it was just the worst thing I think I've written..."

She had the crowd laughing and wrapped around her finger. Loki smiled at her but she didn't seem to acknowledge him once. He wanted to be apart of this and be there for her.

"This one is called Snowman."

The band started up into a smooth jazz/pop tune.

"Don't cry snowman, not in front of me Who will catch your tears if you can't catch me, darlin'? If you can't catch me, darlin'? Don't cry, snowman, don't leave me this way A puddle of water can't hold me close, baby Can't hold me close, baby I want you to know that I'm never leaving Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'till death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I'll love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas baby My snowman and me My snowman and me Baby Don't cry, snowman, don't you fear the sun Who'll carry me without legs to run, honey? Without legs to run, honey? Don't cry, snowman, don't you shed a tear Who'll hear my secrets if you don't have ears, baby? If you don't have ears, baby? I want you to know that I'm never leaving 'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'till death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I'll love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas baby My snowman and me My snowman and me Baby"

(Y/N) smiled softly at Loki as she finished the song and wished the crowd a good night.

All he could think about was the way she sang every phrase and the passion that came out of her voice. The way she pressed up against the mic stand and sang closely and intimately with the mic. The way her eyes closed and nose scrunched up as her voice soared.

She came out pretty quickly after the show was over and ran straight to Loki capturing him a large hug.

" I thought you had some press interviews to do after the show?"

"I canceled those, I missed you." She said whispering the last part suggesting at something else.

" I missed you too my dove," he fiddled with the ring in his pocket " um (y/n) you know I love you and-"

"Yes."

"What?"

"I said yes. I will marry you Loki."

"How did you know?"

"I found the ring a few weeks ago I was just waiting for you to ask me."

"Bloody Brilliant. You never cease to amaze me." He said before leaning in.

"Now let's get out of here before I take you in a broom closet."

(Y/N) blushed fiercely before retaliating " Actually I might like that." Now it was Loki's turn to flush before ushering her out of the concert hall.

As soon as the door closed behind them their hands were all over each other's bodies and somehow in the process (Y/N) had been pinned up against the wall. She called out his name as if it was the only word in her vocabulary begging for him to continue.

The kiss was sloppy and needy but passionate and loving. His hands ran from her thighs up to her hips where his Icy fingertips latched on, seemingly holding on as if his life depended on it. He loved the feeling of her skin, smooth and soft to hold. Her hands tangled in his hair lightly tugging at it while slowing grinding into him knowing it drove Loki absolutely mad. Breaking the kiss he pressed his nose against her neck breathing heavily, ghosting his lips over the delicate skin there.

" If you keep doing that you'll have to pay for it."

"Then make me pay."

He growled in response before hoisting her up wrapping her legs around his waist and carrying her into the bedroom as if it were nothing. She landed on the bed with a thud and Loki came not to long after giving her no time to Recuperate.

"What am I gonna do with you? For the past 3 months I've barely seen you and tonight you're practically begging for me."

"Loki I'm yours."

He wouldn't admit it but that phrase gave him shivers and made his cock harder than it's ever been.

" you are mine. Not that managers, not The presses. Mine. And only mine."

"Only yours, my king."

His mouth crashed into hers with a fury she hadn't seen since the day they first had sex. She melted into him flinging her arms around his neck before sliding her tongue across his bottom lip. He pulled away causing her to whine.

" I'm in control tonight, you don't get to call the shots."

His lips then attacked her neck knowing exactly where to kiss, suck, bite and lick to have her squirming. Her dress has slid off in the process of getting her to the bedroom and was discarded somewhere in the hallway. The collarbone was always the way to get her submissive and boy she just fell into a pool of whimpers as he got to it. With a smooth unclasping the bra was gone. (Y/N) shivered at the sudden cold air and moved to press up against Loki as a heat source. But sooner or later his shirt came off and her hand ran over his fit upper body. He was perfectly lean in all the right places and muscular in all the others.

In one swift movement he put her on top as he sat with his back against the headboard. (Y/N) fit perfectly straddled in his lap.

" I want you to get yourself off on my thigh." He said starkly causing her to blush a deep red. " It seems like the only fitting punishment and after I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even think about anyone else."

(Y/N) just nodded and made quick work of her panties and straddling over his thigh. The moment she started rocking her hips was the moment of no return. Embarrassed of how turned on she was getting the friction between his pants and her womanhood was heavenly. He watched her as she became unraveled above him. They way she threw her head back in pleasure and the soft moans and whimpers kept him hard. She suddenly felt pressure build in her lower abdomen and she knew her release was coming.

"Loki, I'm gonna..." she whines as her pace quickened.

"You're gonna what doll? Say it."

" I'm gonna cum." She said basically screaming with pleasure.

Her toes curl and her body jerked and right before she could reach her high Loki flipped them back over.

"You thought you were going to cum before I let you? No, no. You'll cum when I tell you." He said before removing his pants and boxers.

" I want to hear your cries," he snarls, breath shallow, " I want to hear every ravished whisper."

She felt his thickness against her thigh and she bit her lip in excitement. He rubs his length between your thighs and along your very wet slit before pressing at her entrance. (Y/N) let out a surprised moan as she felt him stretching her open. Loki grips onto her hips, easing himself inside as she moans longingly, burying her face into his chest.

"Please," was all she could muster as he squeezed around him.

"My pleasure," he pulls out slowly and then pushes back in hard.

She yelps loudly, gripping onto the sheets with white knuckles. He does it again picking up speed, rattling her and the bed. His grunts turn into pants and heaving breathes. Her eyes have rolled into the back of her head as she cries out enraptured whispering his name when she's not screaming it. Her eyes flutter close as she grasps onto anything that seems like a good anchoring point.

"Open your eyes (Y/N)" he demanded before one hand grabbed your chin and turned her head back toward him.

She met his eyes watching his expression as he drove into her, making her body spasm and shake as the lightning started to return. Writhing beneath him, he came down on (Y/N), kissing her heatedly as her fingers claws mercilessly at his back. She felt him twitch and shudder inside her and they were both approaching their climactic high.

"Cum for me." And that was all (Y/N) needed to let go. Screaming in pleasure, he moans into her neck, his head dipping and nuzzling between her breasts as he released inside her.

(Y/N) whimpered, holding onto the back of his head and neck.

"I missed you." She finally said again repeating what was said earlier.

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yoon-kooks · 6 years

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Signed in Black- Part 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, BadBoy!AU, FLUFF [potential smut in future chapters]

Summary: Min Yoongi. That was the name magically tattooed to your skin. You were told he was your lover by fate. And as cute as it would be to have a soulmate, Yoongi was the last person you ever wanted to be bound to. But thankfully, there was a way to remove the tattoo. All you had to do was convince six Bulletproof Fairies that the two of you were in love.

Word Count: 2.6k

Parts: ONE // TWO // THREE // FOUR // FIVE // SIX // FINAL

A/N: day1 of my min yoongi fluff week! sorry for not updating this in like half a year????? part 4 should be coming very soon~ 🍯⭐️

“You pick the date this time,” Yoongi took a sip of his Americano as he watched you close the shop for the night. As annoying as your “boyfriend” and the whole tattoo situation were, it was at least safer to have someone with you after the sun went down when your shift ended. “Anything you want.”

You’d thought about it a lot after Yoongi had taken you to one of his college classes, and there were two things you wanted to do with the boy: 1) you wanted him to show you his musical talent, and 2) you wanted to show him the stars. Maybe stargazing would be a little too romantic for now, but certainly, you were curious of what instruments Yoongi played, or if he wrote his own songs. After all, you still felt like you knew nothing about him, despite his name being written across your skin. This could be an opportunity to learn more about him beyond his bad boy self. “Prove to me that you’re a musical genius.”

“I can do that,” he nodded as the two of you got into his car. He never said exactly where he would be taking you, but you assumed it either had to be at his school if it was still open, or his home. The latter gave you butterflies that fluttered wildly in the depths of your stomach.

Thankfully, however, Yoongi pulled up to a location you had seen once before. But rather than walking towards the huge lecture hall, he took your hand and led you up several flights of stairs to a much smaller classroom with a whole bunch of different instruments hanging on racks. As you made a circle around the room, you glanced at each and every instrument, from cello to trombone to the snare drum. “Which do you play?” you asked, curious as a kitten.

“Which do you think?” Yoongi challenged you.

“Guitar?” Because that was clearly the secret weapon every playboy used to capture hearts. Yoongi was probably no different.

“Nope. Guess again.”

“I’m tired of guessing.”

“You only made one guess,” the boy narrowed his eyes at you.

“Just tell me.”

Yoongi pulled you over to the largest instrument tucked in the corner of the room and sat you down on the bench in front of its black and white keys.

“You play the piano?” you asked, not really knowing how to feel. The piano produced such a pretty and elegant sound, and you had a hard time believing a bad boy could play one. Though, at a second glance, Yoongi would look awfully handsome as a pianist in a suit and tie. “Do you do recitals and stuff?”

“I compose,” he said.

“Oh, like Gustav Holst,” you made a duck face, proud of yourself for being able to name a composer that wasn’t Mozart or Bach.

“Yeah, him,” he chuckled at you for utilizing the knowledge you had acquired from the one music history lecture he had brought you to. If possible, you wanted to tag along for more classes in the future.

“Can I hear one of your compositions?” As curious as you were about the kind of music Yoongi wrote, you were also a little afraid that you weren’t worth sharing something so personal with just yet. You fidgeted around with the white keys and played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with two wrong notes before the boy gave a response to your request.

He played a slow yet intricate piece with a melody and harmony that crossed fluidly between the left and right hands. His foot eased onto the pedal while his light fingers graced each note, giving the sound more style and flavor. It had an old-school feel to it, but you liked it. And all you could do was sit and listen. It amazed you that not only was he an amazing pianist, but he also had crafted such a beautiful piece.

“I don’t usually play my own compositions for other people,” he said as his fingers slowed and remained pressed against the final notes. “But you’re the exception, Sweetheart.”

“Do you really mean that?” you asked shyly, lowkey reminding yourself that you were dealing with a boy who’d played with your heart once before. “Or is that something you tell to everyone you bring here? Just like how you probably call them all your Sweetheart…”

“You’re the first one I’ve brought here. I don’t let hook-ups leave the bedroom, if that’s what you’re concerned about,” Yoongi examined your face, as if to see if you were perhaps a little jealous. “And if you don’t like ‘Sweetheart’, then what pet name should I use? You seem too innocent for something like ‘Kitten’.”

Your face heated up at the way Yoongi said “Kitten” in that raspy voice of his. And he definitely took note of it.

“Ah, so you like ‘Kitten’?” he teased with a smirk.

“Just call me Y/N…!” you puffed your blushing cheeks. “I don’t want you to call me anything you’ve moaned in the middle of one of your filthy hook-ups.”

“Fine, Y/N,” he rolled his eyes. “But I want you to call me ‘Honey’.” Honey. That wasn’t the first pet name you’d expected him to want. Wasn’t that a little too endearing for a bad boy?

“Why?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Because it’s cute,” he began to speak in pout.

“But you’re not cute,” you lied, which earned you an irritated tsk from the boy.

“He is kind of cute,” a third voice echoed through the suddenly silent music room. By instinct, you clung to the closest thing in your vicinity, which happened to be the sleeve of Yoongi’s red flannel. You would’ve been prompt in distancing yourself from the boy as soon as you saw that the coast was clear, but with a pair of dimples to accompany the piercing fairy gaze staring you down, you decided against it. It was the leader of the Bulletproof Fairy Council, Namjoon, sitting at one of the other pianos in the room. How long had he been sitting there?

You gulped as the fairy began to play that scary Beethoven piece that Yoongi the “musical genius” probably knew the name of. Namjoon definitely wouldn’t be an easy fairy to deceive. It’d be all over if he caught you and Yoongi in the midst of your fake love. So you couldn't do anything stupid.

“Mmm, Beethoven’s 5th…” Yoongi left your side and instead slid his ass right onto the other bench next to the fairy to shake his hand rather tenderly. “Shall I play the Moonlight Sonata for you, Namjoon?” he hummed, gazing at the fairy with eyes that reflected both confidence and charm. Their fingers were now interlaced. You would’ve been all flustered with your heart beating out of your chest, but Namjoon remained completely unfazed by the other boy’s flirting bullshit.

“No thanks, I think I’ve heard quite enough,” Namjoon said as he pulled his hand back from Yoongi’s failed attempt and got up from the piano bench. How much of your conversation with Yoongi had he overheard? “And FYI, kissing up to us fairies isn’t going to give you better marks on your love evaluation.” And with that, the fairy vanished.

Yoongi stared at the spot next to him where specks of fairy dust still remained. Hiding beneath the sparkles was an evaluation card with a failing score of 24/100 signed off by Namjoon. You didn’t even want to read the comments—if he even cared enough to leave any.

“Wow, what an asshole move,” the boy shook his head at the pathetic score. “All because you had to say I wasn’t cute.” He was putting the blame on you.

“Excuse me? Last time I checked, you were the one trying to flirt with the fairy.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never flirted with that one fairy with the charming eyesmile.”

“Y/N’s only tried to flirt with me three times,” another voice appeared out of nowhere, only this time, it was from a much sweeter and gentler fairy. Jimin suddenly popped into the center of the room and chose to sit with you rather than Yoongi down at the other piano—an excellent decision in your opinion. Although, it did frighten you to know the fairy had been keeping score on your terrible flirting game.

“Why are you here?” Yoongi got up from his bench and walked towards you and Jimin. He crossed his arms, refusing to look at the cute fairy. It was the exact opposite of how he had acted around Namjoon, and that made you wonder: was he jealous of Jimin?

“Namjoon told me he didn’t grant you his approval,”’ Jimin lowered his head. “He said at this rate, your relationship won’t work out…”

“We’re trying…” You felt bad. As a soul-linked pair under Jimin’s name, if you and Yoongi couldn’t figure things out, the fairy would be at risk of losing his position in the Bulletproof Fairy Council. And the last thing you wanted was for someone as sweet as him to suffer for your stubbornness. “But it’s difficult.”

“Hmm, I think you guys just need to be more open.”

“How?”

“1) Y/N, don’t let it bother you that Yoongi’s a fuck boy,” Jimin spoke to you before turning to the fuck boy, “and 2) Yoongi, don’t treat the Soul Link like it’s a game.”

You snickered at Jimin’s lowkey shade towards Yoongi. But he was right. If you and Yoongi ever wanted to make things work, you’d have to at least try to get along and learn more about one another. And it certainly didn’t help that you could only ever see the bad boy side of Min Yoongi.

“Yeah, yeah. We get it. We’ll try harder,” Yoongi picked the small fairy up off the bench next to you and began escorting him out of the music room. “Now good bye.”

“Good luck, Y/N~!” Jimin called from outside of the room.

You didn’t even get to say bye to the fairy before Yoongi closed the door, as if that would stop another pesky fairy from magically popping inside the classroom. But now that the two of you were presumably alone, you needed to digest all the feedback you had received from the fairies.

“Did Namjoon leave any comments on the evaluation card?” You walked up to Yoongi so you could get a look at the card yourself, but he quickly pulled it out of your reach. “Let me see it!”

“You don’t wanna see it,” he teased as he swatted away your grabby little hands.

“Yoongi!” you whined, half-annoyed, half-amused at his sudden playfulness.

“Call me ‘Honey’ and I’ll give it to you.”

“Honey,” you hissed.

Yoongi gave you a look of dissatisfaction at your lack of enthusiasm, but still dropped the evaluation into your palms. He waited as you read Namjoon’s comments. First you read the ones about Yoongi:

“As far as I can see, Yoongi is making an effort, which says a lot considering he’s a fucking fuck boy. Though, flirting with me was not the smartest move on his part.”

You were genuinely shocked. Yoongi was making an effort? What did Namjoon see in Yoongi that you had failed to ever take note of? And when you couldn't come up with an answer, you just continued on to read the short comment about you:

“Y/N wants to fall in love, but just not with Yoongi.”

You reread the words over and over, your heart sinking a little more each time. Something ached in the pit of your stomach. That was why Yoongi didn’t want you read the comments. That was why he had been so bitter around Jimin.

And you wished you could deny it and say that wasn’t how you truly felt. But somehow, with his fairy brain and powers, Namjoon couldn’t have been more spot-on with your feelings—which also meant, he was probably right about Yoongi making an effort as well. And that only made you feel shittier.

The evaluation card slipped out of your grasp, and a second later you heard it being torn up and saw a pile of confetti accumulating on the floor. “Don’t spend too much time dwelling on it,” Yoongi said, handing you the last piece of confetti from the score card. “All we can do is take their criticism and make adjustments.” You nodded in agreement. That was probably the best solution.

As you walked the tiny confetti over to the recycling bin like a good person, you stopped in your tracks when your eye was caught by the words on the card that Yoongi had ripped off for you: “Y/N wants to find love”. In that moment, that might’ve been a truer statement than Namjoon’s original comment. With a tiny smile, you let the confetti flutter into the recycling bin before walking over to the boy and taking his hand. “Can we go somewhere?”

“But why the roof?” Yoongi let out a groan, although you were sure he had to be at least a little curious to see what you had planned. After all, his fingers were still comfortably intertwined with yours as the two of you climbed up the final set of stairs.

The moment you stepped outside onto the roof of the school building, the chilly winds blew your body closer to the boy until your arms were snaked around his. You stared up at the starry sky, trying to figure out what to say. Half of you wanted to apologize, and the other half wasn’t sure what you wanted to apologize for. It wasn’t your fault for wanting to fall in love with someone besides Yoongi, nor was it your fault that you refused to call him cute.

It was, however, your fault for closing yourself off from him, simply because you believed he was a troublesome bad boy. Even when he had shared one of his personal piano compositions with you, you refused to believe he did it with good intentions.

“Yoongi,” you spoke softly, still looking up at the stars. “I really liked your composition, and the way you play the piano so beautifully.”

“And we had to come all the way up to the roof just for you to tell me that?” He studied the sky reflecting in your eyes before glancing up to find the same stars you were watching.

“We came up here because I wanted to share something with you—just like how you had shared your music with me,” you turned to the boy and waited for him to look back at you. “Maybe stargazing doesn’t take as much talent as piano, but I always thought it’d be a romantic thing to do with a lover.”

“Ew, you’re such a romantic,” he teased, earning himself a nudge from your elbow.

“I don’t know if I’m necessarily a romantic, but I’ve given love a lot of thought. And not once did I expect things to turn out like this.” You tugged on the boy’s arm. “So I’m sorry if I seemed too guarded or uninterested.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that, Y/N,” he patted your head. “Just admit that I am in fact cute and I’ll forgive you.”

You gave him a dirty look, and it wasn’t until you saw his little pout illuminating under the starry sky that your expression finally softened. “Okay, fine. You’re cute, Honey Boy.”

“Honey Boy?” he laughed at the cute nickname, even though it wasn’t the exact one he had asked for.

“I think it suits you more than Honey,” you leaned your head against his shoulder. “At least for right now.”

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #badboy au #soulmate au #bts imagines #yoongi x reader #yoongi #suga #bts #bangtan #signed in black #min yoongi fluff week

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TsukiPara Drama - Chapter 9 Translation

[This chapter is about Procella and Gravi deciding what to do for their joint live. Read more under the cut~]

9章 – Chapter 9

合同LIVE決定です！

A joint live has been decided!

1話 – Part 1

月城さんから大事な話があると言われたんたが

Tsukishiro-san said that there’s something important we need to talk about but.

Hajime: …...Tsukishiro-san said that there’s something important we need to talk about but.

Haru: I wonder what it is?

Aoi: …...Oh!

Kai: Hey! Good work you guys!

Shun: Yo, Hajime. And everyone in Six Gravity.

Kakeru: It’s the appearance of team Procella.

Hajime: …...Which means, you’re gathering here because Kurotsuki-san told you he needed to talk about “something important” too?

Shun: That’s right ♪ It seems that something will be happening with the combination of Procella and Gravi, right?

Kai: I wonder what it is~. First of all, this has certainly made things more lively.

Haru: There is no doubt about that.

Yoru: If it involves the union of us, it must be something like a large-scale plan or an event. Hmm, I wonder what…...

You: I don’t really understand what’s going on but, for the time being we can’t lose to Gravi.

Yoru: It’s as expected that even in unknown circumstances, you still hate losing.

Yoru: In the first place, we don’t even know if it will be a contest you know?

Koi: We won’t lose either~!? …...I don’t know what will happen though.

Haru: Yeah yeah, it’s great that you are feeling motivated.

Kai: That’s for sure~

Rui: …...In the end, the managers are in charge.

Iku: That’s right! I wonder what it is. It’s exciting isn’t it, Rui.

Rui: Yeah.

Kurotsuki: Hey! You guys are all properly gathered here!

Kakeru: Kurotsuki-san! Tsukishiro-san!

Tsukishiro: Everyone, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to gather here.

You: That’s completely fine with us. So? So? Kanade-chan, Dai-chan. What is the “important matter”?

You: If you don’t tell us quickly, Yoru will start spinning in circles from thinking about bad stuff again.

Yoru: Wa-Wait a sec! You! To go that far…...well I might actually do that but.

Koi: So you’re going to do that.

Kurotsuki: Hahaha! He’s in trouble! Well, you don’t have to worry. I didn’t come here to deliver any bad news.

Arata: So it’s not bad news……. That means, it’s good news? Tsukishiro-san.

Tsukishiro: That’s right. The truth is…...

Aoi: The truth is……?

(To be Continued)

2話 – Part 2

確かにそれはグッドニュース

That is certainly good news.

Tsukishiro: This time, a joint live with Six Gravity and Procellarum has been decided.

Haru: So it’s a joint live!

Arata: Oh, that is certainly good news. Yay-. I love lives~ ♪

Rui: I love them too. There are so many songs, it’s wonderful. Ikkun, let’s do our best?

Iku: Yeah, let’s do our best!

Tsukishiro: Furthermore, the venue is the “Tsukino Super Arena”.

Kakeru: Tsukino Super Arena!? Wow! That’s awesome!

Koi: That’s a really big stage isn’t it~!

Shun: This is certainly our “big moment”. And it will be starring both Procella and Gravi. Hehehe, I am thrilled.

Hajime: That’s right. But, why did they decide to do it now? We don’t even have any time to produce a new record.

Kai: Oh, I guess you’re right.

Tsukishiro: Hehehe, we are talking about an app. Everyone, have you been playing “Tsukino Paradise”?

Kai: Ye-s. We all downloaded it together, and have been playing it.

Iku: I’ve also been playing it, even though it has just been in the free time I have between work and school!

Rui: I’ve also been silently* playing it.

[*meaning without talking]

Iku: I think it’s something that you normally play silently, you know?

Koi: Music games, are really fun~. I got really into it as a normal user ♪ See!

Aoi: Woah! Koi, you’re already getting those kinds of scores? You’ve really been playing it…...

Hajime: Koi…… Getting into it is fine but, if you skip studying for your tests this time…...

Koi: Ahahahahaha, that wouldn’t be good, Hajime-san, it’s fine. It’s completely fine!

You: I sense that it’s not going to be fine.

Yoru: Yeah, I sense that.

Haru: It would be great if Koi could use his ability to concentrate and skill that he has when he is playing games for his studying too though?

Koi: I personally, believe that is true from the bottom of my heart.

Iku: So you think so too!

Kurotsuki: Hahaha! Well, everyone. Let’s leave it at that. Since it seems like Koi isn’t the only one that has gotten absorbed in the game.

Haru: …...And, who would that be?

Tsukishiro: It is a great privilege to say this but, it seems that “Tsukipara” has a lot of users who enjoy it.

Tsukishiro: Of course our fans from the beginning would enjoy it, but there are also fans who are hearing Tsukipro’s music for the first time in this game.

Tsukishiro: The voices of the fans who have fun playing the game have reached the company office.

Kai: Oh! We did it! Whatever way the fans tell us, as long as people are interested in us, then I’m happy.

Yoru: Yes, that’s right!

Tsukishiro: By the way, these kinds of voices are being delivered to us…… Take a look.

(To be Continued)

3話 – Part 3

ツキパラLIVEフェスティバル！！

Tsukipara Live Festival!!

Arata: Oooh~. There are various kinds of messages. Let me see what we have here? Arata-kun, you are cool. Arata-kun, I love you. This is embarrassing~

Aoi: That’s not written. That’s not written anywhere.

Rui: I’m glad that people are having fun with the game.

Yoru: Hehehe…… Definitely.

Kurotsuki: That is why, this joint live, will not be just an ordinary live.

Kurotsuki: We want to do this event for the fans of Procella and Gravi as usual, but also for the fans of “Tsukipara”.

Tsukishiro: It’s a plan that the Tsukino company president thought of. We are calling it...

Kurotsuki & Tsukishiro: Tsukipara Live Festival!!

Kakeru & Koi: Tsukipara Live Festival…!

Iku: Oh~!

Aoi: Sounds like fun.

Arata: The name is a little difficult to say.

You: Yeah it is.

Yoru: Come on you guys.

Shun: Hehehe, they are excited. However……, Dai?

Shun: Since we’re going through the effort of presenting this to the “Tsukipara” fans…… That must mean that, this isn’t going to be just a normal live right?

Kurotsuki: Well, that’s right!

Rui: What do you mean?

Kurotsuki: The president says he wants to organize it to be coordinated with “Tsukipara”.

Hajime: I see… So we’ll organize it to be coordinated along with the game, huh.

Kai: Both a game and a live huh~. This sounds really interesting!

Arata: I guess it’s okay if we try to do something different from the usual lives?

Kakeru: I wonder what will happen~!

Tsukishiro: By the way, a definite plan is still not certain so we’re in the middle of coming up with good ideas.

(To be Continued)

4話 – Part 4

「三人寄れば文殊の知恵」って言うだろう？

Isn’t the saying “two heads are better than one”?

Rui: …...Are you sure it’s okay if we decide what happens?

Tsukishiro: Whether we use it or not depends on what the idea is though.

Tsukishiro: I think we should borrow everyone’s wisdom, so we can create a new form of live.

Aoi: I see…… So that’s why, you had us all gather here together like this.

Kurotsuki: Yeah. Isn’t the saying “two heads are better than one”? With 12 people gathered, I was thinking we should have quadruple the amount of ideas!

You: Dai-chan, don’t put it so simply~

Yoru: Although, thinking of new ideas together sounds like fun. Let’s do our best and try to think of some?

You: Okay, understo-od.

Shun: Well then…… Does anyone have any ideas?

Koi: Hmm~, since we’re going through all the trouble to do a collaboration with the game, I want it to be fun and have a really flashy feel!

Hajime: To come up with an idea, is very abstract.

Haru: I can understand the feeling though?

Arata: Something like trying to act like we are in the game when we appear?

Koi: Yeah yeah, something like that!

Kakeru: Ah, if that’s the case, why don’t we make the entire arena appear as if it’s in the game?

Rui: Hmm-mmm. So when we are on stage, we will also be inside the game?

Kakeru: Yeah! And then…...

Shun: Hmm, that sounds good, Kai. Seeing the image of us becoming harmonious with our beloved children, would be very calming don’t you think?

Kai: Yeah yeah. I agree that it would be calming but, you guys should try to think of something too.

Shun: Okay.

Haru: Making the entire venue, look like the inside of the game……. Hehehe, that certainly sounds interesting.

Hajime: Other than singing, dancing, and the talk parts, I want to add something else.

Yoru: That’s true……. By the way, what are we going to sing in the live? Is the music already decided?

Tsukishiro: If at all possible, I think we should include what you guys want in the music setlist.

Koi: Oh! Okay oka-y! Then I want to do, “Datte Mada Mada Avant Title”!

Kakeru: That song is really exciting isn’t it~

You: Hey Yoru, if Koi and him are doing a duet song we should do something too?

Yoru: That’s true. If you want something exciting, I guess we should sing “DA✩KAI”?

You: Instead of just being exciting, we could also show our adult charm with “Awai Hana”.

Haru: Rather than that, how about we sing all of the duet songs in a medley?

(To be Continued)

5話 – Part 5

歌もダンスも気合を入れて練習していくぞ

Let’s give it our all for our songs and dances.

Kai: Oh, that would be great! That somehow seems like it would be a huge bargain.

Hajime: If we’re going to heat up the venue with the various duet songs, then I want to do “GRAVITIC-LOVE”.

Aoi: With the unit songs, our charm will increase just as much as the amount of people there right?

Arata: Dancing all together feels good too, and it also looks cool. Alright, Aoi, let’s work hard at our practice~

Aoi: Okay!

Tsukishiro: Understood. So we will be doing a duet song medley and… we will add “GRAVITIC-LOVE” to the setlist.

Shun: Then Procella will charm the venue with “LOLV -Lots of Love-”.

Kai: Oh yeah! That’s great-, we’ll be able to show our true worth!

Rui: I love that song because it has a lot of impact, and it is cool.

Kurotsuki: Alright! Let’s give a great performance of “LOLV -Lots of Love-”!

You: You can leave it to us, Dai-chan ♪

Hajime: Since our goal for the live has been decided, let’s give it our all for our songs and dances.

Iku: Yes! I will work even harder than I usually do!

Rui: …...Yeah! Me too!

Shun: Hehehe……. Seeing Ikkun and Rui do their best, gives me such a pleasant feeling.

Koi: After that, if we can make it look like we are linked to the game, it would be an even better plan!

Kakeru: I wonder what would be good~?

Everyone: ………...

Rui: This is quite…...difficult.

Shun: Well then, I have an idea- ✩

Hajime: Shun, have you thought of something?

Shun: Yes. Although it is something quite simple~?

Kai: Oh?

Shun: First, I will display a magic square on the screen!

Everyone: Rejected.

Shun: I haven’t even said everything yet, you rejected it so fast-.

Kai: We don’t have to listen to the whole thing! As soon as you said the words magic square it was rejected! Rejected!

Shun: Huh. Even though, I could do something amazing, if I tried?

You: We don’t need anything else appearing! We already have enough crazy things in the dorm!

Rui: Like the mysterious living box Diablo, who makes the world explode* if opened.

[*I’m not sure about this translation. Rui says the world will go “pa-n” but I can’t figure out exactly what the sound means.]

Kurotsuki: I didn’t hear anything-. I didn’t hear anything-.

Haru: A-Ahahaha. …… It’s just like Shun to come up with that idea though?

Tsukishiro: It’s okay. There’s no need to get so seriously worried.

Kurotsuki: That’s right. It’s certainly true that the most important thing at a live is for the audience to enjoy themselves but…...

Kurotsuki: To the same extent, it is also important that you guys enjoy yourselves!

Tsukishiro: What Kurotsuki says is right. If you guys are having fun, then that feeling will definitely be passed onto everyone else.

Tsukishiro: It’s not that we want you to decide anything immediately right here right now. There is still time, so take your time and think of some more ideas.

Kurotsuki: Me and Tsukishiro, we’ll help with anything we can! Feel free to ask us for anything.

Hajime: Yes. We will.

Haru: Well then, why don’t we split up for now, and then discuss this again another day?

Kakeru: Oka-y!

Iku: Understood!

Shun: …...Well, if we just can’t decide on anything, it will be best if we used my fantastic, unrivaled idea ✩

Kai: Okay, everyone, really! Seriously! Let’s think of something-!

Everyone: Okay-!!!

~END~

[I now have more time for translating again since Halloween is over~ I had to sew Halloween costumes for myself and someone else so my free time had been used up by that for a while. XD]

[I still have to catch up on a lot of schoolwork but I’m going to try to rush and get some more chapters done. I hope to at least finish all the Tsukiuta dramas and start working on the other unit dramas while Proani is still airing.]

#Tsukipara #Tsukipro #Tsukiuta #My translation

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How to Handle a Nico: Super Secret Special Training

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.4k Raiting: K Time Frame: Shortly afer ep 6 of the first season of the anime. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: I’m supposed to be grinding for my second copy of Festival Maki in WWSIF’s current Challenge Festival, not dredging through the layers of digital dust covering my WIPs...

NicoNii: Maki!

NicoNii: M~a~k~i~-c~h~a~n~!

NishikinoMaki: I’m in class

NishikinoMaki: Aren’t you as well?

NicoNii: But this is important!

NishikinoMaki: What is it?

NicoNii: Special Training!

NicoNii: This Weekend!

NishikinoMaki: Oh?

NishikinoMaki: I don’t recall Umi-senpai or Honoka-senpai mentioning that.

NicoNii: Super Secret Special Training!

NicoNii: This Weekend!

NicoNii: Don’t tell Honoka!

NishikinoMaki: Why Honoka-senpai?

NicoNii: It’s Super Secret Special Training!

NishikinoMaki: Whatever

NicoNii: Which day works best for you?

NishikinoMaki: Either I guess

NicoNii: Saturday it is!

NishikinoMaki: That’s fine

NicoNii: See you at practice!

NishikinoMaki: Yeah, sure

Maki discreetly checked to ensure the teacher’s attention was still on the board before stowing her phone back in her pocket. It was then that she noticed Rin grinning at her from across the classroom. She returned an annoyed glare and made a motion for the other girl to stop staring, which only earned a wider smile. Maki rolled her eyes and shook her head before scanning the page in her textbook to find the point the teacher had just mentioned.

The arcade?

Maki stared in confusion at the myriad of blinking lights before her. She glanced at her phone. This was the address Nico had given her. But why did Nico want to meet for training at the arcade? For that matter, what was so “super secret” about it that the rest of µ’s was not invited?

“Maki-chan!” a high-pitched voice called.

Maki-chan? The redhead blinked, turned towards the source and saw a raven-haired girl jogging towards her, waving and smiling. Had her senior called her that before? Rin and Hanayo had started calling her that immediately upon her suggestion that they refer to one another more casually and Honoka and Kotori quickly followed suit. All four seemed like the types who liked to use the honorific with pretty much everyone. But was Nico the same? Maki couldn’t recall her senior referring to anyone else with the casual honorific.

“You must have gotten here really early, Maki.” Nico commented upon reaching the younger girl.

“Not really.” Maki replied, frowning slightly as a pang of some strange sensation shot across her consciousness after the older girl dropped the honorific she had just used a moment ago.

“Why the frown?” The third-year pouted. “Is Maki-chan really that disappointed to see Nico?”

“Bueehh?” The first-year balked a bit. “N-No, it’s just… uhm…” How could she explain it? Why did she feel better when it was used again?

The pout turned into a smirk. “Anyway,” the smirk turned to a grin as Nico grabbed Maki’s hand, “let’s go! We’ve got training to do!”

“W-Wait, Nico-senpai!” Maki protested, tensing at the unexpected contact. Still, despite her size, Nico was surprisingly strong and was able to drag a resisting Maki behind her. After a moment, Maki relaxed a little and let herself be lead through the entertainment center. But despite giving in, she could still feel heat in her cheeks and wondered how badly she was blushing. “The dance game?” She asked when her senior finally came to a stop.

“That’s right! I saw that you got the lowest score when we were here last.”

“I did?”

“Yup.”

“I wasn’t paying much attention.” Maki shrugged. “The whole thing was silly anyway.”

“It wasn’t silly!” Nico protested.

“I mean who decides the leader of a group based on scores in a dance game anyway?”

“Dancing is an important part of being a school idol.”

“I can dance just fine, thank you.”

“Not according to your scores.” Nico’s teasing smirk returned.

Maki felt herself bristle. “I’ll have you know I was holding back.”

“Prove it.” the third-year pulled a handful of tokens from her pocket.

“Fine.” The first year pulled off her uniform jacket and tossed it across the rail behind the dance platform before rolling up her sleeves.

Nico grinned victoriously and started buying credits with the tokens.

“You’re going to regret this.” Maki stated, taking her position on the neutral portion of the platform.

“Nico won’t lose to a mere~ kohai~.” Nico sang, posing like some martial artist preparing to spar.

“Hmph!” Maki turned her attention away from her annoying senior just as the game started its countdown to begin the song.

“Hee hee! Told you Nico wouldn’t lose!” The third year cheered, throwing a fist in the air.

“Only by a few hundred points.” The first year pointed out. “We got the same rank otherwise.”

“A win is a win.”

“Best two out of three.”

“You’re on!”

“Best four out of seven.” Nico declared.

“I thought Nico-senpai said she wouldn’t lose to a mere kohai.” Maki taunted, emphasizing the two social status terms.

“Nico thought she would be nice and let her kohai have a few.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Song is starting.”

“Bweehh?”

“Best…” What are we at now? “Uhm…” Maki tried to recall how many matches she and Nico had played.

Nico held up a hand.

“You can’t quit when you’re only one ahead.” The redhead stated definitively. “You have to win by two.”

“In a minute. Nico needs a break and a drink.”

That was fair, Maki had to admit. They took regular breaks during practice. “Alright.”

“Ughn… Nico is all sweaty…” the raven-haired girl whined, tugging at her collar as the two of them made their way to the refreshment counter.

“Of course you are.” Maki chided. “You’re still wearing your cardigan. Why don’t you just take that off?”

“Tut tut.” Nico clucked. “This cardigan is one of Nico-nii’s trademarks! To take it off and not replace it with something equally cute would be a disservice to the fans!”

Maki rolled her eyes. “Really?”

“Really. All idols need a trademark.”

“Maybe…”

“Don’t worry, Nico will help figure out a trademark for Maki.”

“That’s… not really necessary…” There it was again; that strange sensation. What the heck? It wasn’t like Maki wanted the older girl to call her anything special. Very strange…

“Of course it’s necessary.” Nico insisted. “Like I said, all idols need a trademark. And finding one for you should be easy because Maki-chan is cute.”

Cute? Maki felt warmth spread across her face again.

“Not as cute as Nico, though.”

And just like that, it was gone. Maki shook her head. By the gods, it was amazing that such a sizable ego could fit in such a tiny body.

“Ahhh… that was good…” Nico tossed her empty cut into a nearby trash bin before stretching. “Mmmm… That was just was Nico needed.” Dropping her arms back to her sides, she turned and smiled at the taller girl beside her. “Ready for the next round, Maki-chan?”

“Almost.” Maki replied, glancing at the remaining liquid in her own cup.

“Well hurry up!” Nico bounced a little with new found energy. “We’re improving, but we’re not good enough to beat Honoka yet. We may need a few more of these training sessions.”

Ah. So that was the real reason behind all of this. Nico was sore about losing to Honoka. But did she really need Maki here for that? Could she not practice on her own? And hadn’t Rin been the one with the best score on the dance machine? Maybe Honoka was the prime target because she maintained her position as leader?

“Done yet?” Nico reached out for Maki’s cup.

“Yeah…”

“Good.” She took the container and tossed it in the same bin she had tossed hers earlier. She then grabbed the other girl’s hand again and pulled her back towards the dancing games.

Well, regardless of why Nico chose her, out of everyone, to drag along, Maki found she couldn’t deny that she was having fun. Definitely more fun than some silly contest about being the leader of µ’s. And from the way she was smiling, Maki was fairly certain Nico was having fun as well. And for some reason that made Maki happy. Some reason? No. That wasn’t quite right. Seeing a friend be happy was reason enough to be happy as well, right?

“Nico-ch…” Maki cut off.

“Mmm?” Nico turned.

Maki cleared her cleared her throat. What are you doing? You can’t call your senior that! It’s inappropriate. You’ve barely known her a couple of weeks. “Nico-senpai.” She corrected.

A lopsided smirk crossed Nico’s lips. Had she caught the slip-up? “Yes…?”

“I… uhm…” Get it together, Maki. “I’m not going to lose.” She finally got out.

Nico laughed. “Says the girl who is a match behind.”

“I’ll catch up.”

“Well the loser has to buy the winner a crepe when we’re done.”

“Deal.”

“I’ll take a strawberry banana, please.”

“You say that like you’ve already won.”

“Well I am a match ahead.”

“For now.”

“For always.” Nico took her place on the dance platform. “Now that crepes are on the line, Nico is definitely going to win.”

It was almost another hour before a winner was finally decided.

Author’s Note Continued: Nope. I’m not going to reveal the winner here. Mostly because I haven’t honestly decided. If, when writing another scene, a good way of referencing the winner comes to me, I will do so then. Were I to hazard a guess, it will likely be via Nico either bragging about winning or grousing about losing.

Also, I double checked episode 6 of the first season and Hanayo was actually the one with the lowest rank during the competition. However, it matters not, because in the HtHaN world, Maki wasn’t paying close attention and Nico is just using the point to goad her into playing anyway. It is also worth pointing out that, purely based on rank, Nico and Honoka tied. I assume Nico lost in points based on the remarks made in episode 11 of the second season.

Then, upon recapping the episode, I was reminded of the other two challenges. According to the scores, Nico beat Honoka in karaoke, so maybe Super Secret Special Training is not in order here? Then again, Maki beat Nico, so maybe just a simple rematch? Or, not-so-simple, considering the individuals involved. And while Kotori was the clear winner in the aura contest, no other placements were revealed, so I’m not sure if I’ll have Nico drag Maki into some sort of aura training.

Lastly, I absolutely must point out how much I adore the expressions of both Nico and Maki through episode 6. Maki’s look of utter disdain/disinterest/“why the heck am I doing this?” is absolutely fitting. I hope her warming up to things makes at least a little bit of sense in this scene.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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awintersrose · 7 years

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The Sweetest Perfection

Pairing: Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None. Just mild smut and fluffy goodness

Oneshot drabble inspired by @nikkxb regarding the “on a mission and there is only one bed” trope as applied to the Sannin. Enjoy!

Yes, the title refers to the song by Depeche Mode.

Yugakure seems to be a far more exciting locale than any other place that Team Hiruzen has been sent on a mission thus far. They have been assigned a relatively simple stakeout and assassination operation, and their target is set to arrive tomorrow, but the inn that they arranged to stay at for the night at has been overbooked, and they find themselves without lodgings. There is some kind of seasonal festival going on throughout Hot Water Country, and scores of travelers have flocked to the unexpectedly tourist-friendly hidden village, so vacancies are especially scarce.

After an evening spent going from hotel to hotel searching for a place to stay, instead of enjoying the nightlife, Tsunade manages to find them a room. But their relief quickly becomes immense dismay as they open the door to discover that the tiny room only has one bed. A luxuriously soft bed, with fine linens and fluffy pillows. The sight of it alone is incredibly inviting, as all three are exhausted after having completed two back to back missions, followed by several more days of rough travel. None of them are particularly interested in giving up the first bed they have encountered in that time.

“You know, you guys could always just be gentlemen and let a lady have first dibs…” Tsunade suggests, and Jiraiya groans. Orochimaru merely sighs and blinks disinterestedly at the both of them, content to let his teammates haggle it out before he adds anything to the argument. A surprising number of conflicts have been settled by just letting them bicker it out.

“Sorry, Princess, but no. The floor is hard, there are no extra bedlinens, and I would kinda like a shot at a good night’s sleep before our target arrives tomorrow.” Jiraiya argues grumpily.

His emotional state is rarely swayed from anything other than constant cheer, and Tsunade, suddenly feels quite selfish, knowing that the men are just as tired of sleeping on the ground as she is, and they too deserve a bed for the night. To their surprise, she quickly relents.

“Fine. It’s a big bed, and it’s just one night. I’m sure we’ll all fit.”

At first, none of them can easily relax. The initial dilemma of who should sleep next to whom is easily dealt with by virtue of the fact that Tsunade does not entirely trust Jiraiya to keep his hands to himself. Orochimaru prefers not to have covers ripped away from him in the middle of the night, so he separates the two of them, opting for the spot in the middle. So long as he’s warm, he rarely moves in his sleep - his teammates have seen this and consider it an oddity, but useful in this circumstance, they suppose.

What Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru don’t talk about is the fact that they have been dancing around the inevitability of touching each other for the better part of the last two weeks, trying to pretend a certain incident had not happened. A certain incident involving a night of drinking, which led to an impromptu game of drunken truth or dare, which led to a certain three-way makeout session that could have progressed to much more had one of Jiraiya’s one-night stands not paid an unexpected visit to his apartment. All three blamed the alcohol for their actions that night, even claiming to not remember much of what occurred, but tension has been shimmering along the surface of their interactions for the last couple of years. There is a thread of attraction weaving a more complicated pattern of feelings between the three of them, and the alcohol just gave them the push they needed to act.

The bed is indeed large, but there is not quite enough space for the three teammates to lie side by side without some form of bodily contact. Jiraiya is ridiculously tall and broad, and no matter how they adjust the way they all lie there, someone’s arms or legs are brushing in some way. Exhaustion wins out eventually and it no longer matters. Fresh from baths, with satisfied bellies after a hot meal, they doze off within minutes of one another. Or so it seems.

Jiraiya’s arm falls across Orochimaru’s waist as he nods off. The snake user is discomfited by the contact at first, but the fact of the matter is that it actually feels quite nice, and Jiraiya is incredibly warm, radiating heat and the soft scent of woods and earth. Orochimaru almost feels more cozy than when he is tucked in his favorite spot under the kotatsu at home, so he deems it acceptable, and tries to ignore the slight trickle of excitement creeping down his spine when Jiraiya shifts, cuddling more closely against his side.

Tsunade lies still for the most part, though at a certain point she turns to snuggle into her pillow, but ends up resting her head against Orochimaru’s shoulder instead. Her hair is loose, falling in shimmering strands around her face, and she smells sweet, like spun sugar and vanilla. He has never been one for liking anything sweet, but on her it’s enticing, and he is suddenly very uncomfortable. He is painfully aware of the both of them, and sleep does not come easy.

By the time the light of dawn is filtering in through the glass balcony doors, Tsunade is only hazily aware of two things; the languorous warmth of an entirely too pleasant dream in which a lover wakes her with a kiss, and how comfy she feels snuggled up against him, with her face tucked in against his throat, wrapped securely in his arms. The skin against her cheek is warm and petal soft, scented with something familiar and soothing, like lavender and spice. Tsunade brushes her lips across the fluttering pulse point, and he stirs. Fully conscious, she immediately realizes that this dream lover is a real man, her teammate in fact, and that she is dangerously close to waking him up in a precariously sensual position.

Orochimaru is already awake, but adept at pretending otherwise. With Jiraiya curled against his back and Tsunade in his arms, he does not want to admit to himself how wonderful it actually feels to be embraced by the both of them. When she practically kisses his neck, it sends heat throughout his face and his belly, and he struggles to force his breath to remain deep and even, regulating his pulse, and desperately hoping she won’t notice. Thankfully, Tsunade seems to be oblivious and taking liberties; her fingers card through a wayward lock of Jiraiya’s shaggy white hair that has somehow fallen over his shoulder, before doing the same with his, sending spidery little shocks of sensation along his scalp. Precisely the reason he has always hated (secretly loved) having his hair touched by others.

Then Orochimaru feels the heat of Jiraiya’s mouth pressing against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, while large hands skim his waist reflexively, and he gasps openly as Jiraiya sleepily murmurs an unintelligible but certainly saucy endearment. Tsunade freezes against Orochimaru’s neck, and he opens his eyes to see her trying and failing to feign slumber once more except it’s too late, and she knows she is caught. She draws back just enough for her honey colored eyes to meet his incredulous golden stare.

“Ah, um…good morning,” Tsunade says softly, her eyes fixed on the adorable blush that has stained his cheekbones a vivid scarlet. She can feel his heartbeat racing, and he wets his lower lip, drawing her gaze there instantly. She has a faint recollection of just how soft his lips actually are, how they feel pressed against hers, while another, rougher, pair travels down her neck…

“Good morning,” he responds, as if testing the words, or saying them for the first time.

“Mmm, good morning!” Jiraiya cuts in happily, “Kami, this is damn cozy. Who knew you would be so cuddly, Oro?”

Orochimaru goes very still, and for a moment none of them move, talk, or breathe. It is utterly quiet, and Tsunade can feel her own heartbeat thumping in her ears.

“Are we really going to act like we aren’t all enjoying this?” Tsunade blurts out. “We can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen.”

“Pretending what didn’t happen?” Jiraiya asks blithely.

“Stop that. You know exactly what I am talking about. Or did your booty call that night manage to make you forget?” Tsunade sits up in a huff, and the men shift away from each other, following suit.

“No, she left after you did.”

“Ha, so you do remember! Why lie about it? I mean, seriously guys, was it really so bad?” Tsunade is turning several shades of red at this point, and chewing at her bottom lip nervously. Orochimaru’s eyes dart between each of his teammates, and he grits his teeth, reluctant to answer.

“Not at all. In fact, it was amazing. I would have gladly had my wicked way with you both had we not been interrupted.” Jiraiya’s low voice ends on a seductive purr, and he smiles, but this smile is anything but innocent. It is sultry and a tad bit dangerous, the smile of a man who knows exactly what he wants, and that he is about to ensure that he gets it.

“Now what makes you so certain that that would be the way of it?” Orochimaru finally snaps.

“Because, beneath your prickly facade, dear Oro, is a grumpy, attention-starved pussycat who just needs to be stroked the right way. You know I could have you purring in no time.” Jiraiya leers close to Orochimaru, who visibly gulps, taking a halting breath.

Jiraiya’s dark eyes shift to Tsunade, and he reaches out a hand to smooth loose strands of her hair back away from her face.

“There is nothing better than the way the two of you feel in my arms and beside me. Why wouldn’t I want to take the ultimate plunge - heh - and see where it leads us? You are both just so damn stubborn, I didn’t want to be the one to push if you did actually regret it.”

“I…didn’t-don’t regret it. I just don’t want our team dynamic to change,” Tsunade says meekly.

“Nor do I. It seems too much like playing with fire,” Orochimaru whispers, staring at his hands.

“Well, truth is, out of this whole world, you’re both my most important people. I can’t believe I am actually saying this, but I’d rather just stay your teammate, beside you, protecting you, watching your backs, than have something like sex cause a rift between us. We–”

His words are cut off quickly as Tsunade hastily leans forward across Orochimaru’s lap, and crashes her lips against Jiraiya’s. His lips are dry and hot against hers, and it is a graceless, fumbling sort of kiss, but by the time they break apart, they are both flushed and panting hard. They draw back to see their other teammate staring at them, visibly shaken, and practically vibrating with want, but as usual he is too obstinate to admit it.

“I want this. I want us. And I really don’t think we should deny what feels natural. What do you think, Oro?” she asks, meeting his wide, golden eyes. “I mean, I have thought about this for a while now, and that night… everything felt so right. Seems wrong to let that be the end of it. Could we maybe just see where it leads?”

“Only if you’re both sure it’s what you really want,” he says quietly, looking at them both in turn, quickly realizing that Jiraiya and Tsunade are each grinning from ear to ear. His heart gives a violent little flip within his chest, and he feels his lips quirk into an answering smile in spite of his attempts to remain neutral.

Tsunade immediately laces her fingers through his silky black hair, intentionally tickling against his scalp, and as he gasps, she seals her mouth to his, kissing him hungrily. When the tip of her tongue presses past his lips, it is as though a dam breaks within him, and Orochimaru is flooded with the same relentless craving that was set free before that last time they were together like this, albeit with the help of a great deal of alcohol. His arms close tightly around her soft, yielding form, but it isn’t enough. He wants Jiraiya too, and grabs at the other man’s shirt, pulling him closer, and kissing him hard. Before long, all three are trading feverish kisses, and touching as much of each other as they dare.

They are above all things, a team, and they have always worked together as a perfect unit; the exhilarating task of loving one another is no different. In quick succession, each one of them is subject to the unrestrained affections and curiosities of the other two. Laughter and delighted sighs fill the air between them as hands wander in eager discovery, and pajamas are tugged away, traded for the joy of actually embracing skin to skin. Fingers, lips and tongues map the secret places of each others’ bodies, until pleasure zings through each of them, building until every action between them becomes more and more desperate.

None of the trio are virgins, but there is something about this encounter that feels like they are experiencing everything for the first time, as though their other partners were but a pale imitation of what lovers could truly be. Every sensation is sharply vivid and intense, and when their bodies are truly joined in a rush of slick, tight heat and hardened flesh, they rapidly find themselves careening toward the apex of pleasure and falling headlong over the edge, one after another.

The three teammates return to themselves in an exhausted pile of entwined limbs, sweat-drenched skin, and tangled hair. Gentler kisses are exchanged as they disengage from one another and rest more comfortably, with the covers drawn up over their naked flesh once more. Tsunade feels completely and utterly relaxed, tucked snugly between both men, her men now. It is warm and comfortable in this space, with Jiraiya spooned up against her back, and her head resting against Orochimaru’s chest, listening to him breathe. Sleep comes easily, and they all rest peacefully for another hour, until the alarm clock that they had set the night before goes off with a shrill ring.

Their mission is a swiftly accomplished success, and in many ways they seem more unified, as though they are more in sync with one another than they have ever been. Perhaps it’s because the awkwardness surrounding their mutual attraction to one another is now gone and they are all more focused on their responsibilities than they were before. Whatever the case may be, the success of their mission has dashed away their lingering doubts, and all three are in favor of exploring a future together as more than just friends or teammates.

The journey back home to Konoha is almost too easy, and since even at their worst they travel far faster than other teams, the few mischievous detours they take into the woods together do little to prevent them from arriving on time. At home, they make no attempt to hide their newfound relationship from anyone, as they remain an effective team. When they move in together a month later, no one is surprised.

In the end, everything may be different between them, but nothing has actually changed. The love that they each already bore for one another is just freely and openly expressed, and it brings a sense of joy and purpose to their lives that wasn’t there before.

It also gives Jiraiya plenty of inspiration for his novels.

#sannin #jiraorotsu #my fanfics #naruto fanfiction #lemony lemonade

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lalka-laski · 4 years

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what is a food that you’d hate to be allergic to?: Cheese. Not sure if cheese allergy is an actual thing or if it’s just an intolerance but you feel me.

what color was the last towel you used?: Pink, of course.

would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you? Glenn is the same height as me

when was the last time your nose bled? Uh now that I think of it, I don’t think it ever has

how old are you turning this year?: 28 in about a month. Yikes!

what is your favorite thing to snack on while watching a movie?: Popcorn is my favorite snack in general. Whether I’m watching a movie or not. Gah, now I want some...

swimming pool or hot tub?: I don’t mind hot tubs but I definitely prefer a pool. There’s just more to do!

can you swim well? Not really. I mean, I can stay afloat and keep myself alive but that’s about it.

what body part do you wash first in the shower?: My face, if I wore makeup that day. Otherwise, my hair.

who would you allow to read your thoughts for one day? Not a single person.

name your last reason for using a camera? I made homemade hummus & wanted to document it! (Spoiler: it did not taste good). what kind of first impression do you think you make? I think generally people find me to be friendly & warm. I’m approachable, that’s for sure.

where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed? My couch

what are you excited about? I’m excited for this shift to be over. 2 more hours of hell....

seven days from now, will you be in a relationship? Yep when was the last time you laughed really hard & why? Honestly I can’t remember. I had a rough couple of days.

what are you wearing? A black sweater & black jeggings, both of which are too loose on me now. Score!

what do you want? My anxiety to be cured. Ha, wishful thinking!

did you enjoy your weekend? Today’s Friday and I’m honestly not sure what this weekend will look like.

do you regret anything you’ve done recently? Oh God yes yes yes.

is there anybody you wish you could see? Glenn. 2 more hours till I can hold him. I really need it today.

have you ever kissed anyone with a name that starts with j or m? Mhm

how many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? A few

do you think you’ll be married in 10 years? Yep I sure do!

have you ever been given roses? Come to think of it, I don’t think so. Glenn always gets me Chrysanthemums, which are my favorite.

do you even like getting flowers? I love them! Especially when it’s out of the blue and not for a specific occasion.

what’s your favorite flowers? Chrysanthemums!

could you go out in public looking like you do now? I am in public so, there ya go!

who’s the first person you texted today? Ryan

would you move to another state to be with the person you loved? Luckily Glenn & I have both agreed that we will never move out of state. We want to stay near our families.

how’s the weather today? It’s pretty muggy. I’m in a nice air conditioned building though, so I’m fine.

what color are your eyes? Greenish

do you like poptarts? I love them! That reminds me, I have a box in my pantry. I’m gonna tear into that when I get home.

where will you be 12 hours from now? Home & hopefully asleep

is it easy for others to make you feel intimidated? Oh, extremely. I have pretty low self-esteem so I assume everyone is better than me and knows it.

do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow? In the morning I’ll wear work clothes & then I have no idea what I’ll throw on when I get home

are you on a desktop or laptop? Desktop

does anyone hate you for no reason? Maybe? I mean, I hope not but I have no clue.

what are you planning to do today? When I get home I’m gonna eat and sleep. Yeah, that about sums it up.

play an instrument? Nope but I wish. would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Right now, yeah. I fucked up yesterday and I’d like to take it back.

have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with an r? Mhm

have you ever passed out? Yeah...

are you easily confused? Oh yeah. I’m constantly confused. I don’t understand shit.

do you think you would make a good wife/husband? I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. I do think I’m a good partner because I pour my love into people. My issue is that I don’t love myself as deeply as I love Glenn. My self-destruction hurts HIM and I don’t realize that enough.

what’s your favorite kind of ice cream? Creme Brulee. But really, there’s hardly any ice cream flavor I WON’T eat

do you like coffee? I love the taste but I can only drink decaf. Thanks, anxiety!

do you like summer? I love a lot of summer activities (swimming, going to the beach, attending outdoor concerts/festivals), I just can’t stand the heat.

where were you at 8am this morning? Here at work

do you fall for people easily? Sort of.

everything happens for a reason? I try to maintain that attitude but the truth is that there are some really cruel injustices in life.

have you ever dated someone more than once? Yeah. What a mistake that was!

who have you texted in the last 24 hours? Several friends, plus my sister & mom.

what color nail polish is on your toes? Pink, obviously.

do you find members of the preferred sex confusing? I do. None more confusing than myself though.

what are you listening to right now? I have a desk fan blowing on me, so that.

how has the week been? Not good.

what are your biggest turn offs? Ignorance or bigotry of any kind.

favorite shirt to wear? This tee shirt of Glenn’s that I love to sleep in

favorite drink? Lemonade

last person to say ‘i love you’ to you? Glenn

would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I will in about an hour! (This survey is taking me a lot longer than expected, for anyone following along...)

what’s your favorite color gummy bear? Clear are the best. Hands down.

what is the nicest part of the opposite sex’s body? Arms, hands, tummy.

have you ever run into a dishwasher? LOL WHAT

ever had a song sung about/for you? Mhm :)

is there a baby in the room with you right now? There is not. But I work at a fertility clinic & there were several pregnant women in here today so technically there were some babies around? Ha

where do you sing the most, in the car, the shower or other? Just in general, everywhere.

what is your favorite thing that is green? Guacamole

what did your last text message say? It’s too long & personal to type

what is the way to your heart? Understanding my anxiety, calming me and making me feel safe

what do you smell like? All I can smell is the dryer sheet scent lingering on my shirt

what’s in your pocket? I have a St. Dymphna token in my back pocket right now. I carry it around on my super anxious days.

anything in your mouth? Nada

ever hurt yourself playing wii? Ha, surprisingly no. Although it’s not out of the realm of possibility

do you have freckles? Mhm! what’s the last movie you saw in the theater? Toy Story 4, last summer. Woah, it’s been a whole year since I’ve been to a movie theater.

ever jumped/fallen/been pushed in a pool with your clothes on? I’ve jumped in, yes.

are you wearing any clothes that you wore yesterday? Mmm nope.

name a song that you know all the words to: Tons of songs.

what’s the last thing you watched on tv? Scrubs

what can you hear right now? The whirring of my fan

did you feel better or worse or the same yesterday? It’s hard to say. I’ve felt really shitty about my actions yesterday and today

are you close to your siblings? Freakishly close, yeah. My sister is actually stopping by briefly after work today.

do you bite your nails? I have been lately since I don’t have acrylics anymore. God, I can’t wait to get back to the nail salon.

do you like your feet? I don’t dislike them but they’re not like, my favorite.

do you sleep well at night? Sleep isn’t much of a problem for me. Oversleeping is my issue

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