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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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ari if u don’t write sae i’ll actually go crazy/lh

ordinary business | i. sae

✮ tags ; alcohol, gn!reader, reader has an accent that progressively worsens as the night goes on, setting is in japan, reader is sae's manager, sae is an acts of service kind of guy, they eat ramen tgt

✮ wc ; 1.2k

✮ a /n ; stop. i dont want this man.

"Ramen," You moan, face flush and nearly stumbling over yourself clumsily "Oh my god, I want ramen. And I wan' a popsicle. Fuck it's so cold."

Sae puts an arm out to keep you from stumbling, but you regain your strength before you notice. He sighs, as you confidently march down the sidewalks and turn into the nearest 7/11.

He hasn't seen you like this in the three years he's been under your management. You're a professional, and you always hold your drinks well. Tonight was one of his mandatory public events he needed to keep sponsorship, and you went as his plus one. He's back in Japan only for this, and he'll leave the day after tomorrow.

You were well-behaved for the entire night, but the minute you got in the limousine - your words were slurring asking the driver to take you to the closest bar so you could party.

Sae doesn't usually worry and fuss over people like this, except for Rin on the occasion. It's just that it's you, and he's never really seen you in this state. He's never going to claim being a good guy, but even he has enough of a conscious to do this. To stop you? No. But to make sure you don't get into anything you'd regret.

So, he's following you. He's still in his suit but he has his security nearby just in case and to make sure there's no paparazzi.

It's also a little funny seeing you drunk. There's an apathetic college student at the counter who doesn't even look up when you walk in. You don't seem to care though, rifling through the snack isles with a hazy look on your face and no awareness of your surroundings. Every few minutes you hiccup, remembering he's here.

"Do you want anythin'?" You say, only vaguely aware of what's going on. He stares at you.

"Can't."

"Fooey," You say, and Sae has to keep himself from laughing "Jus' a lil. I won't tell anyone. Scouts honor."

"Why do you want me to have some in the first place?"

"It's fun to share," You say, giving him a heart with both of your hands, ramen tucked under your arm "Don't wanna eat alone. Please."

"I've never seen you this drunk before."

"Don't usually drink a lot," You say, going to back to stare at snacks with a thoughtful look on your face "But. Ugh. Y'know?"

"Ugh?"

You nod emphatically.

"So super ugh. Anyway. Have ramen with me? It can be healthy if we get you an egg, I think."

"I'm not eating the pre-made eggs. But fine,"

"Yaayy. Thank you."

"And I'm paying for it." He says, not turning around to let you protest. You whine a little behind him, a quiet and thoughtful nooo that he has another good laugh at. He'd be amiss to let you pay, especially since he makes much more than you.

That and the fact he's trying to confess his feelings. It doesn't seem very romantic to do otherwise.

It doesn't take any effort to grab up the stuff you've secured in your arms. The cashier rings it out quietly, not paying much attention at all. He only makes an impressed face when Sae pulls out his black card.

When the ramen is finally paid for, he takes his out of the bag and hands it to you. And you scurry over to the hot-water station and microwave, where he follows suit. He looks away for one minute, and hears you yell. You've burned yourself slightly on the electric kettle.

He sighs, stepping in. He flicks your forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

"Oi. Go sit before you do something stupid."

You fumble, protesting for a minute about the fact you can do it but again - it doesn't take much effort to redirect you to your set. You rest your feet on the place for them on your stool, swishing back and forth. Sae reads the instructions, making each ramen and returning. He grabs your ice cream from the bag and places it in the nearby cooler so it doesn't melt.

He watches you stare at your ramen while it cooks, a pair of wooden chopsticks sitting ontop. He just barely stops himself from teasing you about being impatient. You place your elbows on the table in front, drowsy and huffing - glancing over at him until he tells you it's been enough time.

"Should be done. Don't burn your tongue."

"Woo!" You cheer, tearing off the top part off, chopsticks in hand. You look pleased as you eat, not hesitating to shovel as much as you can into your mouth.

Sae eats too, though probably a little less enthused. The ramen is good. It's not easy to find good instant stuff like this abroad and he hasn't had it in a long time.

"Oh, I feel better. Eating... it fixes everything,"

"What exactly were you feeling bad about?" He asks between bites. You open the soda you bought and drink it down, before wiping your mouth.

"Ma wants me to get married soon," You say, with all the annoyance. He stops chewing "Which is sooo stupid. Says she ain't getting any younger so I should start looking. Keeps setting me up on blind dates."

"...You don't want to get married?"

You sigh.

"Mm, no. 's not like that. Just that," You put your chopsticks down, elbows on the table - chin resting on your palms "Want it to happen a more naturally. You're gonna make funna me if I keep talkin"

"I won't this time."

You snort with laughter, before glancing over at him.

"If ya say so," You turn yourself slightly, looking around before giggling "I want it to be love. Stupid right? Least for me."

"Why would that be stupid? Isn't that pretty common?"

"Hn. Yeah, maybe. But I dunno. Who's out there to fall for me naturally, y'know. I don't wanna force it is all. Just want it happen without me havin' ta chase it," You say, thoughtfully, leaning back but not falling "I work hard for everythin'. Just one time, I thought - I wish it'd fall into my lap."

For a minute he sees your usual self. For a minute, Sae is shocked by the feelings he's experiencing. He's always known it. Felt it, lingering in the back of his mind. He knew it intrinsically like some kind of base instinct.

But hearing you talk, the usual smile and level eyes about something so important makes him really feel every extent. For a minute Sae thinks, he probably doesn't just like you.

It'd be nice, yknow. To see the look on your face when it does really just fall into your lap.

"Yeah, you're right. That's pretty stupid."

"Hey, c'mon. You just said—"

"Not wanting to work for it when you're married to your job is fair."

"Are you tryin' to console me? That's not—"

"So," He says, pausing to glance at you "Tell your mom you're seeing someone."

"I don't wanna lie to my Ma."

"It's not a lie." He says, straight-faced and finishing the last of his ramen before turning to you "Go out with me."

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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：💦 ♡ . ⁺ ᘏ : we're just friends

➥ pairings: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

➥ genre: non-idol!au | smut | MDNI

➥ synopsis: Changbin confesses something to you - so, you want a taste of him.

➥ words: 3.8k

➥ m.list – ➥ cock warming m.list – ➥ you can also read it on my ao3

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

"Are you ready to leave?" Changbin asks whilst swinging his exercise duffle bag over his shoulder. You nod, grabbing your own bag and water bottle.

"Ready! Please don't kill my legs today Binnie. I would like to be able to walk for at least 5 minutes." Changbin laughs softly before ruffling your hair to which you pouted at whilst shooing his hand away.

"Binnie! I only just managed to get my hair reasonably neat. Now I have to redo it."

"Why? Your hair is going to get messy anyways whilst we are there." He states whilst putting on a black cap that concealed his curls.

"True, but still." You pout, walking out of his apartment.

"Why do you want to look so good anyways? It's the gym. No one cares what you look like. People are too consumed with their routines." Changbin follows after you, closing the door behind and locking it. He places his house keys into his bag before pulling out his car keys.

"I know but you never know when someone attractive will walk in." You wiggle your brows playful. Changbin rolls his eyes playful, sighing.

"You're there to work out, not to chat up a stranger."

"Oh please, Binnie. Like you haven't done that before." You scoff, following him to his car.

"I have no idea what you mean, doll."

"Don't think I don't see you Binnie. I see you checking out some of the females there. Your eyes practically pop out off their sockets."

"I'm just admiring their techniques, that's all." Changbin said with a shrug to which you rolled your eyes at.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you say, Binnie. When was the last time you got laid?" You playfully asked before getting into the passenger's side of his car. Changbin threw his bag in the back seat before getting into the driver's side.

"Why do you ask? Wanna taste?" Changbin smirks, looking at you. You blush a deep shade of red, his response catching you off guard.

"N-no! it's just, you act so desperately. You need to get your cock sucked Binnie. It's been way too long."

"Don't worry doll. You'll be the first person I'll be contacting when I want my cock sucked." You scoff, slapping his biceps. Changbin laughs before driving to the gym.

"Asshole." You mutter.

During your work out session, you couldn't stop thinking about Changbin's response earlier. You knew he was just teasing you, this is just something that happens between you both all the time.

You never thought much of it or what he says in general, for that matter. He would always flirt with you, be a little suggestive and playful. He's your closest best friend so you thought nothing of it, just two friends of the opposite sex flirting. Surely nothing was going to happen, right?

That's what you naively thought, until that fateful day that practically turned your life upside down. You stayed over at Changbin's place, it was Halloween and seeing as your little friend circle was not doing anything – because of real life – you two decided to take it upon yourselves and binge watch scary movies.

It was Changbin's idea. Why? You have no idea considering he's a big scaredy cat when it comes to horror films. He would jump at nothing, which ultimately made you jump. You'd whine, laugh, tease him. He'd cling to your arm like a baby koala, tears prickling his lower lash line. "this shit wasn't even scary." he'd sniff once the movie ended.

After the fourth movie, you both decided to call it a night. You slept in the spare bedroom. You always kept spare clothing and toiletries over for when you slept over, it was just natural. No big deal.

You awoke after Changbin the next morning, hearing the shower running when you approached the bathroom door. Deciding on having breakfast and trying to somewhat wake up, you made toast and OJ, sitting on the sofa whilst watching morning TV.

You knew Changbin worked out. You could feel his pecs and biceps every time you hugged one another. You find him very attractive but that was it, that's all you ever thought. Until he came out off the bathroom, towel around his waist with a toothbrush in hand, moving it up and down as the bristles cleaned his teeth.

His body was still wet, the ends of his curls dripping with water. You felt heat radiating to your cheeks, struggling to look away. You didn't want to think dirty of him but you couldn't help it – he looked too delicious.

Since then, you haven't been the same. What used to be innocent, flirty banter was not anymore, well, to you at least. It always managed to make you blush and feel some sort of desire. It made you crave what you couldn't have.

"Hey doll. You almost finished your reps?" Changbin's voice bringing you out of your train of thoughts. You had been mindlessly repping your bi-curls whilst staring at your reflection. You look up at Changbin, biting your bottom lip softly as you place your dumbbells down. He wipes away his sweat from his forehead with a cloth, his biceps contracting as his arm bent.

For some reason, he decided to go against his usual attire of black t-shirt and shorts and opted to wear a vest instead. His veins protruding up his arm, muscles and broad shoulders on full display for all to see. The vest wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either meaning you could see how defined his pecs are.

"U-Uh yeah. I finished them just now." You smile, grabbing your water and downing it to moisten your dry throat.

"Great! Then, let's do some barbell squats! Let's work on that ass." Changbin winks. You roll your eyes, putting away your dumbbells before following him.

"Please. My ass is fine."

Changbin hums, looking behind you and at your ass. He raises a brow as he checks it out, making you blush and slap his bicep.

"Oi! Eyes to yourself, Mr."

"I was just looking, besides, you're right. Your ass does look fine." Changbin wiggles his brows, suggestively and playfully.

"You're such a flirt, it's unreal! Please go get laid so I don't have to listen to any more of your cheesy flirting." You whine, kicking your head back.

"You love it doll. You even respond back so it can't be that bad." He spoke, setting up the barbell with the weights you use.

"Mhm. You're right, it's not terrible. But still, go get your dick sucked or something. I'm surprised you haven't busted a nut yet." You smirk, positioning yourself with the barbell resting on your back, just below your shoulder blades.

"Believe me doll, with you around, I have." You blink a few times, gripping onto the bar.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You lifted the bar off its support rack, taking a few steps back and parting your legs to squat, Changbin stood behind you in case you need that extra push.

"Mhm, let's just say after we work out, I go home and do a little bit more."

"Elaborate." You squat down, holding for a few seconds before pushing up again, counting in your head. Changbin mimicked your movements, arms extended out to your sides to support you in case you needed it.

"What I mean is, I go home and jerk off in the shower because of you." Your heart rate sped up, thumping hard against your chest. You stumble, almost losing your grip on the bar. Changbin was quick to catch it, helping you rest it against the support frame.

"B-because of me?" You whispered, looking up at him. A smirk plastered on his lips as he bent down to your height, lips inches away from yours. You swallow thickly, feeling dizzy. He moves from your lips to your ear, ghosting them across the shell.

"Because of you. Standing behind you whilst you do all these moves, gets to me y'know. Plus, your ass is always inches away from my crotch and that doesn't help me either."

"B-Binnie–" Your words are shaky. You could no longer hide the desire that has built up for him over time – not after he has just confessed to masturbating to you.

"Sorry doll. Was that too much?" Changbin pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks to the side sheepishly. You grab his vest, a pink tint on cheeks.

"Binnie. I want a taste."

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"Doll, are you sure?" Changbin mumbles against your lips. His back pressed against the cubicle door of the gym toilets, your body's pressed flush against each other. Changbin held your hips as your hands were traveling up and down his pecs and abs.

"I've never been so sure in my life, Binnie." Changbin groans, deepening the kiss. His tongue sliding into your mouth. You whimper softly, clinging onto his vest as your tongues meet for a battle of dominance. Changbin's hands glide down your hips to your ass, gripping and massaging it through your workout leggings.

You lost the battle which allows Changbin to freely explore the inside of your mouth. He left no space untouched as he pulled you closer to his body by your ass. The lack of oxygen plus the growing desire makes you feel dizzy. You can't believe you're making out with your best friend and it feels – natural.

"Binnie…" You shakily whisper when you finally parted for air.

"Why does this feel so good and so natural." He mumbles before kissing your lips again, this time, in a much more passionate, yet sloppy and needy kiss. Lust pooling in the pit of your stomach, clit throbbing. You could feel your slick coating the material of your cotton panties, sticking to your lips.

Changbin moves away from your lips, ghosting them down your neck. You whimper softly, tilting your head to the side to allow him more room for him to lick and nip at your skin. The salty taste from your sweat coats his taste buds to which he hums at. His teeth sinking into your skin, not too harsh but not too soft either, just enough to leave a mark.

He starts to suck the skin, decorating your neck with purple bruises. His hands moving from your ass to your breast, cupping and squeezing them. You moan softly as you slid your hands down his body to cup his clothed boner.

You ghost your fingers up and down his length, getting a layout of his size and girth. You hum softly, many thoughts running through your mind. He felt average in size but what he lacks in size, he has in girth. He felt thick, thick to the point where you thought for a second whether he would fit.

"Binnie. Are we going to, y'know..?" You trail off, blushing softly as Changbin looks at you. He strokes your pink cheeks softly, his gaze soft.

"Only if you want to doll. I won't force you. we can happily stop here and things will be okay between us."

"No! I want this." You spoke eagerly. Changbin smirks at your eagerness, leaning in and sucking your earlobe softly.

"Then, you know what to do, doll."

You hum, slowly crouching down until you are eye level with Changbin's boner. You maintain eye contact with him as you palm him slowly. His head tilts to the side as he lets out soft grunts.

Grabbing the waistband of his workout shorts and underwear, you slowly pull them down his thighs. Your eyes widen a little as his cock sprung free – you were correct, he is thick.

You eye his length up and down slowly, taking in every detail. From his neatly trimmed hair to the veins protruding along the sides, you didn't think a cock could look so pretty yet here you are, face to face with one.

"Are you just going to stare or–?" Changbin laughs softly as you blush, looking up at him.

"No, it's just… It looks so pretty." Changbin blushes softly, clearing his throat to show he didn't feel embarrassed

"U-Uh, thanks doll." You hum as a response, wrapping your fingers around the base. Your fingers could barely wrap all the way around and Changbin noticed this. You look so small and it made him excited – giddy. His cock twitching in your hand, making you giggle softly.

"Cute." You whisper before licking your lips. You gather up some of your saliva, letting it pool on your tongue before sticking it out and spitting on Changbin's tip. He softly groans, watching your saliva drop and pool on his tip.

You press the palm of your hand against his tip, rubbing it softly to spread your saliva before wrapping your fingers around him again, tugging at his length at a slow and steady pace.

"Mhm.. That feels good doll." Changbin softly moans.

"Yeah?" You grin, feeling a little more confident. Changbin nods slowly, his tongue darting out to moisten his dry lips. You rotate your wrists with each tug, Changbin's moans increasing in decibels. You stuck your tongue out, pressing it flat against his tip. His salty pre-cum coats your taste buds as you kitten lick.

"A-Ah, shit." Changbin pants softly. You wrap your lips around him, sucking and swirling your tongue around his tip. Feeling a little more confident, you stop stroking him as you flatten your tongue.

You close your eyes slowly, pushing more of his length inside your mouth. The corners of your mouth stretched, your tongue caressing the underside of his length. Changbin let out laboured breaths as he watches his cock disappearing slowly. You manage to take a little over half of his length before bobbing your head.

You wrap your tongue around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck. Changbin reaches down to hold your head gently, feeling himself getting immersed in the feeling of your warm mouth. Excess saliva started to pool in your mouth, spilling from the corners and down your chin slowly. With your free hand, you cup his balls, caressing and massaging them softly.

You pull away slowly, panting and swallowing your saliva whilst lazily tugging his length. Changbin could feel himself slowly losing his composure, the air between you both was thick with lust and need that had been building up overtime.

"C'mere doll." You giggle softly, standing up straight. "Let me take care of you."

He grabs the waistband of your leggings, looking at you for permission to which you grant with a single nod. He pulls down your leggings to your calves, cupping your clothed pussy.

Your hips bucked in his hands, his nimble fingers stroking up and down your slit through the cotton. You swallow thickly, holding onto his biceps for stability. You part your legs as wide as you could. Changbin hummed as he felt the growing wet patch.

"Did it feel good to suck my dick, doll?" He coos. You blush, nodding slowly. He pulls down your panties slowly letting them meet with your leggings. You shiver as the cold air hits your skin, your essence coating your lips.

Changbin slowly glides two fingers up and down your slit, spreading your lips and juices. With your essence coating his fingers, he gently presses the pad of his fingers against your clit, stroking slow circles using your slick as lubricant.

You softly pant, pleasure coursing through your veins, making you feel weak and dizzy. Changbin kisses your lips softly, his skilful fingers working magic on your clit.

"B-Binnie." You splutter through laboured pants.

"Good?"

"S-So good." You bury your face into the crook of his neck, his free hand holding your waist gently to stabilize you. The finger he was using to rub your clit, travels down to your entrance. He slowly circles around it before inserting his finger inside. You groan at the feeling, your walls welcoming him.

He pushes his fingers in, stopping at the first knuckle. He curls it against your walls as he thrusted at a steady pace. You moan against his skin, biting it gently, unsure of what to do with yourself – it just felt too good!

Once confident enough that you were getting accustomed, Changbin adds in a second. He scissored you out, stretching and widening you for something much thicker. He pushes his fingers all the way inside, making sure to curl them against your warm and soft walls. His fingers brushing against your sweet spot, making you moan loudly.

"Shh, doll. Remember where we are." He laughed. You blush a deep red, suddenly remember that you are still in a public restroom and that anyone could walk in at any given moment.

"Sorry. It just feels too good."

"Think you're ready for something bigger and thicker doll?" You look up at him with your glossy, doll eyes. You hum, nodding slowly before pressing your lips against his.

"I'm ready." Changbin nods, pulling his fingers out of you.

"Then, let's switch places. Hands on the door, hips out." He instructs. You both shifted around each other awkwardly, laughing as you got into your positions.

"It's so small." Changbin chuckles, positioning himself behind you.

"Yeah, well, cubicles are not made for two people to have sex in, Binnie." You laugh.

"Fair point." He grabs the base of his cock, tugging it a few times before realizing. "Wait. I don't have anything.."

"Oh! it's ok. You can go in raw."

"U-Uh really?"

"I'm on birth control." You whisper, feeling shy over something that's natural to be on. Maybe it was because you're stating it to your best friend, the man centre of your many desires. You've dreamt of this for so long, wondering how he would fuck you and now, it was finally going to come true.

"O-Oh." Changbin splutters, feeling flustered.

"Just, hurry Binnie. I've wanted you for so long." You mewled, swaying your hips side to side. Changbin groans softly, gliding his tip up and down your slit before circling it around your entrance. Pre-cum and slick mixing together.

Changbin slowly pushes himself inside you, his thick cock stretching you making you whimper at the stinging sensation. He strokes your ass softly, pushing slowly to not hurt you. When half of his length was inside, he stayed still as to let you get used to his size – although keeping still became harder and harder the longer time went on.

Your warmth and wetness. How soft and squishy your walls felt. How your cunt welcomed him – it was too much for him. He had to squeeze your ass to stop himself from moving his hips involuntarily. You groan at the feeling of feeling full, your pussy feeling stretched out.

You push your hips back slowly, ultimately fucking Changbin. His eyes widen as he watched you. He leant back a little, placing a hand on your ass as he spread it. He watches his cock disappearing into your tight hole, soft moans falling past your lips.

"Damn y/n. you fuck cock really good." Changbin groans. His compliment only made you shiver and feel some sort of accomplishment. It made you feel good knowing that you were able to make him feel just as good as you were.

Changbin held onto your hips to stop your movements, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

"That was cute and all, but let me take over." He purred. A tingle ran down your spine as you mewl, slowly closing your eyes. Standing straight, Changbin started off with languid thrusts, slowly and deep. His cock stroking your walls deliciously.

He wants to take his time with you, milk out every cry and moan you have to offer. Just like you, he too, has also been dreaming of this for so long. You're both a match made in heaven. He hasn't met someone like you before, someone who is so kind and considerate and is able to take his flirtatious manor as well as reciprocate it, plus, you're the most gorgeous person he has ever laid eyes one

It's only natural for him to want you. That's probably why it feels so natural to you both. You thought it would be awkward, shy, however, once Changbin dragged you inside the cubicles, your lips were instantly on each other, the willpower snapping for you both.

"Binnie… more!" You shakily moan out. A grunt from behind was heard as Changbin picks up the pace. His hips slapping against yours, your ass cheeks rippling with each snap of his hips. Changbin couldn't pull his gaze away from the way your ass ripples with each snap. He couldn't help himself but to circle your rim with his thumb before slowly pushing it in.

You groan at the new found feeling, feeling even fuller from Changbin's actions. You felt your essence spilling down Changbin's cock, his groans and grunts increasing in decibels.

"C-Chang.. Binnie." You cry out, his tip constantly rubbing against your g-spot. "P-Please don't s-stop!!"

"Don't worry doll, I don't plan on it. I've wanted this – want you for so long, why would I stop now?" Changbin spoke in-between his laboured breathing.

"M-Me too… fuck! Good, so fucking good!" Your lewd cries mixed in with the wet sounds and skin slapping, echoed in the public bathroom, making them sound even more lewd than what they should be.

Changbin's movements came to a standstill, your eyes widening in horror as you hear someone walk into the cubicle next to you. You swallow hard, looking over your shoulder at a flustered looking Changbin, who was struggling to steady his breathing.

His cock was still deep inside you, tip nudging against your g-spot. Your heart thumping hard against your chest as your walls involuntarily contacted around Changbin's length, keeping him still and close. He had to put a hand over his mouth to muffle his moan, his eyes pleading and brows furrowed together as he struggled to keep it together. Beads of sweat ran down his temples falling from his sharp chin.

"Doll, I can't." He softly whimpers, voice straining. He's slowly breaking. The longer he's stationary, the longer he feels your warmth and your juices dripping down his cock – the more he breaks.

"Y-You have to!" Your hands balled up into fists against the cubicle door, sweat evident on your body. Your baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck.

"Doll. I'm dead serious, I'm going to break. I can't– you feel so good!"

A desperate man willing to risk it all.

"Binnie, w-wa–" Your words cut short when Changbin resumes his thrusts, this time, they are more powerful, fueled with the thought that you could possibly get caught – all the person had to do was look down and see two pairs of shoes in a compromising position.

"Changbin, w-what are– wait, P-Please!" You cry out. Changbin's hand flew over your mouth, muffling your cries and moans. You grip onto his hand, nails digging into his skin.

"I'm sorry doll. I can't help myself. You feel too good around me! So soft, so warm and so wet. The longer I stay, the more I thrust, you get wetter and wetter. I can feel your juices dripping down my cock – you feel heavenly around me, doll."

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irregularcollapse · 9 months

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Hi there! This may be a little weird, but I wanted to reach out to you for a few reasons. I’ve been writing and publishing a Captive Prince fic on AO3, called The Mercy of Wild Beasts, for the past few weeks. You probably haven’t read it, because the hit count is still pretty low.

I’ve been reading your fic for a few weeks too, and I LOVE IT. Waiting for each update is like glorious torture. Your prose is so beautiful, and I love the way you reference other works of art. Plus the story itself is amazing, obviously.

I just wanted to reach out because there is a plot point that our stories share, which is the sort of Outlander-esque marriage of convenience to avoid basically being deported situation.

I want to let you know that even though you wrote it, I came up with the idea for my story months ago, and am not trying to copy you or steal your thunder or anything like that!

I’m also not trying to like get your blessing or anything!

I’d been meaning to reach out on here to say how much I love eiat anyway, so I thought I’d also offer an explanation, which I realize might be unnecessary and even seem aggressive.

But no aggression here! I swear! I’m just a girl who likes what you write and think you’re really smart and also don’t wanna come off as completely insane, the chances of which are lowering as this ask get progressively longer. So I’m going to stop now. Have a good night!

Hellooooo fellow writer! I hope you don't mind that I'm publishing this, but I thought it would be good to acknowledge it out loud!

I totally get why you may feel the need to explain yourself, but there really isn't any need. Fanfiction is derivative and transformative by nature, and a lot of the common/well-loved scenarios have roots in romance fiction anyway. I've got no doubt that prior to me starting EIAT, there were other time slip and/or marriage of convenience fics on AO3. We writers are often drawing from the same pool of romance fiction traditions, and so there's bound to be repetition and overlap. What really makes the difference is how we interpret those traditions, and what we do with them! The individual spin and story building that a writer does is the important thing.

And that's the real beauty, isn't it? If a reader doesn't like what I'm doing with arranged marriage in EIAT, they can skip on over to your fic and maybe find something more suited to their tastes (which is, of course, we why tag things hahaha)

I think it's also worth noting that because of the nature of AO3 and the volume of works being produced in a fandom like this, it's impossible (or maybe just unlikely) for anyone to have read everything or to be aware of all of it. I'll confess that I don't even read much fic in general, and the proportion of what I read which is for CaPri is even lower.

That said, I do love an arranged marriage plot, so I'm definitely going to be checking out your story once I'm wrapped up with EIAT (only reason I'm not right now is that I try not to read fic while I'm working on fic! I try to keep my thoughts un-diluted and un-influenced by other people's work <3)

Still, thanks for reaching out! And I hope this alleviates some of the anxiety/uncertainty/strange feeling you had around what a possible reaction from me could be.

PS - sooooooo stoked that you're enjoying EIAT! And thank you so much for the lovely comments on my writing <3 <3 <3

#asks #even in another time fic #just in terms of generalised discussion though #this has raised another train of thought for me #about what constitutes 'copying' in fic #i think that the things which are our own creations should remain discrete to us #as in the details we put in our work which are what we invent #like if i saw a fic with a book called The Damianiad in it etc. etc. i'd be a bit annoyed #i think we have to be kind to our fellow fan creators and ask for permission to create works based off theirs #the intra-fandom dynamic is different to that between source material and fan #ANYWAY I DIGRESS #that wasn't what your message was about AT ALL hahahahaha

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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A lot of people say the opposite of whatever you predict is what comes true. Chances are you’re the one who’s been misinterpreting Jensen all along and people like Will are right. Is that why you deleted posts about Misha being in New Orleans because he wasn’t and you were wrong about that? Even recently he’s either been in Atlanta or LA. You just can’t tell the difference when his hair has product in it or not because the length and color haven’t changed.

I never deleted posts about Misha being in New Orleans. My post about Misha being in New Orleans during episode seven is still there, including the video of his plane landing.

Given, seven itself isn't guaranteed, as episode seven had a few extra days of filming from rotating in material to be posted into other episodes contingent on filming schedule availability of particularly busy principal actors

You can check my 1x7 tag yourself while you convince yourself it's deleted because another chronic liar like yourself told you it was.

That said, are you confusing me talking about his LA home and the timeline of his pictures not matching? Like what the fuck coke did you snort before sending this.

Is this a reading comprehension issue from you? A data point tracking issue? Or, "you're a conscious liar shitting your pants because your IQ is at LEAST double what you're presenting in my inbox right now and like, even at around 70 you should be able to figure this out."

That or whatever lying idiot you were gullible enough to believe (lemme guess, 2po's clique) that said I deleted shit when misha's plane is still in my tag. Because you guys are gullible, and listen to idiots that tell you what you want to hear, rather than the marked, tangible reality I keep giving you guys in videos and scripts.

It'd make sense it was 2po, since he's been getting busted with lie after lie after lie after lie about me lately with receipts, including people willingly searching an entire server to find what he said I said in it, only to find the only mention adjacent was me saying *the exact opposite of what he claimed*. You guys do that shit a lot. You tell yourselves someone said some shit to feel better, or deleted some shit to feel better and no, you desperate sad ass brother-fucking incestuous pieces of shit. Misha's plane is still in my tag. Cope.

You know other things you morons all gangbanged me on:

the market testing you denied, berens intent you denied, the confession being written at the start of the season I told you outright and you denied through the year, the roadhouse ending, omissions, the pilot being real

Appeal To Majority tends to be Appeal To The Largest, Loudest Group Of People With IQs Throttled To 2 Digits Or Less. That's not a fucking argument. In fact it's the argument to the opposite. Because every time you dumb motherfuckers try to gangbang me on this shit like the above list you wipe out, so maybe take a lesson from history and figure it the fuck out since you wanna tell yourself you're Sherlock.

are you talking about when i deleted one particular lamp post because I realized people were confusing lamp with lamp? The video I reposted again anyway? Is that what you're grinding your gears on hoping desperately is a sign of something?

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kazewhara · 2 years

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summer rain.

part one here.

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha, beidou, xinyan (mentioned)

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, confessions, reader's got a guilty conscience, beidou's protective over kazuha (as she should)

# — notes: here's the official apology for i like u! i'm gonna go straight to sleep after i post this, heheh. reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

wanna join the tag list?

✧ — 🍁 — ✧

so kazuha's been ignoring you.

which, okay, you admit, is probably something you deserve. you knew this whole "friends with benefits" thing was a bad idea from the get-go. you don't know why you didn't just stop after the first night. actually, no. you're lying. you know exactly why you didn't stop, and the answer is simple: it's because of kazuha.

you want to put the blame on kazuha. oh, you so badly want to drag him under the bus with you. after all, it's his fault you're like this, no? who told him to be so perfect? who told him to worm his way under your skin and straight to your heart faster than anyone ever has before? did you ask him to make you fall in love with him? no! no, you did not!

you just wanted to fall in love quietly and love him from afar, but no, kazuha wouldn't let you. he just had to be so gentle with you, didn't he? of course he had to touch you like you were the most delicate being in the world. of course he had to speak to you so tenderly; he just had to treat you like you were the most important person in his life, didn't he? this whole situation is his fault just as much as it is yours!

you prop your chin on your hand as you look out the classroom window and sigh. as badly as you want to blame him, you know you can't. this is all your fault.

it doesn't help that beidou and her cronies were making you pay for it, either. beidou's a nice person -- really, she is -- but ever since the day kazuha just up and walked out on you, she's been going out of her way to make you feel guilty for what you've done.

she chewed you out via text message (which you haven't deleted yet -- are you some kind of masochist?), berated you in person, and shoots you the nastiest glares every time she sees you. at this point, you can feel her presence before you actually see her. her gang of friends give you glares too -- and they're everywhere. there's no escaping this.

you peek down at your phone beneath your desk and skim the messages beidou sent you.

[beidou]: don't even give me that "i love him back" shit either.

[beidou]: because if you really loved kazuha, if you really, REALLY loved him, you wouldn't have suggested something like this.

[beidou]: he CRIED. over YOU. and you and i both know that kazuha NEVER fucking cries.

your eyes begin to well up with tears. you keep reading anyway.

[beidou]: kazuha's been distraught for WEEKS and you haven't made any attempt to actually fix this. i saw you reach out to him and then you just stop? what the hell?

[beidou]: look, i can't tell you to stay away from him. it's been hard enough keeping him from breaking his silence and contacting you as is. he loves you so, so goddamn much that it literally makes me sick.

[beidou]: why did you do it? what was the point in this? if you do love him back, why did you start this?

she sent you that a few days ago. you never answered. you have an answer to her question, though. why did you start sleeping with kazuha?

well, because you're an addict. that's the short and long of it, anyways. you grew so addicted to kazuha that you couldn't stop yourself from taking that final step, from crossing that line. but as soon as you did -- as soon as you pulled him into your arms after that first night, you felt a cavern open up in your stomach. you went too far.

that night, you buried your nose in kazuha's hair and cried. you hated yourself -- you still do, even now -- for being so impatient, so greedy for kazuha's affection that you would sleep with him without telling him how you felt. you thought that if you told him, he would belittle you for being so disgusting, for stooping so low just to get what you want from him.

but... he didn't. he never did. turns out, he just... loved you with all he had. and all you did was take. you took, and took, and took, and now look where that got you.

you sniff and tuck your phone away, pressing the heel of your palms against your eyes. you're in class right now -- you shouldn't be thinking about this whole ordeal right now, but you can't help it. it's right about now when you would text kazuha to hang out to help escape your problems (he's your escape, your own little hideaway), but you can't do that anymore, can you?

you hear a sharp call of your name from the front of the classroom. "are you alright?" your professor asks. "are you in pain? should i call someone?"

shit. you made it too obvious. well, you figure, you may as well use this chance to leave. you pack your stuff. "i'll be fine," you lie, "but i'll just go rest. i'm sorry for disturbing the class." you don't even wait for your professor's response -- you speed walk out of there as fast as you can with your heart resting in shattered pieces in your hands.

----

you decide that the only way to escape your problems is by partying. (you're aware that it's a bad idea, but you don't know what else to do.)

xinyan's throwing a party at her house -- it's more of an after-party since she had a performance earlier in the day. you'd go up to her and say that you loved it, but you didn't go. maybe next time. for now, you bask in the heavy bass of the music, the loud chattering of the partygoers, the smell of weed smoke and alcohol that floats in the air.

it's mind-numbing. good.

the air does get a bit stifling, so you head up the stairs and into a bedroom that you remember has a balcony. fortunately, the room is empty, as is the balcony. you head out and lean on the marble railing with a sigh. there's enough alcohol in your system to give you some peace of mind, but clearly, it's not enough. you're still thinking about it.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath. it smells like summer rain.

"come on, it's not gonna kill you!"

kazuha eyed you warily from inside the building. "i'd rather not get myself wet." he called from his spot. "can't you just come inside? why don't we watch a movie instead?"

you huffed. it was the first thunderstorm of the summer and the hiss of the rain on the pavement was too enticing for you to ignore. you ran outside your dorm in flip-flips, shorts and a t-shirt and let the cool droplets soak the stubborn heat off your skin. it smelled heavenly and it was too relaxing to enjoy alone, so you tried to get kazuha out here, but...

kazuha waved for you to come indoors. he didn't like the idea at all -- probably because of his hair. you already agreed to help him with it when you went inside later, but he still refused.

you marched over to him and put your hands on your hips. "you're being a total killjoy right now, y'know."

kazuha blinked at you. there was something shimmering in his eyes. you thought it was the reflection of the rain. "i don't mean to be," he said. "also i don't want to have to change my clothes. it's an unnecessary hassle."

"you're an unnecessary hassle." you muttered.

"you wound me, little bird." kazuha placed his hand over his heart.

he opened his mouth to say something else but you grabbed his wrist and tugged him out into the rain with you before he could. kazuha made a sharp noise of surprise and quickly dug into his pocket to toss his phone in the building. "i can't believe you." he called over the downpour.

you only grinned at him. "it isn't all that bad, c'mon. doesn't it feel nice?"

kazuha narrowed his eyes at you and pushed his now wet hair off of his forehead. it was your turn to blink at him. "i won't give you the satisfaction of saying yes."

your brain stalled for a moment, but you did your best to make it work again. "you know how... oh, oh! y'know how people dance in the rain? let's do that!"

kazuha, still unamused, raised an eyebrow at you. "to what music, exactly?"

you feel giddy. that wasn't a no! "i dunno... what was that song you were singing to yourself the other day?"

you thought you saw kazuha flinch. his cheeks started to redden -- just a little. he turned his eyes elsewhere. "that's a rather slow song," he informed. "unless you're suggesting that we--"

again, you shut kazuha up by tugging him close to you. you were pressed chest to chest like this, his hands in yours. kazuha's lips parted ever so slightly in a silent gasp. you couldn't help but look at them for a moment. "start singing, kazu', c'mon." you murmured.

kazuha was quiet for a little while, his eyes never leaving your face before he cleared his throat. "alright, then..."

and there in the rain you two swayed, with kazuha's hands firmly on your waist. you couldn't help but smile the entire time, but the lyrics made you look at him a few times. each time, kazuha looked back at you for no longer than a few seconds before he would look away, his ears growing redder by the second. it was like he was singing to you -- about you. but that couldn't have been right.

when he finished, you sighed, content. "we can go inside now," you beamed at him, "thanks for dancing with me, kazuha."

kazuha stared at you for a second before his gaze dropped to your lips. you swallowed nervously. he's never been good at hiding that. "before we go inside," he murmured, "just one more thing."

he took your face in his hands and leaned in close, close enough to brush his lips on yours. panicking, you commented, "isn't this kinda like the notebook?"

kazuha laughed, the sound light and full of amusement. he kissed you sweetly before you could say anything else, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

when you parted, he chuckled at the dazed look on your face. "just like the notebook." he said against your lips before pulling you back in for another kiss.

you giggle at the memory the scent brings you. kazuha mentioned that he didn't want to catch a cold, yet he was the first of the two of you to get sick. he forced you to take care of him out of spite, which caused you to get sick. he called it karma, but stayed by your side regardless.

as fond as your memories with kazuha may be, you feel your heart twisting and yanking in every which direction. god, you miss him. just as the tears start to flow, you hear the door to the balcony open behind you and an all-too familiar voice speak.

"is it alright if i join you?" he asks.

your back goes ramrod straight. it's kazuha. your throat closes on you suddenly, making you cough.

"oh, i'm sorry." his voice is so soft. always so soft. so gentle. "i didn't mean to startle you. i just--"

"needed to get away for a bit?" you finish his sentence. you wish you could see his face. what does he look like right now? horrified? repulsed? "yeah, me too." you sigh.

kazuha's silent. he's so quiet that, for a moment, you wonder if he just turned around and left. but he surprises you; you hear footsteps come up beside you and in your peripheral, you see kazuha lean on the rail as well. you can't bring yourself to look at him.

"how... have you been?" kazuha is the first to speak. you almost flinch at the sound of his voice. "it's been a while."

nearly a month, you almost scream. it's nearly been a fucking month. you swallow back the torrent of words that rushes to your lips. you're in no position to dump your emotions on him anymore. it's a miracle he's even here -- don't scare him off.

"i've been getting by." your reply comes out with far more ease than you were expecting. "..you?"

a stupid question, but kazuha still nods in the corner of your eye. "me too."

then, silence. a painful, suffocating silence. you still feel a dampness on your cheeks. quickly, you swipe them away with a sniff. you miss the way kazuha turns to face you.

what now? what are you supposed to say to him? why is he even still here? he should hate you, should be staying miles and miles away from you! you didn't think it possible, but your heart breaks more upon hearing that kazuha's just been "getting by". he doesn't deserve that -- he should be thriving without you. without you, he should feel so much lighter and yet, beidou's messages flash through your mind. kazuha's been miserable without you.

miserable with you, miserable without you. either way, the common denominator is you. you feel the need to hide yourself from view.

the silence stretches on and on for what feels like an eternity before you finally crumble, your remains laying at kazuha's feet. "i'm sorry." your voice is so tiny.

"what--?"

"i know sorry doesn't cut it. god, i know sorry can never fix any of the pain i caused you, but i don't know what else to say, kazuha, i--" you inhale sharply. the words keep coming and you don't know how to stop them. you lay yourself bare before him, every part of you reflecting in the moonlight. "i know that what we had was... i-it was a terrible fucking idea, i just-- i don't know how to explain it without sounding too pathetic, but--"

kazuha calls your name softly. "you're not--"

you don't let him finish. "i guess i just... i wanted you to myself." you laugh derisively at yourself. "a stupid fucking idea, i know, i know -- you're not some item and you don't belong to me, i know. i just-- i-i just..."

kazuha's hand comes to rest on your shoulder. you don't realize that you're shaking until he squeezes you. again, he tries calling your name. "listen to me, please." he pleads with you. you don't hear him and continue to chatter, but he squeezes you again, making you look at him. he looks so desperate, so pained by your words that you feel a lump form in your throat.

"kazuha, i--"

"all i ever wanted to hear," he says, the shadow of a smile ghosting over his lips, "was for you to say 'i love you' and mean it. i held out hope for the past three weeks because... well, because i know you." his hand moves from your shoulder to your hand. "i think i have the fortune of knowing you better than anyone else."

you shake your head and start to retort, but he cuts you off.

"i think you felt just as trapped by that arrangement as i did. am i wrong?" when you nod, kazuha squeezes your hand gently. he's so warm. always warm. "i figured as much."

"it's just... by the time i realized what i'd done, i knew it was too late for me to confess." you finally manage a proper sentence. "kazuha, all i ever wanted was for you to know how i felt-- it was never supposed to go on for so long, i-i never meant to hurt you like that."

"it hurt, yes." kazuha confirms. "for three years, it hurt. i thought that... i always thought that you felt the same, but deep down, i... thought that maybe you didn't; that you were using me."

you feel the blood leave your face. "i would never, kazuha, i--"

kazuha nods. "i know. pessimism aside, i... i know. i knew you wouldn't." he taps your forehead with two fingers -- a playful gesture he often does when you're being obtuse. "did you forget that i know you like the back of my hand?"

you press your lips together as you remember beidou's words. "but you cried, kazuha. i made you cry. why do you sound like you forgive me? you shouldn't forgive me so easily, not when i-- i don't deserve--"

"you do." kazuha's voice is firm and his eyes are serious. "if you didn't feel any regret, then maybe my answer would change. but you do. better yet, you love me back. don't you?"

"of course i do!"

you gasp when kazuha leans in close, his lips brushing yours. it's a feeling that's so familiar, yet so foreign to you. it sends electricity rocketing through your body from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. "then say it. indulge me, little bird. do you love me?" he whispers against your mouth.

you shiver and shut your eyes. "more than anything. god, you don't understand, i--"

kazuha presses his lips to yours quickly. "tell me. please." his words are coated with a hint of desperation.

"i love you." finally, finally those words leave your body. you pour your all into your declaration, and you hope kazuha picks up on it. "i love you so, so much kazuha. i'm so sorry."

"again," kazuha says. he kisses you slowly this time. "say it again."

you oblige him. "i love you."

another kiss, even slower. "again."

"love you, kazuha," you breathe into his mouth, "love you so much."

kazuha hums into the next kiss, the sound pleased. when he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours. "that's all i ever needed to hear, little bird."

"i'll say it as many times as i need to," you whisper. "however long it takes for you to believe me."

kazuha kisses your forehead and you can feel his smile. "i believe you just fine," he says, "though i wouldn't mind hearing it again."

you know he's joking, but you say it again, very, very seriously. "i love you so much," you whisper. you sound fragile -- raw. your emotions are so visible, thrown out everywhere for the world -- for kazuha -- to see.

he accepts every word, every syllable that comes out of your mouth. he pulls you into his arms tightly and rests his head on your shoulder. you squeeze him just as tight and take a shaky breath. he, too, smells like the summer rain.

"i love you too," he finally says into your shoulder. "more than there are stars in the sky.

there may not be any rain to wash away your worries, but kazuha's embrace cleanses them all the same. and as the party rages on in the floor below, kazuha begins to sway you two side to side, humming a quiet tune for only you to hear.

✦ i feel good ... yeah, i feel nice abt this one. couldn't not write this... though i am a lil worried that the ending is rushed 🧍🏽 i do hope you liked it all the same! time for bed, it's 1 am

#z scribbles #genshin impact x reader #genshin kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha #unsurprisingly there's kisses involved

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

Tags:

Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley19 @dianarte

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

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GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

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"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

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verobatto · 3 years

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CXXV

It was a love story from the very beginning

Loudly In Love

(14x10/14x11/14x12)

Hello my friends! After Purgatory we have a cute and dummy sweet Dean-bean in love with Castiel. As we'll see int this meta summary.

You can find the links to my metas from these episodes following this links: X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X, and X.

There's something in my throat

At the beginning of episode 15x10 we can read a shop's named BERENS' KWICK TRAP.

This takes another symbology now, with the horrible ending of the show. In which we could say Berens settle a trap to the C*W and he gave us 15x18 Castiel's love confession anyway.

Before talking about Dean's mating tap dance, let's talk about Dean vomiting again. Because it's relevant again, due to the shitty ending and how C*W silenced him.

Throughout the whole season 15, we had vomits, gagging situations. And in this episode we had two important scenes related to this symbolism:

One was Dean literally vomiting, and the second was Dean datin: "I HAVE SOMETHING IN MY THROAT"

Gif credit @agusvedder

What had Dean stuck in his throat? Maybe the ILY TOO to Castiel that never happened. But writers gave it it's relevance by writing it like this.

Maybe they were trying to day we will never have it.

They silenced him, for real.

Baby Castiel and Color Symbolism

I wrote this in one of my metas...

Baby Sam was dressed with a yellow ascot. Accurate. And Baby Castiel was dressed in blue. Accurate too.

Bess was dressed, and pay attention to this..., She was in pink (happiness) green (Dean) and light blue (purity)... She said to Dean that Cas was looking at him with love. Right? The happiness and purity in Dean was telling him Castiel looks at him with love in his eyes! Now... Dean said Cas baby kept looking at him weird. And Sam (who knows) said JUST LIKE CAS DOES.

And then Castiel's eyes glowed and Dean said... I think he has something for you to Bess (symbolically representing Dean's happiness and purity) GOSH IT WAS PERFECT!

This is something too cute, because finally, they talked about the Destiel eye-love-making and the fan-service with some SAMMY KNOWS.

Gifset credit @subbydean

Another important reference was Garth. When he went to rescue the boys, Garth was playing Castiel's mirror. And when Garth breaks that lock (Just like Castiel will do in the incoming episode) But mostly because Dean's reaction to it was priceless!

DEAN: You're so strong! He's so strong!

This is, literally, what Dean thinks about Castiel everytime he's in BAMF mode.

Numbers

Just a brief travel through the repeated numbers in the narrative in this episode (you can find the extended version of this in the links I put in the top of this meta)

Basically, we had number 7, 5, 17 and 40 repeating in the dialogues and the visual narrative. Some examples of that are the following scenes...

The Beren' kwick trap had a poster naming "7 days per week", then this one...

Dean eating 7 pieces of cheese.

Biblically talking, number 7 is the perfect number, represents God and knowledge. And it talks about Chuck then, knowing Chuck is writing this. But it also is what it means KNOWLEDGE.

Now, number 5...

Also at Garth's house, the address said 75

In numerology talks about socialize, and self-knowledge in masculinity and sexuality... Hello Dean!

But number 5 also represents in Bible the grace God concedes to David to defeat Goliath, the giant, written on the first book of SAMUEL (yes, Samuel) chapter 17.

Gif credit @agusvedder

17 means HOPES,it's what TFW keeps alive go defeat Chuck.

Now, number 40...

GARTH: Yeah, better than I ever thought I’d get. I mean, hunting – I figured I’d be dead before I’m 40. You know, go out young and pretty. But now I’ve got a great wife, great kids. I guess...sometimes things work out.

Putting to a side these had been also Dean's old thoughts... writers really got me here...

40 years old, but 40 is a common biblical number that talks about self-knowledge and growth. It talks about CHANGES. So so accurate with Dean and that caterpillar/butterfly wall in episode 15x04.

I really thought back then we will have the huge change in Dean through his love confession to Castiel. I mean, we had a change in his own way to see himself, thanks to Castiel. Let's keep that as a consolation prize.

An ABO fic plus Mating Dance

This episode had an ABO fic hudden as it also had the learning lesson about MATING FOR LIFE.

The visual narrative and the dialogues pointed at it.

Garth hugging g Dean as he said: YOU SMELL GOOD, remember Garth is a werewolf, and he was smelling Dean's pheromones because this episode happened after Purgatory, Dean is facing the knowledge about his romantic love for the angel, and it shows.

The swan's statues in one of the rooms in Garth house. Swans are birds that mate for life, and males swans can mate with another males for life. Hello Destiel. (Also, the room where these statues were placed was color BLUE)

The tap dancing and the suggestive lyrics of 'Let's Misbehave' was perfectly settled as a mating dancing I'm which Dean invited Castiel (the lamp) to Misbehave with him. Showing us that there's not just sweet and innocent love in Dean's heart but also a passionate fire and a desire to make love with him. That's what the song says, and that's why Garth mentioned colonoscopy, as a medical tool to health control, because cavities are related to Colon Cancer.

The wolf puppy is back

And following the same topic about ABO, the scene in which Jack is back with his family was similar (if not the same) as a wolf pack behavior documental.

Dean checks on Jack's eyes and immediately after that he checks on his pack mate, Castiel, to see if Jack is Jack. Beautiful

Gifset credit @thelordoftherings

Bi!Dean and Tolstoy

There's more info in my links at the top, but let's see why Dean called himself "Tolstoy" in that bar in front of that greek goddess in episode 14x11.

Okay, we had the singer from 'Let's Misbehave' (Cole Porter) a queer man, and now we have Tolstoy, a bisexual man...

DEAN: I'm Tolstoy

So much love

I will only speak about this scene:

Gif credit @agusvedder

There's more analysis about the dialogue here related to the storyline about Chuck, Jack and TFW. But because these are the Destiel Chronicles, I know I have to talk about this particularly Destiel heart eyes scene.

Because Dean is loud, his eyes and his face, he is yelling how proud he feels about Castiel, but it also, the ways his eyes just lingered to him, full of love, it's perfect, and no one can tell me these are not two men in love.

Look at how Csstiel turns his face to him, with a small smile, trying to hide his joy for being praised by the man he loves and also for share this moment with him. And the feels are of an old married couple that still love each other so much.

I just wanted to finish this meta with this "Good Omens" like scene.

To Conclude:

Dean reaffirmed he is in love with Castiel, and he wants to spend his life with him, as a couple. He loves the angel romantically, and he also desires Castiel with passion.

We also had several confirmations of Bi!Dean and some fan service with Sammy knows.

Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one.

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Vol. CXXI, CXXII, CXXIII, CXXIV.

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thedailyotaku · 4 years

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on the way home. (Azami X Kumon oneshot)

Summer is almost over and autumn will come soon. There goes the school bell, ringing that it's time to go home. I stood up and picked up my bag and head over to Azami's room to pick him up.

It's been a year since he entered my school, Tsukushi High, and we always head home together. To be honest I was happy that Azami came to my school so I can have a new friend to hang out after school. Sometimes we hang out at my favorite batting place, to the mall to check out new makeup for him and I ending up as his model to test the products. But I don't mind at all, as long he's enjoying himself.

There are times we come home late from spending too much time on our hangouts haha. I smiled as I approach Azami's room and happily greet him,

"AZAMIIII, school's out c'mon let's hang out!" I cheerfully called out as he turned to me frowning as he pick up his things.

"Alright alright no need to shout," he said and head out and I tag along.

"Azami, is there any particular place you wanna hang out today? It's gettin pretty chilly since autumn is comin' up."

"Nah I wanna head home early today, how 'bout you?" he shrugged and yawns.

"Me? Well I wanna go for a little detour but since you said you're going straight home, guess I'll go home as well."

"Well we have time thou, where is that detour you're sayin'?"

"Hehe wanna find out? Follow me." I said teasingly and dash ahead.

"Hey no fair! Get back here!" Azami yelled and dash off as well chasin' me. I laughed and ran like a mad man as I head to the place where I found a new spot for hangin' out.

It's only a few blocks away from school and no one has ever set foot on it so I wanted to show Azami this new spot to hang out. It's an empty field with a perfect spot to watch the sunset.

Finally we arrived at the empty field and I lay down on the ground, catching my breath and I saw Azami's face starin at me from above.

"You're such a dumbass, dashing off like that what if you suddenly faint from exhaustion? You know your health is not that well. You're gonna be heavy as I carry you home." He sighed and lay down as well beside me.

"Well when that happens you're still gonna carry me home right?"

"How about no?"

"EH. You're so mean Azami!" I sat up and glared at him.

"I'm kidding, you're so easy to tease haha." He laughed and sat as well. There it is again, that throbbing feeling in my chest whenever Azami smile or laughs. I wonder if I'm getting sick or something. I just laughed it off and stare at the setting sunset.

"This is a pretty cool spot to relax. When did you find this?"

"Oh. When I was runnin' late last time I passed by here and it was close to the station and no one really comes here so yeah another free space to relax and practice swings! Hehe." I laughed and Azami just looked at me, smiling.

"Well thanks for the new hang out place, maybe if we're gonna skip school let's go here since it's not that far."

"Ah! Skipping school is a no no Azami!"

"Heh, but you go along with me whenever you feel like skipping your class."

"W-Well that's only a one time event! Besides I promised Mom that I'll do well at school so I can stay at the dorms with niichan."

"Haha you really love your family Kumon, I kinda envy you." he said and stares at the sunset.

"Why though? You have Sakyo-san, the Ginsekai and Mankai as your family, also me! You're like a brother to me too, Azami." I said but I know my feelings are not merely a brotherly love. It's something else.

"Well I know that, it's just I don't know how to react back," he muttered.

"But yeah even I can't tell it in words, I can just simply show it with my actions."

"Yeah exactly! You're a good guy Azami that's why I like you so much hehe."

"Huh like?"

"Uh I mean I like you as friend! Ha ha ha..."

"You're such a weirdo sometimes Kumon, but I like that part of you. It's like your charm that people come to like you."

"Really? I'm kinda shy to hear that." I laughed and scratch my head that Azami is complimenting me.

"I'm serious, you're approachable, kind and full of energy. And I think that's really cool."

"Well you're more cooler Azami! Even though you're young, you're dependent, can fight and manly!"

"Pfft. Stop the flattering,"

"Eh~ but I'm serious, I really like those characteristics of yours Azami."

"Well it's look like we admire each other's good sides," We laughed it off and stare again at the setting sunset. Then he turns to me and chuckles,

"What's so funny?" I asked confused that he's suddenly laughing.

"Can I say something weird?"

"Yeah?"

"Well in most situations, normal couples mostly hang out here in an empty field like this to make out, but here we are, two guys chillin as we watch the sunset."

"There's nothing wrong with that though, it's just we're chillin. Couples are not the only ones can hang out in places like these haha."

"Yeah right." He said and lay down again on the grass closing his eyes.

"Hey Azami, I gotta say you're pretty good looking, and I bet you're popular with the girls at school. Is there a type you like?"

"Nah. Girls at school are annoying and noisy. But Kantoku is an exception."

"Do you like Kantoku then?"

"Yeah I like her, but not in an romantic way. I respect her as our Director and nothing else."

"Hmm I see,"

"Looks like you have more something to say, you can ask me anything if you want,"

"Anything?"

"Yeah yeah, since we're chillin' out here and all."

"Then," I paused and took a deep breath and turned to him, completely serious about what to ask.

"Hey Azami, what would you do if a guy confesses to you?" I said and he looked at me shocked and I turned away at him scratching my head. Great, you're the best Kumon, why in the world did you ask that thing? Especially to Azami. As I roast myself when Azami muttered,

"Well, I would feel weird but yeah I'll respect the guy's gut for confessing. And I-I don't know if I would like a guy..." he muttered and started to blush. I don't know if he's blushing or it's just the sunset. But I pressed my thoughts and ask him again,

"Then what would you do if I confessed to you?"

"You confessing to me?"

"Yeah." I said firmly starin into his eyes. I don't know what got into me and why am I sayin' these things.

"Well I'm flattered, that you like me. Ah I mean, why would you confess to me anyway? Are you teasing me again Kumon?"

"Why would I joke at a time like this, I'm serious, I Iike you Azami."

"Huh, what does that mean." he muttered and starts to cover his face. I chuckled and stop him from covering his face as I lean in to him. We're so close that I can feel his breath and can hear his heart beating.

"Well if you don't like it, let's just forget this happened and stay as friends. I don't want our friendship to get awkward and all haha." I smiled bitterly and starts to stand up when Azami stopped me and clutches my sleeve.

"Wait. You didn't heard my answer yet dumbass," he said and I sat down, focused about what he's going to say.

"I, I like you too Kumon. I know it's weird that we're both guys but I really admire the things you have which I don't. And yeah, ugh. You know what I mean," he said and blushes looking down at the ground.

"Haha you're so cute Azami blushing like that, oh then that means we're going out now?"

"Whatever you call it," he muttered and I hugged him so tight, I'm so happy right now coz we feel the same way. I feel I hit a homerun right now.

I smiled and stare into Azami's eyes and about to lean in for a kiss when he stop me.

"Hey just because we're going out doesn't mean we can do those things,"

"Those things?"

"Aw c'mon you know what I mean Kumon,"

"And what is that?" I asked teasingly as I lean in so close that I can just peck his lips.

"Like kissing and stuff... Wait how do guys kiss?"

"Pfft hahaha, you really gonna ask that? I'll show you," I chuckled, leaning in and pecked his lips.

"How do you know these stuffs? You don't look like the type to do these things like kissing, dumbass."

"Well I learn a one or two from Muku's shoujo mangas and there's nothing different except we're both guys haha."

"Whatever let's go home, Shitty Sakyo might yell at me again if we come home late again," he said standing up and starts to walk.

"Ahh Azami! Wait for me! You're so cruel." I pout and followed him.

I held his hand and he held back. We head home with smiles as we gaze into the starry sky as we head home.

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Thanks for reading! It's been quite a long time since I wrote a fanfic again and it's my first time writing shounen ai genre and fluff. Apologies if there are errors, typos, wrong grammars coz I wrote this in one sitting and just focused to finish it. Hope you liked it! Until then ^^

Credits to the Azami x Kumon fanart,

ついったlog | 石榴 #pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/80636008

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sumeshi-t · 4 years

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✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i��m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

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