#quotes challenge

[somewhereontv]

Quotes challenge - Day 23

[queenmylovely]

Salt, Tequila, Lime

Summary: Roger Taylor x fem!reader. Roger rescues you from a night of tequila and trying to forget.  

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: cussing, fluff, angst

A/N: This is my entry for @royally-rogers​ 550 follower celebration! This is my first full Roger fic and it was a lot of fun to write. Apparently, I see Rog as very protective lol. Any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

Masterlist 

7. “So pick me, choose me, love me.” (had to pick this bc I love Greys lol)

18. “Does it even make a difference? When I’m sober, I feel pain.”

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The sting of the alcohol burned through your throat and nose as you gulped down another shot. You coughed but quickly chased it down with a wedge of lime that helped mitigate the worst of it, the taste of salt still clinging to your lips. Tequila wasn’t your go-to drink on a regular night, but for getting fucked up, it worked like a charm.

“Woo, go girl, you took that like a pro!” Kara, one of the other drunk girls you had met since the start of your binge, cheered you on.

“Yeah, I bet you don’t even remember whoever it was that fucked you over,” Leslie, another drunk girl you met in the bathroom said, hugging you from behind and shouting in your ear. If you weren’t so drunk you would’ve been worried about your hearing.

You giggled along with her and replied, “Almost, almost. Another round should… fix that though.”

“Bartender, three more shots of lime and slices of tequila!” Kara exclaimed, not catching her mistake that sent you and Leslie into hysterics, but the bartender seemed to get the gist and started pouring the shots.

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Roger was just walking into the bar when he heard some girl shout something unintelligible and then a burst of loud laughter. He shared an amused look with Freddie, Deaky, and Brian behind him before walking further into the bar. Turning back around, he was just in time to see you messily lick the salt, slam the shot, and jam the lime wedge in your mouth.

In confusion and shock, Roger yelled out, “Y/N?!”

Hearing your name from a voice you recognized caught your attention fast, and you whipped your head around to the door and the lime wedge fell from your mouth onto the floor.

“Graceful,” Freddie said, causing Brian and Deaky to laugh. The three of them walked over to find a booth, leaving Roger to deal with you.

“Roger!” you called out to him. Hopping off the stool, you ran over to him, only tripping over your feet and bumping into other people a couple of times. You threw yourself onto him into a big hug and his hands came to your sides to keep you steady. Pulling back, you tugged on a piece of his blonde hair and booped his nose, laughing, “Hi, Rogie.”

Roger batted your hand away gently but smiled just a little before looking at you with worry. “Love, what are you doing here? Why are you so… drunk?”

“Ohhhh, I’m not that drunk…” you slurred, trying to minimize your inebriation.

“Yeah, and if I let go of your elbows, would you be able to stand up on your own?” he asked sarcastically.

“Remains to be seen, but maybe let’s not test that theory,” you conceded, and you let him walk you back over to your stool. Leslie and Kara watched him help you onto your stool, and whispered to each other excitedly.

“This isn’t the guy you were trying to forget, right?” Leslie asked, giving Roger a not-at-all subtle once-over.

“‘Cause he seems way too pretty for that to ever be possible,” Kara added on, biting her lip and looking at him seductively.

“No, no, Roger here is much too good of a person to ever do what that rat did,” you explained, patting his arm. The two girls smiled in relief and angled themselves more towards him. However, Roger had the opposite idea and spun your stool so you faced him head-on.

“Wait, what did who do? Did that boyfriend of yours fuck up? Is that why you’re like this right now, why you’re alone?” he questioned, searching your face for answers.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you mumbled as you tried to shrug off the question.

“I wanna know exactly what he did, why you feel like you have to get this drunk. Tell me, please,” Roger urged you.

“Does it even make a difference? When I’m sober, I feel pain,” you said quietly, slumping down in your seat.

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry, whatever happened,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug, and you let him. As soon as you were wrapped up in his embrace, you started to lose your grip on your emotions, and tears started forming in your eyes. Before you knew it, you were openly sobbing into Roger’s chest, and if you weren’t so drunk and sad, you would’ve felt bad for ruining his shirt.

“Come on, come on, let’s get you home, love,” Roger said softly to you, helping you stand and grab your things. He turned to Leslie and Kara and told them, “I’ve got her, but you two shouldn’t drive, yeah? I’ve got a couple friends over in that booth if you need a ride.”

Their eyes followed over to where the others were sitting and lit up in excitement. Roger waved to Fred to let him know he was leaving as Brian and Deaky warily watched the two very wasted girls running over to them.

As Roger led you out to his car, you asked, “Should you really have sent Leslie and Kara to Bri and Deaky? … think they’re too far gone to be anything but a burden on the boys.”

“Eh, they’ll be okay. Bri and Deaky will get them home safely and end up falling in love with them on the way,” Roger reassured you before shutting the door and walking around to his side and getting in. He tried to ignore how similar the situation could be between the two of you.

The drive to your apartment was quiet. You were slowly recovering from your bout of tears, only small sniffles escaping every now and then. When he got there, Roger parked the car and helped you out, practically carrying you with how heavily you were leaning on him all the way up the stairs.

You fumbled with your keys at the door and he gently grabbed them from your hands, leading the way into your little apartment and flicking on the lights. Roger walked with you to your kitchen, making you drink a big glass of water and then refilling it to take to your bedroom. Once the two of you were in there, he set down the water and then looked around for somewhere for you to sit while he helped take off your shoes.

He saw a chair against the wall that was piled with clothes and lifted them carefully to the ground, saying, “These will just have to go here for the moment.”

Then he sat you down and knelt in front of you, unlacing the boots you were wearing and slipping them off. You slumped in the chair as he did, acting only as a distraction since you kept running your hands through his hair and laughing when it got caught in your rings. Roger would’ve found it funny too if it weren’t so endearing and didn’t make him love you even more, which was the last thing he needed.

“Okay, got the shoes off. Time for some pajamas,” he remarked, going over to your dresser and opening the drawers until he found a pair of matching flannel pajamas. He helped you up from your chair and handed them to you, “Here you go, love.”

Setting the pajamas down on the chair, you moved to take your shirt off right away. Roger turned around quickly to avoid watching you undress, and you giggled at the panicked look that had come into his eyes when your fingers had reached for the hem of your shirt.

You undressed and dressed quickly, smoothing out the fabric with your hands as you told him, “All set.”

Roger turned back around with a sheepish look on his face and a blush covering his cheeks, a look that you thought to yourself was very cute.

“You know, you didn’t have to turn around, Rog. It’s not like we’re a couple of teenagers who have never seen anyone undress before,” you teased him, poking his chest lightly.

“Not my place to see you naked, love,” Roger replied softly. Then he ushered you towards your door and into the bathroom. “Time to brush your teeth.”

After globbing the toothpaste onto the brush, you brushed your teeth quickly, then told him around the toothbrush, “woo’re a rate a-y-itter, og, eher onider oing it ro-eshuna-y?”

“Um… what?” Roger asked in confusion.

You spit out the toothpaste and rinsed out your mouth before trying again, “You’re a great babysitter, Rog, ever consider doing it professionally?”

He rolled his eyes in reply and then said, “For your information, I made quite the living as a babysitter in Cornwall.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you made your way back into your bedroom, only bumping into one doorway without his help.

You climbed into bed and Roger came up next to you to pull the covers up to your chin. Then he smoothed your messy hair away from your face and let his hand pause for a second at your cheek before dropping it.

“Okay, time for you to go to sleep. I’ll stay on the couch and check on you every couple of hours. To make sure you haven’t choked on your own vomit in your sleep,” he said with a smirk. He turned to walk towards the door, but you stopped him. “Can you come and hold me till I fall asleep?”

Roger turned back around to look at you with sad eyes and replied, “I probably shouldn’t, since you’ve got the boyfriend and all.”

“No. No boyfriend anymore,” you said, sitting up in your bed to look at him better. “Told him we were done as soon as I walked in on him with another woman.”

Roger’s eyes grew in astonishment and he rushed over to sit facing you on your bed. “He cheated on you? When?”

“This afternoon. Dumbass forgot he gave me a key to his place and fucked someone right on his sofa. Couldn’t miss it,” you said with a wry laugh, but tears were starting to spill out of your eyes.

Roger reached up and wiped them away before pulling you into a hug. “Oh, love, I’m so, so sorry. I can’t believe anyone would ever do that to you.”

You were really crying again, and said against his shoulder, “I just don’t know how all of my relationships keep ending up so terrible. I just want to pick someone and love them and have them love me. That’s all.”

And Roger couldn’t help it when he said, “pick me” into your hair.

Pulling back, you looked at him in confusion, “Wh-what?”

“Pick me, choose me, love me, Y/N,” he said, with growing confidence. “I’ve loved you for a long time, but you’ve always been in relationships when I’m out of them and I didn’t want to ruin a chance of yours to be happy. But pick me, love, and I’ll never stop loving you.”

Your eyes searched his face for any chance of insincerity or dishonesty, but all you saw was love and openness. When Roger was just about to turn away and walk out of the room, you leaned up and kissed him. It was soft, gentle, and kind of wet with tears, but it felt right. You had always had lingering feelings for him, but had chalked it up to him being your best friend and his remarkable good looks. You had pushed down any real feelings of love, or at least tried to, whenever either of you were in relationships, which was always. Pulling away to look at him again, you saw the same love and openness in his eyes, but this time with hope.

You wiped your face on your sleeve in a way that Freddie would’ve definitely described as “graceful,” and kissed him again, moving your hands to his face to hold him close as you felt his rest softly on your neck and shoulders.

After a solid bit of getting acquainted with each other’s kissing, you pulled away once more and smiled up at him, feeling as happy as he looked with a big grin of his own.

“You really should go to bed though, to help that giant hangover you’re going to have in the morning,” he told you, and you rolled your eyes with a smile in return.

“Well now that there are no pesky ex’s in the way, will you join me?” you said with a cheeky smile.

“I will, but only for sleeping,” he said with a mock stern look and you held your hands up in defense. “I never said anything else. Though you will have to take your jeans off. No way am I sleeping in the same bed as someone with jeans. Not comfortable,” you told him with a teasing smile.

He acquiesced and started by taking off his corduroy jacket, leaving on his plain white T, and then shimmying off his blue jeans. Underneath were a black pair of boxer-briefs that made you laugh.

As you scooted over to make room for him and he climbed into bed with you, you snapped the waistband of his underwear, causing him to yelp, and you said, “You know, I always pictured you as a boxers type.”

“Hey, don’t go snapping my underwear, that’s not very nice,” he told you, squinting his eyes in mock derision.

“I’m not in control of my actions right now, I’m drunk,” you defended with a sly smile.

“Oh shut up,” Roger replied with a laugh, turning off your bedside lamp and sliding to lay down with you.

You snuggled into his side and he slung an arm around your shoulders. He closed his eyes but you leaned up once more and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Rog?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” you said softly.

“I love you too.”

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[fairylights101writes]

#24, #25, and #37 for Bakugou, Torodoki, and Deku

24. “You okay? You seem a little off today"25. “I’m fine."37. “You’re a nerd, but my favorite nerd”Thanks for requesting!Read on AO3 or below the cut

Bakugou wrung his hands together, the one display of nervousness he would allow considering the fact that it felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe. Those two idiots looking back only made it worse, Deku with his infuriatingly beautiful smile, Todoroki with that delicate, heart-flutter inducing twist to his lips. God, how the fuck am I gonna do this? Carefully, but careful wasn’t a part of his vocabulary on the best of days. He understood things like explosions and fire and combustibles and fighting - he was out of his depth when it came to romance, even after dating the pair for nearly four years.

And yet, somehow, he had gotten the brilliant idea to propose, which usually necessitated a nice, eloquent speech declaring eternal love and devotion and blah, blah, blah.Things that he could certainly agree with, but put into words? Fighting one of the Nomu would have been easier. But Uraraka had told him it would be worth it, and Iida had seconded it. That had only made him want to punch them both in the face- and yet he’d gone with them and searched high and low until he’d settled on a set. Until-

“Kacchan?”

He blinked and focused, found bright green eyes just a few centimeters from his own. “What?” he grunted as he leaned back a little.

Deku just beamed at him and leaned a little closer, his scarred arms rising to wrap around Bakugou’s neck in a way that made his stomach flip. Doubly so with how those wide eyes peered into him, lips pursed slightly with concern. “You okay? You seem a little off today.”

Bakugou bit his tongue to choke down the words that threatened to bubble out, uncontrollable, and instead he managed a tiny smile. “I’m fine, just… happy.”

That, it turned out, was the wrong thing to say because Deku’s lips instantly pulled into a radiant smile that made Bakugou’s heart melt as Deku rose onto his toes and pecked Bakugou on the nose, right as a cold hand settled on Bakugou’s waist. He turned as Deku pulled back and found mismatched eyes staring at him, impossibly soft. Warm fingers curled beneath his chin, and Bakugou let Todoroki pull him close to brush their lips together before he pulled back. The cold hand on his waist moved, curled into one of his own, while Deku’s smaller hand slipped into his other. Their fingers wove together. Deku squeezed his.

“Look!” he chirped, pointing towards the lake they were close to. Huge weeping cherry trees leaned over it, their pink petals coating the lake and the bridge that crossed it, simple lamps set atop the wooden railings. Fireflies danced across the lake surface and the green slopes that led down to it, their yellowish glow fading in and out every few seconds. Deku looked up at he and Todoroki and grinned, wide and toothy. “Let’s go.”

Bakugou, helpless to that beautiful smile, merely nodded, and they moved as one, Deku swinging their arms, Todoroki running his thumb along the side of Bakugou’s, the movement oddly distracting, more than usual. He didn’t say anything, just wordlessly let them pull him forward until they stopped at the center of the bridge, a larger circular bit with little boxes filled with pellets for the fish. Deku released his hand and darted forward, rummaging through his wallet before he produced a coin. He slid it in and Bakugou and Todoroki watched as he spun the little knob until pellets spilled into his hand, and then he turned back to them with a grin. “You want to feed the fish?”

Todoroki chuckled quietly, but he released Bakugou’s hand and moved forward too to slide a coin in and fill his own hands. Deku grinned at him, and when Bakugou shook his head he smiled a little softer, but he nodded and turned to lean over the railing. The two of them dropped pellets over to where the soft splashing below came, probably a bunch of carp vying for a treat. But Bakugou couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. There were cherry blossom petals in Deku’s hair, fireflies dancing all around the two of them. Laughter filled the silence as Deku teased Todoroki quietly and tossed pellets into the dark water below. Bakugou sank to one knee. Pulled the box from his pocket. Cleared his throat, heart pounding, not quite breathing.

Deku turned first.

The remaining pellets in his hands hit the bridge and scattered everywhere as Deku gasped, clapped a hand over his mouth, tears already forming in his brilliant green eyes. That made Todoroki twist around, dusting his hands off, but he stilled, eyes widening as he drank it in. Bakugou licked his lips, mouth abruptly dry, tongue and throat not quite cooperating. God dammit.

He was terrified, no point in hiding it. Even if it had been nearly four years since they’d somehow come together in a move he certainly hadn’t anticipated. Nearly a decade since they’d entered U.A., starting a course none of them could have anticipated. And it had all come to this moment, preceded by hours upon hours of love. A dinner at Deku’s favorite restaurant, followed by a movie Todoroki had been wanting to see for months, and then to his choice, the park of all places. Romantic. Typical. But with those cherry blossoms everywhere, fireflies spinning through the air, the subtle splashing below, Bakugou knew. He took a breath.

“Izuku.” His partner squeaked, face scarlet, but he nodded frantically, legs trembling. “You’re a nerd, but you’re my favorite nerd.” Wrong! That is not what you were supposed to say, dumbass! But it was too late, and he took another breath, fruitlessly trying to calm his heart, and plowed on. “I guess that’s why I love you, and somehow you found something in me to love, so… there’s that. Honestly, pretty fuckin’ amazing, but yeah. Um… I’m not very fucking good at this clearly, but… I’m trying. I’ve been trying. And… you see that. And that means a lot to me.”

He licked his lips again, swallowed hard, looked to Todoroki. “Shouto… we’ve competed a lot-” Todoroki snorted quietly, covered his mouth, and Bakugou closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and carried on. “ But… I think without all that, without all the times we butted heads, I wouldn’t… be what I am now. You guys… have done a lot. And I love you both - certainly more than I can fuckin’ say, ‘cause we all know Shouto here is the eloquent one. But I still had to say this, and I still have to ask… will you both marry me?”

Deku had already started to nod halfway through, and as soon as he finished speaking Deku crossed the distance, wiping at his face as he sniffled and cried harder. Todoroki’s eyes weren’t exactly dry either, but he managed a smile as he looked to Deku and settled a hand on their smaller lover’s back. “I’d be honored to.”

“There you go with that ‘honor’ bullshit, Prince Zuko,” Bakugou grumbled, and Deku choked out a laugh.

“M-me too… I… yes !”

A smile broke out on Bakugou’s face as he opened the box, slid the rings out, simple black bands with three gems nestled in them, all in a little circle - an emerald, a ruby, and a sapphire. He slid the first ring onto Todoroki’s finger, then Deku’s, and then two pairs of hands reached forward, pulled the box from him and slid the third one into place, comfortably nestled against his knuckle, and then they crushed him into a hug, clinging desperately to one another as Deku continued to cry quietly, Todoroki’s tight grip on him his own sign of pure joy.

Bakugou tipped his head back, took a deep breath, felt his heart finally begin to slow. He smiled up at the star-filled sky as cherry blossom petals and fireflies danced through the air a moment before two pairs of lips pressed kisses all over his face.

[somewhereontv]

Quotes challenge - Day 13

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Quotes challenge - Day 3

[fairylights101writes]

oihina with 42. “oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.” oihina is love, oihina is life.

Thank you for requesting!! And Oihina really is... I haven’t written nearly enough of it (read: any [unfortunately, though that’s now changed])Read on AO3 or under the cut!

Hinata sighed quietly as he stuffed his practice shirt into his bag, still soaked with sweat and gross to the touch. He felt about the same - they’d opted to not use the Aoba Johsai showers, everyone eager to get back and rest. Plus there wasn’t much of a point of getting clean if the bus ride back would only made them hot and sticky again. And it didn’t mean they got out of there faster - he’d cramped up halfway through changing, and it had been all he could do to make it to the hall bathroom and whimper as his guts seemingly tried to part with him.

“This sucks,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed the rest of his things. “Hopefully no one’s mad…” They usually weren’t thankfully - they understood why, even if they did tease him for it. Then again, they were probably still milling around, chatting with the friends they’d somehow made over the last few days of rigorous practice matches. That made Hinata catch his tongue between his teeth as his hands stilled over his bag. Will I have time to see the Grand King before we go?

The thought made his chest twist in a funny way and he shook his head frantically as he pulled his outerwear tennis shoes on. Stop thinking about that! It’s just… weird. Weird to think about being the only one the brunet set to. To crave his attention, even going so far as to push himself until he was sick. To see those smiles spread across his face, solely for Hinata. Weirder still to want to kiss him, wondering what his lips felt and tasted like, what his hands would do, what- Hinata slapped his hands to his cheeks, the loud smack resounding through the silent locker room.

His face was on fire, probably scarlet, as violent as the throb of his heart. Something that wasn’t good, no matter how wonderful it felt, especially when Oikawa looked at him, spoke to him, smiled at him, and- He slapped his face again, harder this time, and shook his head too. Stop! It had been enough of a distraction during the games, so much that he’d missed a few too many spikes for his comfort. But off the court, at meals and in the halls - or even worse, individual practices - he’d been reduced to a near-babbling mess. But Oikawa had been amused at least, while the rest of his team had eyed him with concern. Sugawara had even felt his forehead a few times.

“This is so embarrassing,” he mumbled to himself. He sighed softly and zipped his bag up, slung it over his shoulder. Soon we’ll be back at school, and I can forget about this… this… this crush on the Grand King. It’s just because he’s an awesome setter. Not because he’s super pretty or funny or… or… Crap. Hinata pressed his hands to his stinging cheeks, eyes shut tight, and sighed once more. “I can’t believe this.”

It was one thing to crush on Sugawara or Iwaizumi - Suga was nice, and Iwaizumi was just so big, and Kageyama clearly was infatuated with at least one of them. It was hard to tell. Mostly because, since it wasn’t technically related to volleyball, it matter enough to register, but not enough to make him question things. Oikawa on the other hand - Oikawa was strange. His smiles ranged from being anything but genuine to the most breathtaking things Hinata had seen. He always had a warm, teasing comment for Hinata, but he’d seen first-hand how scathing Oikawa could be. He carried a sharp side that paired with the gentler half, and somehow they’d met in the middle. And, even more baffling, was the fact that he’d actually fallen for him. A quiet laugh bubbled out. Hinata grinned to himself. Of course. He’s really cool. The Grand King is amazing. He’s-

The locker room door swung open and Hinata snapped upright, both hands around the straps of his bag and eyes wide, then widening as he saw who it was. Oh Hell no. It was almost like all his thoughts of Oikawa had summoned him, because there he was, hair somehow still perfectly styled and oh so tantalizing to touch, a familiar bright smile on his lips, one that didn’t quite reach his bright eyes. But his smile instantly shifted into something more, the kind that made Hinata’s heart trip a beat as Oikawa stilled just inside the doorway, eyes crinkled. “Oh, thank goodness…I didn’t think you’d still be here! But I’m glad you are.”

Hinata laughed nervously, uncertain of what to do. Oikawa blocked the way out, and he just knew that if Oikawa came closer, he simply wouldn’t make it. The need to kiss him was too strong, the urge to shout his emotions out even more so. It was terrifying. But, somehow, Hinata’s stomach managed to not cramp as he smiled while Oikawa crossed the locker room. The setter whipped something out and Hinata blinked, eyes still locked on Oikawa’s face, before he managed to look down. It was a phone in Oikawa’s hand, outstretched and pulled up to a ‘New Contact’ page. Hinata glanced back up, the thoughts not quite connecting.

“What…?”

“I want your number, of course!” Oikawa chirped. He reached down and took Hinata’s hand and- oh, God, his hands were so soft, the callouses still present, but it felt like he’d put lotion on them. Maybe that was why he could suddenly smell a sweet flowery aroma, especially when Oikawa brought his hand up and curled it around the smartphone.

“I…”

“Just in case you want some extra practice,” Oikawa said with a wink.

Hinata stared at him for a long moment, then nodded. He ducked his head and typed in his number and name, saved it, and passed it back, their fingers brushing, overlapping, linking. “Wait,” Oikawa whispered, his voice shattering the quiet. “I…”

Hinata chanced a glance up and swallowed hard, legs shaking as he found cheeks painted a faint pink above him, eyes not quite on him as they darted from a place just past his ear to his face and back again. “I… have other reasons for getting your number too.” Hinata swallowed hard, heart pounding wildly in his chest as he nodded, mute.

Oikawa smiled softly, finally met his eyes, and Hinata nearly swooned then and there. He’d seen what he’d thought was the peak of Oikawa’s intensity out on the court, his eyes sharp and face almost always controlled, so utterly focused that he rarely truly emerged from whatever state he’d sunken into. But this intensity was wholly different, on another level entirely, something strange and foreign compared to the persona he adopted on the court. And it made Hinata shiver with excitement as the long, slender fingers around his wrist twitched. “I was wondering if we could meet up something outside of volleyball. As much as I love our matches together, they don’t give me much of a chance to know you.”

Hinata’s cheeks filled with heat, and he simply squeaked quietly before his head jerked in a frantic series of nods, desperate to convey that Hell yes, I would like that very much, please and thank you!

Oikawa grinned, eyes glittering, and he leaned in. Hinata had no time to react, could only stand there as soft lips whispered across his forehead. And then Oikawa had taken a step back, wearing a cheery grin as he waggled his phone. “Message you soon then, Shouyou!”

He merely nodded dumbly and watched Oikawa go, totally blank. Slowly he found the ability to move and he pressed his fingers to his forehead. Blinked. Warmth exploded in his cheeks and Hinata sank down to the ground, knees to his chest, with a silent groan, one hand over his forehead. Oh my God… he… kissed me. And that realization made his stomach flip as he squirmed, delighted, grinning from ear to ear.

[fairylights101writes]

can i request oikuroo and 47?? or 19?? anything oikuroo TBH

19. “I can’t... I can’t believe you actually remembered…”47. “no stop i’M HURTING FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH”Thank you for requesting!Read on AO3 or under the cut

Kuroo wrung his hands together as he stared around his room. It looked clean enough - he’d actually changed his sheets and washed everything up, cracked a window, sprayed Febreze around so that it smelled fucking awesome, and had stuffed all his clothes into drawers. No manga or textbooks littered his desk and bed, and all his papers had been neatly shoved into his backpack. And, just to be safe, there was a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms stashed away in his nightstand.

Satisfied, Kuroo spun around and marched out into his apartment, frantically analyzing what he could. He and Tendou always kept it clean - something that had surprised him when he’d first met the redhead - but it was even more pristine than usual. Hell, he’d even broken out the vacuum and Swiffer. And Tendou had teased him all the while - “Wow Kuroo, you must really like this guy! Hoping to get lucky, are we?” - until he’d left to bone his own man off in Kyoto. But it was worth it because the apartment looked good, enough that Kuroo let out a nervous little laugh and sank down onto the couch. “God, this is ridiculous.” He was acting like he was seventeen and going on his first date and not twenty-four and on his fifth one with this guy, never mind the fact that it was the first time they hadn’t gone out into public.

Kuroo shook his head. Closed his eyes. Jackknifed upright in horror a second before a knock resounded through the quiet apartment. He stared down at his pants and shirt and- “Oh my God, no,” he whispered. He was still in his pajamas, just a pair of black briefs and a white shirt with a cat on it, “Thug Life x9” beneath it and his date was at the door.

Kuroo flew off the couch and spun around twice before he found his voice. “Just a minute!” he shouted before he darted back into his bedroom. He chucked his shirt off and tossed it into his desk chair, then jerked his closet open. Shirt, shirt, gimme a shirt… He found a button down, plaid and red and soft, and he tugged that on, then whirled around and flew over to his dresser. He jerked one open and grinned. Thank God I washed my clothes. A pair of black jeans lay on top and he wrestled himself into those as he swiped his tongue across his teeth and thought back to when he’d brushed his teeth, just an hour ago. Ah, they’re fine.

He buttoned the jeans up and swiped a hand through his hair, still insufferably wild, and then took a breath as he glared at the bookshelf on top of his dresser. You can do this. Be calm. Be cool. That didn’t exactly make his heart stop pounding as he unlocked the door, but it was enough that his smile was brilliant when he pulled it open. “Oikawa! Hey, sorry about that!”

The brunet in the doorway didn’t move, blinking at Kuroo, his phone in front of his chest. His eyes flicked down and moved slowly, his ears turning a faint pink as he smiled. “Well… you’re looking handsome today.”

Kuroo’s eyes widened and his head snapped down, right as a distinctive, quiet click went off. His shirt was completely unbuttoned to reveal a bare torso, and his pants were maybe a little too far down, hipbones almost on full display. His head rose to the sound of giggles and a phone camera going off again as Oikawa beamed, cheeks flushed, clearly barely holding back laughter. Kuroo’s hand shot out and grabbed his unoccupied hand and he pulled his boyfriend in, slammed the door shut, and managed to lock it before boisterous laughs exploded from Oikawa as he doubled over, shaking, wheezing, and clutching at his sides. “Oh my- oh my God, Kuroo, that’s-! Well, that’s o-one way to greet me! I-!”

He shook his head and rose, head thrown back, the laughs rocking him as he grinned, one hand halfway hiding his mouth and reddening face. Kuroo growled, a little embarrassed, but mostly playful as he stepped in and grabbed Oikawa by the waist. The brunet squeaked and jerked back, but Kuroo caged him in, pressed him to the door as his fingers danced across Oikawa’s torso. The booming laughs turned to giggles as Oikawa twisted and wiggled in his grasp, gasping. “K-K-Kuroo!!! N-no! Stop! I can’t-”

Kuroo just grinned and dug his fingers in a little harder, worming between arms pressed tight to his sides to find his weak points on his back and the outer edges of his sides. Oikawa wheezed, flapping his hands, rocking as he continued to gasp out giggles. “No, stop! I-I’m hurting from laughing so much!” Kuroo relented after one last poke and he wrapped his arms around Oikawa instead, pulling him close as he caught his breath, heavy and limp against Kuroo. Slowly, his own arms fell away from his sides. His breathing evened out. He pushed back after a moment, the pout on his lips ruined by the scarlet flush still lingering in his cheeks. Somehow it made Kuroo’s chest ache, so beautiful in the mirth still lingering in Oikawa’s eyes and the way he’d gone red from neck to ears, in the way his lips pursed, almost like he was asking to be kissed. And Kuroo loved it.

“So rude!” Oikawa huffed.

Kuroo just blew a kiss at him, then leaned forward and pressed one to Oikawa’s cheeks. “Only if you piss yourself. Come on in, I’ll make tea to make up for it.”

“You gonna leave your shirt unbuttoned?”

He considered it for a moment, that and the way Oikawa stared at his chest a little too intensely - and then he started to button his shirt with a coy smile as Oikawa puffed his cheeks out. “Nah, not this time.”

Oikawa snorted and shook his head as he toed his shoes off, shed his jacket, and caught Kuroo before he could head to the kitchen. He didn’t have time to question, just enough to smile as their lips brushed, then pressed in for a firmer kiss with a quiet hum. Oikawa smiled and leaned back enough so they could look each other in the eye, his sparkling with warmth. “There’s the proper kiss I wanted. Let’s go make tea.” Kuroo winked at him and slipped their hands together, tugged him along into the little kitchen area.

Making tea was a good idea, because it ended up with the kettle on the stove while Kuroo nudged Oikawa against a counter, one hand in that infuriatingly soft, perfectly styled hair, the other on his slender hip, as they kissed, lips smacking quietly, only a hint of tongue. Giggles still shook Oikawa, and occasionally he leaned back, grinning, only to lean back in before Kuroo could question it and kiss him gently before coaxing him into a deeper kiss - not that he wanted to. He had a fairly good idea of why Oikawa was still laughing, and rather than waste his words he focused on sucking on Oikawa’s lip and thumbing the space just behind his ear. A quiet hum met that, and he smirked and released his lip in favor of pressing another soft kiss to Oikawa’s mouth.

The kettle whistled before they could do much more, and they parted with soft smiles and chasing kisses for a moment more before Kuroo pulled away with a groan. He poured them two cups and dunked the tea in, bags of black tea. “So, I’ve got some movies we can watch, unless you want to watch something on Netflix?”

“Oh, Netflix and chill already?” Oikawa teased. Kuroo stuck his tongue out at Oikawa, who grinned and shook his head. “Just kidding. But what all did you get?”

Brown eyes followed a jab of his finger to the counter, where a stack of DVDs sat, recently bought. Oikawa plucked them up and Kuroo watched, pleased, as Oikawa’s eyes widened as he looked over the first title, then shuffled the cases aside, mouth opening a little with every one he looked at. It took him a moment after he reached the last one to finally look up, eyes a little more watery than they should have been maybe as he stared at Kuroo. “I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered.”

Kuroo shrugged, grinning as Oikawa clutched the movies to his chest. “Of course. You said you liked them, so I wanted to make sure you watched ‘em again. Oh, and since you don’t have them, you can keep them.” Oikawa took a breath. Set the movies down. Crossed the kitchen in two long strides and cupped Kuroo’s face, pulled him in close. Their foreheads and noses bumped together, but their lips stayed millimeters apart as Oikawa closed his eyes, fingers trembling slightly. “What are you even?” he whispered into the space between them.

Kuroo grinned. “Superman? Ironman? Batman? Sexy? Take your pick.”

A giggle bubbled out as Oikawa’s hands slid back, his arms around Kuroo’s neck, hands somewhere in the air behind him as Oikawa angled their faces and pressed another sweet kiss to his lips. “You’re amazing,” he breathed against Kuroo’s mouth, “That’s what you are.” Kuroo snorted, but he didn’t argue at that, not with the kisses Oikawa peppered over his face until they both remembered the tea still steeping. Thankfully it wasn’t overdone, and they grabbed their mugs of tea and the movies and headed out into the living room where they curled up, Oikawa pressed into Kuroo’s side, a blanket draped over their legs, and a movie in.

Kuroo had expected minimal kissing, and true to his expectations that was how it played out - Oikawa was simply too engrossed to peel his eyes away long enough for anything other than the pizza delivered halfway through the second movie, or the popcorn they made sometime during the fourth. But it was cute - so much so that he couldn’t even find the heart to tease Oikawa - watching his eyes light up, smiles blooming and loud laughs bursting out, or quiet gasps in suspenseful moments or at shocking revelations. He twitched more than a few times, the jump scares getting him, but it was all the more endearing.

And it was well worth it when, at nearly two in the morning, they finished the stack of movies and found themselves sprawled out on the couch, Oikawa on top of him, kissing lazily as the movie credits played. Oikawa pulled back after a moment, smiling with tired eyes as his thumb slipped along Kuroo’s cheekbone. “Y’know…” he murmured, “I think I like you. Probably a little more than I should.”

Kuroo grinned and waggled his eyebrows, hands tightening on the small of Oikawa’s back. “That’s perfect then.”

Oikawa hummed, his smile widening as he leaned back in for more. “You’re right about that.”

[fairylights101writes]

#3 and #2 for AkaKenHina

2. “whAT IS THAT?!”3. “woah what happened while I was gone”Thank you for requesting!Read on AO3 or below the cut

Akaashi readjusted the strap of his bag, fiddling nervously as he stared at his face in the mirror of the thankfully empty bathroom. There’s nothing to worry about. Stop being so nervous. And, logically, there wasn’t much to worry about, not with those vibrant gold characters inked into his skin, circling his left eye - “Would you like some help?” - so familiar that he could trace their paths without a mirror. And yet it did nothing to ease the nerves bubbling in his stomach.

Not so surprising in all honesty - he and Kozume were so new to each other, having only met scarcely a week before. They barely knew a thing about each other, had hardly even messaged one another in the time between. But the way the black had bloomed to gold on his face had been undeniable, just like the shift of characters - “No, thank you though,” - on Kozume’s slender throat had been undeniable, and they’d frozen still before Kozume had hesitantly asked to get coffee and Akaashi’s number. That shift had been as undeniable as the still-black characters on his ribs, stark against his pale skin. How long until we find you?

Akaashi sighed and dipped his hands into the stream of water and splashed some on his face. He wiped it away, looked in the mirror, and thrust his hand into his bag. His fingers closed around the soft frog plush inside and he squeezed it tight, thumbing over the well-worn dappled green fur on its face. The gesture was simple, but after a few swipes it calmed him enough that his heart settled a little, slightly calmer than before. I can do this. I know I can.

He took another deep breath to steel himself before he slipped out of the bathroom, hand tight on the strap of his bag. He stopped short of their table when he realized Kozume wasn’t alone. Instead a tiny young man with brilliant orange hair stood in front of their table, gesturing wildly as he beamed, eyes bright and wide. Kozume nodded, seemingly intrigued by whatever he had to say. “Whoa…” Akaashi whispered to himself before he could catch it, and then thoughts started to connect, hesitant ideas forming. Perhaps they know one another? Old classmate? Friend? Family, as unlikely as that is? Ex?

The last thought was a little jarring, especially with the strange spike of jealousy that shot through him before he stamped down on it. Akaashi drew in another breath before he allowed a small, hesitant smile to curl his lips as he approached. “What happened while I was gone? Did you meet someone you know, Kozume?”

They both turned to him as one, Kozume’s eyes widening as the other man’s eyes snapped over him, then froze. “Ah, not-”

“What is that? It's so cute!” The orange-haired man nearly shouted as he jabbed a finger at Akaashi’s bag, a simple black backpack with a heart-shaped window of plastic to reveal the cute little frog charms he’d collected for himself. And then the young man froze. His amber eyes narrowed for a second, and then they went wide as he shoved the sleeve of his left arm up, his mouth falling open. Three pairs of eyes were on his bicep - more specifically, on the golden characters inked into scar-marked skin, right above delicately unfurling pink peonies that had been added to his arm. The same ones Akaashi had just uttered. Just like how the words the other man had spoken prickled, warm, on Akaashi’s ribs.

His mouth opened, but the other man beat him to it as he shot upright, the chair screeching on the floor as he snapped into a bow, narrowly dodging the table. “I’m Hinata Shouyou! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” He sprang back upright and gestured to Kozume, his words rushing together, eyes bright and mouth flying. “I just came up to talk to Kenma because I saw that he was playing a really cool game, and I wanted to know where he’d gotten it, and he realized that what I’d said were actually a match to his soul marks - apparently they’re on his thigh, which is super cool! His are on my calf! They’re “You’re my other soulmate”, which was always really exciting to me! Yours are on my back, so they’re a pain to see, which really sucks… Though I did get more flowers tattooed around there - hibiscus flowers! They’re super pretty! But anyways, I came up and asked him about the game, and he said that, and then he said that he was on a date with you, and I was just- wow! Just-”

“Shouyou,” Kozume said, his softer voice somehow slicing through the brilliant chatter. Hinata fell silent instantly, blinking at Kozume with comically wide eyes while Akaashi reeled, blinking, trying to sort through the onslaught of information. Hinata Shouyou. Our second soulmate. Here. Now. Our soulmate. What are the odds even…

“Keiji?”

He twitched, refocused on Kozume and that piercing golden stare that pinned him down. He smiled faintly and nodded. “Sorry. It’s just… quite a bit to take in.”

Kozume smiled thinly and gestured to the chair in front of him. “Sit down. We can talk over coffee.” Akaashi nodded dumbly, even more quiet than usual as he took his seat.

Hinata moved his seat to the side of the table so he could grin at them, bouncing in it as he looked back and forth to them. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just- God, I’m so excited! I’d really… I’d really given up hope, y’know?” Akaashi glanced to him, watched as Hinata’s face fell into something far more sad, an old ache in those eyes, the smile completely gone. His hands tangled together, uncertain, tugging and scratching as he twitched and stared down at the table. “It's just hard… everyone else found theirs while they were in high school, and it's kinda expected that you'll find your soulmate young. And when you have two…”

Hinata smiled weakly, and then shook himself, expression brightening as though someone had flipped a switch. “But that's okay! Waiting was worth it! Kenma says you both just recently met and- oh. Oh. Oh my God, you guys are in a date, I'm interrupting! I-”

“Shouyou.” Hinata froze again and they both turned to Kenma, who held Hinata's gaze, his fingers on the back of Hinata's hand. “You're fine. You're our soulmate. I don't mind. Do you, Akaashi?”

The attention turned to Akaashi and he swallowed thickly, twitching under the stares, but he managed a faint smile. “Not at all.” Hinata’s watery eyes crinkled as he beamed at Akaashi and- oh. His heart thumped painfully hard as he stared, wide-eyed and enraptured by that amber stare, the freckles on his nose, the dimple that peeked out through rosy cheeks. Akaashi could feel heat climbing in his own, but he swallowed that down and ducked his head, hand falling back to his bag to thumb the frog charm on the outside. “Stay as long as you like,” he said softly.

“Thank you,” Hinata said. Akaashi glanced to him, then to Kozume. Even Kozume had a tiny smile to offer him as he twirled his blond-black hair in one finger, with a soft hum, more interested in them than the video games he’d already displayed a passion for. And that made Akaashi’s heart pound a little harder as he wrapped his hands tight around his coffee and listened to Hinata chatter, bright and cheerful, thoughts running through his head.

How amazing.