NYX

getting away / kuroo t.

    the morning air is quiet, simply filled with the sounds of birds chirping and squirrels chittering. your tent’s opening is partially unzipped, the lakeside view resting comfortably in sight. your eyes search every inch of the trees and the moss, a sense of relief overcoming you, “the view is so beautiful.”

  kuroo peppers kisses to your bare shoulder, his arm wrapped around your back as his warmth carries across your skin. “your view can’t be much better than mine,” he murmurs before trailing kisses to your neck, pulling himself closer to you.

  rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile to yourself, your skin pulsating where he leaves every single kiss. “and you’re forgetting we were going to take a hike this morning,” you turn your head around, elbows pressed against the thin blow up mattress.

  he stares into your eyes like you’ve hung the moon, hand gripping your side, “i don’t remember us ever discussing a hike.. and this early?”

  “really? you’re playing the amnesia card?” you bite your lips, trying to hide a smile that always seems to make its way through.

  “you did just say that the view was beautiful.. i’m just saying that we should enjoy it a little longer. maybe spend some more time in bed, even kiss a little,” kuroo leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. you can’t help but wrap a hand around the back of his neck, deepening it.

  “it’s hard to focus on the view when you’re all i’m seeing,” you lean away, twisting over so you are laying on your back, the sheet cooling your bare skin. 

  shrugging, kuroo leans over you, places kissing along your collarbones. a laugh escapes your lips as he continues down the middle of your chest. “we should at least zip up the tent ‘suro. on the account of this being a public park and everything,” you bring your hands up to his face, cusping his cheeks as he stares down at you.

  “there’s no one here.. besides how will we see the view,” you roll your eyes at his reply, settling into his touch as his hand runs up your side.

  “you are insufferable,” you murmur, his lips planted against your stomach this time, kisses whispering against your skin as he trails across your body. his calloused palms hold tight against you so he can stay as close to you as he possibly can.

yandere!idol!oikawa who falls hard and fast to his first fansite. being a rookie in the idol industry was brutal, especially for a non-prodigy like himself. so, when he notices you pointing a high-quality camera at him during their first ever schedule, his heart skips a beat. wherever he goes during the choreography or their ment, he couldn't help but be energised as you follow him along. not his other members, just him

yandere!idol!oikawa whose eyes scan the sea of ever-growing fans for you. he doesn't feel any ounce of satisfaction from the cheers of other fans, unless he sees that you are there to witness his performance. why would he need other fans if you were with him from day fucking one? no one could ever understand the hardship he had to deal with, aside from you

yandere!idol!oikawa who makes sure that all his outfits are camera-friendly, even if it goes against his stylist's job. he doesn't want to see you frown at his pictures or, god forbid, be displeased by the results of your hard work. besides, his agency follows his words more than anyone, as he's their top-ranking idol

yandere!idol!oikawa who gives you more attention and fan service at their fan meet. and best believe, he makes sure you are always on the list. it doesn't matter what the other fans or his agency say. you deserve to be there, more than anyone else

yandere!idol!oikawa who instantly notices you in the sea of fans upon returning from overseas events. it's a shame that you couldn't attend every international event with him, but just knowing that you're waiting for his arrival is enough to soothe his aching heart

yandere!idol!oikawa whose eyes follow your every movement, even when you hide yourself in the far back, content with using your camera lens to take ultra hd photos of him. he flashes you a warm, bright smile, heart fluttering at the rapid shutters echoing from your position

yandere!idol!oikawa who always point in your direction before posing. he needs everyone to know that his poses are for you and you only. he doesn't care that several other fansites and journalists capture the same photo, as you are the only one who can capture his vivid beauty the way he likes it

yandere!idol!oikawa who quickly changes into his civilian disguise whenever his schedule is done for the day. he slithers away from the prying eyes of his managers and co-workers until he finds you near the company building, checking the photos you took of him

yandere!idol!oikawa who hides himself behind a wall or blends with the crowd as he follows you home. he snickers to himself, fully aware of the irony that an idol is the one following a fan home, not the other way around. he just couldn't help it! he needs to make sure that his dearest fansite arrives home safely

yandere!idol!oikawa who had memorised sneaking into your house the moment you fall asleep. he smiles to himself at the obvious impact he has in your life. numerous pictures of him framed on your walls, his albums (both group and solo) displayed nicely on the shelves; and, of course, your precious camera beside your computer, slowly importing all the photos of him

yandere!idol!oikawa who takes out his own camera and begins taking pictures of you. It doesn't matter that you're asleep and unaware of his actions. besides, ignorance is bliss, right?

    staring out at the bar, you’re hands rest on your hips, hand towel thrown over your shoulder. a live band plays music in the corner, a mix of classic rock and folk filling whatever gaps of silence come from patrons’ conversations. the bar is filled for the evening, one of your bartenders starting mixing another drink. 

  taking in a deep breath, you step up to the bar, sporting a smile. “so, what can i get you this fine evening?” you try to speak up, catching the man’s gaze.

  “uh just one sake martini, dry,” he sets down his phone, gaze searching your figure. 

  furrowing your eyebrows, you lean a little closer, assuming you hadn’t heard him right. “i’m sorry sir, I don’t think i heard you right. could you repeat that order?”