#THE THINGS I WISH HIS TONGUE WOULD DO TO MEEEE

[emeraldbabygirl]

i haven't watched the later high & low movies since iwata isn't a main character in those 😂😂 i might watch the series but idk yet

i totally recommend vav's last mv tho!! so good i can't get enough of it, and they've had some great outfits for their stages. who's your bias?

also im watching some jsb3 mvs and stumbled upon the motorcycle daddy one skgskshk i'm a iwata babe but naoto has been attacking me recently 😵😵😵

https://youtu.be/xpfkyxqEFgg

i'm really trying to find the video where he sticks his tongue out 😵😭

I personally like the worst and worst x movies better cause I like like Todoroki and Odejima and Tsukasa very much 🥺

Hopefully I get around to watching the new mv idk tho. Also I like them all but St.Van is my fav. What about you?

Uhhh which one is Naoto again? WAIT NAOTO IS HE THE ONE WHO PLAYS JESSE IN END OF SKY CAUSE HES SCARY. ALSO THAT GIF IS SO SO YUMMY OF HIM AND IDK WHAT THAT LINK IS BUT I WILL LOOK AT IT 👀👀👀👀 thank you <3

[miguelswifey04]

I JUST GOT THE MOST ANGSTY IDEA WITH MIGUEL AND I HAD TO TELL YOU

So, Reader is usually a happy person but not super bubbly yk? But reader loved Miguel, And Miguel loved them too. But they were both to scared to do so, and they didn’t confess. But as time went on Reader just lost the love they felt for Miguel. And they became distant with Miguel and Miguel instantly notices.

After a few days he asks reader what’s up with them and why are they ignoring him, and reader just says “I don’t think I love you anymore” and it just crushes Miguel heart knowing that they could’ve of been a couple if only he just confessed earlier.

(Poot Miguel omg)

YOU ARE KILLING MEEEE BC THIS HAPPENED TO ME DURING QUARANTINE BEFORE I MET MY BF 😭

miguel o’hara x gn! reader (angst)

summary: neither of you were courageous enough to confess to each other about your true feelings. now, you’re the one who’s starting to move on yet miguel is still latched onto you. it’ll hurt him more than it’ll hurt you to tell him you don’t love him the same anymore.

though miguel wished he could have said something before, he didn’t. miguel was never one to be outright about his feelings nor was he confident in himself. he’d always second guess himself because he felt as if anything good that happened in his life would soon disappear. he loved you more than anything and so did you. it was possible you loved him more than he loved you. though, miguel later on fell harder for you as you began to lose feelings for him.

as the days passed and your feelings for miguel began to fade, a heaviness settled in your heart. it wasn't an instant realization; it was a slow, gradual decline that left you feeling confused and distant. you had enough. you thought your feelings weren’t being reciprocated but you and him were idiotic enough to never tell each other how you truly felt.

miguel couldn't help but notice the change in your behavior. concerned, he approached you, seeking answers for your sudden distance. you’d always be glued by his side and not once would he brush you away. you were truly his other half but things somehow always change. a heavy silence hung in the air before you mustered the courage to speak.

“i don't think i love you anymore," you finally confessed, the words agonizingly heavy on your tongue. it was a painful admission, one that shattered miguel’s heart. the way you could see the color drain out of his body and the way his tensed shoulders instantly slumped down.

time seemed to stand still in that moment as miguel’s expression shifted from confusion to sadness. the weight of missed opportunities and unspoken feelings settled in his chest, leaving him feeling regretful and broken.

miguel’s voice was barely a whisper as he responded, "i...i wish i had told you how i felt sooner. maybe things could have been different." your eyes welled up with tears, a mix of sorrow and regret. "i wish we had been honest with each other. maybe we could have been something more."

in that moment, the weight of unrequited love and missed chances hung heavy in the air. both you and miguel knew you had been too afraid to take that leap, to confess your feelings and embrace the possibility of something beautiful. now, the opportunity had slipped through your fingers. you shared a moment, your hearts heavy with what could have been. it was a bittersweet acknowledgement of the love that had slowly faded, leaving you with the ache of unfulfilled potential. though your paths had diverged, you and miguel would forever carry the memory of what could have been. you learned the importance of taking chances, of opening up you hearts to the possibility of love. and through this painful experience, you found the strength to be honest with yourselves and others, even if it came with heartache.

now, you had finally moved on, but, for miguel he couldn’t find the strength in him to move on from you. you were his everything and all that he could have ever wanted in his life. but at last things don’t seem to turn out the way miguel had wanted too.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @meeom @emiemiemiii

[dollivication]

ugh….cannot stand people who think 5dante is ugly cause he’s old….i would let him hold me captive and treat me like a little dolly…horny posting but…

like his musk?….the feeling of his chest hair and meaty arms?….his stubble tickling my inner thighs?….i want this man to literally kidnap me im soooo so serious….

or imagine dante hypnotizing you to submit to him…..using some fucked up hypnosis…..like grrrr….imagine him corrupting you to be some dumb little girl or a little pet….conditioned to be some mindless pleasure doll for him….FUCKKKK I WISH MY VIBE DIDNT FUCKING BREAK ON ME LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!NOW IM THINKING ABOUT HIM USING A WAND ON MEEEE!!!!

I NEED HIM INSIDE EVERY OPENING SO BADDDD FUCKKCKCJDBSN!!!!.?.!.!!.

i want his hair tickling my inner thighs hisface DEEP in my kitty…..his dirty nasty fingers in me idc if they’re unwashed and calloused from wielding weapons….

SORRY IM FEELING SO COMBUSTED RIGHT NOWWWW ALSO RHINKING OF THE BOT OF URS WITH THE MASTER DANTE OWNING A SUBMISSIVE PUPPY LIKE IF I COULD MAKE HIM TIE ME UP AND FORCE A TOY ON ME FOR HOURS FUFUSHSHSHSU

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🌷NON THIS IS SOFUCKINGREAL I FELT THIS IN MY BONES OH MY GOD… and dew people actualy think that….??? goodness they’d hate this blog… the fact he’s old is literally what makes me jork it….;;

DANTE WOULD BE SUUUUCH AN ICKY KIDNAPPPER!!! always drugging yew telling you to “eat your candy” because it’s what “good girls do”…. puts his fingers in your mouth to make sure you actually swallow whatever he gives yew AHWUUYGYHGGHH

once he gets yu all nice and docile, he’ll make you go stupid on his fingers, tongue, and cock!! don’t blame him, your pussy is just so cute and tastes so yummy and makes him feel so good! you’re his little sex doll that he looooves filling to the brim with cum…

he LOVESSS filling your innocent little head with dirty, impure thoughts!! laik oh do you like when he fucks you just like that? you’re such a slut! but it’s okay because you’re his slut, and he’s gonna take gooood care of his cumdump :3

he’s ALL about overstimulating yew 2!! he’ll force a vibrator against your clit while he thrusts his cock into you so deeply that it kisses your cervix!!

maybe he’ll even share a double ended dildo with you to see just how desperate you can get before wanting the real thing! it’ll be a bonding moment, the two of you rocking your hips on the silicone as he holds ur hand and taunts you for liking something so nasty<33

dante is the type to take the time to make you addicted to him, manipulating you into relying on him so much so that nothing can bring you to an orgasm or make you wet but him!! he is DisgustingZ….;;; ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა

[kira-fluff]

please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺

a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do! 

Context provided, don’t worry babes 

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)

Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods) 

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“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1

Saeyoung 

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile 

Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was 

He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms 

Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan 

Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE 

He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this 

He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know) 

Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?” 

His morning voice was... nice. 

You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little 

(It wasn’t subtle) 

But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference 

Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything. 

“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.” 

You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.” 

A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo 

But he was NOT about to lose 

Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser 

“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.” 

You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.

Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes 

“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”

You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”

A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face 

“I win.” 

“Eat a dick, Seven.” 

“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“ 

You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely 

Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight

It is WAR 

Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers 

“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable

Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you 

“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!” 

“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!” 

You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!” 

Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him 

He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide 

Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force 

Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”

“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”

Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”

His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more 

You bit your lip 

“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.” 

“Bold of you to assume--” 

“Just shut up and kiss me again.” 

Wish granted ;) 

Yoosung 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.

Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung 

So when night came, you were ready to go to a party 

Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung 

“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear. 

Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod 

You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt. 

But... you decided not to say anything. 

Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you 

When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!” 

You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was 

and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves 

Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol 

Cuz he had a LOT of it 

In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time

Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!

You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music 

You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest 

Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back

Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon 

“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.” 

“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice” 

Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung?? 

You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!” 

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls 

Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?! 

The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all. 

What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong. 

You walked over to the resort bar tender

Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?” 

“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool. 

“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”

“That’s kind of the point.”

He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?” 

You nodded, exasperated. 

You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace. 

“’nother one.” 

He obliged, pouring another glass for you. 

Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly. 

You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form 

You laughed, it all seemed to funny 

Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers. 

Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you. 

But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes 

You were alone. 

Yoosung. 

Your mood brightened just by remembering his name

Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room 

One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard 

Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state 

He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools 

Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin 

“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...” 

“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?” 

You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him 

“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.” 

Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying 

“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee” 

Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.” 

Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight. 

“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~” 

Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.” 

“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--” 

He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers

He basically ran to your resort room from there

Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face 

Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises

Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting 

Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me” 

Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom 

He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy 

Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle 

“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?” 

You giggled back, shaking your head 

“Liar.” 

“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee” 

“No!” 

You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling 

“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not.” 

“Yeah, you are.” 

You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him 

He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him 

You pouted, “That’s no fun.” 

After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan

“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff” 

“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”

“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.” 

“S-stop..” He said through the door. 

“Please?” 

Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help. 

He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were. 

You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me” 

“I’m not going to.”

“You said you’d help me!” 

“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!” 

“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?” 

“I didn’t think it through that far.” 

You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you. 

He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret. 

 At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet. 

It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed. 

He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now

and he blamed himself. 

He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out 

Looking at you again, he sighed. 

Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.” 

Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.” 

Jumin 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window

You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin 

Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.” 

You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)

Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before

Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again. 

You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?” 

Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.” 

“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.  

You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!” 

Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan. 

He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.” 

You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!” 

His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant” 

He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward 

He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose

With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground 

“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?” 

You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?” 

Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?” 

“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!” 

“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”

“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!” 

Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!” 

“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.

He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.” 

“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!” 

“What other explanation is there?” 

You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Oh yeah?” he challenged. 

“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart. 

Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours. 

Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat. 

After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss

You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you. 

He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt. 

You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”

Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants. 

Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.” 

Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore. 

Zen 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.

You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light 

He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.” 

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?” 

You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling. 

“I love you, Zen. So much.” 

“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...” 

You laughed shyly, “yeah..” 

“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.” 

You looked up at him, peacefully grinning. 

“Hey, let’s get married.” 

Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!” 

You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.” 

Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not. 

Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.” 

He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?” 

Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep. 

“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently. 

The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare. 

....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you.  - 3 months later

In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended. 

“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?” 

You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.” 

He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept 

He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash. 

“Y/N?!” 

He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you. 

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!” 

You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”

Zen was having NONE of that

He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness - 

you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes. 

“How long was I out..?” 

“For a few minutes.” 

You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER. 

All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern. 

“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.” 

You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes. 

Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?” 

The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.” 

You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!” 

The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.” 

“There’s still a diagnosis?!” 

You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor. 

He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.” 

Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked

“O-oh, oh my gosh!!” 

Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears) 

This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS

-

I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right? 

[mizunetzu]

Oikawa x reader - Hypnotic Manga Page

⚠️warnings - reader bein a sneaky lil hypnotist :^), second hand embarrassment?

Pronouns - genderneutral, they/them

——————

‘Dear diary..’

(Y/n’s) hands trembled ever so slightly as their pen glided across their worn-out diary. The words “Property of (L/n) (Y/n)” on the cover in washed-out, black liner seemed to fade into the book even more. It was clearly used many times, ingrained in the hands of (Y/n) like a protective parent.

(Y/n) glanced back to where Oikawa Tooru, ladies man and popular third year at Seijoh, sat dazed and sedated on the floor of his room. 

‘Today, I have captured an angel.’

———

Oikawa chuckled, entertaining his crowd of fans as usual. It never failed to surprise him how so much of them could fawn over him every day. Doesn’t it get draining? Don’t they have other things to do?

“O-Oikawa-san!” One of them stuttered. She held her closed fists to her chest as she bowed down. “For the science project assigned today...!”

“D-d-do you have a partner yet?!”

Girls started talking over each other, saying things like “Be partners with me, Oikawa-san!” Or “No! Be partners with me!” All the well ganging up on him and batting their eyelashes. 

Oikawa shrugged, scratching his neck. “I’m sorry ladies, in my class the partners were already assigned. I’m with this person named (L/n) (Y/n).” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes lit up.

“Actually-!” Oikawa clasped his hands together. “Do you know anything about them? I don’t think I’ve ever...seen...them before. And that’s saying something.”

Some of the girls' faces turned sour, while others looked at him in confusion. 

“(L/n)? Sorry, I’ve never heard of them before.”

“Oh...they’re a bit quiet, they don’t talk to anyone-they just keep their head down.”

“Yeah, they seem like a real wimp...they keep their head down so much I don’t think I’ve ever seen their face before.”

A girl chuckled at her own statement. Oikawa raised an eyebrow. 

“Well, I’m going over to their house today to discuss the project. Wish me luck, ladies.” 

It was true. There was no practice today, and they had the whole weekend ahead of them to work on the project. How fun.

Speaking of the assignment, Oikawa bid his harem farewell, heading towards the gates of Aoba Johsai. 

He pulled out a piece of paper. This so-called (L/n) (Y/n) scribbled out their address onto a piece of notebook paper, and insisted that they talk there. Oikawa read over the rushed writing carefully. Maybe they were just a bit shy, and they were more comfortable doing things in private. 

Yeah...just a bit shy...

——

Oikawa rang the doorbell. He found himself standing in front of a small-ish looking apartment complex, standing in front of the door marked “938”. Either their family was on the poor side, they lived alone, or he was in the wrong place entirely. 

The door creaked open. Someone with (e/c) colored eyes peeked timidly through the tiny sliver of space they gave themself. Oikawa smiled his usual charming smile, and waved. 

“Ya-ho!” He bent down so he was face-to-face with the peeking eyes through the door. Their eyes widened. “Are you (L/n)-san? I’m your partner, you gave me your address in class earlier?”

The door shut abruptly. Oikawa flinched, standing back up straight awkwardly. That was odd. He heard shuffling from inside the apartment, before the door swung open again. 

There stood (Y/n), in house slippers and sweatpants, along with a fresh, comfy looking shirt with a tiny cat printed on the chest. 

They looked everywhere but Oikawa’s face, fumbling with their hands behind their back and shifting their weight between their legs ever so slightly. 

“Hey...” (Y/n’s) voice was barely audible. Oikawa smiled reassuringly. 

“Hi! May I come in?” 

“Of course-!”

(Y/n) stepped off to the side, granting Oikawa access to their apartment. Oikawa stepped in with a smile, bending down to take off his shoes.

“Do you live alone?” 

“Mhm...” 

(Y/n) watched with fixated eyes as Oikawa removed his shoes. The Oikawa Tooru was in their house. Their own house. The man they loved since middle school, the man who they’d watched from afar for years, the one who they had no virtual chance being with...

Was in their home. Taking off his shoes and smiling. 

Oikawa turned around. (Y/n) quickly averted their eyes. “Wanna do this assignment in your room...?”

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded, and beckoned Oikawa down the hallway. Opening the door to their room, they sat down on their bed, while Oikawa sat down on the floor. (Y/n) cleared their throat.

“Um...I forgot to take notes today in class, sorry...uh...do you have the notes we took today?”

Oikawa mused out a “Of course!”, and shedded off his backpack. He opened it lazily, and pulled out notebook after notebook. After shuffling through the bag, in the process he pulled out a colorful looking manga volume. 

“What’s that?”

“Oh, this?” Oikawa stopped digging in his backpack and held up the book. “It’s manga I borrow from a girl every week.”

“...is she your girlfriend?” (Y/n) balled up some of his bedsheets in his hands sheepishly. Oikawa shook his head. 

“Nope. But there was a weird chapter in it this week...” Oikawa shuffled through the pages. (Y/n) tentatively dropped down from their bed to look over Oikawa's shoulder.  “Found it!”

Oikawa shifted the book to give (Y/n) a better look. 

“...Hypnosis?”

“Yeah, the protag of the manga got hypnotized by the ‘love interest’, this page is just one of those extra filler pages they use to separate the chapters. I totally think the ‘love interest’ is the villain, though...”

Sure enough, the page displayed a fun little step-by-step guide on how to hypnotize your friends. (Y/n) looked at the steps, then back to Oikawa’s beautiful face. He was saying something, and his voice was angelic and perfect, but he couldn’t register a thing he was saying. (Y/n’s) eyes flickered back to the hypnosis page.

The main character...was hypnotized by the love interest...

“Oikawa-san...” (Y/n’s) voice was soft as they plucked the book out from his hands. Oikawa stopped mid-sentence, and hummed in response.

“We have time...why don’t we try out this hypnosis thing?”

——

And that was the story of how Oikawa ended up silent and tranced on the floor of (Y/n’s) room. Each time (Y/n) would look back up from their diary, they would nudge Oikawa with the tip of their foot, and each time they gained no response. Oikawa was really hypnotized. They could make him do whatever they wanted.

(Y/n) snapped their diary shut, and crawled towards Oikawa. They leaned their face in real close, examining Oikawa’s face. Oikawa didn’t move or shrink back, he didn’t even blink as (Y/n) looked at his face. His beautiful brown eyes were cloudy and dull...and his delicious lips were parted ever so slightly...

(Y/n) eventually pulled back, with an idea coursing through their veins. It was kind of taboo, and wrong on so many levels, but nonetheless, (Y/n) picked up Oikawa’s borrowed manga and flipped through the pages.

‘Once I snap my fingers, you will be my lover! You will be deeply in love with me!’ A girl said, waving her hands around a boy’s face. She snapped her fingers, and the boy suddenly awoken. He immediately clung to the girl’s arm, nuzzling her hair and exclaiming his love for her.’

(Y/n) shut the book.

They turned back to Oikawa, who hadn't moved an inch since he’d gone under trance. He was staring at the floor ahead of him with a dull face. 

“Oikaw...Tooru-kun...” (Y/n) inched toward Oikawa, before sitting down in front of him. They waved their hands in front of his face, grabbing Oikawa’s attention and making his eyes follow them absentmindedly.

“When I snap my fingers...you...” (Y/n) hesitated, swallowing thickly, before going on. “You will believe we were dating for...months, and you will be deeply in love with me.”

(Y/n) waited and swayed their hand side to side a second longer, watching Oikawa’s relaxed eyes follow them around obediently like a dog. (Y/n) brought their hand to the middle of Oikawa’s face, and snapped their fingers.

Oikawa jolted awake. (Y/n) flinched back, backing up shyly as Oikawa blinked and rubbed at his eyes. (Y/n) watched him with an expression akin to a deer in the headlights of a truck, in the middle of a street.

Oikawa’s eyes landed sleepily on (Y/n). They stiffened. 

“Ah! Did I fall asleep on you? Ehehe, sorry, (Y/n)-chan.” 

The use of their first name made (Y/n) shrink up more. They were sure their cheeks were on fire. They didn’t have time to blush however, as Oikawa began crawling towards them.

(Y/n) sputtered, and began moving back. Oikawa trailed towards (Y/n) with a confused expression as they slinked back bashfully, until they were backed up against their bedroom wall.

Oikawa pouted, examining (Y/n’s) extremely flustered expression. He sighed dramatically, and buried his face into (Y/n’s) neck. (Y/n) squawked, as Oikawa relaxed and sighed into their shoulder.

“Why are you running away from meee...” Oikawa sulked. “I thought my (Y/n)-chan loved meeee...”

(Y/n) froze. They silently breathed for a second, trying to take everything in. Oikawa Tooru was currently nuzzling into their neck, hypnotized, while they sat cornered against the wall of their bedroom.

“I-“ (Y/n) almost felt guilty for saying this. Almost. “I do love you, Tooru-kun! I love you so much...” 

Oikawa grinned into the crevasse (Y/n’s) neck. 

“...Is it because I’m your super cute boyfriend?” Oikawa stuck his head up from (Y/n’s) shoulder to stick his tongue out cutely. (Y/n) nodded tentatively.

“Yay~!” Oikawa chuckled, burying himself back into (Y/n). He was practically laying on top of them with the way his body covered their own like a lanky blanket. 

They laid there for a second, before Oikawa reluctantly sat back up. He stretched out his arms as he gave a little groan.

“Anyways...ehehe..we should probably get to work—“

“Actually-!” (Y/n) shot up, grabbing onto Oikawa’s shoulders, with a sudden burst of confidence they didn’t seem to have three seconds ago. Oikawa blinked.

“We...have all weekend...why don’t we go on a date? I’ll pay, my treat for my lovely boyfriend~” (Y/n) smiled sweetly. They pushed the guilt and morals down their throat just a bit longer to watch Oikawa’s eyes glisten at the mention of a date. 

And who was he to say no to his wonderful lover?

——

(Y/n) shoved the icky feeling down inside their throat as they entered a small restaurant, hand in hand with their ‘boyfriend’ Oikawa. 

“Gosh, these chairs are so small…” Oikawa said, slipping into a small booth opposite to (Y/n). (Y/n) sat down quietly, picking up a menu provided to them by a waiter. 

“That’s only because you’re so damn tall..” 

Oikawa chuckled. “I am, aren’t I? But you still love me~”

(Y/n) gulped. 

“Yeah.”

Ordering quickly, Oikawa started chatting about whatever came to mind at the moment. All (Y/n) could do, however, was stare. Stare as Oikawa Tooru, hypnotized, sat across from them on a date he was forced to go on. (Y/n) wanted to enjoy it, they really did, but the consciousness that Oikawa deep down was probably confused as to why his body was moving and talking and acting on its own ate them up from the inside.

Eventually, the food arrived, and (Y/n) stuffed their mouth with food to avoid saying anything embarrassing. Oikawa found it cute, though.

“Slow down, food’s not goin’ anywhere.” Oikawa laughed. (Y/n) hunched their shoulders in embarrassment, swallowing down a thick piece of food.

“Sorry.”

“S’ok, cutie~”

Oikawa munched on his food for a bit, before furrowing his brows. 

“Y’know,” Oikawa slouched back in seat. “Even though we’ve been dating for months, this feels like the first time we’ve ever really went on a date.” 

(Y/n) choked on their food. Oikawa watched as (Y/n) broke into a cold sweat, trying to swallow the lump in their throat. He raised his eyebrow nonchalantly. “I don’t think I can recall a single time we went on a date.”

(Y/n) coughed quietly into their sleeve. “Uh...don’t you remember?”

“Remember what?”

“You told me that you didn’t want your fangirls knowing about us some time ago, and that’s why we never went on any dates.” (Y/n) tittered, a confident face back on their face. “So technically this really is our first date, huh, Tooru-kun?”

“Since I’m so unpopular and weird and stuff...and you’re all popular and pretty...we didn’t want your reputation to suffer…” (Y/n’s) mouth was overflowing with lies. Though, they were kind of shocked how quick they were able to lie on the spot. That didn’t mean they didn’t feel bad, though.

“Ah. I suppose so.” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head with a breathy laugh. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Mhm.” (Y/n) stuffed their mouth with food once again. Maybe if they kept their mouth plugged, no more lies would seep out, and they wouldn’t end up lying their way into something they can’t get out of. In all actuality, (Y/n) didn’t even know how the hell Oikawa believed them so easily, too. 

There’s just some things (Y/n) would never understand about hypnotized people, huh?

——

(Y/n) felt guilty that they enjoyed that date more than they should’ve. 

They knew they technically brainwashed Oikawa into playing boyfriend with them, but they had to admit, talking and linking arms with him all day was like a dream come true. Even if it was all a game of forced pretend.

(Y/n) fumbled around for their apartment key while Oikawa played with their hair. “Tooru?” Their voice was weak, and a bit strained from how terrible they felt on the inside. Oikawa hummed, noticing the pained features on (Y/n’s) face.

“What’s wrong, cutie?” Oikawa jutted his bottom lip out as he followed (Y/n) to their room. “Do you feel bad that we didn’t get any work done for our project after all? Because like you said we have all weekend-“

“N-no, it’s not that…” 

Oikawa watched as (Y/n) plopped down on their desk’s chair, huddling up into a small ball of culpability. Oikawa pouted once more. “What is it, (Y/n)-chan? You’re worrying me.”

“Don’t call me that-! That’s...that’s only something lovers do-!”

��But,” Oikawa gestured to himself, chuckling. “We are lovers, are we not? I’m literally your boyfriend?”

(Y/n) felt their chest tighten. “Oikawa.”

“Hey-we’re using last names now-?”

“Go to sleep.”

In seconds, Oikawa’s face fell and his shoulders slumped forward. His eyes, half-lidded as they were, focused on nothing in particular, staring straight ahead with the most dull expression on his face. (Y/n) stood up from their chair, and guided Oikawa down to sit on the bed with a heavy exhale. Oikawa obediently sunk down.

(Y/n) stood in front of him, sighing and rubbing their face. “Uuuu...I’m such a terrible person...”

They eventually turned back to the dazed Oikawa sitting on their bed, making up their mind and huffing. They raised their hand up to trace Oikawa’s vision back and forth like it did in the manga, and how they did the first time.

“Oikawa-san...I’m really sorry...and I hope you’ll forgive me...and I hope none of your fangirls saw us...” Oikawa didn’t respond, only following (Y/n’s) waving finger with his eyes lazily. 

“You...” (Y/n) bit their lip. “You don’t really love me. We were never dating. When I bring you out of this, uh, trance, you’ll be back to normal and not hypnotized anymore.”

(Y/n) once again brought their fingers to the middle of Oikawa’s vision. They hesitated. Some evil part of them was screaming not to, Oikawa would be mad and would want to switch partners, and that this was the moment they’d been waiting for forever. And they were just gonna give it up like that? 

They shook the devil off their shoulder. It was wrong. Period. They’d rather have Oikawa hate them than have him be internally forced to be in a relationship with someone he doesn’t even know for the rest of his life. 

They sighed. Their hand was beginning to feel heavy holding it up infront of Oikawa’s face for so long. At least that one ‘date’ they had would stay in their heart for forever. As a little memento of how wonderful Oikawa is as a boyfriend, and how horrible of a person (Y/n) was. 

(Y/n) pursed their lips, but before they could snap their fingers, they heard chuckling. Looking at Oikawa, he was laughing and covering his mouth, seemingly trying to silence his fit of laughter.

“Pfft-ahahaha-! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Sorry...A-ahem, lemme just-“ 

Oikawa tried to resume his ‘I’m-hypnotized-and-helpless’ blank face, but in a matter of seconds he broke back into a smirk and sputtered into laughter again. (Y/n) stood there dumbly.

“H-Huh...?”

Oikawa wiped at his eyes, momentarily looking up at (Y/n). He stood up, making (Y/n) step back, and stretched out his arms with a big yawn. “Damn, pretending to be hypnotized really takes a lot outta you, huh?”

(Y/n) opened and closed their mouth repeatedly, trying to find the words to speak but ending up looking like a fish out of water. 

“Oh, right.” Oikawa smirked, leaning towards (Y/n’s) face and pointing to himself. “I was awake the whole time. I just found it cute how you thought you had so much control.”

“I mean,” Oikawa threw back his head, chuckling. “Hypnosis? Ahahaha! I don’t think a measly manga page is gonna teach you how to hypnotize someone for real! Like-I was just playing along because I thought you were gonna make me do something stupid, but-“

Oikawa stopped when (Y/n’s) knees buckled, making them fall to the ground pathetically. He crouched down, amused, while (Y/n) curled up into a ball and covered their face in pure humiliation.

“Gooooosh, I’m so...” (Y/n) whimpered. Oikawa snickered, playing with a strand of (Y/n’s) hair. “I wanna die...god, I’m so sorry-“

“Don’t be. I thought it was cute. I think you’re cute~” 

(Y/n) peeked through their fingers with a confused expression. Oikawa sat back on his behind, and smiled. 

“Huh?”

“I mean, you ‘hypnotized’ me into being your boyfriend, right? You don’t need hypnotism for that.”

“Next Saturday at six? After we do the project? We can go on a real date this time.” 

(Y/n) looked at him blankly. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Dude, I literally just manipulated you into being my boyfriend and took you out on a date that could’ve ruined your reputation, and you’re asking me out on a date?”

Oikawa shrugged. “Yeah. Seems about right.”

(Y/n) sunk back into the floor. “This is too good to be true...it’s not real...not real at all...”

“Well, I’ll let you dwell on my offer, (Y/n)-chan~” Oikawa poked at (Y/n’s) cheeks, before crawling over to his backpack.

“But we should really get started on our project.”

——

‘Dear diary.’

(Y/n) scribbled down in their black notebook. They had to keep hiding the page they were writing on from Oikawa’s prying eyes, though that was to be expected since they were literally laying across Oikawa’s lap while they discussed their project. 

‘Today, I really did capture an angel.’

——————

how was it ahahaha pls comment yer boy is desperate for feedback

[bbysamu]

Don’t - How Long? Series Part II 

✎ Featuring: OIKAWA Toru x you, IWAIZUMI Hajime x you

✎ song: don’t by Bryson Tiller 

✎ Genre: angst 

Part I 

[10:30 pm] Iwaizumi Hajime stood outside your slightly ajar door, panting, trying to catch his breath after running. He ran his hands through his hair, eyes closed in annoyance at what had unfolded the past hour. 

Hajime watched at his best friend disappear behind the closed door with Mai. He was ready to give Oikawa another chance, a chance to make things right. Oikawa Toru should be the one standing outside your door right now, not him. 

He gently pushed open the door, the room was dark except for the little nightlight you always leave on. He adjusted quickly to the darkness, the little nightlight guiding his eyes to you curled up on the carpet, fists clenching your shirt, passed out from crying. 

He crouched down to pick you up and put you in bed. He sighed before gently reaching a finger out to tuck your hair behind your ear, his fingers accidentally grazing the tears still wet on your cheeks. 

Hajime knew he should leave. If he stayed, maybe he’d be overstepping his boundaries. But, he couldn’t help himself from sitting at the edge of your bed. Iwaizumi sighed again, this time putting his face in his palm, his mind wandering. 

[The Beginning] 

Hajime let out a little annoyed huff as Oikawa babbled on and on about some alien thing he saw on discovery channel last night. He looked up at the sky, instinctively bringing up his right hand to shield his eyes from the bright summer sun. 

“Wait for meeee!” 

Iwaizumi and Oikawa immediately stopped at the sound of your voice, though Hajime continued walking right after. 

He turned around and watched as Oikawa caught you in his arms before delicately planting a kiss on your cheeks. 

“Iwa-chan, I said wait for me!” 

He forced himself to look at you. He really should have no problem looking at you, his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend. But how could he, when you look like...you. 

You with your cheeks red from running. You in your school uniform. You with your eyes that reminds him of the carefree summers of childhood. You cuddled up next to Oikawa, when all he really wanted was for you to cuddle up next to him. 

“Hello? Earth to Idiot #1!” you said, waving your hand in front of his face. 

“What do you want idiot #2?” 

He couldn’t help but grin as you laughed. The three idiots. That’s the way you guys have always been since you were young. The three of you best friends, until one day Oikawa decided he likes you and you like him too. 

Now whenever he sees the two of you, Hajime wants to kick himself in the head for not realizing his feelings for you earlier, then maybe, you would be his, instead of Oikawa’s. 

[The Beginning of Mai] 

The first time Mai saw Oikawa Toru she felt...nothing. 

The second time Mai saw Oikawa Toru, she knew she wanted him. 

The second time Mai saw Oikawa he wasn’t alone like before, he was with you. Mai has seen you around school before, you were a third year like him and you were really pretty. And that left a bad taste in her mouth. 

Like the rest of the school, she was a regular attendee of Seijoh’s volleyball games. She soon found herself wishing she was you as you stood in the stands wearing the #1 on your back. She looked down as the team surrounded you, laughing and cracking jokes. She glared at you enviously as Oikawa wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling you in the crook of your neck. You laughing and trying to push him away, but the grip of his embrace only tightened. The two of you were the picture perfect couple and the sight made Mai sick. 

Mai knew she was pretty, a different kind of beauty from you. While you were more of that innocent, sweet girl type, Mai was the opposite, she’s always been told she was...wild? Her eyes gleamed with a type of flirtatious mischief. 

The first time Mai talked to Oikawa, he was not interested. 

But Mai was nothing if not persistent. 

So the next time she found a moment alone with him, she had him sticking his tongue down her throat. 

She knew he tried to leave her, but Mai knew she could offer him something you wouldn’t -- her body. 

So it began, week after week, her secret rendezvous with Aoba Johsai’s pretty captain. 

♫ Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest Still not understandin' this logic ♫

Iwaizumi Hajime first noticed the scratch marks on Oikawa’s back and knew something was wrong. The whole team shocked as the ace grabbed the captain and threw him against the locker. 

“What the heck is that on your back?” Hajime growled. 

“none of your business.” Oikawa said, pushing the ace off of him. 

“Are you cheating on (Y/N)?” 

Oikawa froze, before looking at Iwaizumi. “please don't tell her. You know I love her, its just needs...” 

Hajime looked at him in disgust, “what the f*k Toru. She’s our BEST FRIEND and your GIRLFRIEND. You couldn’t even keep it in your pants?” 

Oikawa knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help but get defensive, “are you gonna tell her? it’s almost midterm season, we both know how stressed out she is, so help me protect her. I’m gonna break it off with Mai  soon. I promise”. 

Oikawa knew Iwaizumi would do anything to protect you and hated himself for manipulating his best friend. 

But that is the last thing on his mind as he stood back against the tiny storage closet in the gym, Mai’s lips on his. 

[7 am] Iwaizumi Hajime woke up with the sun in his eyes. He looked to his left to find you still sleeping on your bed. He rolled out his shoulder, sore from sleeping in a seated position. He set down a glass of water next to your bed and left. 

He came face to face with Oikawa outside, hair disheveled from whatever he and Mai were doing last night. 

“I ended things with her” Oikawa whispered. 

Hajime looked at him in disbelief, before letting out a hollowed laughter, “great job” he said, before forcing himself to walk away. It took him all that he had not to punch Oikawa and force him out of your life. 

But he remembered the tears on your lashes last night and knew this was a conversation the two of you needed to have. 

[7:30 am] You rolled over in bed, eyes barely able to open. You turned to look at the water next to you and smiled slightly at the post-it note scribbled the word “drink” in Iwaizumi’s boyish handwriting. You brought the glass to your lips and let out a sigh as memories of last night flooded your brain. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, too tired to be angry. 

“Y/N?” You jumped slightly at the sound of Oikawa’s voice. You spare him a glance, unable to look at him without images of him and Mai popping up in your head. 

The sound of his knees hitting the floor as he apologized. You watched as tears flooded his eyes, words a mixture of “I'm sorry. I don’t know what happened. She means nothing, I promise”. 

You look at Oikawa, kneeled on the floor begging for your forgiveness. Last night you thought you would forgive him if he came to you. But last night when you opened your eyes, it wasn’t Toru who was there with you, but Iwaizumi. 

You closed your eyes, tears chasing each other down your cheeks. 

“I love you”. 

“no you don’t.” Your words surprising yourself. Your mother’s words echoed in your brain, “if a boy really loves you, he’d protect you, not hurt you”. 

You wanted nothing more but to take him back. You wanted nothing more but to turn back time. 

You smiled gently at him, “you don’t love me Toru. If you did, you’d never do this to me.”. 

Oikawa felt his heart shatter. He winced at the desperation in his voice, “please please please don't say that baby. Please give me another chance. I’ll show you, please, please let me prove it to you”. 

“We’re done. Please leave”. 

His pleas fell on deaf ears as you got up from your bed and left your room, leaving Oikawa a babbling mess. 

[8:30 am] Iwaizumi sat on the bench outside your dorm, not entirely sure what he was doing. 

♫ Girl, said he keeps on playin' games And his lovin' ain't the same I don't know what to say, but What a shame If you were mine you would not get the same ♫

His eyes widen in surprise as you pushed open the door of your dorm. The two of you stood frozen as you looked at each other. You walked over to him, cracking a sad smile. 

His mouth was dry as he said “I’m sorry (Y/N), I should’ve told you earlier.” 

You smiled at his words, knowing the only person that felt worse than you was probably Iwaizumi. 

“I know”. 

Hajime could you read like a book, the smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, the fact that you left your dorm alone meant you and Oikawa were over. 

“Come on,” he said gruffly, “lets go get some matcha latte”. 

You smiled and followed him, heart slightly warm knowing at least you still had one of your best friends. 

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Mr. Pretty Face

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When you and Sam return to the motel after a drunken night out, the boys learn how you really feel about Dean.

Warnings: themes of alcohol, drunken karaoke, and just goofy random nonsense. Mentions of sexual feels, pining; implied Dean x reader. Fluff

A/N: I don’t know where this came from. lol. A random gif-inspired piece.  I would hope you recognize the song lyrics and references, so credit to Queen and Styx for those. Also slightly influenced by random moments from the tv shows New Girl and Mom haha.

“Alright, just a little bit further. Hey, be careful! Watch the—“

Sam huffed in frustration as you tripped over your own feet and stumbled into the doorframe, despite him supporting you with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.

“Owwww. Sam, I hit a wall...with my arm!” You drawled. “Why would they put a wall here? That’s a fun word— waaallll. A walllllll....”

You kept your tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth and dragged out the “L,” giggling at the sound it made.

“Yeah, Y/N. Real funny word,” Sam sighed, glancing down at you with mild concern.

“Sammy, it’s Deeeeeaaaannnn!” you gasped. “Dean is here!”

You heard Dean chuckle as Sam helped you collapse on the bed closest to the door.

“I see you two had a fun night out.”

You rolled to your stomach upon hearing his voice, propping your elbows on the mattress and resting your head on your hands. Your feet were hanging off the bed, so you slowly alternated kicking each leg up and down.

“You’re pretty,” you observed.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dean grinned. “I was gonna ask how drunk she is, but I guess that answers my question.”

“She, uh, decided to give karaoke a shot...” Sam carded his fingers through his hair, tucking his locks behind his ears and shaking his head. “Everyone loved it so much, they bought her drinks the rest of the night.”

You beamed and began humming. Letting your hands fall from beneath your chin, you bobbed your head as you wiggled your fingers in the air in front of you.

“Need something?” Dean quirked an eyebrow.

“ScaraMOUCH, ScaraMOUCH, will you do the FanDANGO?” You rolled to your back and pointed finger guns at the ceiling with each syllable you sang. “THUNDER BOLTS AND LIGHTNING, VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING MEEEE--”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose before scooping you into his arms to slide you up the bed during your “Galileos.” You sank into the pillows, rolling your head side to side as you continued singing and conducting your invisible orchestra.

“She did Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“That explains the air piano solo,” Dean remarked.

The boys stood on either side of the bed and helped you out of your boots, socks, and flannel while you squirmed and finished the rest of your performance between fits of giggles. Sam lifted you once more so Dean pulled back the covers and tuck you in. He worked his way up your legs to your torso, tucking the fabric beneath you to make it at least a little more difficult for you to roll out of bed. When he was within your reach, you stretched a hand out and gently poked the tip of his nose.

“Boop.”

“I’m glad you had fun tonight. Wish I would’ve thought to record all of this to show you in the morning.”

“You’re so hip, Dean. Hip--that’s a fun word too. Hip, hip, hippp. ‘Pics or it didn’t haaappeeen.’“

Dean glanced over at Sam and they burst into laughter again at your behavior.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Welcome to my world. All night.”

“Ah, relax, Sammy. Think of how many times she’s had to take care of us--drunk or not. We don’t get the whole...cute, laughing, carefree thing very often.”

“Ewwwww, pantsssss,” you groaned, kicking away the covers.

Dean crossed the room wordlessly and began digging through your bag.

“Sam! Pssst, Sammyyyy,” you whispered loudly. “Don’t freak out...but I think your brother just said I’m cute.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Shhhhhh! He’s gonna hear you! Quick! Close your eyes so he can’t hear me.”

You covered your eyes with your hands and peeked at Sam between your fingers. He shook his head, pressing his lips in a hard line to conceal his smile. 

“I don’t think that’s how that... Actually, you know--nevermind. Sorry, Y/N. I’ll try to be more quiet.”

“’S’okay. Wanna know a secret?”

“Uh, well, I--”

“Secret, secret-- I’ve gotta sssecret,” you slurred as you sang again. “I wanna have the sex with your brothaaa.”

Across the room, Dean had still been smiling at your drunken rants. His amused expression became one of surprise as he creased his forehead and his eyebrows leaped toward his hairline. He drew in a deep breath, but otherwise stood motionless and gaping at your admission.

“That’s, uh...that’s nice, Y/N.” Sam swallowed uncomfortably and placed a bottle of aspirin on the nightstand beside you. “Maybe that’s something you should talk to him about.”

“I wanna have SEX with Deaaannn!”

“Okay--you, know what? On that note, I’m taking a shower and heading to bed. Dean, switch me beds and just...yeah. I’m officially passing her off to you.”

Sam scurried to the shared bathroom and quickly closed the door behind him. Your eyelids were growing heavy, but you grinned and waved when you slipped out of your drunken haze long enough to spot Dean again. He smiled at you gently and returned to your side with some clothes in hand.

“Alright. C’mon, Freddie Mercury. Let’s get you ready for bed,” he murmured as he began undoing your jeans with nimble fingers.

“Bowchicka wow wow.” You winked at him, kicking off your jeans ungracefully and giggling when they remained tangled at your ankles. “Look! No paaaantsss.”

“I see that.”

“Does that mean sexy times, says me, plus you?”

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” 

He helped you slip on your favorite pair of pajama shorts, then swapped out your tank top with one of his old t-shirts. When you “booed” and pouted your bottom lip out, he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“Get some sleep, Y/N. Believe me...we’re gonna revisit this conversation tomorrow when I know it’s you talking and not all the booze. Deal?”

“Dealio Dean-io.”

Dean walked toward the door, making sure Sam had locked it properly before he turned off the lights. Leaving the lamp on the bedside table on for his brother, he crawled into bed beside you. He settled comfortably into the mattress and stretched an arm out, pulling you toward him so you could nestle into his chest.

“G’night, Y/N.”

“Night, Mr. Pretty Face,” you mumbled.

His chest rumbled beneath your ear as he chuckled quietly to himself. The feeling of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and his soft humming were the last things you remembered as you finally drifted off to sleep.

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[askginenbardock]

Gine x Bardock: Late at night

It was 3 am and Gine was still up waiting for Bardock to come home. She couldn’t sleep all day with all her worrying. Bardock slowly opened the door to their room, expecting her to be asleep. Gine was really tired and almost fell asleep on her desk until she opened her eyes and saw Bardock coming in.

”You’re here! finally! What took you so long!“ She yelled out in relief.

“Yeah.. sorry…. Mission took longer than expected. Why are you up so late?”

”I was waiting for you silly! I couldn’t sleep all night!”

”Sorry… I’m so glad I’m finally home to see my lovely wife“ He smiled at her softly and dropped his bag to immediately give her a hug.

She quickly hugged him back tightly and smiled as she put her head on his chest.

”Never leave for that long again.” said Gine in a serious tone.

”Fine. I promise you I’ll never let that happen again.” He brushed her bangs back and kissed her forehead.

”I’m not the romantic type but I really miss doing… stuff with you.” He continued.

”Stuff? What stuff?”

”Y-you know… like the thing we just did but more and in bed….”

”Cuddling?” Gine giggled. She knew Bardock loved her cuddles and kisses more than anything else in the world. And she also knew it would get him in the mood.

“Y-yes…” Bardock looked down with his eyes and blushed.

Gine grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed and started cuddling him.

”Would you look at that… Tough guy Bardock gets defeated by MY cuddles! Don’t lie! you can’t resist them!” She teased.

“Tsk… that’s not true!“

”Okay fine then no cuddles for you tonight!” She pushed him off teasingly.

”N-no… okay f-fine…. You can beat me with your cuddles.…“

Gine lifted Bardock’s shirt slowly and he quickly noticed.

”H-hey! What are ya tryna do huh? Feeling horny! Well I’m gonna punish you so hard for doing that!” He teased her back.

”Really? I- I mean noooo! Y-you can’t punish meeee“ She sarcastically responded.

Bardock wanted to tease her more until she wanted him so badly that she would do anything to get him to touch her. He was not an easy target. He slowly lifted up his shirt, revealing his six pack and buffed up chest.

Gine immediately blushed at the sight. She hasn’t seen it for so long after all. She looked at him while he took off his shirt, now revealing his arms and biceps. He smirked at her and ran his fingers through his hair and proceeded to start dirty talking to her with in his deep voice.

“What does my needy, dirty slut need today?” He whispered.

Gine blushed really hard, ”A p-punishment! Punish me!” she said back.

Bardock crawled towards her with his hands, as if he were a feline, and grabbed her waist. He got closer and closer until he crawled up her neck with his tongue and gently kissed it.

”B-babe!” Gine nervously yelled out.

”What’s the matter, Gine? Didn’t you ask for a punishment? If you don’t like it… be careful what you wish for next time!” He grunted.

”Okay captain…”

”Heh you can stop calling me that… you’re my wife now!”

“Your wife… yes… your wife! Say that again… keep saying that….”

Bardock quickly slid his pants down and then eventually his underwear to reveal his thick, long member.

Gine looked at it in disbelief, it is as if it had gotten bigger than before.

”So you want this?” said Bardock, pointing at his dick.

”Y-yes! Y-yes!!” She nodded in excitement.

”Then beg.” He demanded with an evil smirk. It turned him on to see her beg, the same way it turned her on to see him beg.

”Please! Please give it to me! I want it!” She moaned.

”Really? Prove it! Prove it to me you slut!”

”I want it! I want it sooo badly!“ She moaned louder in a more desperate tone this time. She spread her legs and laid down, ready for him to turn her on.

”Just as I thought. Heh… don’t worry you needy slut, I got you this time!”

Bardock slid his penis inside her and started pleasuring her slowly, hitting her g spot, she moaned out so he did too. Bardock’s moans were full of grunts. His deep voice turned her on even more so she loved to hear him moan.

”Bardock! More! More! Please! I’m begging you! More!” She begged.

As she ordered, her prince followed. Bardock started going deeper this time, thrusting faster with every hump. Gine felt that he picked up the pace and started uncontrollably moaning.

”Ahh~ P-please! D-don’t stop!”

”I won’t. Ahh~ You feel so good babe”

Gine was already close and Bardock’s extreme talent at pleasuring her was not helping!

”Bardock! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-“ She came.

Luckily, he did too. He let out a soft moan and came with her, releasing all his juices inside of her. They were both extremely wet and in love.

[ninjakitty15]

Hair Today, Gone Tonight (Loki Oneshot)

It was not uncommon for Loki to take his time in his bathroom preparing himself for the day, he was a prince of Asgard after all and had to keep up appearance in every aspect. It was also not uncommon for him to stare long and hard at himself in the mirror to make sure every detail was perfect about himself, especially when he was always beside his perfect older brother the crown prince who could do nor look no wrong and constantly demanded all eyes to be on him. It was then slightly more uncommon for Loki to linger at his reflection as only once in a grand while would he actually find an imperfection or flaw that needed his utmost attention and time to fix or magic away. So in theory it was normal for Loki to take an awfully long time glaring at his reflection once more before he greeted the rest of the royal court of Asgard. Today was however an exception to all these things as it was a very rare occurrence for him to be cursing the Norns and growling in frustration during his daily preparations. The reason for this of course was because what was staring back at him in the mirror between his keen nose and his snarling, thin upper lip wasn’t just an imperfection but an impossibility. 

Loki had come to accept early on in his long life that he would never sport such an eyesore of a facial feature as was seen mocking his otherwise perfect appearance. It wasn’t even a dashing looking mark like Fandral had, that suave blond bastard. He had long since come to take pride in his smooth, hairless appearance though as Volstagg and Thor were proof that with great hair comes great irresponsibility. Whenever there was a great feast within the palace walls, and there was always a feast for some reason or another, between the two of those bilgesnipes there would be a massacre that started at the dining table and end on their face. And Frigga wondered why Loki wasn’t gorging himself during the feasts like everyone else was. It wasn’t that hard to figure out when you’re stuck sitting between the beast with two beards, you either grow a stronger stomach or lose your appetite quite quick.

It also wasn’t hard to figure out that because it was impossible for Loki to grow face fuzz that not only was the one he had now not natural, but it wasn’t his doing at all and thus someone had to answer for that crime. No amount of scrubbing, potions, illusions, shapeshifting, or even old fashioned makeup could get rid of it either which further irked him but also narrowed down his list of suspects to one person. just the one, that had both access to his personal chambers within the palace walls but more importantly was foolish enough to prank the trickster god while he was taking a much needed nap after sparring against his brute of an older brother. Just one royal resident in fact besides Loki himself had inherited Frigga’s gift for magic as was clearly the source of this monstrosity of a moustache as if the mere sight of it didn’t irritate him enough. That fool was toast.

Loki threw open his bedchamber doors with vengeance in his eyes, already knowing his prey wouldn’t be too far, wanting to see his reaction to what transpired before running off. Right on cue as the door banged open, Loki could hear not too distant wicked giggling and the quickened pace of hasty foosteps fleeing from him. The telltale signs of a brat about to be caught that was too troublesome and young to master a decent gambling face, especially when they’re enjoying their troublemaking entirely too much. Loki easily started gaining on the little gremlin before their rounded a corner and disappeared into the nearest room with a squeal of, “save meeee!” Loki wasted no time blasting open the doors the brat was hiding behind with a wave of his hand which was still glowing green with his own magic to see Thor standing between him and his prey unsurprisingly, arms crossed and attempting to look imposing to someone that grew up with his own shenanigans. 

“Step aside, brother, I have a pesky little bug to squash,” growled Loki, his gaze fixed on the twerp hiding behind Thor.

“I know you don’t mean my son but as I don’t see any other living thing here besides us, I think you must be mistaken on there being anything here to squish,” Thor challenged back.

Loki rolled his eyes at Thor’s attempt at diplomacy. “The only mistake here besides your attempt to stop me is your son’s current choice in free time activities and that is why I’m here to see that he fixes it before I fix him.”

“What are you prattling on about?” demanded Thor defensively.

Loki had also long since mastered the art of deception and redirecting people’s attention from an issue thanks entirely to his brother’s baffoonery as younger adults so he had been keeping his face turned away from his brother’s gaze to keep an eye on his prey. Till now when he actually met Thor’s eyes whose widened in surprise and mirth.

“Can’t you just wash that off?” Thor suggested, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

“That’s brilliant, Thor, I wish I thought of that first! Oh what a great help you are!” snapped Loki before he snapped his glowing fingers and a green ring appeared around Thor before the elder brother fell through the floor, leaving his son, Loki’s nephew wide open.

The little brat had the audacity to stand his ground as his father had taught him after fleeing initially and put up his fists in a fighting stance, even less imposing looking than his father was being less than half Thor’s size and not remotely as strong either.

“Who will save you now, I wonder?” growled Loki as he advanced on the cornered kid, a million different versions of vengeance dancing through his mind.

“You wouldn’t hurt your own nephew, would you?” the child had the balls to ask innocently.

“You are aware of our family’s long history of deception and betrayals, aren’t you?” Loki asked incredulously. “Why would I be exempt from that rule after you just followed that trait yourself, enchanting this disgusting feature on me? Get it off and I might consider a more merciful fate for you than what I’m currently planning.”

“And what are you planning?”

“Try my patience stalling the inevitable and you may have your answer soon enough. Off. Now.” To emphasize Loki’s point, he summoned a dagger in one hand while his other still glowed with magic.

The child reluctantly magically erased the enchanted ink scribbled on Loki’s face before a dagger was hurled at his head as Thor returned to the scene through the window behind him. The child however vanished as an illusion projection, the dagger at the same time disappearing as well as Loki clearly wasn’t actually going to stab him with it, it took years for Thor to get used Loki’s points, his child had a ways to go. Despite both child and weapon not being present in the room, Thor still had a sense to confront Loki after being literally dropped by him earlier. Loki however had other thoughts and a vast majority of them were still vengeance before dishonor, he too disappeared from the room before Thor could have a few choice words with him. 

Thor’s son was very much like his dad in that he thought he had become pretty clever and believed he knew Loki fairly well. Well enough to trick the trickster at least. He also knew that anything and everything within Loki’s room was something secretive, powerful, and valuable and he wanted in on that. So that’s where he was, trying to sense with his quickly growing magical abilities where Loki kept those special artifacts. Finally, he managed to find something tugging on his magic from under Loki’s massive kingsized bed and eagerly scrambled under it in hopes of some kind of cool treasure to show off to his peers later. His hands brushed against a small wooden chest that seemed to be locked but he easily magicked the lock to open for him. He could barely contain his excitement as he grasped the lid of the chest with both hands eagerly and the faintest of green glows came from the box before he popped it open. He barely had time to scream as a large green snake sprang from the chest and wrapped itself around his hands and arms, effectively restraining him while its head was stationed next to his and poised to bite his neck, baring its fangs as if to strike. As he writhed and struggled against the snake’s hold, his ankles were suddenly seized by an icy cold grip and he was yanked out from under the bed and lifted upside down to face a lean, gold and green adorned abdomen.

“You think you were the first to try this tactic on me? Where do you think you got that idea from?” 

The snake still wrapped around the brat seemed to laugh at his captive while the owner of the snake let go of his ankle, keeping the kid afloat before he was turned right side up to face the bemused god of mischief he was caught by properly.

“Perhaps you should ask your father what actually happened anytime he tried his little attempts at tricking a master trickster, his mistakes could be your lessons.”

“Or my triumphs,” snarked the kid back.

“And how is that working in your favor thus far?” Loki asked him slyly. “Your father has had centuries to try that on me, how old are you again?” He let the kid go and the snake melted into a large toy snake the kid was quick to escape from. “If I see you in my room without my permission, if you ruin a nap for me again, you’ll find your worst fear under your bed.”

“I don’t fear anything.” The kid held onto the toy snake, hoping to at least impress his peers with its realistic though rubber look.

“Your father said the same thing when I gave him that warning and he didn’t stop checking under his bed till he he had women in it.” Loki snapped his fingers and the kid was sent out of his room and back to his father for good this time.

Loki stalked back to his bathroom once more and looked at himself in the mirror just to be sure it was gone for good before sticking out a forked tongue at his reflection and smirking. He wondered if fears were a hereditary thing as that would make this whole “uncle” thing that much easier though he always liked a challenge in the end and his nephew having magic did have its merits. Let the prank wars begin...

[vanchlo]

Magic Moment

Hello! I could NOT resist writing another blurb about boyfriend!harry for my lovely friend, @bfharry‘s BOYFRIENDATHON after I got this idea! I’ve always loved baseball myself and playing lots of catch at work recently inspired this, as well as falling in love with Queen ;) Enjoy  some fluff about playing catch with boyfriend!harry at your childhood home c:

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: This Magic Moment by Ben E. King and The Drifters (click to listen and yes Sandlot *wink*) 

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“Follow your heart, kid, and you can never go wrong.”

- The Sandlot

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” you jest, giggling nervously. The screen door closes with a loud whap! behind the both of you.

“Ya, maybe it wasn’t fer you,” he sighs in a whisper, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His high-top white converses slap! down the wooden stairs quickly. “I think I need anotha beer afta that.”

“Follow me.”

A humid heat hits you in the face when you open the scarlet-colored door to the garage. The familiar smell welcomes you, and so do the sights of your father’s tools hanging up on the walls. The lawn mower still sits in the same spot, his pair of old glasses remain perched on the windowsill, and the tiny mini fridge in the corner awaits your call.

“Thanks,” he mumbles after taking a long pull from the refreshing beer. You opt for a Whiskey-Coke, instead, the carbonation sending shooting stars across your tongue. You watch him wipe away the bead of sweat running down his forehead, and then the subsequent smile that drills the dimples into his cheeks. “Bloody hell, if that isn’t tha cutest thing ‘ve eva seen.”

A questioning ‘what’ barely passes your lips once you spot the miniature lilac colored baseball glove on a shelf. Next, a laugh falls from your lips and he echoes it with his own adorable concoction. 

“Hard t’ believe yer hand was eva that tiny, love.”

“I know, it’s funny that my dad kept it around.”

“I would if I were him, ‘s bloody adorable,” he notes, picking up the battered leather mitt with a content smile. “Ah, lookie here. Up fer a game o’ catch, love? Bet I could whoop yer ass.”

“Harry, you can’t beat somebody in catch!” you protest, the cool liquid gracing your lips, providing you a few seconds of relief from the summer heat. 

“We’ll just see ‘bout that, now won’t we?” he teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows. A tan, leather baseball glove hits you square in the chest, landing in your arms while he slips on a darker twin of it. “C’mon, I wanna see how girly of a throw ya got.”

“Oh, shut up. You have no idea what’s coming for you. You’re dating a former softball player here.”

“Am I now? Ya don’t seem that intimidatin’ t’ me, miss,” Harry laughs softly, the billowy cotton of his red Hawaiian themed shirt catching the wind once your feet find the grass. “Dunno how anythin’ can be intimidatin’ afta meetin’ yer bleedin’ father, tho’. Bloody hell,” he remarks, shaking his head. 

“It really wasn’t that bad, Harry,” you correct him, placing your tall can beside his dark glass bottle. 

“It was. Didn’t know he’d be so fookin’ hard on me, askin’ all o’ those questions. He never even smiled at me once, babe,” he scoffs, sliding the glove onto his large hand and messing around with it until it’s comfortable enough. 

“Yes, he did.”

“No, he didn’t. Or I didn’t see it. Dunno why he was so cold t’ me. Ya’ve always had such good things t’ say ‘bout growin’ up with him . . ,” he exhales, tossing the ancient brown and red baseball into the mitt. His short curls dance around atop his head as he crosses the large backyard, the very same one you played kickball in, where you hit home run balls into the woods, set cartwheel records in, and still have the pieces of wood set into the ground marking the bases. 

“He’s quiet, Harry, that’s all. You just have to find something in common with him, and then you’ll hit it off. I promise you, he liked you.”

“Don’t believe ya there, he was givin' me tha evil eye tha whole time durin’ dinna, even tho’ I was fakin’ likin’ his burgers. They were dry as hell,” he grumbles, soon coming to a stop a good way across the grassy area. Messing with his light-washed denim shorts, he checks his phone before letting it fall back into one of its pockets. “Reckon ‘s cuz yer his li’l girl, loads mo’ protective o’ you cuzz’a that.” 

“Keep going, I’m not a sissy.”

“Oh, so I should go long, ‘s that right? Dunno if ya can make it t’ me if I go back any farther,” he winks, the dimples set into his cheeks all the way from here, you notice.

“Would you hush? I pitched all throughout high school, I can make your hand hurt from catching it, if you keep running your mouth,” you argue. 

“Oooooo, she’s gettin’ feisty now,” he chuckles, raising his voice to carry across the clipped green grass, tall trees framing the yard. He pats his taut fist into the palm of the glove, the baseball snug in his large hand. Why, of course it is, Mr. Huge Hands.

Seconds later, the ball soars through the air and banks to the left, but with a jump, you catch it just in time. 

“What the hell was that?” you laugh, holding up your hands. 

“Erm, ‘m warmin’ up? Y’know, gotta get the old righty back in ‘s place,” he insists, stretching his dominant arm this way and that, ever so dramatically. 

“Whatever. You’re full of shit, Harry,” you call back, adding extra volume to your voice. His bottom lip escapes to between his teeth while his head goes from side to side. You surprise him with your throw and he misses it, pulling a loud laugh from your lips. “Not so confident, are we now?”

“Shuddup! Ya were a bloody softball player, ya got advantage ova me, ‘s not fair.”

“Don’t you start whining now! You’re the one who wanted to play catch with a five time-.”

“Ya ya, we get tha point, babe. Yer a bloody star when it comes t’ softball. I know, I know. Wish I coulda seen ya play, woulda been fun. Ya should join a summer league, they sound like a hoot,” he comments, locating the ball at last back in the woods and landing it in your glove. 

“And I played with my brother all of the time, and he was M.V.P two years in a row on his high school baseball team.”

“Good fer him, maybe he should be out here playin’ with you, instead,” Harry says when your throw to him sails over his head. “God, can ya control that arm o’ yers fer once?”

“Sorry!” you laugh, knowing that he doesn’t believe it for a second. 

“Sure ya are.” 

The ball arrives in your mitt with a pleasing whap! and your hand settles over it. Brushing your fingers along the coarse stitches, the shocks of green grass stains on the leather welcome you back to your childhood, tossing around this very same ball with your older brother and father. The nostalgia brings your hand to your pocket, and your fingers soon tap the screen of your phone. 

“C’mon, slow poke! What’re ya waitin’ fer? ‘Fraid ‘ll beat ya afta all?” Harry quips from across the yard, nearing you to retrieve his beer that he sips from. With a pleased ‘ahhhh,’ he sets it down on the gray cinder blocks of the nearby fire pit after walking back, placing enough space between him and it so he doesn’t run into it. 

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, music soon pours from the large bluetooth speaker in between you against the garage. 

“‘s this just fantasy? Caught inn’a landslide, no escape from realityyyyyy. Open yer eyes, look up t’ tha skies, and seeeeee,” Harry sings loudly, pumping his arms down at his sides and closing his eyes adamantly. “‘m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because ‘m easy come, easy go, li’l high, li’l low.” 

“Any way the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to meeeeee,” you sing back, savoring the large smile painting his face as he catches your throw with ease. 

“Toooo meeee,” he sings back. “Mamaaaaaa just killed a man, put a gun against his head. Pulled my trigger, now’s he dead. Mamaaaaa, life had just begunnnn. But now ‘ve gone and thrown it all awayyyyy,” he sings to the baby blue skies dotted with clouds, adamantly strumming an invisible guitar. He echoes your laugh that flies between the two of you, joining the robins and starlings flitting between the trees. “Knew I picked a good one, she’s got a good arm and a bloody good taste in music. Ya betta play Take On Me next, or all bets are off.”

“Oh, you know that I will. It feels like an eighties night, playing catch in the backyard during the summer. It’s just like when I was little,” you note aloud, jogging to the right to catch his next throw until it falls into your glove. 

“‘Bout tha same fer me, just with footy, think this ‘s how ‘d like t’ spend my summers still . . I loved it so much, playin’ in tha backyard listenin’ t’ tha radio, and think my kids would too,” he says casually, sparking a blush in your cheeks at the mention of him as a father. Oh, what you would do to be able to see him playing catch with a little dark-haired boy or girl who calls him ‘Daddy.’ 

Fuck me, you think hastily. 

Quickly, your shared favorite part of the song comes and he imitates the guitar shredding while you repeatedly toss the ball into your mitt, watching him. 

“But eva since I watched Wayne’s World as a kid, I can’t avoid bangin’ my head when it gets t’ this part,” Harry chuckles, tossing a pop fly towards the overhang of tree branches. “I love tha trees here, ya know, ‘ve neva seen so many.” 

“Me too, I love that part in the movie, and I love them too. It’s crazy to think how long they’ve been around to get this big. Some of them were as tall as I am now when I was little.”

“Huh,” he hums curiously, shooting into the air to grab a high one you tried to trick him with. Your eyes can’t help but wander to his dark fern tattoos that peek out when his shirt rises. “Ya think I should keep it still, or get rid o’ it?” Harry poses to you, puckering his lips at you with a mischievous grin. 

“You almost remind me of Freddie Mercury with that ‘stache,” you say, the laugh growing from somewhere deep inside of you. He shrugs his shoulders and tosses a fast one back to you, hitting your glove square in the center with a heavy slap! 

“Dunno why ya think that’s such a good joke, ‘s a damn compliment, if ya ask me.” 

“Uh oh, are we getting a big head over there because you’ve caught my last three throws?” you joke, watching the ball soar high into the air amongst the green covering of the trees. 

“Hey, be easy on me,” he pouts, his words disagreeing with his actions that send a hot fastball into your palm. 

“Why? You’re never easy on me when we play Mario Kart or Cribbage.” 

“Hey! You don’t have a bleedin’ nearly professional career in any o’ those!” he protests and then curses when your curveball nicks the tip of his glove. 

“So, and neither do you, and you’re still aggressive as fuck when we play them! Huh, what’s your excuse, Harry?” 

“Galileo!” he calls out. 

“Galileo!” you echo, and the rest follow suit between the two of you as the song plays. 

“‘m just a poor boyyyyy, nobody loves me,” he sings loudly, causing you to cough on your drink that you take a swig from. 

“Keep telling yourself that,” you shoot back, setting down the wet can as he approaches you. 

“But I am,” he whines, pushing out his bottom lip that you flick with your finger. 

“Watch it!” 

“Or what?” you counter, savoring the annoyed expression that soon fills his features. There’s just something about pushing his buttons that gets you going, even though you know that you shouldn’t do it. 

“Or else I won’t bloody learn tha rest o’ Blackbird on guitar fer you,” he retorts playfully, taking a long pull from his bottle. 

Now, it’s your turn to shout ‘hey!’ until he scoops you into his arms, your surprised shriek piercing the sky. 

“You better finish learning it! But, I think that I like Freddie better.”

“How? Paul ‘s far betta. ‘ll always love Queen, and The Beatles don’t have anythin’ on Bohemian Rhapsody, but Paul ‘s tha betta musician. Trust me, I should know,” he disagrees, pecking your temple before pulling away and tossing the ball into your waiting glove. 

“But, Freddie had a four octave range.”

“And? So does Paul,” Harry shrugs, raising his left arm in the air to snag your fastpitch that he almost loses. “Paul McCartney ‘s tha superior musician, just trust me on this.” 

“Paul McCartney has nothing on Freddie Mercury,” a voice pipes up, turning the both of your heads to the right where you find your dad stepping out of the garage with a weathered black baseball glove snug upon his right hand. 

You swear that you could hear Harry’s apprehensive gulp from all of the way over here, and when you look, you find his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. 

“But Paul was betta on guitar, bass, and drums,” Harry argues, nervously tossing the ball into his glove repeatedly. 

Your dad closes the door behind him softly, and steps out on the grass, adjusting his glasses. Surprise is absent from your range of emotions when your dad shrugs his shoulders, but you’re sure that it coats Harry’s insides in the next few moments. 

“You’re right there, I like somebody who can stand up for their argument,” he comments, nodding a head towards Harry who out of the corner of your eye is smiling, just the slightest. “I think I might like this one,” he says to you, holding out his glove towards Harry, with his lips curling into his cheeks. 

The smile on your boyfriend’s face almost matches that of your father’s, but he’s got nothing on the grin plastered across Harry’s face because of your next words. 

“I think I do, too, Dad.”

[akuzon-prime]

“Playing Hookey” ~AsmoxReader

Word Count: 1,890

Please tell me what you think afterwards! I havent posted my writing online in 14 years!

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How odd. You pause by the exit to the dining room as it dawns on you that you haven’t seen Asmodeus all morning. Usually, by the time you made your way down to the breakfast table, he is already there and loading a small plate of fruits for you both to munch on.  How had nobody else found it unusual? True, breakfast was staggered this morning and the brothers were coming and going at their own paces...but even Belphie is managing to stumble dazedly out the door to go nap in his first class. So where is Asmo?  Mammon, realizing that you aren't tagging along at his side, turns back and looks at you. "What ya waiting on, human? Thinkin' of cuttin'?" 

His statement pulls you out of your contemplation and you shake your head with a small laugh. "No, I don't have a death wish. I'm going to go check on Asmo and see why he's taking so long today."

"He's prob'ly just paintin' his nails or somethin'." Mammon rolls his eyes to the ceiling and drops his hands from where they had been resting in his pockets. "But if yer worried, the Great Mammon would go with ya if ya asked reeeeal nicely." 

"Pass." You say the single word, holding up one hand. Seeing him pout, you laugh and turn him around. "Go to CLASS and cover for me being late if you want to help so much! Lucifer would take it out of your hide if you were late. Me, he might spare." 

"Tch. What's in it for me, then?" His blue eyes peek at you from over his shoulder as you push the obstinant jerk out of the room and into the hallway. He can be so damn stubborn at times! You paste a sickly sweet smile on your face and lean close to him to whisper, "If you help me, I won't tell Satan that you found and sold his one of a kind, engraved and gold embossed volume of 'Human and Devildom Sorcerers'." 

You watch him blanch as his eyes frantically dart about for the presence of his younger brother. Determining he isn’t in earshot, Mammon stops fighting you and straightens his jacket with a tug and a cough. His voice is low but you can hear a hint of pride in it before he walks away. "Ya play dirty, don't ya. Learned from the best. Yer welcome." 

He isn't wrong. You grin and turn to leave through the opposite dining room exit. The halls and stairs of the House of Lamentation are all as deeply ingrained into your memory as your own name; you hardly notice how little time it takes to get to the Avatar of Lust's bedroom. You lightly tap on the wood and call his name in a soft voice. "As...are you awake?" 

Nothing. You try again but after the same non-response, you puff up your chest and open the door. Is he sick? Too sick to get out of bed or talk? You squint in the dimness of the room. You'd been in there umpteen times before now so you know the layout fairly well. Still, it is a benefit for your human eyes that he has two or three candles lit in their sconces in the room. The curtains on his bed are closed and you have a sudden recollection of all the movies you have watched in your life that hid a corpse behind similar curtains. Someone sneaks in to plan an assassination and-

Cursing under your breath, you dart forward, and don't hesitate to throw open the nearest sheet obscuring the mattress. You blink. No blood. No mutilated blankets or pillows that show signs of a struggle.  Just Asmo...curled like a cat on his side, face snuggled deep into a soft down pillow. OF ALL THE... Momentarily, you are enraged. You were so worried! Since when does he sleep with his curtains closed?! What happened to 'early to bed, early to rise' to keep his skin 'beautiful and perfect!'?! This man-! 

Before you open your mouth to say something, you pause, taking in a deep breath to calm your irritation. Maybe he really is sick. Nobody should yell at him for that. You lean forward to rest your hand on his bare shoulder and shake him slightly. "As? Asmo. Its past time for class...you missed breakfast. Are you ok?"  All you get in return is a slight mumble before he nuzzles his nose deeper into his pillow. This time, you brace a hand on his mattress as you shake him a little harder. "Asmo. Honey? Wake up..." 

You don't know what is happening at first but a hand grips your wrist and you are tugged onto the bed in a whirlwind of sheets. Startled, you blink up at your friend who is smiling down at you like a cat before a trapped mouse. His lips are curled in a sensual smirk, his eyes are full of heat and mischievousness, and his hair curls around his face like a wave - perfectly edging him in dim gold. You try to ignore his obvious nudity...with great difficulty. "Don't worry, honey...I'm awake." 

Yeah, he is. Not a single thing in his pose or expression seems sleepy! Did he know you would come and wake him?!  Or maybe he had been waiting for anyone to wake him...like a trapdoor spider, anticipating the unassuming passing of its prey. You feel like prey. With him smiling down at you, a sensation of warmth fills your chest. And face. And neck. And stomach. The Avatar of Lust certainly knows what he's doing. You try to form some sort of indignant response but it comes out of you in a puff of breath with little fight. "You...You were pretending. I was worried, you know?" 

"For me?" His voice is honey dripping over you as he leans down to brush a soft kiss over your cheekbone. Asmodeus's grip loosens from your wrists and his fingers slide down the fabric of your uniform till they are not-so-innocently plucking the buttons open on your blazer. His lips ghost from your cheek to your ear - the warmth of his breath tickles the small hairs by your temple and warms your skin. His voice? His voice. You try desperately not to shiver as it takes on a husky note when he whispers, "how very sweet of you, Mc." 

Words. Thoughts. Um. Shit. Asmo stop teasing meeee...

"Wait, As," you put a hand on his chest to try and push him back a little and instantly regret it because, hah! wouldn't you know it, his bare skin feels so wonderful under your fingers. Against your will, your eyes dart down to look at the place where your skin meets his and then wander from there to perfectly formed muscles, dusky pink and perky nipples, and down...down...down...  When your eyes snap back up to meet his, he was giving you a grin so wide you could see his pearly whites. What had you been about to say? Another button of your blazer gives way under his frisky fingers and you remember with a sharp intake of breath. "CLASS. We. We're late - really late - for class. You...you should get dressed. I can wait in the hall." 

Yet, despite your words, which were obviously meant to be backed up with action, you stay pliant underneath him, completely bound to the spell that was Asmodeus. You know he has the ability to glamor less powerful beings. To pull them to him and lull them for the taking...but this isn't that. Even if you COULD be glamoured by him, you are just - pure and simply - awestruck. This isn’t the first time, either. The difference is, all the other times are in public and not his bed, his brothers are always a step behind, and sweet Devildom, he is usually clothed! You groan inside your own head at your inability to move away from his touches. 

"You don't seem to want to go to class," Asmo sits up, knees on either side of your hips, and brings your hands to rest on his thighs. Your eyes dart everywhere around the room and your heart picks its pace right back up to where it had been previously.  Damn, but his thighs are warm and your traitorous body begins shifting your thumbs in lazy horizontal lines across the expanse of skin. He certainly looks like a fallen angel, sitting above you like a sinful painting of the physical manifestation of lust. You bite the inside of your cheek but the momentary pain does nothing to stop the ache spreading through your core.  A short gasp leaves your mouth as Asmodeus runs one hand through his silky hair and another over his pert left nipple. You can see the glint of a small, rose gold barbell and your gasp turns to a groan. When did he get that? The sound you make causes him to close his eyes and tilt his head back as if the groan itself had been a touch on his body. 

"A-Asmo-"

He falls forward and boxes you between his arms again, pressing his lips to yours in a feverous frenzy. Your hands fly from his thighs to his shoulder blades in surprise but it’s all you can do to not shift desperately against him as you give in to the heat of his mouth on your own. Your eyes fall shut and you slide your tongue across the seam of his lips. With a hum of pleasure, his part instantly and he moans softly into your mouth as his tongue slides languidly along yours. You both have made out before in quick, stolen moments but this is...KISSING. You are breathing for one another, hearts pounding in sync. He drags his lips from your's in a sloppy trail down to your neck. Nipping your skin, he begs, "Forget class. Stay here with me and have some fun." 

Unlike Mammon's suggestion, your brain doesn't immediately shut this one down. You and Asmo have never had a moment to yourselves that weren’t chaperoned or in public. What did his brothers think he was going to do - corrupt you? I want him to corrupt me. That helpless thought makes you urge him on more. He's at the corner of your collar now and you want his lips to venture farther. Slipping your hands off of him, you begin to unbutton your dress shirt. He purrs in approval as you reveal more and more flesh to him. Your voice is a reedy whine. "J-just...one class. Maybe two. If we're both gone, they'll figure it out..." 

You open your eyes and find him peering up at you from your collar bone - amber eyes peeking through a sheet of golden waves. He licks his lips slowly and your eyes trace the movement. Finishing off the rest of the buttons for you, he sits back up and spreads your shirt and blazer apart to gaze down at you with undisguised ardor. "Oh, Mc." His smile turns feral and your body responds even more to it than his gentle teasing. "We've been dancing around this for too long. What makes you think this will be over as quickly as two classes?”

TBC...?

Written for @milas-imaginarium 's Asmo Appreciation week~

[thescatterbrainedwriter]

Crossed Wires pt.2

Flash Fanfic

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Warnings: None

Word Count: ~2,000

Pairings: Oc x Canon

***Note: Emily is my own creation, I just like sticking her in random places***

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They popped back up in the living room of Nash’s place, Harry holding onto Emily for a moment when they touched ground again not really wanting to let her go. “You good?” she asked making sure his footing was stable. “Yup, I’m good,” Harry assured. “You sure?” She asked with a smirk lifting their still joined hands. “Mhmm,” he repeated still holding on. Her heart skipped when he smirked making her tense for a second. “Ok, good,” she said letting his hand go and moving to take her shoes off. “So, I’m assuming you may be hungry? Want anything?” She asked making her way to the kitchen. “No, I’m ok for now,” he dismissed shaking his head. After taking off his shoes and jacket he followed her to the kitchen. Her heart rate picked up as he got closer and she bit her lip trying to keep herself together. “Theeeeen what.... did you waaaaanna do?” Harry shrugged. “I dunno,” he stated casually somewhat amused at her discomfort. It was his turn to make her blush and he was going to have fun with it.

“Ok, well, I’m gonna go.... make a snack. Or something. Should probably calibrate and affix your neural scanner first though.”

“Oh right, yeah. Should probably... do that....” he said pulling out the device and handing it to her. He followed her into the kitchen and took a seat, Emily standing in front of him given he was so tall even on a chair. As she concentrated making sure everything was in order, Harry studied her with a smile that slowly got wider the longer she took. He saw her brows furrow, her eyes fixate on her task, pupils dilate, mouth pouted and even her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth a little. “Hmmkay... that should do it,” she said completing affixing the small device to his forehead. Smiling satisfied she caught him looking at her with soft eyes. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked.

“Just... watching you concentrate,” Harry said with a shrug. “You know, you stick your tongue out and your pupils dilate when you zone out?” He smiled leaning forward and pointing at her. Emily smiled embarrassedly putting her hand in his face to push him away. “Pfffff— stop... staring at meeee,” she whines with a giggle. “Das rude!”

“Maybe I don’t want to,” Harry teased grabbing her hand and removing it from impeding his vision. Emily squinted before licking her other palm and planting it square in the middle of his face prompting him to release her hand in order to wipe the saliva off. She took the opportunity to retreat away all the while giggling at his sounds of disgust. “Uuuugh, why!” He complained.

“I need my hand to make snacks, how else was I supposed to get you to let go?”

“You could have asked!”

“Were you really gonna let it go?”

Harry paused. “.....yes, I would have.”

“You hesitated!” Emily accused pointing at him from across the table squinting suspiciously.

“I would have! ...... Eventually.....” Harry admitted sheepishly. “Mhmm, yeah sure,” she said with a smirk. “Anyway, I’m gonna go change into comfy pj’s and then make a snack. Technically this is your place too so go get comfortable or something. I’ll be back.” She poked her head back out of the door she had just disappeared into after a brief pause. “Don’t worry, I’ll wear pants this time,” she assured and grinned. Harry grinned with a nervous chuckle still sitting at the table and she disappeared again. He sat steeping in uncertainty, his ears beginning to burn as he debated telling her what was on his mind the entire time she was gone today. When she wandered back into the kitchen muttering her nightly to-do list he decided to blurt it out. As she said, how often would he get this opportunity again?

“Hey Emily,” he said quickly standing nearly tipping over the chair. Emily’s head snapped over to him in surprise having been jolted from her thoughts by both his voice and the noise of the chair. “Ack! Oh, you ok?”

“Yeah, ah, I’m fine,” he dismissed righting the chair and breezing over to her. “I.... have spent a lot of time thinking. Today. W-while you were.... out....”

“Ok?” she said raising an eyebrow curiously and leaned against the table. “Whaaaaat was it you thought about and conclusion did you come to? If you came to one.” Harry paused before averting his gaze and scratched his face. “Well.... as you can imagine,” he started. “Things were, well quite a lot for me to take in. Today.”

“Mhmm, though you handled it rather well from what I understand.”

“Yeah, well, I guess..... I guess a few... wires, may have been crossed. So to say.”

“I would say so, yeah,” Emily affirmed.

“No, you don’t understand, it’s more than just me being front and center. I’m talking about......” he paused, his breath seeming to catch and he felt really rather warm now. “Harry?” Emily said concerned.

“Emily I.... I think.... I think I’ve been, feeling things.” Harry stuttered trying to explain himself. “And I spent a lot, and I mean a lot, of time thinking it over because I wanted to make sure it was not just carry over from Nash or....” he looked up at her making eye contact, eyes both apprehensive and anxious. “Or me....” Emily’s heart stopped and her cheeks became rosy. “Whaaaat do you mean?” she asked trying to keep her voice level.

“Well, I— as I’ve said— I was doing quite a lot of thinking today, and going over past memories and doing a bit of.... self reflection I.... I guess. And I came to the conclusion that..... that......” Emily’s eyes grew wide in anticipation and she barely breathed waiting for him to speak. Harry relaxed his shoulders and his face softened. “I love you.” Her breath caught and all she could do was stare at him. “I know, I know,” Harry said after the awkward silence, “this is a really bad time to be bringing that up but, I just..... I was afraid and then Earth 2 was destroyed by the Anti-Monitor and..... and I really regret not telling you sooner.”

A tiny smile cracked Emily’s face and she looked down at the floor scratching her head. “And here I was thinking I scared you off....” she muttered. “Wait, you....?” Harry asked. “Yeaahhh,” she said smiling at him shyly. “But, I mean, you took your wife’s death hard and I thought at some points in time I was over stepping soooo...... I did my best to quash them. The feelings, I mean.” Harry smiled and sighed. “Mixed signals, god I hate those...”

“Eh well, I was.... admittedly, a little scared too,” Emily explained. “Being ripped away at any point and all that doesn’t exactly make for eager relationship mentality.”

“You know people go through a similar fear, called death, right?” Harry asked.

“Yeah.... I know. I’ve been told the before believe it or not,” Emily followed, “But by that logic, I’ve been through that pain, and inflicted that same pain, half a dozen times at the least. Does that indicate someone who would want to make another connection only to hurt someone like that?”

“No, not really,” Harry admitted. “So then.... why Nash?” Emily pursed her lips and shifted very wide eyes to the sides. “I..... guess I have a type? I’m sure Sherloque could relate,” she smiled a cheesy smile. “Besides, in case you didn’t notice, he had to do an awful lot of convincing.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed. “Didn’t hesitate like I did either.”

“No, no he was.... quite persistent. Took him a while to pluck up the courage though.” Emily smiled and Harry mirrored it. “Soooo, then I have a..... question. For you,” he said slowly walking over like he was embarrassed or too shy. “Can I kiss you?” He asked after a hesitated pause. Emily tensed at the question and chewed on her top lip trying to keep goosebumps from erupting all over. “Why don’t you, try and find out?” She asked smirking a little with hints of deviousness. Harry’s heart stopped, he half expected a yes but didn’t think it would come in the form of a challenge. Tentatively he leaned forward after shaking off his surprise and met her lips with his. They stayed like that for a moment letting the kiss linger between them as they absorbed the tingling feeling that came with it. “So that’s what I missed, hmm?” he commented after they parted. “You’re not half bad yourself,” Emily observed with a smile. Harry chuckled. “If Jessie saw me now. By the way, have you seen her? How is she?”

Emily’s smile dropped a bit. “I.... I uh....”

Harry’s entire face dropped noticing her change in body langue. “Jessie.....”

“I haven’t seen her since, uh, since the universes merged,” Emily admitted causing Harry to turn away, she thought he would pass out with how pale he became. “But! Buuuuut, that doesn’t meeeean she doesn’t exist anymore,” she said rubbing his shoulder, he leaned over the table and stared at the surface with a blank expression. “Cisco traveled around to study and catalog all the changes that have showed up including new metas. And we haven’t seen Wallie around in a while, it’s possible they’ve come across her.”

“Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right,” he muttered.

“Why don’t you, uhm, make a list of things you’d.... like me to ask her. When I do find her, hmm?” she asked trying to distract him.

“Yeah.... yeah I’ll.... I think I’ll do that.” Harry nodded. He slowly shuffled his way into the bedroom and sat on the bed. *Yet another thing to absorb,* he thought to himself.

“I’ll be out here if you need me. For anything,” Emily assured with a gentle smile. Harry nodded and she closed the door to give him quiet. *I think now would be an opportune time for brownies,* she thought to herself. *Not that there’s ever a wrong time for them.* She smiled to herself and headed off to raid the cupboards for ingredients.

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Harry wasn’t sure how long he sat in the quiet room, but he knew it was an hour at the very least by the ringing now very pronounced in his ears. He had compiled a short list of things he wanted to know about Jessie, short for him anyway, mainly pertaining to how she was doing to making sure she was taking care of herself and he wished to tell her he loved her. He also wrote down a few things he wanted Emily to do for him occasionally in regard to keeping an eye on her. Rubbing his face with a hand he sighed deeply, too much thinking and digestion of information for one day had made him very tired and for once he really wanted to not think about anything. He decided to exit the room and find Emily to see what she had found to make for a snack, and what she considered a snack.

Peeking out of the door he first found a smell of chocolate wafting through the air, then heard humming coming from Emily and similar buzzing from a drone or two. Coming closer to the kitchen, he heard bare feet tapping on the floor and laughter every now and then. He stood in the doorway and leaned against the frame watching with a smile, and after a short while Emily happened to turn enough to catch him watching. “What are you doing waaay over there?” She asked with a giggle.

“Oh, you know. Watching,” he replied.

“Being a creeper, eh?” She smiled making her way over to him. “Creeper? What?” He responded in mock insult. She smiled a little wider. “Creeeeeep-errrrrr,” she said and poked his nose leaving a substance on it. Recoiling at the unknown, Harry touched it to find it was brown and smooth in texture. “Fudge?” He asked confused.

Emily grinned again making her way back over to the counter. “Fudge brownies! My favorite, and guaranteed to cheer anyone up,” she said gesturing dramatically to the still hot bake pan. Harry followed and inspected her handiwork. “Is it all done?” He asked. Emily nodded. “Yup, should be cooled enough t— hey wait, what are you doing?” she asked suddenly noticing Harry move to put his entire open hand right on top of the fudge icing she had finished spreading moments ago. Before she could stop him he firmly planted it in the middle of the pan thoroughly coating it. “Ahh! No, my brownies!!” She near screeched. “Why did y—“ her sentence was cut off by the sudden chocolatey hand plopped into the middle of her face. She froze in disbelief leaving Harry to just smile smugly. “For calling me a butthead earlier,” he explained noting her questioning look. “And the saliva handprint.” Emily’s shoulders dropped. “Fair,” she relented. “But did you really have to ruin such beautiful brownies?”

“I really had to ruin your beautiful brownies,” he confirmed. “But are they really ruined? I think they look better.”

“You know, this isn’t what is meant when the request for a hand is given,” Emily replied washing her face. “So I’ll not ask you for a hand in anything any time soon because of this.” She sighed when she turned and saw him proceed to lick all the icing off his hand. “You want a towel or something instead?”

Harry shook his head. “And waste all this fudge? Never,” he smirked. “Want some?” he asked holding his hand to her face. Emily gave him an unimpressed look fueling his smugness before gripping his wrist and licking from the base of his palm up to the end of his middle finger. Harry swore his heart stopped, he did not anticipate a reaction like that in the least. “Mmm, yum. I love fudge, so much. Good call,” she said with a wink. Harry just stared at her as she casually started cleaning her baking mess like nothing happened. “You’re dangerous,” he commented finding his voice again. “I dunno what you’re talking about,” she replied feigning innocence. He squinted at her with a pause before washing his hand, no way was he risking something like that again. *She seemed too confident doing that,* he thought. *I’ll bet Nash instigates that behavior a lot.*

“So, did you manage to make a list?” Emily asked after a brief silence. Harry paused letting the water run down his hands. “Yeah, I did.”

“Good,” Emily replied finishing wiping down the counter. Smiling she turned around. “Now, eat a feel good brownie, properly this time, and then we can go to bed. No more thinking today, sound good?” Harry nodded with a relieved smile. “Yes, very.” Emily stayed in the kitchen while Harry left to change, brownie in hand, and wandered around closing up for the night. When she made her way to the bedroom, she found him staring off into space sitting on one side of the bed. “Hey,” she said breaking his concentration. “I thought I said no more thinking?”

“Ah, right. Sorry, couldn’t help it I guess,” he said with a chuckle before settling into bed. Emily gave a sympathetic look and made her way to the other side. “Alright, tell me what’s on your mind,” she said sliding under the covers and settling in herself. He looked over making eye contact and his face softened almost immediately at her quiet concerned but attentive look. “Too much,” he says with a sigh. “But, I think mostly, I’m scared.”

“Why are you scared?” She asked scooting a bit closer to him. He sighed again turning on his side to face her. “I’m.... I’m afraid of being lost. I’m afraid to go to sleep because I don’t know if I’ll get the chance to manifest again. That never crossed my mind before today.” Emily sighed softly and gently place a hand on his cheek. “The stubborn and persistent Harry? You’re too assertive to ever disappear.” He chuckled sadly continuing to look at her, his mind calmed and he remembered how he felt the day his mind began to slip and she was there to assure him. “I’ll keep you safe,” she assured softly. “I know,” Harry replied.

“Hey, c’mere,” Emily said after a brief thoughtful pause and stretched out her arms. Harry looked at her quizzically but did as she asked. “What are....?”

“Nash sometimes has nightmares,” Emily explained pulling him close. “This never fails to keep him calm and get him back to sleep.” She wrapped her arms around him gently cradling his head close to her chest and rested her head on top his. Harry stiffened at the close proximity but soon relaxed feeling safe and wrapped his arms around her in return. It didn’t take long for him to drift off to sleep to the sound of her level heartbeat and Emily soon followed.

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[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Blindfolded

Happy birthday to meee

This is pretty creepyyy

Cole baby I’m legitimately so sorryyy

Happy birthdayyy to meeee

@badthingshappenbingo​

The 7th installment to the Damage series. The rest can be found on my masterlist, linked in bio. 

Prompt: blindfolded

Fandom: Ninjago

Character: Cole

Trigger Warnings: pet whump, dehumanization, creepy!whumper, and just like… general uncomfy vibes associated with the aforementioned warnings. If that sounds like it would bother you, please don’t read!

“Today, we’re going to be doing a little exercise.” Cole’s master said, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

An exercise…? What kind? Whatever kind of exercise he was referring to, there was no way it could be good. It was never good. Not that he would have much of a choice.

He was let off his chain, and he took the opportunity to stretch. He was horribly sore.

His master took his hands, removing the cuffs to pull his arms behind his back and recuff them like that. It was new, and different, and kind of terrible.

He bit his tongue to hold back what he wanted to say. Talking made his master angry, and there was nothing he hated more than seeing his master angry. He shouldn’t have even been thinking about talking. 

He looked deep into Cole’s eyes, as if he was searching for something. For what, he could not say.

His master stepped behind him. He held his breath, waiting for whatever it was to come. He didn’t have to wait long.

A black cloth covered his eyes, completely taking away his vision. He couldn’t see a thing. He shifted uncomfortably.

His hair was stroked affectionately, and it was almost… calming. It told him that his master was right there, watching him. What was once unnerving and horrible was now… not. 

But then his master stepped away. And then there was no touch, and he was forced to once again focus on the vast and everlasting nothingness. He strained his ears for any hint of sound. For a moment, all was silent.

He swallowed thickly, holding his breath. Surely his master hadn’t just left. He wouldn’t just leave him here. 

He was drawn out of his panic when cold hands gently began to caress his face. He startled, inhaling sharply, and the sound was almost deafening.

His master didn’t speak. He just touched him, showered him in silent affection, and it was comforting, in a way. He was dragging him out of the nothingness, and he alone could do that.

The touches stopped. The void came back full force, and he could only tell himself that his master was right there for so long. Please come back, please… 

He was drowning under darkness and it was the very worst thing  in the world. 

He squirmed, wishing he could call out but knowing he’d regret it if he did.

“I’ll tell you what, pet,” his master said, and he jumped at the sound. “I’ll take off that pretty little blindfold if you ask nicely.”

Cole knew exactly what he meant, but… he couldn’t. His master had taken everything else away. He didn’t care what was done to him at this point, but this would be—he’d be done.

“No? Okay, more fun for me.”

Every touch sent a shiver down his skin and every shiver kept him uneasy. Fingers carded through his hair, pulling and tugging at it. There were gentle touches to the area where his collar began, stroking the skin around it.

“You look so pretty, pet,” his master muttered, and it should have been quiet, but it was the only sound in existence and it was the loudest thing he’d ever heard. “Such a pretty thing…”

Quiet praises were too loud in his ears and every touch left him breathing harsher.

There was gentle scratching at the nape of his neck and near his ears, and it was almost too much, but eventually his master would let him see again, surely. Because he wasn’t going to beg, and there was no way he would just keep him blind for that long.

The hands left for a brief moment, returning with something that was placed over his ears. No longer could he hear even the quiet ruffling of his master’s shirt, or the quiet breaths he took. Nothing. He could hear nothing other than the sound of his own panic, his own heartbeat.

Silence. Darkness. Nothing else.

He tried to count his breaths if only to drag himself out of the ever-growing void, but he kept losing count, and he couldn’t concentrate hard enough to continue.

His skin prickled against the cool air, despite being inside. He was inside, wasn’t he? He couldn’t quite remember. Nothing existed and time and space didn’t matter and his master was gone and he didn’t know why. What had he done? He wanted to fix it. He wanted the blindfold off and he wanted to be able to hear again and he wanted to be touched by his master.

But he wasn’t going to beg. He wouldn’t. It was the tiniest shred of dignity he had left, and if he gave it up…

Time passed on. He couldn’t tell how long. It could have been minutes or hours, but none of it mattered. He didn’t exist and his master had left him and he was going to die without really being here in the first place.

Something freezing pressed against his neck, just under his collar. His entire body jerked violently away from it. 

It was something small, maybe, and it was cold as ice, and as it was being dragged along his skin, he shuddered and jolted enough to convince anyone watching that he was having a seizure. Was anyone watching? Was his master even there, or was he just… making this up?

The freezing was removed, leaving little droplets of water on his skin. He savored the feeling of existence, etching it into his brain.

It came back, dragging itself along every inch of exposed skin, sometimes leaving and returning again. He squirmed, wishing he could see, wishing he could hear, wishing he knew what was going on.

Every touch kept him out of the void, but at the same time, it was too much. It was everything in the world and he was drowning under it.

He whimpered, the sound obscured, but it was something. It was sound, proving he was alive and existent. Unless he wasn’t.

The cold went away and the nothing was back again and he was crying, his tears wetting the blindfold that had taken the world away from him.

Whatever was on his ears was removed.

“All you have to do to make it stop is beg, pet. Can you do that for me?”

The words in themselves were a blessing. His master was here, with him, for sure.

Nevertheless, he sniffled, shaking his head. He couldn’t.

He was scooped up off the floor. He yelped, panicking, but the second he got his bearings, he was nuzzling against his master’s chest, breathing in his scent.

He was being carried. To where, he did not know. All that mattered was that he existed and his master was here and if he was lucky he’d be allowed to see again soon. He couldn’t take much longer of this.

Finally, he was set down. His handcuffs were removed, followed by gentle rubbing over the area they had covered. He shivered. It was rare that they came off. Why had they been removed? 

The minimal clothes he was allowed came off next. They were taken slowly, gently, complete with soft caresses over his body. His skin prickled under it.

Next went his collar.

The collar only came off when he was being punished for something. What had he done, what had he done?

He jerked away, curling in on himself on the floor. There was nowhere to go, but he didn’t want whatever was to come next, and if he was at least derailing it a little bit, he’d take it.

He was sorry, he was sorry!

His master huffed, pulling him back into his lap. As much as he wanted to struggle, he didn’t. He was too scared to even move a muscle.

He was scooped up again, but this time it was different. He was picked up and then being lowered, and then—

Water. Warm water that was such a contrast to the freezing from only minutes before that he could have torn himself apart.

He was in the bath. He had to be. That’s what it felt like, anyway. He couldn’t think of anything else that would feel like this.

The bottom of the tub was smooth and slippery.

“Close your mouth, pet,” he heard, and he barely had time to comply before he was pushed under. 

The panic was immediate.

He thrashed, the weightlessness of the water only pulling him further into the nothingness.

He was pulled out. He took a moment to breath, to assure himself that he was fine, he was real, this was happening. It hadn’t even been malicious, it was just part of the routine. His master wouldn’t treat him like that if he didn’t deserve it.

The blindfold was still secure, though sopping wet. It sat heavily on his face, and it only darkened the void. It was the only thing he wore, and somehow, he felt more exposed than he usually did.

Still, his master bathed him, no different than he always did. His hair and face were not touched, this time.

He wanted the blindfold off. He wanted to take it off himself so terribly bad, but he knew the punishment for it would be tremendous.

Was he allowed to talk at any point to beg? Or did he have to wait for another specific opportunity? He didn’t know. He wanted it off now, but not if it meant he would be punished for it. He hated punishments, they were the absolute worst thing about it all.

He settled on making a small noise akin to a whimper to get his master’s attention.

He didn’t want to beg. It was all he had left.

But what else could he do?

“Yes, pet?”

“P—please take it off,” he said, his voice quiet and unsure. 

No reply. Silence. Silence and his ears ringing from how quiet it was and he hadn’t done something wrong, had he? He’d done just what was asked, he had!

“Mm. I don’t think that’s good enough. You can try again later.”

What more was he supposed to do? He’d begged, he really had! He’d tried! He didn’t want to try again. He wanted the blindfold off. He wanted his master to let him see. He wanted to retain this last, tiny shred of himself that he had left.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, pet,” his master muttered, “I’ll take good care of you until you decide you want it off.”

He did want it off! He wanted it off so badly, but at what price? He didn’t know what he would do if he really, truly groveled, but…

The void was swallowing him whole and he needed to be able to see again.

He stayed silent for the next few minutes, his master calmly and quietly bathing him. It was weird, and scary to not be able to see it happening.

He had to get it off.

“Ple—”

His master cut him off, forcing him back against the wall by his throat. Cole whimpered, barely able to breathe from the pressure his master was applying. The tile making up the wall was freezing, a stark contrast to the warm water. 

“No talking without permission.”

He’d been bad, he’d been so, so bad, he was sorry, he wouldn’t do it again, he hadn’t meant to! He’d been trying to do what his master wanted him to, but he’d done it wrong, so wrong, he was sorry!

He nodded as best he could, trying to convey how sorry he was through that action alone. He didn’t have to see his master to know just how angry he would look.

He was pushed underwater once again, his head hitting the bottom of the tub painfully. He did his best not to struggle. He was held under until his lungs burned and he couldn’t help but thrash. He needed air. He needed it, he couldn’t hold out for much longer…

He was pulled out by his hair. He choked and sputtered, barely registering it when his master began to speak.

“Clearly you need a lesson in following rules. I’m sure I’ll think of a suitable punishment. Maybe some time in your cage?”

Cole froze. Of any punishment he’d ever been given, the cage was the worst of them. It was small and cramped in there, and he wasn’t allowed any food, and time stretched on for an eternity.

Naturally, he had no way of knowing that his first “night” in the cage had actually been two full days. No windows and no food worked wonders for confusing the sense of time, and if he thought that had been only a singular night, just the threat of a night in the cage would be enough to scare him into submission.

Of course, it was talking that had brought about the idea of a punishment in the first place, so he had no way to plead. Not a look. Not a sound. He was blind, and mute, and so very, very scared.

The tub was drained and what must have been a towel was drying his hair. He was clean, but it didn’t feel like it. Every touch was too much and not enough and he just wanted to see.

His minimal clothes and his handcuffs were returned. His collar was not.

He was sorry, he was sorry, he didn’t want to be punished, even if he deserved it. He just wanted his collar back on and to be given the chance to apologize and for his master to forgive him.

Through it all, as it had been for who knew how long, the blindfold stayed. It was weighed down with water, heavy over his face.

Koshiro carried him back to his room, reattaching him to the chain on the wall.

How he wished he could stay. His pet looked so pretty like this, lost and confused and scared. But he needed to be punished, and he had to go anyway. This would suffice as a wonderful punishment, he was sure. And, if he found himself missing his pet enough, he could always watch the footage from one of the many cameras he had set up around the room. It wouldn’t be the same as the real thing, but he could get through a few hours away.

With his pet’s arms bound firmly behind him and his chain attached to his ankle, Koshiro was confident that he wouldn’t be able to get the blindfold off. He doubted it would even cross his mind, in his state.

He would love to stay and watch him squirm, but the best way to get him to do so was to leave, and his pet needed to be punished.

With that thought in his mind, he stood, snapping a quick photo on his phone, cursing himself for leaving his camera upstairs. Still, it was better than nothing.

He shut and locked the door behind him, just in case, though at this point it probably wasn’t necessary. Just to be safe.

He was positively certain that a day had never been longer. Connecting his security system to his phone may have been the best decision he’d ever made. Every glance at the footage left him more and more eager to get back.

Finally, finally, he returned home, practically shaking with anticipation. He immediately went to the basement, carefully opening the door. And there he was. His gorgeous pet, curled up and shaking on the floor, sobbing his pretty little eyes out. 

He made no move to indicate that he’d even noticed Koshiro coming in.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he said, and his pet flinched violently at the sound.

He sat down beside him, pulling him closer and carding his fingers through his hair.

“All you need to do is ask,” he said, “Go on now.”

This time, his pet begged without hesitation.

“Please,” he choked out, still trembling, “Please master, please take it off, I want to see, I want to see you, please, master, please.”

And oh, yes, there was no better sound in the world.

“There you go, just like that,” he said, going to remove the blindfold.

He took it off slowly, careful not to catch any of his pet’s hair. When it was off, he set it to the side, turning back to face his gorgeous pet.

His pupils were blown wide, impacted greatly by the dark he’d been left in for so long. And that last little bit of rebellion… gone.

You could see in his eyes, if you looked, just how broken he was. How perfect.

“You’ve been so good, pet, so good for me, yes,” he cooed, petting his hair affectionately.

His pet whined, nuzzling his head into Koshiro’s palm.

And FSM, he really had to be the luckiest person alive.

[kairi-chan]

“Don’t come yet…”

Title: I Love You(r Dog) - BoruSara, Designer AU Genre: Humor / Fluff Rating: T

Summary: The fastest way to a girl’s heart is through your dog. 

A/N: A fluffy 2100 word one-shot I wrote today. Unedited, but I hope you enjoy anyway. ^^ 

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Boruto: You like dogs?

Sarada: Yes, I do! I’ve always wanted one.

Boruto: Why not get one?

Sarada: Mama won’t let me. She said we’re away too much to keep a pet.

Boruto: And your dad?

Sarada: I know he wants to give in and get me one, but it’s Mama’s house. Hahaha.

Boruto blinked and quickly went through his camera roll. He couldn’t believe his luck. Sarada loved dogs. The stars simply aligned to work in his favor tonight. He searched for the cutest and fluffiest photo he could find. Once he chose a photo, he sent it followed up with a message.

Boruto: This is Kurama. He’s a good boi.

Sarada: OMG!!!! SUCH A GOOD BOI, SO CUTE!!!!!

He smirked at her response. It was too easy.

Boruto: Of course I’m a good boy.

He even added a smug face at the end.

Sarada: What’s his name? I want to meet him! Omg!!!

Boruto deflated. She completely ignored his response. But he smiled and responded.

Boruto: His name is Kurama. He’s Hima’s dog. But even if I say that, he’s way clingier to dad.

Sarada: Kuramaaaa such a cute naaaame!

He laughed. She was still spazzing over the dog. He wished she would spazz over him instead though. “Damn,” he muttered to himself as he replied, “Got beat by the dog.”

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.Boruto laid flat on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. One arm hanging down, his knuckles grazing the carpet. His mother asked him to stay at home today because it was rare for him to have a free day, but to his woe, his mother forgot that she had a brunch date with her sister planned. Boruto insisted that she go instead. Besides, they could always have tea instead.

He looked at his phone for the nth time in the last two minutes. It was still void of messages. He pouted and then burst out to whine, “When is Sarada going to reply to meeee?”

Just then, his phone lit up. Excitedly, he pulled it closer to his face and opened up the message.

Sarada: Not doing much. Trying to choose which one I like more.

She sent a photo of two bags. One white, one black.

Boruto: It’s obvious. Pick the white one.

Sarada: I know, it’s pretty. But I want the black one, too.

She sent another photo, wherein the buckle had a different shine compared to the white bag.

Sarada: I’m a sucker for this, plus, you know black is my fave.

Boruto rolled his eyes. She gravitated towards black and dark blue colored clothing and jewelry. Partly, he blamed her father, since his tastes were somewhat… dark and always wore those colors. He felt something wet touch his knuckle and he looked down. Kurama was starting back at him, with a happy and expectant face. He smirked and snapped a quick photo of him and sent it to Sarada.

Boruto: This is my fave.

In a matter of seconds, she replied, and he could almost hear her squeal.

Sarada: So cute!! Look at that nose. Boop his nose for me!!!

He chuckled when he read her reply. He called Kurama, and the small dog jumped up, front legs holding on to the edge of the sofa. Boruto pointed his camera at his face, and then carefully touched Kurama’s nose. The dog blinked, and Boruto was happy he caught that on the camera. After a few seconds of sending it to Sarada, he swore he heard her squealing all the way from Japan.

She sent a voice mail of her gushing how cute Kurama is.  

How he wished to hear it in person. ...Sarada’s grip on her phone was getting tighter by the second. On her screen was a photo of a cute brown Pomeranian. Its little pink tongue hanging out to the side, seemingly grinning for the camera. She let out a little squeal as she typed her response.

Sarada: Babyyyyy!

Boruto: Wow, you’re so forward. Calling me baby already?

She rolled her eyes when she read his full response. That kind of quip from Boruto would have usually annoyed her, but she was too happy seeing the dog’s photo.

Sarada: I was talking about the dog, you idiot!

She laughed at his response, but she would be lying if she said her heart didn’t beat the slightest bit faster at the thought of her calling him, “baby.” Sarada choked when she read his response.

Boruto: Good. Because I only respond to, “Daddy.” ...After a long day full of fittings and go-sees, Sarada dove on her bed and took a deep breath. The sheets were clean, and crisp, just what was expected when staying at one of the best hotels in Milan. She opened her eyes and looked out the window, looking at all the sparkling lights from the city below her. Her phone buzzed, and she reached out for it, pulling it a little too close to her face, as her glasses were nowhere to be found.

Boruto: Are you back at the hotel yet? It’s pretty late…

Sarada smirked. Boruto usually partied after a long day, but she knew he was tired as well. He had been working relentlessly on his new line. Usually, if she was on the same continent, he would hop on the next train or plane to visit her. It wasn’t even surprising anymore at this point, as even when they’re oceans apart, he would book the next plane out to wherever she was if she needed him.

Sarada: Yes, just finished taking a shower, lying in bed in my robe… too lazy to get dressed.

Boruto: Ooh. Send me a sexy photo of you.

Sarada scoffed and replied quickly: You know you’re not supposed to do that. Whatever gets on the internet, stays on the internet!

Boruto: hahaha. Fine, fine. Send me a sleepy selfie then.

Sarada: No.

She laughed. It was so typical of her to tease and be difficult.

He sent a photo, and Sarada squinted to recognize what was on the photo. She recognized a sleepy ball of fluff curled up to Boruto’s side, Kurama’s nose was tucked just right, and his small eyes were shut in sweet slumber. She cooed at the photo and send heart emojis to him.

Boruto: Not even for Kurama?

Sarada: When are you going to let me meet him? I want to meet him!

As soon as she sent the text, she bit her tongue. They’ve only been together for a month… as far as she recalled, Kurama’s Himawari’s dog, Boruto’s younger sister, and still lived with her parents in Paris. Asking to meet Kurama was like asking to meet his family. Was it too soon?

Boruto: I’ll let you meet him on our next date.

She blushed furiously. Did this mean their next date would be at his house? She didn’t even get to reply yet when he texted again.

Boruto: You’re only in Milan until Friday, right? Want to come to Paris for the weekend?

This weekend, so soon? Her eyes went wide and a strangled scream escaped her throat. ...Sarada sat on the floor, a small ball of fluff running around all over her, excitedly wagging his tail. Her excited squeals and praises for the tiny dog were filling his entire living room. She looked so cute, being this excited. And the pride that swelled in his chest that she was cooing over his dog made him feel even fuzzier inside.

She kept on petting him, hugging him, and giving him kisses. Kurama looked absolutely thrilled to be receiving this much attention–from a very pretty girl no less.

Although it was fun to watch Sarada have fun, he had to admit… he was getting jealous… of a dog.

“Sure, give the dog that much attention,” he muttered.

Sarada was giggling, as Kurama climbed onto her lap and was now licking her neck and chin. Boruto blushed at the thought of him doing that to her instead.

“What did you say, Boruto?” She asked.

He snapped out of his jealous stupour. “A-ah. Nothing!” He had to think of something quick. “Kurama can do tricks too, ya know?”

“Oh really?” Her dark eyes were sparkling.

“Yeah, here, watch this!”

Saved by the dog. ...“Thank you so much for taking care of her, Sarada.” Boruto thanked her for the thousandth time. His parents were going away on vacation, and Himawari was staying in the country with their grandparents. Boruto was in charge of housesitting but was called for an opportunity to work with another client. It was big, and he didn’t want to miss it.

Sarada smiled as she took Kurama into her arms and petted his head. “No worries. You do know that the only reason why we’re together was because of your dog, right?”

Boruto gave her an unimpressed look. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

She grinned widely and went on her tiptoes to give his cheek a quick kiss. “I’ll be fine. I get to stay in your fancy flat for a few days on my own with Kurama. What more can I ask for?”

He pouted. “Oh, I don’t know–my presence, maybe?”

Sarada laughed and Kurama yelped. She started pushing him out the door of his own apartment. “Yeah, yeah. You can make it up to me when you’re back.”

A devilish grin spread on his lips and he pulled her closer to him, to kiss her jaw. “Wouldn’t you like that, my muse?”

She giggled. “Of course I would, my idiot.”

He groaned and pulled back. “Still calling me that? When will you stop?”

“Never.”

Boruto gave her a crooked smile and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be waiting.” She smiled.  

Kurama barked, not wanting to be left out of the equation. ...“My Muse!” Boruto’s voice boomed through the empty flat, and Sarada had to hold her phone away from her ear. It wasn’t even on speaker, yet it was loud enough for her to think it was. He sounded so excited, already chatting up a storm. She placed him on speaker and placed the phone down on the counter as she opened up a can of dog food.

“Yes, my idiot?” A playful smile on her face.

He huffed, but continued to talk. “I’m done and the deal is sealed. I’m coming home!”

“What?” Sarada fake gasped. “Nooo! Don’t come yet!” She laughed as she poured the contents of the dog food into Kurama’s bowl. The dog excitedly dug in.

Boruto sounded so hurt. “Wh-what do you mean? Don’t you want me to come home already?”

She snickered. He was being such a drama queen again. “I’m having too much fun here with Kurama. You can extend a few more days.”

The dog barked at the sound of his name.

“Whaaaat? If I didn’t know better, I would think you love that dog more than me!”

She laughed. “Are you sure you know better?”

“Saradaaaaa!” Boruto wailed on the other side of the line, and she kept on laughing.

“I’m–I’m sorry!” She couldn’t help but laugh some more. “I just really love you.” Her laughter slowly died out when she realized what she had just said, Boruto also went quiet on the other line. “Ah-I meant–!” Her face flooded with head. “I meant–your dog. I love your dog.”

Boruto was still quiet, and it started to make her panic. She had never said that out loud… Not yet, at least. “I–Boruto, I–”

“I love you, too,” he responded.

A light gasp escaped her lips, she covered her mouth and stood stock still in the middle of his living room, completely speechless.

“And I mean, you.” He assured slowly.  

Sarada felt her eyes prick. She could have started crying if Kurama didn’t start poking at her ankle with his nose, she looked down and saw him pushing his bowl to her feet. She chuckled and squatted down to pet him. There was a comfortable silence that passed between them, Sarada still pressing the phone to her ear. Boruto didn’t need to be in front of her to know that he was grinning.

“I mean you, too,” Sarada replied softly as she petted Kurama’s head. She looked at him lovingly. With the help of this dog, she got to know Boruto and fall in love. Now, she was able to say it out loud, too.

Boruto laughed. “You’re petting Kurama right now, aren’t you?”

Sarada blushed and pulled Kurama into her arms. She sat down on the floor and snuggled up to him. “Uh huh, and cuddling.”

Boruto groaned. “I’m so jealous. I’m taking the next plane back to you right now. That dog is going to steal you from me.”

She smiled. Only Boruto would be jealous of a dog. “Never.”

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@trolldockan I have dodged that with a lot of fluff if I say so myself. hehehe. 

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Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eighteen)

(Chapter one)     (Chapter two)     (Chapter three)     (Chapter four)

(Chapter five)     (Chapter six)     (Chapter seven)     (Chapter eight)

(Chapter nine)     (Chapter ten)     (Chapter eleven)     (Chapter twelve)

(Chapter thirteen)     (Chapter fourteen)     (Chapter fifteen)

(Chapter sixteen)     (Chapter seventeen)

Boys will be boys.

The birthday night doesn't go to plan as the twins fuck up again . Even Rocco’s pissed at them.

Don’t hate meeee lololol, this one's kinda important to help get things moving along to where you all want it to be so, bare with me! There's a method to my madness I promise!!!

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The four of them spent most of the day lounging about the loft until it was time for Lila to work at McGinty's. The boys and Rocco already started drinking but Lila did not since she had work. Aileen would let her finish earlier today though and she knew they would all be staying at McGinty's longer than usual. She knew the boys used to stay there until the early hours of the morning, but since she moved in with them, they just left after her shift since she was usually tired. They much preferred to go back home with her, even if they didn't really do anything other than sleep. A lot of people would be there tonight, even Doc would be there. She’d met the man a few times and he was lovely, but he was still a little shook up from his fall, having Lila to help Aileen at the bar meant he didn't have to work as much and he was grateful.

Lila had shooed the boys out early. Her shift started at 8 and she sent the boys off around 6. She wanted to get ready without them pestering her. She was actually going to make an effort today. Her style was always a little edgy but comfort meant more to her than anything, so she practically lived in her jeans and t-shirts along with her Doc Marten boots. Tonight she was going for a more vampy look. It was the kind of thing she used to wear before becoming a carer for her granda when her friends would take her clubbing in New York, she always got a lot of attention like this. She didn't think she was ugly, but she didn't think she was the prettiest girl around. She felt like a troll next to the twins just simply because in her eyes, they were the most beautiful humans on the fucking planet.

She turned to the side to admire herself in the mirror, she always felt better dressed up like this, she wished she wasn't too lazy to make the effort to do it every day. She was wearing skin tight high waisted black jeans with high wedge black heels. They had some buckles and spikes on them, giving her the edgy vibe she always had. For her top, she decided on being a little more risque than usual. She had wanted an occasion to wear this top ever since she bought it. It was a black bralette. It had a deep v neck, giving her a lovely cleavage with her just a little above average breast size for her tiny frame. It had lace trim along the bottom and there was a couple of inches of skin showing before her jeans started. It was sexy, but it wasn't sluttish. It was always a fine line but she managed it every time. Her red hair was down, she had blow dried it instead of letting it dry naturally and it had made it look thicker, her waves even deeper giving it an almost crimped look. The look was topped off by a headband with a large black bow on it and a thin black choker to frame her elegant neck. She looked good, she grinned to herself at her surge in confidence.

For her makeup, she did simple winged liner, she usually only used mascara. Her bright blue eyes were framed with a rim of kohl liner too, making her eyes stand out even more. She didn't bother with foundation, she didn't really need it, and her lips were painted a deep, almost black matte red colour, making her lips look even poutier.  She grabbed her leather biker jacket, feeling like it fit with the outfit, and then she grabbed her usual messenger bag. She still looked like the usual edgy Lila, but more grown up and a bit vampy.

Lila was going to be pissed as shit. Rocco knew it, he fucking knew it and he was on edge waiting for her. He was sat in a booth with the boys, but they weren't alone. The turn out to McGinty's had been crazy. It seemed that most people that had ever met the twins had somehow found out it was their birthday and turned up. This included the two girls currently groping at the brothers through their clothes and giggling like fucking annoying bitches. He found it amusing how protective of Lila he had gotten. She was his friend, she meant a lot to him. And he knew she wouldn't be happy one fucking bit with this fucking scene. He found it mighty hypocritical of the boys to be doing this whilst they chased off all the guys that liked Lila. Connor had a bleach blonde bitch glued to his side, she was stroking his thigh and giggling as Connor whispered things in her ear that Rocco was sure he didn't want to fucking hear. Murphy's girl had dyed black hair that just made her look like she was on death's door. She was straddling him, actually straddling him as she kissed his neck, his hands on her ass. He didn't understand how the twins had seemed to just forget Lila like that. He knew they were piss drunk already, but so was he and even he had the sense to know this was fucking shitty to do. After all she had done for them, the gifts and everything. These bitches had nothing on Lila, and he didn't know why the guys were even interested. But he soon got distracted when said bitches friend came along, some brown haired beauty. And soon enough Rocco had his own things on his mind, like the girl's tongue down his throat.

The boys didn't really think too much into it, since they were three sheets to the wind already. When the girls had approached them, being all touchy-feely, it was like their brains switched off and their bodies took over. Of course they cared about Lila, but they hadn’t seen any lasses since she came onto the scene and it didn't seem like she was interested anymore. Both of them were incredibly sexually frustrated, it had been the longest they'd gone without fucking sex and Murphy wondered if that was why he was extra angry recently. If they didn't have beer goggles on, they probably wouldn't have even spoken to the girls, but they did, the girls were decent and would be a good fuck, that much was sure. They didn't seem to have any qualms about getting hot and heavy in front of everyone.

Lila got a few catcalls and whistles on her way and she smirked to herself. The heels forced her to walk with her hips swaying more and apparently the men liked it. She knew she looked good, she felt fucking good. She always carried herself well, graceful and a slight swagger to her steps. She looked confident and she smiled as she pushed the door open to McGintys. The first thing she saw was Aileen at the bar and the woman's eyes widened, looking her over before grinning widely. She loved this look on the girl and Aileen had witnessed the two boys, she was disgusted with them and she knew seeing Lila like this would be a nice slap across their faces. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked and she could feel all the eyes looking at her, but she didn't acknowledge it. The bar was mostly full of males.

“Ye look amazin’ sweetheart!” Aileen smirked at her as Lila reached the bar.

“Thanks Aileen, have you seen the boys?” She asked with a smile. Aileen's face fell and she noticed it instantly and she frowned. She was about to ask what's wrong but Aileen gestured to the booth. Lila looked over, her heart sinking as she saw Murphy with some bitch in his lap as they made out. Connor was with another, he was kissing her neck and Lila was sure her hand was down his fucking pants. Rocco sat at the end with someone kissing him seemingly in his own little world. She inhaled deeply, reminding herself they were friends, to quell the deep ache in her chest with the jealousy. It stung like a bitch, after what they had done to her, this was the shit they wanted to play. Fine. Fuck them both. She turned away and Aileen looked at her carefully, reaching out and squeezing her hand.

“Their loss Lila.” She muttered sympathetically.

Lila braved a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, it is their loss. Fuck them. I’m sure I can find someone to keep me company after I’m done with work.” She grinned and making Aileen laugh loudly, she wasn't wrong, Aileen had no doubt she could. Everyone else was staring at the girl.

Lila went into the back, taking her leather jacket off and coming back and started working. Someone on the other side of the bar catcalled her and she snorted to herself. The noise made the boys look over, they had finally come up for air but the girls' hands were still on them. By this point Rocco's girl had passed out, seemingly more intoxicated than he thought, he tried not to let that hurt what little self-esteem he had left. If the three of them were in a cartoon, their jaws would have been on the floor whilst their eyes popped out as they saw Lila behind the bar serving people. The twins knew she was pretty, hell she was beautiful even after she just woke with a hangover. But this was something else. They'd never seen her look so sexy before. Everything from her makeup, hair and her outfit exuded fucking sex appeal and the boys couldn't take their eyes off her. Even Rocco was staring at her. The men around the bar were practically fighting for her attention and she laughed at them, shaking her head. The bitches with the boys got a little jealous of their staring and soon enough their attention was distracted once more with hands down their pants. Although the boys would be liars if they tried to say they didn't keep looking over at the girl, wishing it was her that was touching them.

Lila kept glancing over to the twins even though she knew she shouldn't. She didn't expect this when she came to work today and if the boys' faces were anything to go by, she’d have to find somewhere else for the night because they'd be taking the tramps back with them. She wouldn't have minded so much since they were supposed to be friends, the jealousy was her issue and she had to deal with it, but it was just so brazen and in her face. The three of them had said they liked each other more than friends the night they had the huge fight. They knew she fucking liked them and it felt like a smack in the face after her attempt at giving them a wonderful day. Oh well. Their loss, someone else's gain.

A young Irish lad around her age was keeping her company at the bar. He was handsome but nothing to write home about, but he was really funny and she kept laughing. Every so often the twins would glance her way, seeing her happy and talking to some guy. They felt the jealousy but as they glanced to each other, they felt the guilt. They were practically having some kind of fucking orgy in the booth here and she must have seen them and they sat there jealous she was laughing with someone.

Rocco got bored since his girl was out for the count and he got up, staggering slightly as he was piss drunk.

“Lila!” He beamed as he approached the bar. Lilas' eyebrows shot up seeing how fucking wasted he was and she snorted loudly.

“Fucking hell Rocco, how much have you drank?” She asked incredulously, leaning over to hug him over the bar. He couldn't help the smile as he hugged her back, he felt a little smug he was lucky enough to hug the hot girl and he noticed he looks he got when he moved away.

“A lot! But hoooooly fuck sweetheart, you look...fuck.” He laughed, eyeing her up and down. She threw the dish towel at him with a laugh.

“Thank you Roc.” She smiled at him, making him remember that this was one of his best friends, sweet Lila.

“You should come sit with us when you're done.” The words left his mouth without thinking about it because he'd asked her this a million times in the past. He grimaced when he realised and saw her glance over with disdain.

“Hmm...I think I’ll take a hard pass on that one.” She snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Lila, I didn't mean to say that. They're idiots.” He slurred a little, looking at her with his puppy dog eyes and she gave him a smile.

“It's fine, we're friends after all. But I need to find someone to go home with because I don't feel like being a voyeur when they take the bitches back with them. Aileen said I can leave whenever I want so I don't have to witness... that .” She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“You could always come home with me.” He smirked playfully, she knew he didn't mean it the way it sounded to other people. He was teasing her but also letting her know she could crash on his couch.

“You sure Roc?” She asked with a small smile.

“You know you're always welcome at mine Lila, it's what friends are for. Lettin’ their super hot friend sleep over on their couch to rub it in their other stupid asshole best friends faces the next day.” He grinned making her laugh.

“Thanks Rocco, I think you’re the only decent friend I have.” She mused, giving him a weak smile. He frowned a little, she wasn't wrong and that was fucked up considering he knew the twins cared about her a lot. He ordered a beer and squeezed her hand before he reluctantly went back to the whore house table of doom. When he sat down the twins looked to him with a glare, their eyes were red, betraying how much they had drunk as they looked completely out of it. The girls were still all over them but it seemed they had looked on and seen him talking to Lila.

“Seemed awfully cosy wit’ Lila.” Murphy stated accusingly his words slurring a little from the copious amounts of alcohol running through his veins, like he had any right to behave that way with this bitch on his lap grinding on him. Rocco glanced from one twin to another and scoffed incredulously.

“Whos Lila?” Murphys girl asked. They all ignored her though as the twins stared their hairy friend down.

“Are you fuckin’ serious? I hugged the girl and I’m gettin’ shit when you two fuck heads have the audacity to be practically fuckin’ two girls right in front of her?” He asked, shaking his head, getting pissed at them. They were drunk but this shit was ridiculous, he was drunk too but he wasn't acting like an asshole to Lila. It was like these two fucks couldn't help but sabotage themselves. Things were finally going good with the three of them after last time and they somehow found another way to fuck it up once again, like subconsciously they didn't think they deserved it or some shit. Rocco squinted at them wondering how he suddenly became the wise one when he was so drunk. Nothing was making sense tonight.

Lila had poured some shots for the guys as a birthday gift, she did one for Rocco and she begrudgingly poured the skanks one each too just to be polite. She was their friend, she could do this. She got to the table just as she heard both girls ask.

“Who’s Lila?” They'd asked again, since the raven-haired girl had gone unanswered when she had asked minutes before and they were getting jealous they were talking about some other girl.

“No one lass.” Connor said as he cupped the blonde one's cheek.

“No one ye need te worry about love.” Murphy purred, nipping the raven-haired girl's lips. Rocco was the first to see her and he winced and sucked a deep breath. She looked fucking devastated and he didn't blame her. He was struggling not to punch these assholes in the face. She slammed the tray of shots down, making them fall over and spill into the tray as all eyes in the booth turned to her. She had a stony face and the boys blanched realising she had heard them, as if their brains had finally switched back on and the desperate need for a quick fuck with someone they didn't care about was over. The look on her face was enough to make them sit up a little straighter and Murphy idly wondered if he might just throw up as he felt his stomach flip around on him.

“Who the fuck are you?” The raven-haired girl asked, eyeing her up with a scowl.

“No one you need to worry about apparently.” She sneered coldly, glancing from one twin to another. They were clearly fucking wasted and they just looked at her with wide eyes and slack jaws, like their brains were too riddled with alcohol to even function.

“You spilled the shots everywhere bitch.” The blonde stated dryly. The boys looked to the girl with raised eyebrows, not expecting her to be so hostile with Lila, yet being too dumbfounded to say anything about it.

“Real observant. Good taste guys, great catches you have here.” She snorted bitterly before she turned on her heel and left back to the bar. The boys were frozen, their alcohol soaked brains trying to catch up with them as they realised Lila had heard them and once again they had upset her.

“Wow, well-done guys. I’m startin’ to fuckin’ wonder if you actually hate the girl since you break her heart so much.” Rocco glared, pushing himself away from the table and walking over to the bar.

“Lila! You ready!” He called out. The twins watched with confusion as Lila came from the back of the bar with her jacket on and left with their best friend. They looked to each other mortified, the events sobering them up just a little.

“Really fucked it all up again haven't we?” Connor sighed, pushing the blonde away from him a little. Murphy mirrored him, moving the other girl from his lap.

“Seriously? You're upset over that bitch?” She asked Murphy with a glare.

“Don’t fuckin’ call her that.” Murphy growled, his anger flaring at the fact that was the second time Lila had been called a bitch in the space of five minutes and she hadn't done anything wrong, they had. He wondered if he could hit a woman, the way Connor reached out to him telepathically said no. So instead he got up, his brother following suit and they left the bar. Not before noticing the dirty look Aileen shot the pair. Yeah, they had fucked up again.

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Bad Day part 3

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The following week Rami was off to LA. Luckily this round he was only going to be gone for two weeks and would be home in three more days! He called me every morning at 7am, which in LA it was the ungodly hour of 4am, just to tell me to have a good day and that he loved me. We texted anytime he was free, and facetimed each night when I was going to bed. I loved him so much for always thinking of me even while he was away.

I had put in my two weeks notice at the office a few days after Rami asked me to go to London with him, so I only had the reaminder of this week left!

It was Wednesday morning and promptly at 7am, my phone buzzed.

"Good morning, handsome." I said into the phone, starting to get dressed for work.

"Hello love. Just think, three more days and you'll be done with that place and you can come home and I'll be there waiting for you with open arms! And then you'll be with me on a longgg 9 hour plane ride with meeee!!"

"Oh..great...." I teased him.

"Hey, you know you love me!" I wish I could see his face, I bet he had that little smirk on.

"Yeah yeah yeah...I do.." I giggled back.

"I miss you (Y/N), I can't wait to be back home with you...doing filhy things with you..." he whispered that last part in a teasing way.

"Don't you dare start..."

"I want to take you in my arms, kiss you har..."

"RAMI!!"

"hard..slowly undress you...slide my hand down...."

"RAMI I have to get ready for work!"

"...down to your good spot...cupping your wet warmth..."

"Fuck it..ill be late. You got me babe, don't let me down now..."

"Have I ever let you down baby?" I got myself back into bed now, only half dressed. His words were definitely making me feel some sort of way.

"Never." Shaking my head. "You always make me feel so good. I love your touch, I crave you to be inside of me.." I said, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Oh yeah baby. Tell me, what are you wearing?" he sneered.

"Wouldn't you like to know.." I winked even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"As a matter of fact I do..it would really help me out right now."

"Bra and panties."

"Color? Lacy? Silky? Come on, help a guy out."

"Blush pink, silky. But they are in the works of coming off...." I teased and unclasped my bra and slid my panties down my legs.

"Thats so hott (Y/N)! I bet your nipples are rock hard, and your pussy is wet."

"Yes sir. Very wet. What do you want me to do?" I asked seductively.

"Place your hands on your breasts. I want to feel those beauties so bad...sucking your nipples."

"Mmm yes baby, I love the sound of that. I want to take your cock in my hands..and then in my mouth. Sucking you. Bobbing my head up and down your length."

"Fuck (Y/N) you're good. You make me so fucking hard."

"Oh yeah? I want to make you cum so fucking hard, swallowing every..last..drip.." By now I slithered my hand down my stomach to begin touching myself. Our phone sex may not be the greatest, but its the best we can do when we are apart.

"Shit..really? That sounds so fucking hott! Start rubbing your clit now."

"Oops I'm already doing that..and it feels so good."

"Quick slide in a finger!" He demanded. I did as I was told.

"Mmm Rami, now what?"

"Add another! Then curl those fingers baby!" He said. I curled my fingers as he told me to, finding the spot he can always find so easily by himself. "Pump em' in and out baby."

"Oh shit, I'm so close. Talk to me..tell me what you want to do to me!" I said, pumping my fingers in and out, curling them. It didn't feel nearly as good compared to when Rami did this.

"Yes baby, cum for me! I want to suck and flick your clit while pumping my fingers in you. You squeezing my head with your thighs."

"FUCKK RRAMI..don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Pumping my fingers faster, grinding my clit on the palm of my hand.

"Then i'll lick my fingers clean of your juices. Then kiss you, sliding my tongue to meet yours."

"I need you inside me me baby, right fucking now!"

"I guide myself in you, filling you. Fuck (Y/N) you are so fucking tight around me! Slamming myself into you.."

"MMMM...FUCKK YESS OH GOD!!!" I moan as I let myself go. Hearing his voice saying these things to me just made me so hot. "Ahhh I..I..love you so much Rami!!" I kept going with the sexy talk to help him get off. After a few loud grunts and moaning of my name I knew he was in his ecstasy.

"(Y/N), you make me feel so amazing. You never cease to amaze me. I love you too, so much." He said, panting and out of breath. "I really really can't wait to be with you in a few short days."

"I can't wait too baby." I said, trying to compse myself to get up and get dressed for work, I was going to be so late! "So, how am I going to explain why I am so late this morning?"

"Stop at Dunkin' on your way in, grab a dozen donuts and a box of joe. Tell them the line was really long but you felt like treating everyone since its your last few days." He suggests. A huge smile appeared on my face.

"Rami Malek, have I ever told you how brilliant you are!? Thank you! I will do just that!" I blushed.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

"I'll talk to you later babe, have a great day!! I love you!" Not wanting to get off the phone with him but I knew I had to so I could finish getting ready and head to Dunkin'.

"Thank you love, You as well. I love you more!" He said.

"Not in a million years." I said and we hung up. I was being honest though, I don't think he could love me more than I love him. Equally, maybe. But not more!

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It was finally Friday! The whole office threw me a Bon Voyage party for my last day. I was a bit surprised by it honestly, I didn't think any of them even liked me. I loaded my car with flowers and cards that some of my co-workers had given me. My drive home was the best, knowing I never had to go to that place again, knowing that Rami was home waiting for me. Anxiously trying to get home as quick as possible, I unfortunately hit every red light.

I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of my car. Running to the house, leaving the flowers and cards in the car, knowing he could help me transport them to the house later. I just HAD to see him!!

I unlocked the door and opened it to Max whining and wagging his tail, happy to see me. "Honey I'm homeeeee!" I called, hanging up my coat and purse.

"SURPRISE!!!" said from a few familiar voices. Rami, had invited both our familes and some of our closest friends over for a surprise last minute going away party! I ran straight to him and took him in my arms.

"Thank you baby, you didn't have to do this! I love you so much!" I looked at him in eyes and pecked his lips. He took me around the corner to a more secluded room so he could kiss me more passionately without the audience.

"I know baby. I know we haven't been together for two weeks but I figured we should see our friends and families before we leave for London on Tuesday." He was such a family man, I loved him for that. We went back out to entertain our guests. I talked with my parents while Rami was joking around with his twin brother, Sami.

I went to the empty kitchen to grab myself another glass of wine when Yasmine, Ramis older sister, came in behind me.

"So, are you excited to be going to London?" she asked.

"Ecstatic! I know I won't be going on set a lot of the days but I have always wanted to go sightseeing in London, so here is my chance! As well as being with the love of my life!" I said grabbing the wine from the fridge.

"Well, you sure are glowing! You will love it over there! Just don't go too crazy!" She said and left the room. What did she mean by glowing? Shit. When was the last time I had...? I ran to look at the calendar. I looked down and placed my hands on my stomach. Could I be? No....I can't be.... right? I'm on birth control!

The rest of the party I couldn't stop thinking about Yasmines comment. GLOWING. Sami and Rami hugged it out on the front porch and I waved from the front door. Rami closed the door behind him as we went in to clean up the house. He was washing dishes in the kitchen as I wiped down the kitchen table.I was so nervous to talk to him about what his sister had told me, but I was dying inside, I had to tell him!

"So Yasmine told me something interesting tonight.." I said anxiously.

"Oh my God, please dont tell me she told you the time when I...." he started to say. I interrupted him.

"No no babe not that. She said I was glowing..." I forced out. He stopped washing the glass in his hand and looked confused.

"What does she mean by that?" he asked, running the glass under the faucet to get the soap off and placing it in the drying rack.

"Well, most of the time when people say that women are 'glowing' they mean.." He instantly turned around to look at me. He had an indifferent look on his face.

"(Y/N) are you pregnant?" he asked in different tone. I couldn't tell if he was angry, scared, or happy.

"I don't know. I didn't even realize I was late until she mentioned I was 'glowing'!" Rami just had a blank stare on his face. "Please, please say whats on your mind love."

"I mean, you know...I'd be delighted if you are. Its not the best of timing, but we will take things as they come if you are pregnant." He walked over to me, grabbing my hands, bringing them to his chest. "I'd love to see a little you or me running around!" His answers made me so relieved. Yes, were going to London, not the best timing but..we will be happy.

"Oh thank God! I was so nervous of what you would say. You would be an amazing father, Rami." I said and took him in my arms tighter than ever.

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The next morning I woke up and rolled over to where Rami had been sleeping right next to me. My eyes still closed, feeling around for his body but he wasn't there. I rubbed and opened my eyes to find a note on his pillow. 'Good morning love, Ran out to pick up a few things, be back soon. I love you! -Ram.'

I stayed in bed wondering what he could have possibly needed to go out so early for on a Saturday morning! He was not a morning person and would always sleep in later than I would. So this was definitely odd behavior for him to be up and out before me!

I heard him close his car door when he got home. I was just so excited that he was back. His keys jingled in the front door. I wanted him so bad, I took off my pjs and hid anxiously under the covers for him to come find me! His footsteps getting louder and louder the closer he got to our room. I sat up, wrapping the blankes around my chest.

"Good morning baby" he said, carrying a few bags and two coffees. "Got you your favorite coffee and a muffin!" He kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you honey! But whats with all the bags?" I asked curiously. He dumped out the bags on the bed. Tons of pregnancy tests came falling out.

"I didn't know which brand you preferred or which is most accurate. So here is one of every kind thats out there!" he said looking down at them. " I could barely sleep last night, thinking about this too much."

"Oh, Rami!" I giggled. "Come here baby!" Still holding up the blankets to cover my chest. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, his head now holding up the blanket against me. "Thank you, I love you." I smiled and kissed the fuzzy side of his head.

"Lets go, I want to know. I need to know love." he said, urging me to get up to take one of the many many tests. He tossed me the throw blanket from the chair, he must have known my original intentions of the morning. I wrapped myself up in the warm, flannel blanket and grabbed one of the tests.

"Alright, it says we need to wait 5 minutes to get the results." I set the timer on my phone. I threw on my bathrobe to stay warm.

"5 minutes!?" he said, pacing around the bedroom. I took his hands in mine, kissing his knuckles.

"Baby relax. We are in this together. I am just as anxious." I sat him in the arm chair beside the bed and sat on his lap, throwing my legs up over the arm of the chair. Cupping his face in my hands I turned him to look at me. "Seriously, are you okay with all of this?"

"I'm excited and nervous. Especially since I'm not sure how long we will be in London for still. I just want you to know I will be there for you no matter what the outcome. I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you too Rami."

The sound of my phone started going off to let us know it was time. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." he said, picking me up in his arms, kissing me and gently placing my feet on the floor. We went in to the bathroom to check. A single red line was the result. "What does that mean??" He was fidgeting with the tests intructions to figure out what it meant.

"Negative." I said.

"Take another!" He said, running back in the bedroom to grab me another test. "That test was a bad one. You've got to be pregnant, Yasmine is always right!" He stopped and looked at me with narrowed eyes.."don't you dare tell her I ever said that!" We both laughed. He left the room so I could take this second test. Luckily I had that coffee. I came back out and sat on edge of the bed, head in my hands. "Whats wrong love?" He was digging out our suitcases out of the back of our closet.

"What if...what if i'm not pregnant?" I said sadly. He came over and sat next to me.

"Well then we will try again, a lot." he sneered. "(Y/N), don't worry about it. The timing isn't the greatest, but if you are, thats great too! I really want to be the father of your baby. You will be a wonderful mother when the time is right. I love you, sweetheart, forever, regadrless of this outcome." He always knew the right things to say.

"I love you too. I just, I dont know. I really want this. I have always wanted to have kids but never really thought when I wanted them. And now, I really want this." His hand on my cheek moved my face to look at him.

"I really want this too." He said and kissed my lips. We went back in to check this test together. Hand in hand. I closed my eyes.

"I can't look Rami, what does it show?" I asked, covering my face with my empty hand.

"A plus sign?"he questioned.

"OMG!" I squealed, opening my eyes to look at it myself to make sure he was right.

"Baby, whats it mean!?!?!" he turned to me to see the look on my face.

"Rami, WE'RE PREGNANT!" I yelled. He grabbed me in his arms and spun me around. Kissing my whole face.