#babes I am bowing to you rn

[mjtheartist04]

SCREAMING AND CRYING-

SCREAMING AGAIN AND CRYING SOME MORE⁉️

CHERRI YOU-

YOU SWEET LIL PEACH

*AGGRESSIVELY SHAKES YOU*/AFFECTIONATE

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME!??? TO MY LIL HEART??? IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT RN-

IM CRYING, BAWLING MY EYEBALLS OUT, WHILE SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW‼️‼️

You took the time of day to make me THIS HEARTWARMING SWEET LITTLE DRABBLE, AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT A DRAWING ASWELL!??? JUST SHOWS HOW MUCH OF A KIND CARING PERSON YOU ARE

You have put so much thoughtfulness and care into this. Both writing and the drawing.😭

The warmth, the tenderness, the softness, the comfort, the kiss on the cheek-

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE “There’s my girl.”

I HAD THE MOST SILLIEST GOOFIEST GIDDIEST GRIN PLASTERED ON MY FACE

The way you write genya is just perfect. The care he has towards her, the warmth and gentleness he gives her, the love he has for her and only her

JUST MAKES ME- ODNDJDJDJSJJSJ💖💖💖

AND THEY WAY YOU WRITE OUT RIKAS PERSONALITY IS TOP TIER‼️‼️ YOU BRING OUT HER PERSONALITY AMAZINGLY✨

JUST EVERYTHING IS PERFECT CHERRI ALL OF THIS

I FELT MY HEART AND SOUL HEAL SO QUICKLY

BECAUSE OF YOU CHERRI, YOU ARE MY COMFORT PERSON, MY WIFE, MY BEST FRIEND, MY PLATONIC SOULMATE, MY RIDE OR DIE

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING AND I AM SO GREATFUL TO KNOW JUST HOW MUCH OF AN AMAZING WONDERFUL PERSON YOU ARE

You bring so much warmth and happiness and joy into my life I can’t even- I don’t know how to thank you enough. words can’t even COMPARE to how I feel rn, words aren’t even enough to the things you do for me, and my god Cherri….you truly are a blessing…it may not look like it’s much BUT IT MEANS THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME

You have helped me so much more then you know, and you showed me what’s it’s like to be truly cared for;; you have truly given me one the best years in my life time.💖

I love you so much Cherri. Thank you. for all of this🥹

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUU‼️‼️

☆I Need You☆

I know my girl @mjtheartist04 is going through a rough patch, and I wanted wife's spirits to be lifted up as we reach the holiday season!! I hope you don't mind a very quick drabble and doodle I wanted to give you in hopes of helping out, boo! 🥹🩷🩷

♡♡♡

Tired. Rika was tired. It felt odd to her to finally admit it, but she couldn't just deny it and keep her head up anymore... It felt damn near impossible.

It felt like the village was against her in that moment, she knew how upset and impatient they were beginning to grow the more she showed up empty handed without any sign of finding out the issue with the small town. Flocks of sheep were growing smaller and smaller as winter grew, and a few people had begun going missing even.

The dirty looks she'd get, the silent treatment, hell, just the other day someone straight up told her if she didn't figure this wolf crisis out, she might as well leave and never feel welcome enough to come back.

She stood in the dark, the cold, head tilted up to the dark sky, watching fresh snow begin to fall melting wherever her warm foggy breath wafted in the air, and snowflakes tickled her skin and cheeks, rosey from the cold nipping at her skin. The heavy layers of her crimson cloak didn't seem to help the deep, chilling ache in her chest, that felt as though it grew thrice in size with each shakey breath she took.

She felt like falling on the mucky ground, taking her defeat and sitting on the front steps of the Inn with her head bowed in shame, yet she stood there, unmoving, like some part of her was still hopeful, one sliver of dignity keeping her knees from giving out already.

"What are you doing?"

The familiar voice behind her caused Rika to jump, but she didn't turn to look who it was. "I'm not really sure." She answered him after a pause. She didn't try to hide the dryness in her tone.

Genya only responded with a grunt, his frown deepening as he stepped toward Rika’s side, unable to control himself from taking a few glances at her before she would notice. He seemed skittish and nervous, like if he moved a single inch closer, she'd break.

Rika heaved out a sigh, bringing a hand up to her face and rubbing the bridge if her nose exhausted, still haven't even looked at Genya while he himself wasn't able to keep his eyes off of her. "I just don't understand."

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong anymore... I thought I knew what I was doing, but the more I come back from the woods every time with nothing, the more I realize that... I'm not cut out for this..." Genya could see the guilt she'd practically pried off of him and placed on her shoulders. The guilt of something she thought was her fault when it was his. When it should he him holding this weight and taking the accountability... If she'd even let him, he'd carry hers twice the way.

His throat felt dry now, looking away to the ground ashamed, but his throat felt closed, his body and mind fighting to tell her everything, to let her know that she wasn't in the wrong.

"I should leave." The second Rika said it, Geyna perked up immediately, mouth slightly parted as though to interject, but no sound came out other than a small noise of alarm. "Rika -"

"It's obvious the longer I here, the more unwelcome I'll become." She spoke, her voice growing more shakey and fast, like nervous rambling.

"Rika, please just -"

"If anything, I'm harming more people the longer I'm hear giving them false hope."

"Rika -" "After everything they've done, and this is how I repay them?"

"Hey."

Genya's voice grew bolder, stern, enough to get Rika to fall silent, finally looking at him, and she felt almost ready to cry. His eyes were locked in hers, his face contorted into something that looked like irritation, yet his dark eyes gleamed with care and worry. Rika’s throat felt tight, and she bit on her lower lip to keep it from trembling.

Genya seemed to think for a second before his hand came up to the hood of her cloak, tugging the fabric a little between two of his fingers. His gaze softened, a look Rika had rarely ever seen in him before, a slow smile creeping up his lips that made the ache in her heart start to feel like fluttering butterflies in her ribcage.

"Hey..." He said, softer now, tugging the cloak just enough for it to fall from her head and upon her shoulders, the waves of navy locks tumbling down left him almost breathless, moving his hand to brush away her bangs ever so slightly, his fingertips barely grazing her forehead.

"We need you more than you give yourself credit. Whether they see it now or later, we're lost without someone like you there to protect us. I'm lost without you. I need you."

Would she ever know how true those words were? Would she know how her even being here was both a blessing and a curse to him? This girl doing everything to protect many others from himself, only to save him from his predatory nature at the same time?

He slowly pulled himself closer to her, his lips gently pressing against her cheek for no longer than a second, before he pulled away.

The rough sensation pressing to her cheek was enough ti get an alarmed gasp. His lashes fluttered against the corner of her eye and his nose tickling the side of her face. Her eyes widening ever so slightly as the warmth where his lips once were bloomed into a very vibrant blush trailing along her face, causing her drooping ears to perk up even.

It felt almost inevitable to fight a small smile beginning to grow on her lips, blinking away the glossy tears pricking the corner of her eyes, a shakey sigh of relief escaping her lungs after the band of guilt and overlooking emotions seemed to snap. But instead of flooding from her, it felt as thought it all just... Melted away.

"There's my girl." He said, his hand dropping back to his side as he grinned, almost proud, yet it seemed to almost he thanking her if anything. "Now let's get inside. I don't need you catching a cold and make me spoon feed you soup for the next week." Genya spoke, turning on his heel and heading up back toward the Inn, stopping and waiting for Rika to follow.

"Well if I knew that was an offer I might’ve just stayed out here a little longer." She joked, hurrying after him close enough to hear the scoff that followed from him.

"Don't push your luck." He seemed to scold, but Rika could.hear the playfulness in his voice, and practically hear the ghost of a smile grazing his lips.

She suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore, or her feet felt heavy. She didn't feel alone, or that the world was against her, cause she wasn't going to face it by herself, not without Genya by her side.

And who better to face the world with than him?

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Am I requesting again because I love your fics? Yes yes I am AND IM NOT SORRY. Theo x ftm Reader (but like reader is Pansy’s brother ^3^) I feel like this HAS POTENTIAL but if you want to completely make ur own storyline be my guest because I trust you more than I trust my brain ٩( ᐛ )و

oHOHOHOH YIPPEE DW BABE I GOTCHU

also i’m on a yandere fix rn (if you couldn’t tell by the literally everything i’ve written these last few weeks) so uh, sorry if that was not what you were envisioning 🥲

requests. please. i beg of you. 🙏

Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” You ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Panz, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother,” she dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” You gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Crabbe and Goyle that Panz doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/N, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/N reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/N’s hand felt in his. Y/N made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/N Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left,” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo said through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

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fave lyrics from all songs + commentary because I need to SAY THINGS part 1

1. Fortnight - "your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her" (babe this is illicit affairs but unhinged I love it)

2. The Tortured Poets Department - "You left your typewriter at my apartment, Straight from the tortured poets department, Who else decodes you?" (mecore mecore MECORE LETS GO)

3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys - "Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me" (thinking of Diane and the revenge dress rn)

4. Down Bad - "Fuck it if I can't have him" (hopeless romantic me loves this in a problematic way)

5. So Long, London - "You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died at the altar waitin' for proof" (ough)

6. But Daddy I Love Him - "I'm havin' his baby. No, I'm not, but you should see your faces" (fuckin snarky 4th wall taylor I love you)

7. Fresh Out The Slammer - "To the one who says I'm the girl of his American Dreams" (although this song is not about positive love I am biased about this line)

8. Florida!!! - "Little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in" (OUFH ALSO FLORENCE ILY)

9. Guilty As Sin? - "What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?" (:3)

10. Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? - 'So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?" (women 👏 unapologetically 👏 not 👏 humble)

11. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - "Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man. No really, I can" (so much writing potential)

12. loml - "You're the loss of my life" (WDYMMMMMMMM)

13. I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - "'Cause I'm miserable (Haha). And nobody even knows" (the overachiver mental health anthem)

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - "And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive. The smallest man who ever lived" (see really said imma hold a grudge on the man with a small dick)

15. The Alchemy - "The hospital was a drag. Worst sleep that I ever had." (medical trauma besties u know this one)

16. Clara Bow - "You look like Taylor Swift. In this light, we're lovin' it. You've got edge, she never did" (T A Y L O R)

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I'm on a huge Kris x Karl kick rn please tell me more about these two losers I love them

Anon. Beautiful anon. I am so sorry this is late lmao. I wanted to actually give you something in response to this ask, not just muse for a few sentences. I hope you enjoy this ficlet (is it a ficlet if it's over 2k words??? whatever) involving the aforementioned losers, and I'm so very glad you love them as much as I do. :) ******************************************** Tunnel of Love Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x OC Setting: No Village AU, maybe set in Check Engine's universe if you've read my fic Genre: Mostly humorous fluff Warnings: Swearing if that ain't your thing, some heavy petting but nothing I'd classify as too intense. ;) Word count: 2243

“Next. Next, please.”

Kris could scarcely think of a worse summer job than manning a boat ride at the county fair, and she couldn’t blame the exasperation evident in the teenager’s voice as he tried to explain a laundry list of safety precautions to the already-too-handsy couple boarding their swan-shaped vessel. The line staggered ahead lazily as the enticing smell of funnel cake wafted from somewhere nearby. She wondered, if only for a moment, if she could convince Karl that eating more fried monstrosities was a better idea than getting in a completely non-seaworthy watercraft with peeling paint and God knew what staining the moist cushions, but given the way he was already bouncing on the balls of his feet to see how many more couples were ahead of them, she abandoned the hope all too quickly. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, or that she was afraid of water - quite the contrary, under normal circumstances she would have agreed to it with no reservations. If you ignored the questionable sanitation, a slow boat ride through a quiet, dark tunnel sounded almost divine. But these weren’t normal circumstances; she was exhausted. How long had they been here? Twelve hours? How many rides had Karl dragged her on against her will, how many cheap beers had she downed to quell the anxiety of getting into a giant metal death trap over and over again? The ride looked exceptionally dark against the backdrop of the neon carnival lights, the distant ferris wheel in particular drenching the night sky in a sort of kaleidoscope effect that sent Kris’s already uneasy stomach churning. The larger problem, though, as she saw it, was that they were the oldest pair in line. By at least two decades. They were the only middle aged couple in a sea of overly horny teenagers and they looked like lunatics - particularly because Karl also had the “overly horny” part covered. Kris had swatted his hand away from her backside more than once now, the cover of night blessedly shielding her burning cheeks and ears from prying eyes. The line moved again. She shuffled forward, arm in arm with Karl, trying to look as small as possible - a feat that was next to unthinkable given the gargantuan stuffed puppy tucked under her free arm. Yet another ingredient in the stew of her agitation, her boyfriend had made it his God given goal the second they’d arrived to win her the biggest prize possible. It was cute, at first - adorable, even. Karl had scrutinized each game at least twice, asked her opinion on each of the potential spoils and finally landed on the strength-tester after some intense negotiations. “But there’s bigger stuffed puppies at the basketball game over there - don’t you want one of those?” “Babe, they’re bigger than me - are you gonna carry it around? Besides, these ones have bow ties, and everything’s better with a bow tie.” It had been a partial truth. Mostly Kris didn’t want to see Karl get dunked on - literally - by someone half his age. The last thing she needed was him dedicating the following year to avenging himself and trying to become a sports phenomenon with knees that sounded like snapping crab legs every time he stood up. He’d made her laugh, at least, as he put on a show of exaggerated stretches and warm-ups before his attempt. Kris had expected him to fail, to be honest. Karl was strong but she knew most of these games were rigged. Still, she didn’t have the heart to kill his excitement and if he wanted to go for it, who was she to stop him? If he couldn’t do it, she’d happily settle for a more manageable sized prize - perhaps one of the tie dyed teddy bears - and she’d nearly looked away when he’d at last swung down the hammer against the block. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised when the bell rang out. Kris had gestured slack-jawed at the black and white puppy with the purple bow tie while Karl grinned like a smarmy tomcat. 

Her poor therapist was going to hear another earful of musings about why exactly she’d fallen in love with this greasy asshole - no one could explain it, least of all her. “I think we’re next,” Karl’s excited voice barely restrained to normal levels. “That kid up there chickened out at the last minute.” Probably because they realized these boats are one splinter away from sinking, Kris thought miserably. She turned her head over her shoulder and grimaced at the hordes of teenagers waiting behind them - bright eyed and fashionable and looking nothing like her, with her ever darkening under eye circles and Karl’s ill-fitting oil stained hoodie thrown over her shoulders.

“Oh boy,” she said, straining to match his energy. At last they stepped forward onto the dock, its wet surface shimmering under the cascade of surrounding colors. The ride operator, the only person who looked even remotely as tired as Kris, turned a dead-inside gaze toward them. If he had any thoughts about the weird older couple hopping on a ride notorious for awkward first kisses and wandering hands, he blessedly kept them to himself. “You’ll have to leave the stuffed animal here, ma’am. You can pick it up when the ride is done.” “Oh, yeah. Thanks,” Kris’s arm practically cried out in relief as she plopped Karl’s oversized gift down next to a collection of other toys and purses left behind for safekeeping. “How, uh, how long is this thing? Usually?” The kid sniffed. “I dunno. Five minutes, tops. That is, if no one falls overboard and we have to stop it for an hour.” “Great.” Karl nudged her, practically vibrating with excitement despite the banality of it all. He’d pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, apparently deciding that it would be too dark in the tunnel even for him with them on. His eyes were almost brighter than anything else around them, and Kris nearly felt like complimenting him until he opened his stupid, annoying mouth. “Bet you a corn dog I can get you off before we come out the other end.” The ride operator sighed. Kris wanted to drown herself.

“Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times and in a place where we can all see them. And please no inappropriate displays…” he sounded like he wanted to get hit by a stray meteor at all costs. 

“Define inappropriate.” Kris had known Karl would say something once they got up here but she hadn’t been sure what. She rolled her eyes and elbowed him in his soft midsection, earning a snicker and a feigned offended exclamation. “I was just asking!” The operator stopped their boat with his foot just long enough for the pair to clamber in. Karl, ever ungraceful, managed to splash water onto the floor when he flopped down next to Kris with zero regard for the integrity of the vessel. He flung an arm around her shoulders and waggled his eyebrows suggestively as the boat lurched forward, setting off into the black light filled tunnel ahead at a lopsided angle. “You’re obnoxious, you know that?” Kris booped the end of his nose with her index finger and pretended to be more interested in the neon paint on the walls than him. “Yeah,” he said, proudly, before scooting a touch closer. “And you’re pretty.” Was he…. Oh no, was he being romantic? “Tell me something I don’t know.” Kris leaned back a bit, forcing Karl to lean in even further. The sounds of the carnival outside began to deaden the further in they traveled, until all that was left was the lapping of the water against the sides of the boat and the crackling sound of public domain piano music warbling out from hidden speakers. To her horror and private delight, Karl decided to put his mouth to use on something better than cheesy pick up lines and infodumping about motorcycles and cars for once. He brushed aside her dark curls from the shoulder closest to him and set to work leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin of her next while Kris subconsciously shifted, the ache in her feet from walking all day replaced by an ache of another sort, higher up her body. Jesus Christ. She was mad. Mad that she’d agreed to this, mad that she was letting him act like a hormonal sixteen year old on a shitty fair ride, mad that she was getting into it. She had been a respectable person, once. Then her lizard brain had taken over and she’d gotten the hots for her mechanic, and with every passing day she was turning into more of a clown. “Karl–” it came out breathier than she would have liked– “Karl, stop. We’re going to– oh – we’re going to get in trouble, you buffoon.” “Who’s gonna tell,” he murmured against her ear, before tracing her jaw with chaste kisses and bringing a hand up to turn her face to him. “You don’t think they have cameras on this thing?” “Sure they do,” Karl shrugged, “but you think anyone’s actually watching? These guys don’t get paid enough to give a shit.” He was probably right about that. Before Kris could come up with another excuse, Karl captured her lips in his own and settled his hands near her waist, filling her senses with him. She sighed and surrendered herself to the action, too tired and too stupidly in love to fight it. She threaded her fingers through his silvery hair and dragged him closer, pretending to ignore the victorious smirk she felt him pull while his scratchy beard undoubtedly reddened her skin. Jackass. Whatever hastily painted designs littered the walls of the tunnel, neither of them noticed. Kris decided that because the fair was closing in an hour anyway, it wouldn’t matter if they got kicked out - she’d already indulged so much today, what was one more thing? She slipped a hand underneath Karl’s collar and toyed gently with his chest hair, earning a deep growl in response. “Two can play at that,” he muttered before quickly sneaking up the back of her shirt and unhooking her bra with practiced ease - much better than the first time, when Kris had thought he was about to burst into tears trying to figure out how it worked. Some engineer. “Karl!” “What? I’m just following the rules. He said nothing inappropriate - inappropriate would be if I tore your clothes off and did what I’m actually thinking of doing right now. No one’s gonna know I just gave the girls some room to breathe…” “Fuck you.” “Please do, doll.”

Stupid,  stupid man with his stupid unkempt beard and his stupid uneven grey hair that he cut himself while drunk in the bathtub. She was angry at how much she liked him. Furious. Kris decided that when they were done sucking each other’s faces off, she was going to throw him overboard in the nasty ride water and make a comment about how he needed a shower anyway. She dragged him in again, with such force that the boat wobbled this time, and let him content himself with his wandering hands and probing tongue. She hated to admit she was enjoying herself. Maybe, maybe, if he behaved, she’d even admit that he’d been right about this whole thing. He’d never shut up about it, but maybe he deserved it… just this once.

The moment never came, though. All too soon the light at the dock beamed around the corner and he pulled away after one last kiss, punctuated by a nip on her lower lip. Kris gasped as if coming up for air, and to her horror she subconsciously leaned after him, trying to capture the moment before it slipped away into the night. She practically crawled into his lap, ignoring the self-satisfied look on his face. “That’s not fair– Karl, you can’t do that to me and just– get back here!” 

“Ma’am, please don’t make me call security on you.” Kris froze. When exactly they’d pulled up and stopped, she wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was the fact that there were now a bunch of judgemental teenagers looking at her, someone technically old enough to be their mother, on top of someone who looked like he’d been pulled out of a dumpster, and her hair was undoubtedly askew in such a way to make it obvious what they’d been doing. Karl exited the ride as if nothing was amiss and clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.

“Yeah, pumpkin. So sorry about her, can’t take her anywhere,” Karl gestured in Kris’s direction with a smug grin that made her want to punch his throat. “Let’s get you home to sleep off those beers. You’re kinda obsessed with PDA, you know that?”

Kris clambered out of the boat, quickly snatching the stuffed puppy and tucking it back in its rightful place under her arm, patently refusing Karl’s outstretched hand. The swan boat’s faded eyeball regarded her in a way that was somehow both lifeless and mocking, as if it had seen so many such instances over the years but never got used to them. Her cheeks flared as she stormed past into the yellow glow of the night ahead, ears roaring so loudly it almost drowned out her partner’s guttural laughter. 

“I’m going to skin you alive, Karl Heisenberg.”

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

Aww Neil just looking at the stars.

Jane just manhandling Neil and sharing smoke with him. Goddamn Jane. 😍

I know I don't really know what Jane looks like because I can't remember, but she is so hot to me. Like she acts hot.

Classic stargazing.

Oh my God Johnny bringing up Nara for Neil. 😂 He couldn't do it himself.

Poor stammering, slightly high Neil. So awkward about Nara, stammering and stuttering.

Kabir is there??? What does European looking mean?

Kabir I love you, but please don't try and take on Whethers, he's a sweetie but he will crush you.

Bless Britta for trying. 😂

He did not just call Whethers a pussy??? And goes to yell at him. 😂 I forgot Kabir and Whethers already know each other sort of from New York.

Oh Kabir you're using your magic shit???

Wynn saying babe, I just got you back. 🥺

Goddamn Whethers. So hot.

Oh no is Kabir really going to have a public breakdown rn about this? 😂 Oh no this is so sad. He is so pathetic. Goddamn.

Noooo Miles! Not a bow! 😂 So awkward and still hardcore owning it.

😂😂😂 Which car did they take??? 😂😂😂

What is going on???? Is this just all natural Kabir or is he under some sort of spell???

Lmaooo calling Johnny 😂😂😂 and Johnny basically brushing him off so he ends up crying while he hangs up. 😂 I can't.

He's European??? Does that mean we are crazy.

Lmaooo Wynn yelling at Neil that he doesn't understand. And then telling him Kabir has a surprisingly big dick. 😂😂

Wynn is right though, communication!!! Though the others are also right.

Subtext is the illusion of language. Now that sounds deep.

Also Miles has literally said nothing yet. 😂

So she just needs to suck his dick???

Lmaoooo Miles wanting to know what car because he's worried it might be his.

Omg that star is bright enough to cast them in red light??

Jane I love you, but a sparkly golden thong sounds very uncomfortable, but maybe that's just me. It does sound very hot.

Pendragon's army. 👀 He has to be here.

Ohh Johnny doing a speech, he is doing such a good job. 🥰

Yessss Booo the sabat!

Oh no.... This feels bad, this is gonna end bad, isn't it?

Oh maybe not, or not yet I should say. Oh nvm it still goes bad.

Is she threatening his daughter??? How does she fucking dare?!?!

Oh my God!!!!! I called it!!! I am patting myself on the back, I'm feeling smart.

Ohhhh Johnny!! That was badass. I got chills. Too bad she dominated him like that.

You know dark Selena makes good points, until you remember what they have done to people and how they make new kindred. The sabat sucks.

Ugh Johnny is so good!

What is happening?? I don't like what she's saying.

Wynn!!! You're the best. I love you.

Omg Wynn what the hell???? 😂😂

'are any of these Bruja snitches?'

Goddamn Selena threatening to tear Johnny's head off. 😳 Like I know she's evil, but damn she has I will step on you if you ask nicely energy.

Yes Neil!!! Make your excellent points!

Pendragon is an actual dragon????? What??

[bbina]

i fckng hate second chances with every fiber of my being and every living cell in my body. once its over, its over. if u fckd up IMMEDIATELY ✂️✂️✂️ i hate it when a characters get second chances after fckng it up real bad like NO U DO NOT DESERVE ANOTHER CHANCE AND OTHER MC ALSO DOES NOT DESERVE TO RISK GETTING HURT AGAIN

on the contrary tho, for btl, i do think yn should get another chance? is it another chance? well, wonbin didnt really give her a chance to explain herself, he went ahead of himself and created assumptions. and i know that every one says yn is the problem cus had she not offered the fake dating set up this wouldnt have happened BUT wonbin had no problem agreeing to it so....wouldnt really say yn is the root problem. the root problem is their lack of effective communication skills, emotional management/control and listening skills!!! wonbin im sorry but running away was a stupid af thing to do and i know ur hurt but u literally made assumptions after seeing 2ppl hug. babes ppl can hug platonically, believe me. thats all i have to say. *bows, drops mic and leaves stage*

im sorry for the sudden rant when this discourse was already over like a week ago i could not help it. ive been following u for a while but i am a silent reader and this is my first time sending an ask to anyone here in general. im so nervous. is my english okay? i swear i know proper punctuations but im too lazy to do it rn rip. i just want to say ive never been so invested in an eng au cus i usually read the ones in my native language cus THEM ANGST HIT DIFFERENT BRO anyway, i love ur writing sm <33 makes me wanna start writing again as well if it werent for my busy af shed (graduating student things). cant wait for the next updates ✨️🫶🫶

but the angst material is tew gewd don’t you think? second chances trope is nice and all if done right 🤪 maybe some groveling here and there and viola! perfection

most valid btl theory ive seen 😫 they’re both dumb 🤝 and did mistakes,, (yn made a bigger mistake tho) but point still stands

nah ur sudden rant about the week old discourse is perfectly okay. any rant about btl is 👌 cus im curious on how each person takes in the story and seeing a bunch of different reactions is what keeps me going 😫🤝 AND AGAIN IM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE YOU SENT AN ASK TO 🙏 your english is great!!!! thank you so much for reading!! and i hope whatever i put out or something makes u want to go back to writing 🙏 i myself is a graduating student too but i still find the time to insert my hobby which is this because i love it so much and its honestly my stress reliever (contrary to popular belief i write more eloquently when i’m either stressed or having a headache idek why lol maybe it gets my brain juice all worked up)

[lokissweater]

NICKUMS…. I was gonna drop in ur inbox like 2 days ago but I had to lock innnnnn 😢😢😢 I love annoying u 😞🫶💞 but!! War is finally over and I got my quiz over with, very drained tho 🥲 I am so excited to see ur upcoming fic as it shall be my lil reward for studying hard heh. I DID GET MY OCHEM QUIZ BACK AND GOT A 92% SO IM VERY HAPPY (do I deserve smooches from u ml 🥺🥺🥺) I HOPE YOUD BEEN DOING WELL! Turning back the clock an hour messed my sleep schedule up omg… but yk what that means… ANOTHER HOUR W UR MAN (technically) hope u had nice cuddles w him in the cold November air 😘😘😘 STAY HYDRATED QUEEN, UR BRAIN NEEDS TO STAY WRINKLY MUAH MUAH 🥰🥰

Ps. I read an ask where u dressed reader and omf the perfume choice is so good……. I can smell Ariana’s “Cloud” from the screen (vanilla and coconut!!)

NAAAUUURRRR YOU NEVER ANNOOOYYYY literally i can recognize you from a mile away and know it’s my baby blue bows that’s sending this in 🫶🫶🫶💕💕💕

THE DELUSIONS YOU FEED ME IS CRAAAZZYYY WORK AND I EAT IT UP EVERY TIMEEEE !!! megumi and i are well and healthy rn and snuggling in my bed rn thank yew for asking babe !!! 😝😝🫶🫶🫶

omg if i could actually abolish daylights savings i would STTTEEEEOOOOPPPPP DOING IT MAN !!!! ITS MESSING ME TF UUUPPPP !!!

IM SOOOOO UNBELIEVABLY PROUD OF YOU WTFFFFF OCHEM IS NOT A FUCKING JOKE AND THE FACT THAT YOU ACED THAT SHIT ??? GIIIIRRRLLL MLB!MEGUMI IS GONNA REWARD YOU RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW FOR BEING SO STUDIOUS!!! MWAH MWAH MWAH <3333

bro you are so right. that perfume is DIVVVIIINNNEEEE SHURBEISBDJ I LOVE IT SO MUCH !!!

thank you for always stopping by and checking in with me my love and making me LAAUGGHH LMFAOAOAOAO I LOOVEEE YOUUUU !! <3333 🥹🫶🫶🫶

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF PLEASEEE 💕💕💕

[monstersliveinthemirror]

My TTPD First Listen Reactions:

1. Fortnight: ~what about your quiet treason~ HAHAH THIS HURTS BECAUSE HE MOVED TO FLORIDA WITH HIS WIFE 😂😭 

2. The tortured poets department: I definitely feel like I would like this more if I was stoned rn. ~who's gonna know you like me!!!!!~ ~sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me~

3. My boy only breaks his favorite toys: the delusion of "I'll tell you that he runs because he loves me" okay 😭😭 he saw forever so he smashed it up in ONCE I FIX ME HE'S GONNA MISS ME ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

4. Down bad: what an accurate break up song lmao. ~fuck you if I can't have us~

5. So long London: "and I'm pissed off you let me give all that youth for free" yeah fuck me spending my 20s in love with you 😡😡 

6. But Daddy I love him: I wish I had this song when I was 15 and rebellious also is this song about fucking swifties who lost it when she and Matty were together 

7. Fresh out of the slammer: this song broke me. "All those night she kept me going SWIRLED YOU INTO ALL MY POEMS" 😭. (But also I really am not a fan of the weird beat change toward the end??)

8. Florida!!!: fuck me up Florida fr. I think this might be my favorite??

9. Guilty as sin?: I am going to throw up. They don't know you how you've haunted me so stunningly. I choose you and me, religiously 😭😭😭😭 am I allow to cry????? 

10. Who's afraid of little old me?: this one is gonna have to grow on me, I think. Okay actually now that I'm into it, it's grown on me lmao

11. I can fix him (no really I can): this is...okay. just okay.

12. Loml: literally crying immediately. "I felt a glow like this, never before and never since" 😭 "I felt a hole like this, never before and ever since" 😭😭😭 LOSS OF MY LIFE??? This fuckin broke me.

13. I can do it with a broken heart: holy whiplash. A BOP????? Incredible. Wow. I love this. Thanks for rubbing how much better you are than me in my face Taylor lmao

14. The smallest man who ever lived: verse three makes this song tbh. 

15. The alchemy: aw I miss that happy in love everything is meant to be feeling.

16. Clara Bow: promise to be dazzling (I need a pinky promise emoji) the outro 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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17. The Black Dog: "and I may never open up the way I did for you" 😭😭😭 holy fuck just break me why don't you. "I still can't believe it" 

18. imgonnagetyouback: Olivia Rodrigo has the chance to do the funniest thing ever here lmaoooo "say you got someone else say I got someone too" wow wow wow PICK YOUR POISON BABE I'M POISON EITHER WAY????!!!!!

19. The Albatross: I don't think I have anymore coherent thoughts right now but I dig it??

20. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: cause I wonder will I always wonder????????? 🥺 

21. How did it end? I really wanted to like this one but I'm not there yet lol the tempo is just weird 

22. So high school: this is so cute omg

23. I hate it here: I'm lonely but I'm good I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine.......this place made me feel worthless. It's ok I don't live in Charleston anymore. 

24. thanK you aIME: IMAGINE ANDREA SWIFT HATING YOU I really like this one it's kinda like mean 

25. I look in people's windows: "I'm afflicted by the not knowing" babe me too "does it feel alright to not know me I'm addicted to the "if only"" SCREAMING. 

26. The prophecy: fuck man fuck fuck fuck. 

27. Cassandra: oh this is for the Greek mythology girlies huh? Alright I'm in.

28. Peter: yes babe more piano pls hahah do you know how long it took me to realize this was referencing Peter Pan I'm so dumb 

29. The Bolter: "excellent fun 'til you get to know her" me too.  

30. Robin: this one is really sweet omg

31. The Manuscript: but the story isn't mine anymore 🥺

[clouds-rambles]

Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they take a joke/prank too far (Iwaizumi,Daichi)

Word count: 1.9K

Genre:angst,fluff

AN: In the spirit of April Fools I tried to make my first work based on that I hope you enjoy!! (LOL I can’t actually believe this was the first thing I’ve ever written)

Iwaizumi:

“Okay so it’s April Fools Day who are we going to prank?” asked Makki “One of the first years?”

“Do we have to prank someone this year..” replied Iwaizumi “so childish”

“Iwa-Chan!” Oikawa said “Don’t be such a spoil sport.”

“Anyways, it can’t be a first year they’re boring to prank a first year coach will be mad at us, we need someone else.”

Just then, you enter the gym, catching their eye as you approach the group sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap “Hey babe, I can still come over to yours to study right?” you ask.

“Yeah of course, practice finishes early so I'll be there before you.” He said

“Alright, see you then bye babe, bye guys” you said, giving Iwaizumi a kiss on the cheek sauntering off and waving at Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa.

“bye Y/N!” They teasingly responded in unison making you laugh.

As they watched you leave, it seemed as if a lightbulb pinged off in all of their heads (besides Iwaizumi) realizing who would be a great person to prank.  

After a lot of convincing, they finally got Iwaizumi in on the ‘harmless’ plan, all they needed to do now is wait on your arrival.

You’re finally done with school after a long and tiring day of exams upon exams and wanting nothing more than to cuddle with your boyfriend (after he teaches you Pythagoras theorem of course.) You did think he was acting weird when you met him this morning in the gym and throughout break and lunch but you just concluded that it was because he was having an ‘off’ day.

You reached his house and used a copy of his key that he gave you to enter we just enter houses up in this bitch  calling out his name “Zumi-babe, I'm here...”  

“Lets get this shit over with” you said tiredly

Upon entering, you notice none of the lights being on or curtains drawn ‘odd’ you think. You go upstairs going straight to his room hopefully to find your boyfriend in his bed or on his Xbox or something. To your surprise his bedroom door was somehow locked shut (even though not having a lock on his door anyways.) Suddenly, you hear creaks slowly trailing up the stairs and an eerie feeling surrounds you... now you start to feel pretty panicked jiggling the door handle to Iwaizumi’s door as it’s practically the only place you can go.

AN: I hate what I’m writing rn but onwards we right

The footsteps on the stairs start to quicken, and you almost certain that you felt something brush pass your shoulder only adding onto the panic and anxiety that you already feel. Ok, the footsteps on the stairs are basically right near you, so doing the only logical thing you can do you body slam the ‘person’ on the stairs as you motherfuckin should  as tears fill your eyes and you pick up bag bolting through the front door, slamming it shut now in full tears and shakingly scared.

You look behind you and see Iwaizumi’s front door re-open and out comes the ‘iNFaMouS sEiJOh fOuR’ in tears... of laughter. It seems that the boys were in laughing fits that their prank ‘payed off’ getting a reaction out of you. You couldn’t see Iwaizumi’s reaction, but you didn’t care you were hurt, annoyed and wanting to get into your bed.

Once you get home, you decide to block your so called ‘friends’ who decided to make you scared shitless and ignored Iwaizumi’s messages asking “where were you today”.... the AUDACITY.  

The next day, the boy’s seemed to realize the consequences of their actions after spending the whole day trying to get your attention only to be straight up ignored. Iwaizumi is immensely regretful after all his efforts to try talking to you were denied, he decided after his practice he was going to get you to talk to him or at least get you to listen to his apologies on what happened yesterday evening.

You left your clubroom and made your way to the school gate to go home.

“Y/N!” shouted Iwaizumi touching your shoulder making you flinch ‘wow did we really scare her that bad?”  

“What do you want iwa?” You asked very agitated

“Y/N I just want to apologize for yesterday, since it was April fools day and all the boys really wanted to prank someone and I-it just happened to be-”

“It just happened to be me. Right?” you interrupted “Gosh Iwaizumi, I was really scared.. I already had a tiring day and all I wanted was my boyfriend to teach me the stupid Pythagoras Theorem and cuddle me afterwards, but no you and your friends just had to be dicks for a day” you turn around planning to walk away before he grabs you again  

“Wait! Just wait y/n, im sorry and I wont ever prank you like that again” he pleaded

“.. and i’ll help you study?” he added pulling the sweetest face of all time to try and convince you  

“ugh, fine stop pulling that face... and you better teach me Pythagoras Theorem” you said rolling your eyes

“yeah yeah whatever you say y/n” he said pulling you under his arm and walking in the direction of his house.

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way this turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work  

Daichi:

You decided this morning that you were NOT going to participate in your annual April Day Fool’s prank with Tanaka and Noya... only because of your not-so new boyfriend Daichi saying he didn’t need his teammates corrupting you any longer so you decided to not get involved. With that being said you wouldn’t even think of your boyfriend pulling a prank on you so you didn’t think you’re getting pranked today.

In the gym, the boys were doing the usual: Hinata and Kageyama running after eachother, Tanaka and Noya oogling Kiyoko, Tsukishima listening to music, Yama and Yachi going over club schedules whilst Daichi sat with Sugawara and Asahi.

“So are you pranking anyone today?” sugawara asked

“Pranking someone, isn’t that a bit too juvenile suga?” Asahi replied

“Not you silly, Daichi” said sugawara “With Y/N on his arm they always have to stay on eachothers toes right..she’s a ‘jokester’ right?”

“...right?” Daichi hadn’t thought of it that way, he did know of all your joking escapades before you even got together and how you still liked to joke around now as you date.. He didn’t want you to think that you thought he was too boring for you ?

“Ok. What type of prank should I pull on her..”

Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi (who didn’t really contribute to Suga’s scheming) made a plan for you to meet him at the gym locker with the claims that he had a ‘surprise’ for you .. oh how he was wrong.

Daichi: meet me at the gym locker I have something to show you  

Y/N: Ok!! I’ll be there in 5 minutes

Daichi was nervous, and that was an understatement he didn’t want things to go left and have you thinking he couldn’t even do a simple prank. Once you got there, he saw heard you talking to Sugawara and Asahi outside the door about him wondering where he was in which Suga told you inside the locker room.

“Hey babe” you greeted “what's the occasion in why we’re in here?”

“I...uh..um I need to get something one second” Daichi spoke quickly and rushed out the room closing the door leaving you confused. Minutes passed, and you were now impatient and kinda scared since the room was dusty, dark and cold definitely not your place to be in. You tried texting Daichi but just your luck you have no service ://  

As time went on you tried opening the door but it was jammed shut no hope opening at all you forgot you left your bag outside which of course had your inhaler which did not help the sudden shortness of breath you started to get because of your asthma and claustrophobia. All you wanted was to get out of this room and talk to … Daichi.

Daichi. How convenient that he manage to slip away before the door got closed hmm but he wouldn’t intentionally prank you after ALL the lectures he gave you about not doing pranks this year right?

You didn’t notice how you started to cry and whimper wanting to leave.

On the outside, Daichi heard your cries and ordered Sugawara and Asahi to find the key to immediately get you out which it seems to take a while because Daichi has now stopped hearing your tears making him gulp in fear thinking something bad has happened to you in there.

Sugawara comes to you handing Daichi the keys, his handing shaking as he tries to unlock the door when he eventually does he finds you passed out on the ground of the dusty storage room. Very cliché I know ://

You wake up in the Nurses Office a bit confused on how you got there until your eyes land upon Daichi, remembering how you locked you in the Storage room where you had an asthma attack and passed out. You turned your body away from Daichi not wanting to talk to him right now after the hypocrisy he did.

“Y/N.. Are you alright?” He asked

“Do I look alright?” You responded in a bored tone

“I am really sorry Y/N... I know what I said to you about not doing pranks this year but Sugawara roped me into this and I didn’t want you to think I was too boring for you so I thought doing this prank would make you see me in a different light” he said

“yeah i saw you in a different light alright” you sassed, you then realised what he said ‘too boring’ kind of feeling less mad and more sad that he feels this way “Dai, you’d never be to boring for me … you’re one of the most funness is that a word? guys I've ever met.”

“really?” he asked  

“Of course! I’m kind of still mad at you for letting this happen but I do sort of understand why” you said giving him a hug.

You were eventually cleared to go home and as you left the clinic you saw Asahi and Sugawara standing at the door.  

“Y/N WE’RE SORRY” they bowed to you waiting on your responses

You chuckled slightly at their cuteness and ruffled both of their hair “all is forgiven, just make sure there’s ‘pranks’ this year “

Which they agreed upon.  

A/N: WOW I DID NOT like the way these turned out but its my first official thing that I wrote hopefully HOPEFULLY MY WORK IMPROVES (I THINK IT WILL) SO please join me on this ‘ride’ in improving my work. Feedback is VERY MUCH APPRECIATED and request too since I will literally write whatever...

I may do a part 2 … any particular characters people want?

[jimilter]

ASH U BETTER TELL ME MORE ABOUT LOYALTY CAUSE K2 IS ONE OF MY FAVE K DRAMAS. 👹👹👹👹 spill rn babe.

the wip challenge!

LATIIIII, i see you rioting over td&hk in my notifs and i will get to it asap 👀

AND OMG, A FELLOW THE K2 ENTHUSIAST??? i swear, a best friend of mine recommended it to me and i haven't found a single fan ever since??? WHY? have these ppl not seen ji changwook? the only man i'd cheat on jimin with ugh

anywayS!

loyalty is gonna be my spin on jeha x yoojin. 👁👁 pls don't run away, i PROMISE to make it good!!! here's the mmc and mfc moodboards and snippet for you 🥺

note: it's a random scene from a list of random scenes i wrote when i watched the k2, last year. jungkook's name is jk instead of k2 and reader is choi yoojin, the madam. and moon byulyi is her secretary. chief min is chief joo, the boyguard's team's head - our guy from little princess, hehe:

You blinked, watching as the doorway to your room was slowly filled with a familiar, broad pair of shoulders in a suit. Your eyes met his unreadable ones, and you couldn't gather enough strength in yourself to mirror his blank face. You didn’t know what he read in your expressions, but whatever it was made his back straighten further, almost to the point of stiffening.

You looked around your room as he stepped in.

“Everyone… I need to have a few words with JK in private. Please give us a moment.”

You looked towards him to find him frowning hard at the floor.

Your husband, brother and Captain Kim walked out without question. Byulyi lingered, though, looking at you with furrowed brows. You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Madam, I—”

“Close the door on your way out, Chief Moon.”

Her shoulders stiffened, lips pursing into a straight line. She bowed her head, walking out without another word.

You sat up straighter when the door fell shut.

“How do you feel, madam?”

Your eyelashes fluttered, gaze leaving your comforter to land on Jungkook’s concerned face. His jaw was tightly clenched and forehead creased.

It suddenly hit you how none of your visitors, so far, had put up this particular question to you. Sure, they’d asked how you were doing, if you were okay, if anything hurt, if you needed anything, and more – but none of them had put up a question about how you felt.

And the first question out of Jungkook’s mouth was just that.

Of course it was.

You mustered a small smile. “How do you imagine?”

He cleared his throat, breaking eye-contact to stare at your heart monitor. “I… I have been told you are the type to not bleed even when shot, if you’re in public.”

A raucous laughter left you, leaving your head throbbing in its wake. You slowly shook your head at his words. 

“Did Chief Min tell you this?”

He tucked his lower lip into his mouth, gaze meeting yours head-on. “Maybe.”

Your lips quirked up. “It was just something I said to him once when he was being paranoid about my well-being during a rough press conference. But…” You exhaled. “Of course that isn’t true, Jungkook. I am only human.”

Jungkook wordlessly stepped up to your bed, still looking at you with a face full of concern. “Had you not eaten?”

You chuckled. “Stop trying to diagnose me. The doctors have done enough of that. I’ll be fine, Jungkook.”

He came close enough for his warmth to be felt by you. 

You looked away from him, focusing on your bed spread again. “Why are you here?”

He did not respond for a while, simply breathing next to you, making no other movements. And then he drew in a loud inhale, exhaling a sigh through his mouth.

“I am your bodyguard, madam, am I not?”

You gave a wry smile. Of course. “I did not need any more protection, Jungkook. My husband’s entire team of guards is here. Not to mention, Captain Kim, himself is guarding my door. I’m fully safe here, Jungkook.”

“I should’ve been there at the park.”

You clicked your tongue. “No, stop that. This wasn’t a threat, but a health emergency. What could you have done, huh?”

You looked up at him to find him pursing his lips and looking down at his shoes.

“Don’t worry. Everything is fine, now. I will probably be discharged by tomorrow morning.” You moved your gaze to look through the window on your other side. “You do not need to be here.”

Everything went silent. Even his breathing became so less audible, you wondered if he was holding it.

“I will take the post by your door. Send Captain Kim home.”

You internally scoffed at his demanding tone, but belatedly recalled your own conclusions from a while ago. 

A wolf that can’t be tamed.

You exhaled. “I just said you do not need to—”

“I know I do not need to be here, madam,” he interrupted you with an unreadable stare, and you blinked in surprise when he immediately twisted on heels to walk away. “I will be posted by your door.”

Your breathing almost halted at his words, the unsaid ringing in your ears louder than bells. Even as he walked out and relayed to Captain Kim that you had ordered the Captain to go home. Even as your husband walked back in and told you of your brother’s departure. Even as your secretary looked at you with a disapproving stare— 

I know I do not need to be here, madam.

But I want to be.

adadsadsafdahsg reading this again sent me back in the feels! 😭 ugh, how i miss them :(

soooo, could you recognize this scene from the show? did i do it justice? 👀 hehe, thank you for sending this in, bby, ily!!! ❤❤❤

[fishnets-fingers]

Six Months - Part Thirteen

Summary - Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together?

PAIRING - camboy!harry x indian!oc

a/n -  there’s a confession! i’m not very happy with how this turned out but i hope you enjoy. reblog and like as always. happy reading!

Word Count - 10.5k

Warnings - fluff, angst, smut (unprotected sex), drugs (weed)

Masterpost (find previous parts here)

Layla: you up?

Layla sighs as she looks at the numbers on the top corner of her phone. 1:45 am, it says. Why would Harry even be up at this hour, she thinks. She logged out of Zoom a couple of minutes ago. She looks at her laptop and flicks through the syllabus she has been given to distract herself from the  gnawing feeling of heat in her belly. She has four weeks to prepare for her classes - most of these were fairly familiar to her, considering she’s teaching at the same university she studied. Her phone buzzes. She immediately unlocks it to look at the text.

Harry: Yeah baby.

Layla: what are you doing?

Harry: Posted four pictures from our shoot on OnlyFans a couple hours ago. The tats took so long to edit out though. I put a static black square on my face, so it flows with the same aesthetic.

Layla: and the verdict? they like?

Harry: Oh yeah! They are tipping me quite well. Some user tipped $500. Should have come to you sooner lol

Layla: cooool! do I get some type of reward? perhaps a job well done or…

Harry: Baby really wants to see me in that maid outfit huh? 

Layla: ;) ;) what else are you doing right now babe?

Harry: What has gotten into you? You bored? I thought you had a meeting with your professors.

Layla: it got over twenty minutes ago

Harry: How’d it go???

Layla: i don’t wanna talk about that particularly rn

Harry: Oookay. Are you bored, Lails?

Layla: nope! what are you wearing right now Har? 

Harry: Just my briefs

Layla’s cheeks heat up and her thighs clench together involuntarily. The fire in her belly is now raging. 

Harry: OMFG is this you sexting??

Layla: no! shut up! i’ve just been feeling v v horny and just wish you were right here that’s all. (●´ω｀●)

Harry: my baby needs me badly huh?

Layla: yeah just want you here with me rn 🥺

Harry: Layla Sathish! This is a booty call! 

Layla: i’m well aware lmao. so?

Harry: I don’t know… I’d have to get out of my blanket nest, get dressed and slip out of the house

Layla rolls her eyes. She knows he’s playing hard to get and she knows that it’s all a façade. So she unbuttons her white shirt, tosses it on the floor, and wiggles out of her camisole. She wasn’t wearing anything except for her panties on her lower half. It’s not like they could see anything below her midsection on Zoom anyway. She goes to the bathroom, gets her hair out of the pony tail and fluffs it up. She picks up the satin kimono robe that her aunt got her when they went to the mall earlier in the day. It was blue black and had peacocks and magnolia blossoms printed on it. She ties the rope in a loose bow and takes a picture of her in it. It was from a high angle, the robe was pulled to the side on her shoulders, so an ample amount of cleavage was shown. She gave the front camera  big puppy dog eyes and the cutest pout. She sends it to him. Fucker’s gonna break like a twig, she smirks, feeling satisfied.

Harry: Booty call accepted! 🥵 Scrambling for my pants right now. Don’t move! Don’t take anything off! I’ll be over in a few minutes.

Layla: be super quiet. i’ll unlock the front door.

Harry: Who are you and what have you done to miss goody two shoes?

Layla: why don’t you come and find out Har 😈

She feels a thrill of exhilaration coarse its way through her body. She quickly makes her way to shut off her laptop and hang her shirt up in the wardrobe. She smiles as she thinks back to the morning they had.

////

Layla’s eyes blink open and Harry’s wallpaper comes into focus as she stretches her limbs. She’s all cosy with the blanket burritoed around her.

“Hi, baby,” his husky voice greets her in response to the sounds of her joints cracking.

“Morning.” Layla’s  voice was hoarse. She turns around to find Harry sat upright, with his back resting against the headrest. One of his legs was stretched out, the tiger tattoo on display with him being just in his briefs; his other leg was bent at the knee, his feet planted on the mattress and a book perched on his knee. Layla can’t figure out what it is but she saw a pen cap held  firmly between his teeth and his right hand held the pen as he scrawled on the paper.

“What are you doing?” Layla asks, after clearing her throat.

“Uh… nothing. Just jotting stuff,” he shrugs as he puts the cap on the pen and leans over to the side to toss them both into his bedside drawer. His cheeks redden with embarrassment. 

Layla decides to let it go. It’s probably a diary or a dream journal, she thinks. She’s not going to press more about it because she understands, from the colour on his cheeks and neck, that it could be super personal.

“How’d you sleep last night?” She asks him as he shuffles back into the sheets and tangles his legs with hers.

“Good. You got me beat,” he admits. Layla brings her feet up and rests it on his calves and he yelps when she does.

She giggles in response and wiggles her toe icicles to further get a reaction from him. 

“Heeey,” he whines, shuffling closer to her to trap her feet between his. “That’s what you get, you little dickhead. Try to move them now.” He kisses the tip of her nose.

“They weren’t even that cold,” she laughs in protest.

“Liar. I ought to staple socks to your feet the minute you fall asleep,” he rasps, making her chuckle.

Layla brings her hands up to cup his face as she uses her thumbs to rub back and forth on his cheek.

“How are you feeling? Was I okay? Are you in any kind of pain?” She enquires, searching his face for any clues.

“I’m feeling good. No pain. You took it real slow, everything felt really good. Although my butt does feel a little weird. You were so fucking hot. Watching you do that to me… Fuck! I can’t describe it but you made me feel safe and cared for and not to mention really really good.”

“Glad I can do that for you.” She smiles up at him. “Watching you touch yourself felt so sinful but you looked hot too.” 

As predicted a cocky smile makes its way to his face. “Sinful, eh?” He whispers as he gets closer to her lips but his attempt is thwarted by Layla’s hand, as it cups his mouth.

“Let me go brush my teeth real quick.”

“Laylaa.” He protests.

“Please. It’ll only take a couple of minutes,” she reasons with him.

He huffs in response.

“Hey! I need to pee too. I can either do it in the loo or on you,” her eyes narrow at him. “Plus, this shouldn’t be something I need to reason for.”

“You’re right. Sorry. I’m just a bit clingy this morning.” He moves his legs to free her, and Layla crawls on top of him to get off the bed.

“Be right back.” She says as she saunters to his bathroom. 

Ten minutes later, she comes back out to find Harry eagerly patting on the bed. He’d switched to the inside, so she could just slot herself in the side he occupied earlier. She looks at the clock on his bedside stand. It flashed 7:48 am in bright red. 

“Please don’t tell me you woke up early to work out?” She says while climbing into the bed so they lay facing each other.

“No. I’m taking a rest for a couple of days, remember? I woke up around six, like I always do.”

“Good. You work out too much.” She pokes his stomach with her finger, it was taut and hard. He didn’t have a six pack yet but it was so well defined most of the time, with the exception of post food consumption.

He waves his hand around dismissively.

“What if I told you I was into that? Like when you told me you would pee on me.” He asks.

Layla’s eyebrows shoot up in response. “Are you?” Her voice whisper quiet, eyes wide.

“No.” He laughs at the sigh of relief that escapes from her lips, her petrified expression relaxing.

“You fucking scared me there, earth boy.” She smacks his chest.

“You should have seen your face,” Harry manages to get out in between sputters of laughter.

“Yeah, if you told me if golden showers was a kink of yours, I’d say bye Felicia and yeet myself out of the window real quick.”

Harry’s laughter gets louder. 

“It’s a good thing that we established that pee kink is a hard limit for the two of us.” He says, after his laughter dies down.

“Hmm.”

 Layla says as her fingers curl around his neck and pulls his face towards hers. It starts with slow pecks, until Harry sucks her bottom lip in between his mouth, causing a long drawl from her. His hand goes to rest on her ass and his fingertips start drumming at the spot where the hem of her panties and flesh meet.

“Harry,” she moans out, hitching her leg on top of his hip, getting even more closer to his warm body.

“That’s right, sweet girl,” he whispers, gently stroking her lower lip that was now a deep rose and swollen. He raises his leg, so her clothed throbbing centre was scorching against his thigh. 

Their eyes stare into each other as his hand starts to rock her against his thigh. Layla’s face contorts her face slightly and a wince escapes from her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Just feel a bit sore. Nothing to worry about.” She grips on his bicep and starts to kiss on his jaw.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this right now if it hurts.”

“But I want to,” she whinges, as he pulls her face back, so he can look at her.

“Did I hurt you last night?” He asks, green eyes alarmed.

“No! It’s just that we went at it a little longer than usual last night. Like twenty minutes or more, I bet. Considering that it was my third time with penetrative sex, my vagina just needs to get used to it,” she admits in a soft voice.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He strokes her cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“Don’t be! I liked it all. It was very soft and slow. Very sensual. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world,” she whispers and Harry could feel her cheek heat up under his touch.

“I really really liked it too. It was very sweet and tender. You know I’ve never done that before,” he admits shyly.

“Really?!?” She gives him that special smile that was just reserved for him.

He nods. “I just had this feeling rush over me. It’s never happened with anyone else.” He kisses her chastely.

“Oh.” Layla was taken aback. “That’s nice,” she whispers in an awkward manner. “You were very gentle,” she reassures him.

“I don’t wanna do anything if you aren’t fully comfortable. How about we cuddle and take a shower together?” He proposes.

“Will you go down on me in the shower?” She quips.

“You feel sore and you want me to still fondle you?” Harry smirks.

“It’s very dull, by the way, and your tongue could not hurt me as much as your giant dick,” she shrugs.

“We both know, you’d want me to finger you.” He kisses her forehead.

“I suppose you have a point. Can’t I tempt you with a hand job, babe?” She says in her low husky voice.

“Nice try, Lails. Will you accept a scalp massage while I wash your hair?”

“Deal. Promise to rub PanOxyl on my back?” 

“Promise.” 

////

Layla punches in the code to disarm the security system and opens the door to find Harry in his Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, grey jogger bottoms, and his sliders. His hair sticking out every which way from being in bed and rushing over to hers. She raises her hands to her lips, reminding him to be faint with his actions. 

Once he’s in, she shuts the door and punches in the code to activate the security system again. He threads his fingers in hers and she leads him up the stairs. They tiptoe in the hallway, being extra careful to not wake Vasanth or Abi up. Layla softly shuts the door behind her, and locks it. She pulls on the door for good measure not wanting to be walked in on.

“This all feels very…” Harry starts moving his hand around trying to find the right word. 

“Clandestine?” Layla offers. 

“I was going to say illicit but clandestine fits,” he agrees. 

Layla turns around to fully face him, drinking him in. Their eyes rake over each other, giving the other the softest of smiles. Harry reaches forward to clasp her hand, and gently tugs her towards him.

“Hi,” Harry whispers.

“Hi yourself.” Layla gets on the tips of her toes and balls up his t-shirt in her hands, using it to tug Harry down to meet her lips. 

After a few kisses that left the two breathless, Harry pulls away. 

“Wait… tell me about your day?”

“What?!? You can’t be serious?!?”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman! Tell me stuff about your day first. Come on,” he says as he sits down at the foot of the bed. 

“Dude! I called you over to get dicked down,” she states, slight pout forming on her lips. 

“Dicked down,” he chuckled. “I will. Come on, sit on me for a bit. Just want to feel your weight on me for a while.”

Layla crosses her arms over her chest. They stare down for a few minutes but his moss eyes melt her. 

“Fine,” she huffs. She sits sideways on his lap. Her arms go around his neck. One of his hands was splayed on the small of her back, feeling the silky smoothness on her robe. The other was rubbing back and forth on her bare thigh, which was exposed as she crossed her legs at the knee. 

“We went shopping today. Got fall clothes. A puffer jacket, a long wool coat, thermal leggings and the works. We went to Goodwill and some other thrift stores to get some basic sweatshirts, a long sleeve t-shirt, and some sweaters. Aunty also found these Doc Martens that were my size. So all in all, good day.” 

Harry smiles down at her. “Will I get a fashion show of sorts?”

“You’re gonna see me wear some of them on the trip, don’t you wanna be surprised? Plus, Uncle threw all the thrift finds in the wash, the minute we got home.”

“I’ll wait. Are you all packed for the trip?”

“Kind of. I’ll just have to throw in the ones we got yesterday and toiletries,” she shrugs. “What about you?”

“What do you think?” He laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“I still don’t understand how you can pack up shit the day of. We leave early the day after tomorrow,” she states, one eyebrow arching up. 

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s a skill you see,” Harry quips and it makes Layla roll her eyes. 

“What did you do today?” She asks him. 

“I was on the common app for a bit. Saw the excel spreadsheet with the data you sent over. It looks confusing but we’re running through the stats software tomorrow, so maybe you can explain how it works. My cousins FaceTimed me. They all went over to my granddad’s house. It was nice talking to him. My cousin, Poppy, got engaged. Her and her fiancé are overjoyed,” he adds, rubbing stars on her thigh. 

“That’s nice. Yeah. It’s really easy. The stats work takes like two minutes. Don’t worry,” she reassured him. 

“How was your meeting?” He questions. 

“Oh. Not bad. Everyone knows me, so it wasn’t very meet the new faculty joining us. It’s weird for me to think of my professors as my colleagues. I’ve been given Monday to Wednesday. So, three papers.  Classes start at 8 am IST, so it’s like 10:30 pm here. It’s a two and half hour lecture. I have to handle twelve Masters students and then about forty undergraduate kids, separately of course. I’m so excited!” She exclaims as she tightens her arms around his neck. 

“I bet! You’re gonna kick ass. Can I watch some of these classes?”

“I don’t think I’ll be allowed to add strangers on Zoom. Especially a man, all girls college remember.”

“Right. You’d be a sexy professor. I bet if I was a student I’d sign up for one of your classes immediately. Maybe I’ll sit in the room and watch you, out of the frame obviously.” He gives her his cutest smile, hoping his eye crinkles and dimples would convince her. 

“I’ll have to think about it,” Layla mutters, sponging kisses on his throat. 

“This robe is so sexy. Where did you find it?” He asks, voice trembling as Layla sucks on his sweet spot, right below his ear.

“Babe, you can’t possibly give a shit about where I got the robe. Are you stalling?” She pulls back to look at his face properly. 

“Well, it’s just you told me you were sore this morning. Just trying to control myself,” he admits, the tip of his ears turning a deep pink, when she sees right through his plan. 

Layla smiles. “Why are you here then? You could have stayed in your bed, earth boy. You didn’t have to accept the booty call?” She smirks, she takes hold of his face by cupping both his cheeks. 

“I am trying. Emphasis on the trying. You are impossible to say no to. Especially when you look this hot. Just don’t wanna hurt you,” he mumbles. 

“I feel fine. I’d tell you if I’m uncomfortable, okay. You don’t have to worry. I’ve technically had a whole day to myself. Plus I’ve been pretty riled up from when you rocked me against your thigh,” she whispers, kissing his cupid bow. 

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, staring at her to double check. 

“Yup.”

His hand comes up untie the knot of her robe. He gently caresses her nipples, feeling them harden under this thumb. He splotches wet kisses from the corner of her mouth and starts nipping at her neck. She moans softly. Her fingers tug the hem of his T-shirt, and he complies. They break apart so Layla could tug the shirt over his head and she throws it on the floor. She could feel him hardening underneath her.

“As much as I love the robe, I love what’s underneath more,” he whispers, leaving a wet kiss on her cheek. 

Her body heats up and Layla feels shy at his admission. 

“Stop,” she says, looking at her sheets, unable to look into his eyes. 

“It’s the truth, dickhead.” He kisses her, tongues melding against each other as they hungrily consume each other. He pushes the robe off her shoulders and his hands run wildly against her warm, brown skin. 

“What do you want, Layla?” He asks her, breaking apart to draw some air into their lungs. 

“You tell me. I was the one who rudely woke you up,” she says, running her hands down his chest. 

“Well, I’ve thought about doing doggy with you.” He admits shyly. 

“Doggy it is. Did you bring condoms?”

“Yup.” 

Layla stands up and kicks off the robe next to his T-shirt. She gets rid of her panties too. Harry pulls out five condoms from his pockets. 

Layla chuckles. 

“Before you say something. No, this is not all for tonight. I thought I’d leave some here. Better be safe than sorry right?” He says, tearing off one and dropping the rest in her bedside drawer. 

“Aye aye captain!” She giggles and gives him a weak salute. 

He gets rid of his sweats along with his briefs, and grabs the lube. 

“How do you wanna do this?” Layla asks. 

“Well, I’ve got to make sure you’re wet first. Get on your fours, baby.” Harry tells her, squeezing some lube onto his fingers, and he starts warming them up. 

Layla crawls to the middle of the bed and gets on her elbows and knees. Harry pulls out one of her pillows and puts it below her knees. He crawls in behind her and runs his fingers through her folds. 

“You are soaking wet, sweet girl,” he states, as this thumb rubs circles around her clit. 

“Do something about it, Har,” she mutters, squirming about, as Harry runs a hand up her spine and grips on her shoulder to hold her steady. 

He slips his index and middle finger inside her, making Layla gasp at the sensation. 

“Is this alright?” He asks, checking in. 

She turns around to look at him, and sees his eyes fixed on where his fingers were going in and out of her. 

“It feels good.  Don’t stop,” she whimpers loudly. 

“Shush, baby. Gotta be quiet hmm.” He curls his fingers to pet at the front of her wall and Layla balls up the sheets under her hands.

“Shit, Harry. Want you inside me.” Layla grabs the condom and passes it to him.

He quickly removes his hands from her, and wipes his fingers against his chest. He tears open the condom, gives himself a couple of pumps and rolls it down his length. He uses his thumb to open her cheeks and he slips inside of her slowly, watching her take in every inch of him. They both groan once he’s fully inside.

“Tell me when to move, Layla,” he whispers.

Layla takes a deep breath getting used to the stretch. She moans as she moves herself on him. “Do it, Har.”

Harry steadies himself, wraps her straight black hair around one of his hands, while the other grips her hips and he slowly moves in and out of her. He watches her ass jiggle every time his pelvis pushes against her. He keeps the rhythm steady, he pulls almost all the way out of her and pushes back in. One of her hands came up to grip his hips.

“Faster,” she demands.

“Hard and fast?”

She nods and he starts increasing his speed, pistoning in and out of her heavy breaths and hushed moans fills the room along with the sound of their skin slapping against each other. Harry tugs on her hair.

“Is this okay baby?”

“Yeah, don’t tug too hard,” she says, looking back at him with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

He continues with the same rhythm, tugging on her hair ever so often. She uses her forearms to push herself up and he tugs on her hair, so they are both on their knees and her back is flush against his front. Her hand goes to cup one of his ass cheeks. As one of his hands circles around her shoulder and cups her breast. She turns around and opens her mouth and Harry sloppily kisses her back.

“Fuck you feel so fucking tight around me, sweet girl,” he murmurs in her ear and he gyrates his hips, making her groan.

“Do it again,” she begs.

He draws a circle with his hips, and they both whimper.

“You like that?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out.

Her free hand finds his, that was resting on her stomach. She lifts both their hands to his mouth and he parts his lips. Sucking on both their fingers.

“Fuck Harry,” Layla groans softly into his mouth. She takes both their intertwined lubricated  fingers down to her clit and starts rubbing herself in slow tantalising circles.

“Wanna come at the same time?” He asks, kissing down her throat.

She nods and falls forward on the bed on her fours. Harry resumes his pounding, and his fingers at her clit start rubbing her relentlessly, his balls were slapping against her. It was all too much. She falls forward on the mattress, unable to support herself up with the pleasure consuming her. Her face was buried in the mattress masking the sounds she was making. 

“I’m close,” Harry rasps out.

Layla moans out his name and flutters around his cock, he brings the hand that was at her centre to her breasts that was hanging, taking one in his hand and squeezing as he empties inside the condom, collapsing on top of her. They stay like that for a while and Harry hisses as the cold air hits his softening cock.

He takes off his condom and knots the end of it. He kisses the back of her ear and another wet one at the back of her neck.

“Alright?” He asks her.

“Yeah. Let me just clean up.”

When Layla comes out from the bathroom, she finds Harry’s black Harley Davidson t-shirt and puts it on.

“So, that’s where the t-shirt went,” he chuckles. 

“Yeah. It’s mine now,” she states, with a cocky smile on her face. 

He walks over to her and kisses the top of her head and goes into the bathroom to wash up and trash the condom.

When he comes back, Layla’s under the sheets. He puts on his briefs and his t-shirt and gets into bed with her.

“You can’t stay,” she says, snuggling into him

“I know. I just want a cuddle.” He wraps her limbs around her and pulls her on top of him.

They lay like that for a while, eyelids blinking heavily with sleep, Layla’s hands softly scratching at his scalp, his arms securely holding her in place wrapped around her middle, his heartbeat was slowly lulling her body to relax.

“What papers are you teaching, Lails?” Harry breaks the silence.

“Huh?”

“You said three papers. What are they?”

“Oh that. Brain and Behaviour, it's a neuropsychology paper, for Masters. Then for year two undergrad, I’m taking Introduction to Social Psychology. For year three undergrads I’m doing a new paper, called Solution Focused Brief Therapy. I’m really excited about that because I formulated the syllabus during my Masters.”

“Oh wow! You did such a great job huh?”

“They did tweak and revamp it. We had a self study part for extra credits, where we had to come up with our own syllabus and come up with a testing plan. I did SFBT because it fascinated me. They did make me write an exam on it in the end, which was annoying but it is a fairly easy paper I designed,” she shrugs.

“What a nerd,” he says with a chuckle.

“Takes one to know one,” she kisses his collarbone.

“What do you wanna do, if you call me over next time?” He asks, scratching her scalp with his fingernails.

“I’ll definitely tie you up,  if you are okay with it of course.” Layla replies.

“Oh, I’m definitely looking forward to that,” he tightens his hold around her.

 “Maybe, you can sleep here. Get up early before uncle and aunty and slip out?” Layla proposes, with a yawn escaping her lips.

“Sweet!” 

She giggles and reaches for her phone to set an alarm.

“You have the strangest idea of pillow talk you know,” Layla teases and Harry pinches her butt in response.

“Feel free to text me anytime you feel needy because I had a blast.” He tells her, although Layla’s face was tucked into his neck, she swears she could hear the shit eating grin on his face.

“Likewise, babe.”

////

The alarm startles both of them awake at five in the morning, they were both lying on their fronts. Harry turns it off and groans. Layla blinks at him. They wordlessly trudge down the stairs, it was too early to speak. Harry kisses her cheek and mutters a “see you in a couple of hours,” before he leaves.

She climbs up the stairs to her room and wraps herself back in the blankets. A ping comes from her phone. She squints unlocking her phone to find a text from Harry.

Harry: Nandhini saw me leaving 😕 Will that be a problem?

Layla sighs. Damn Nandhini Aunty and her early morning power walks. 

Layla: no. i don’t think so. go to bed. 😘 thanks for last night.

Harry: No problem 🤤 Really like you btw.

Layla: really like you too!

////

“Wait here, I’ll go get the rental,” Layla instructs Harry. 

They were at a car rental near the Burlington Airport. It was nine in the morning and they were both in need of a bathroom break. They've been on an airplane for a little over three hours with a baby that would not stop crying and a rude toddler who would not stop kicking the back of Harry’s seat. The air was crisp and Harry tugged his green Packers hoodie securely on his mop of curls. He had all their bags around him and he was thoroughly confused. 

Layla comes out and tosses in a set of keys to Harry and they both load up their bags in the Toyota Yaris. She sets up the GPS to Stowe. Harry starts driving to the destination.

“Okay. Here’s the plan.” She pulls up an excel sheet on her phone. “We’d get to Stowe around ten. Then we stop and have breakfast, wash up, head to see the sights. One of which is the Ben and Jerry’s ice cream factory. The factory visit is after this short hike. Then at night we head over to Waterbury where we’ll be staying in a lodge for the night, then in the morning we visit the Cold Hollow Cider Mill. After that’s done, we head back to Burlington around like twelve, where we’re spending two whole days doing-”

“Wait, you’ve actually got everything planned by the hour?” He interrupts her.

“Yeah. Hiking, eating, taking pictures, foods we have to try, things we need to buy and leaf peeping of course.”

Harry laughs. “Lails, the point of a holiday is to let loose.”

“So? Having things meticulously planned is my way of letting loose,” she shrugs. 

“Alright, what's the surprise?” Harry asks. 

“Not telling you. But it’s only towards the last three days of the trip.” She smiles at him and he takes her hand in his, letting it rest on his lap.

“How’d you get this rental?”

“What do you mean?” She tries to act all bothered but a slight curl at the corner of her lips gives her away.

“This was a solo trip right? How’d you tell your folks you’ll be getting around?” He probes.

“The bus and Ubers and-”

“Layla,” he admonishes.

“Fine!” She huffs. “Ihaveaninternationaldriverslicence.” She mumbles looking at the Doc Martens on her feet.

“I did not understand one word of that,” Harry chuckles.

She clears her throat. “I said that I have an international driver’s license.”

“What?!?” He turns around to fully look at her.

“Eyes on the road please!” She points to the yellow sign that indicated a sharp right turn.

“Why have I been driving you around since the day I met you?” His eye flits to her and back on the road.

“Because I HATE driving. It’s really stressful driving back home, you have no idea. My dad and my granddad are such backseat drivers. I once pulled over on a moderately busy road and got out of the car because they kept confusing me and my Dad had to take over. I do know how to drive, I choose not to. I prefer walking and staring out the window while someone else drives. But I did drive my grandparents to their doctors appointments and I drove myself back and forth from college everyday. I just prefer taking the metro to get around the city.”

“Why did you lie to Vasanth and Abi then?”

“I didn’t lie!” She says defensively.

He shoots her a knowing look.

“Okay okay! Don’t give me that look! Jeez! I withheld information. They were all ‘oh we’ll carpool, so you can take one of our cars and you could go explore. I’ll teach you how to drive here, it’s not that hard,’ and I didn’t know how to say no, okay.” She blows a raspberry at him.

Harry bursts out laughing and she joins along.

////

“No creemee,” Layla huffs, mouth downturned into a deep frown. She settles back into the passenger seat, pulling her seat belt to click it into place. 

They were in Waterbury. They’d visited the Cold Hollow Cider Mill. They had some apple cider, they got some apples to snack on, and had donuts for breakfast. They’d been to two other restaurants and they were all out of maple creemees. Layla was getting annoyed, by her schedule, they should be on their way to Burlington but instead they were still in Waterbury.

“We’ll just have to look for another spot then,” Harry coaxes, starting up the car.

Maple creemees were on top of her list of foods to try in Vermont and so far she had no luck. He pulls up to another spot ten minutes further away and a white board hung outside the patisserie reads ‘CREEMEE FLAVOURS : MAPLE  Sold Out! Thanks for a great Maple season.’

Layla's eyes start watering and Harry chuckles.

“Shh…” He leans over and kisses her temple. “Don’t stick out your lower lip now. Come on. I’ll get you your creemee.” He kisses her trembling lower lip and gets out of the car and heads into the patisserie.

He gets back into the car after a couple of minutes and pulls out.

“Where did you go?”

“I talked to the person who was working there and he gave me directions to a maple mill. Sometimes, traveling is talking to people and taking detours.” He nudges her shoulder, making her swat his hand away.

Twenty minutes later, they pull up outside an old mill. It was white in the middle of nowhere. There were no cars in the parking area. There were no sounds, except for the birds chirping. It was quiet. Almost too quiet. 

“This is it,” he states, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“I’m not going in there. Are you NUTS?!?” Layla looks at him eyes wide in alarm, she clutches on his bicep.

“Why not?”

“Have you not seen Wolf Creek?”

“The movie? Yes.” His eyebrow knits together.

“Have you not learned your lesson?”

“What? Don’t go into mills?” He rebukes.

“Hello, do not trust sweet locals who lead you to an isolated building! Have you learnt nothing?!? It’s always the sweet, unassuming ones who have a sociopathic streak.” She states.

Harry laughs. 

“Don’t laugh! We’re both not from this country and this place is quiet, almost too quiet. No other cars. A prime murder slash torture spot, in any book. Think, monkey, think.” She taps her forefinger on his temple twice.

“Do you want the creemee or not?”

“I do. Tell you what, you stay here. I’ll go in. So, in case something goes wrong you are ready in the car waiting to take off. They won’t be able to sabotage the car, if you stay here.” She says, hatching her plan.

“You really need to stop watching all that horror,” he chuckles.

“You obviously don’t get it because you are a cishet white man. As a woman, I’m always on the lookout for people or situations where I could get kidnapped, tortured, killed, or raped. Trust me.”

She unbuckles her seatbelt. She gets out and goes over to his side. “Hands on the ignition at all times,” she reminds him and kisses on his window and walks to the door.

It’s been fifteen minutes and Harry’s knees were bouncing from where he was sitting. His green eyes were fixed on the door, he’s been chewing on his nail. Layla really got into his head. He doesn’t understand why it would take so long to get a fucking soft serve. His eyes flick to the clock on the dashboard and back to the entrance.

When the mill door bursts open, he sits up straighter- his heart was pounding out of his rib cage, and finds Layla walking out with a giant smile on her face holding two maple creemees in each hand. He lets out a huge breath of relief and sags into the driver's seat. She jogs over to the door, and Harry opens the door.

“Creemees!” She yells, passing him one.

“You scared me to death, dickhead.” He breathes out. Accepting a creemee and licking it.

“They were so nice! They have all these different kinds of maple syrup. They taste delish! You have to come. I’m getting one for everyone. Come on!” She nods towards the mill, tugging on his arm.

////

“Harry, look, no hands!” Layla says, as she raises her hand up from the handle bars.

Harry had the bright idea to rent bikes after their trip to the farmer’s market. They peddle their way along the Burlington Waterfront. The sun glints off the water and the nippy air rushes past the two as they ride down the paved path.

Harry whistles in response, impressed. He has the bouquet of  red chrysanthemums and purple asters, in the basket as he follows behind her. He looks down at the blossoms wrapped in newspaper and can’t stop the smile spreading on his face, he’s never got flowers from anyone before, and when Layla got him those at the farmer’s market he was sure he was going to melt into a puddle.

They park their bikes and walk to the edge of the pier and sit down, taking in the way sunlight melds with the cerulean water.

“I like this city. It’s nice to look around and see mountains surrounding me, it feels like I’m nestled away.” She states, looking at Harry pick up a pebble.

He tosses it in the water and they both watch the ripples spread out in the waterbody.

“Would you rather live in the mountains or by the beach?” He asks, nudging her body with his.

“Beach, definitely.” Layla answers immediately.

“What about you?” She probes. She uses the back of her hand to rub the tip of her nose, which has become a slight shade of pink in response to the weather.

“I don’t know. Never really thought about it,” he answers in a weak tone. He gets his beanie off his head and tugs it down on Layla’s. He tucks some of the hair into the beanie and adjusts her bangs.

“Thanks.”

“Hmm,” he hums, as he nestles into her side, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You’ve never really thought about where you wanna live?” She asks, taking his hands in hers.

“Nope.” He replies, enunciating the p of nope. “I suppose wherever I wind up, I hope to have the people I love and things I care about right by my side.”

“Such a mooshball,” Layla comments, poking his dimple.

“What are you doing during your birthday?”

“It’s two months away and I have no idea. Just chill at home with everyone, I guess.”

“How would you feel about the idea of going away to New York with me?” He sits up straight, to gauge the reaction on her face.

“I don’t know. I’d love to but I have to ask Aunty and Uncle if that’s okay, and try and save up some money. I spent most of my savings on the AirBnb,” she says.

“I’ve already asked Vasanth and Abi, they are okay with it, if you are. You don’t have to save up because I’m taking you to New York. Ten days. I’ve even got us two tickets to go see the reunion concert of My Chemical Romance-”

“Shut the fuck up! It sold out in like ten minutes!” She swats his arm.

Harry laughs. “Yup.”

“Harry, I can’t expect you to foot the bill for ten days and New York is expensi-”

“Just say yes, Lails. It’ll be my birthday present to you. Please.” He pleads, interrupting her.

“Yes.” She says, throwing her arms around him. “For My Chemical Romance,” she whispers in his ear, making him laugh, reeling in his victory. 

/////

Rosyln plays from a speaker far away. Parents, who seem to have camping gear on them, were playing tag with their young kids. A little further away from the laughter and commotion. Layla and Harry are sitting next to each other on the shore of the lake in Woodford State Park, Bennington County. 

It was past golden hour and they were both exhausted from taking a million pictures. The water reflects the beautiful foliage and the scene looks eerily beautiful. The water looks mysterious with mist hovering over it. A blanket of reddish rouge, burnt orange, and yellow foliage surround the scene and it looks serene yet hunting.

“This reminds me of something,” Harry says.

“That scene from Jennifer’s Body where Megan Fox goes for a swim after ripping open and feeding on the insides of that jock?”

“Way to ruin the moment, dickhead! Why does your brain do this?” He groans.

“It’s what I was thinking.” She says, raising her arms defensively.

“I was going to quote some romantic poetry but you had to bring up a man eating succubus.” He rolls his eyes.

“Okay okay forget I said that. Think back to how you practically melted in the morning when I told you I picked this lilac puffer jacket because it matched your trousers you wore during the picnic.” She reasons with him. Harry smiles. She leans over to attack his face with kisses, making him giggle as she kisses all over cheek.

“Now, tell me, please,” she says, forehead against his.

“Nope, still ruined the moment,” he mutters, kissing her lips.

////

“I didn’t peg you as this big of a Tolkein nerd,” Harry says, blowing the steam away from the hot drink he was holding.

They were both sat on top of their little hobbit hole they were staying at for the next three days. The hill had a wooden bench that faced the front of the expansive property. Layla made them both a hot chocolate that they were currently sipping. Her sketchbook was lying next to her, she’d just finished shading a quick sketch of the view in front of them. They both arrived at the AirBnb Layla had booked for them in Middletown Springs.

Layla was over the moon when they got there, it was a tiny hobbit hole replica, with a lush garden filled with wildflowers dotting bright colours in the green grass. A cobbled stone pathway led them to a circular teal door that invited them into a very cozy, rustic hobbit hole replica. It had all the modern amenities with all the old word fantasy charm. There were fairy lights, a massive fireplace, and a giant king sized bed. There was so much open space around them, all they could see were tall trees and mountains, a small pond, a tub in the garden - that Harry was fully intending to use.

“I would sell my soul to live happily in the Shire in Bag End,” she replies, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

“It seems like much more than a fan experience.” He notes looking at her.

“You know, how people say home is not a place but the people?” She asks and Harry nods.

“Well, it’s very much not the case for me. Home is a place and I’ve never felt fully at peace back home. I didn’t have my own space. So, whenever I needed to go to my happy place, I’d always picture myself in a hobbit hole in the Shire. I do not really understand people becoming your home, because I’ve never let my walls down enough to let that happen and I don’t know if it ever will. So, home for me is very much the place. I know it seems idiotic but I can’t explain it, a hobbit hole feels like that’s where I belong, like it’s my home.” She finishes with a small shrug and she stares at the mountains in the distance.

“It’s not idiotic, Lails.” He softly leans over and kisses her cheek, taking her hand in his and squeezing tight.

////

“What?” Layla asks, she feels his eyes bore into her. 

“Nothing.” Harry murmurs.

“You’re looking at me all weird.”

“Just admiring you that’s all,” he says and a blush creeps up on his face. 

They were both sitting on opposite sides of the tub. Harry had drawn them both a bath and he had put some rose petals in there. Their legs were bent at the knee and they were a little cramped up because the tub at the AirBnB was much smaller than the one in Vasanth and Abi’s room. 

“You’ve been doing that a lot today. Admiring me,” she comments, peeling a petal that was stuck to her collar bone and putting that back in the water. 

“What? A man can’t admire his beautiful girlfriend?” He chuckles at Layla rolling her eyes. 

“Come here,” he whispers, hands coming to grip her knees and pull her forward towards him. She moves straddling his lap. Being very mindful not to slosh the water over the edge. 

She circles her arm around his neck and his hands come to rest on the small of her back. 

“You look so stunning right now,” he whispers against her lips. 

He leans forward and kisses her, her breasts pressed up against his chest, and Layla could feel his hot breath against her cheek. Harry could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against his face. Their hearts race and small whimpers and moans escape Harry's mouth as she sucks on his tongue. 

“Baby,” he moans out as Layla sucks on the side of his throat. 

Her hand slips into the water to grip his hard length, she pumps it a few times before rubbing it against her clit. 

“Need you right now, Har.”

“Condom,” he reminds her. 

She whines, her brain was too fuzzy with pleasure to think straight. “Is it okay if you pull out?”

“Are you sure?” He pushes some hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. She nods. 

He grips himself and lines himself against her entrance and she sinks down on him. 

“Oh shit! Fuck you feel so fucking good, sweet girl,” he yells out, eyes scrunched shut not wanting to release at the very moment. 

“Fuck, Harry,” she groans out as she rocks slowly. She could feel all of him in her and it felt indescribable. She squeezes impossibly tight around him and feels him twitch inside her. 

“Layla don’t do that- fuck- Jesus christ- I’ll come,” he groans against her neck. He wasn’t kidding, they hadn’t had sex since they came to Vermont and fully feeling her without a condom was pushing him closer to the brink faster than normal. 

He puts his hands on her hips and helps her rock back and forth on him. Layla rests her head in the crook of his neck and breathes out with every thrust of his. 

“You gonna come, sweet girl? I’m close.”

She nods, she rubs small circles around her clit and that’s all she needs. Her walls pulsate around his cock and her nails sink into his shoulders and she moans out his name. He immediately lifts her off of him and pumps himself as he shoots ropes of come in the water. 

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He breathes out, resting his forehead against hers. Pressing soft kisses to her lips. 

“Hmm… now you’ve got us both dirty again,” she teases him. 

“And whose fault is that?”

She gasps. “I did nothing.”

“Please. You got me all worked up looking all pretty.” He says, before kissing the tip of her nose. 

////

“Do you feel any different?” Harry asks. The fire crackles, catching Layla’s attention. They were both sitting on the floor by the fireplace. 

“It’s only been ten minutes, Harry. I don’t think it’ll hit us for at least an hour,” she chuckles at him. She leans her weight back on her arms, and stretches her legs in front of her. Warming her feet by the fire. They both split half a weed brownie that Layla purchased in one of the dispensaries in Burlington. It was Harry’s idea, he’d never been high before, so he wanted to give that a whirl and see what the fuss was about.

“What did it feel like when you had an edible for the first time?” He hugs his knees and draws it closer to his chest.

“That makes me feel like a junkie. This is my third time having an edible. I slept through one of them, so that was a bust. The first time with my cousins, I don’t know, we just giggled a lot, the tendrils of the plants looked like they were dancing, blinking felt weird, my body felt heavy but I also felt fluid - like water. I just kept staring at my hands because they didn’t feel like they were mine. That’s it really. I don’t know how getting high is glamourized in your head.” She tells him honestly.

“Do you wanna take any other drugs?” 

“Not really.” Layla shrugs. “I’m aware that it could be a slippery slope. I have no interest in hard drugs. My cousins peer pressured me into taking it for the first time. I wouldn’t have had the edible now, if it weren’t for you. Although I’ve always wondered how it would feel to have some kind of psychedelic and paint. Drug use is very common in the art world and it is beguiling in that aspect, otherwise no.”

“Understandable. It is a shame that consuming drugs to make good art  is an idea that is so commercialized.” Harry adds, reaching forward to grab a couple of logs to feed the dimming fire.

“I feel like we should be talking about heavy existential things,” he says, running a hand through his curls as he sits back down. Half of his face was illuminated beautifully by the fire. 

Layla laughs. “Let’s do it.”

“Do you believe in aliens?” 

“I think it would be pretty stupid of me to assume that we’re the only ones in this universe. That being said, I don’t believe in UFOs and area 51.”

“You ask me a question now.” Harry tells her.

“Alright.” She chuckles, pushing a strand of hair that fell on her face. “What do you think happens when we die?”

“That’s a bit heavy, don’t you think?”

“Hey, you were the one who wanted to talk about heavy existential things!”

“I think that our souls live on forever and go be a part of the universe with the people we love. What about you?” He shoots the question back to her.

“Oh, um. Nothing.” Layla grips her water bottle a bit tighter.

“What do you mean?”

“I believe that there is nothing after we die. Just nothing. I don’t believe in the idea of a soul, so the concept of rebirth is out of the equation. I also think that humans were afraid of the idea of ceasing to exist one day. That’s why we created religion, and morality so people can find comfort in the idea of something existing after death. I mean I don’t see the point because our planet is hurtling across a universe that is so infinite, a concept we cannot yet fully comprehend by the way. We make up these constructs to make us seem like our life matters, that we need to clamber our way to peace and solitude and undo all the wrongs we have committed towards the end of life so we could get a ticket to heaven? It seems silly. People don’t realise how insignificant we all are. A mere speck in the universe. Life will continue no matter what you do,” she finishes, unscrewing the lid of her water bottle and taking a huge swig.

“Clearly this isn’t all that it is? Do you think all this is just a way of distracting ourselves from our impending doom?” He asks.

“That’s all it is,” Layla chuckles.

“You’re quite the cynic, huh? I don’t think so. I think we all leave behind a mark in the universe, no matter how insignificant it may all seem.” 

Four hours later, the brownies had kicked in and Layla and Harry were howling in laughter looking at their belly buttons. 

“You’re right, babe, it iss weird.” Layla giggles, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

“You know what we should do? We should go skinny dipping in the pond,” he suggests, a giggle escapes from his lips.

“Nooooooo. It’s cooooold,” Layla whines.

“All the more reason to do itttt. Come onnn,” he gets up and pulls Layla up as well.

“Last one in is a rotten egg,” he shouts, running out of the house towards the pond.

Layla trails behind him in the moonlight. She hears a small splash and squints her eyes to see his clothes thrown haphazardly on a flowering bush nearby.

“Come on!” He shouts impatiently, splashing some water.

“We’re both gonna fall sick. Bad bad idea,” she mutters, lifting her t-shirt over her head. She shimmies off her sleep shorts and walks into the water. Harry pulls her in and she squeals.

////

Harry looks at Layla tying her hair into a bun. It was their last night in Vermont, in their hobbit hole and he’d convince her to use the outdoor bathtub. The moon was shining bright, and the stars dotted the sky - they were much more visible here. White Ferrari was playing from Harry’s phone. 

“I’m still cold,” she pouts at him.

“Sorry.” He mutters sheepishly for yesterday’s antics for jumping butt naked into the pond. “The water is extra hot,” he offers.

She exhales loudly and drops her robe on the wooden chair. “You better hold me extra tight,” she says, stepping into the tub. She sits in front of him, back to his chest. He wraps his arms across her chest, pulling her tight against him, her hands come to hold on to his forearms. She sinks into his embrace, closing her eyes as she rests her head on his shoulder.

He wishes he knew enough to point out a few constellations to impress her but all he could do right now is stare at her. He thanks the stars for whatever made her come here. He thinks back to the first time he saw her crawling into bed through his window. It wasn’t like this with anyone. He bends down to kiss her cheek and she smiles, not opening her eyes. There was that feeling again blossoming in his chest - that fervent wave of adoration- and it dawned on him. 

Love. It was love. He was in love with her.

His heart soars.

“Layla?” He says softly.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Her eyes spring open. “What?” She says, sitting upright, twisting around to face him.

“I love you, Layla Sathish.” He tells her, cupping her cheeks.

“Harry, I-I don’t know what to say.”

He presses his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes.

“You don’t have to say anything. I don’t expect you to say it back to me, unless you feel it too. Take your time. Just know that I love you. Completely.”

Layla blinks back the film of tears in her eyes, she threads her hands in his hair and closes the distance between their lips, in a passionate kiss.

Frank Ocean croons in the background:

I'm sure we're taller in another dimension

You say we're small and not worth the mention

You're tired of movin', your body's achin'

We could vacay, there's places to go

Clearly this isn't all that there is

Can't take what's been given

But we're so okay here, we're doing fine

Primal and naked

You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned

It's just a skull, least that's what they call it

And we're free to roam

////

Layla thanks the Uber driver as Harry gets their luggage from the car. Harry sneezes as the driver pulls away. 

“Bless you.” 

He sneezes again and again. 

“Maybe skinny dipping wasn’t a great idea,” she says, pulling out a tissue and handing one over to him. 

“I’m fine,” he says adamantly, wiping his nose. 

“You’ve been sniffling all day, babe. Come on, let me walk you to the door.” They both grab their bags and they all over to Anne’s front door. 

“Bye. I had a great time with you this week,” she says, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels. 

“Thanks for taking me with you. Such a fun trip.” Harry tells her, bending down to engulf her in a bear hug. 

“Love you, baby,” he whispers in her ear. 

Layla smiles like a loon and squeezes him tight in response, kissing his cheek. 

She keys herself in the door and hauls her bags into the house. “I’m home!” She shouts. 

“We’re in the kitchen!” Vasanth shouts back. She makes her way to the kitchen. Vasanth was making some dosas. 

“How was your trip?” Abi asks, spooning some red chutney into a serving bowl. 

“Good! I bought Maple syrup for the house. Harry took lots of pictures on his DSLR,” Layla tells her, sitting down on the bar stool. 

“Just in time for dinner. Here, we made your favourite, rava dosas.” Vasanth says, putting a dosa on a plate and pushing it towards her. 

“Let me go wash up and come back,” she says, hopping off the stool. 

“I wasn’t asking,” he says, in a stern voice that dared her to challenge him. 

“Vasanth,” Abi admonishes. 

She sits back on the stool again. Eyes on the marble island, heart pounding a mile a minute. She was in trouble alright. They were so nice, offering to house her for six whole months and now she’s fucking that up. 

“We just want to have a chat, adult to adult.” Abi says in a soothing tone, when she sees Layla’s eyes brimmed with tears. 

“She wants to do that. I am mad,” Vasanth huffs and puts a bowl filled with water and a small lemon wedge in it. She immediately dips her fingers and washes them. 

The two all get plated up and sit at the island. Abi and Vasanth sit across from her. Layla forces some food down her throat, her appetite has seemingly vanished. On a normal day, she would scarf down rava dosas but the sight of them right now makes her stomach turn. 

“Kutti, we treat you like an adult, right?” Abi asks. 

Layla nods, eyes on her plate. 

“Are we being extremely strict and suffocating you?” She continues. 

Layla shakes her head, eyes still not meeting both of theirs. 

“Have we created the space where you feel like you can’t come to us to ask us anything?” She asks Layla. 

“No,” she says, voice shaky. 

“I ran into Nandhini Aunty a couple of days ago,” Vasanth starts. 

Fuck. She swallows harshly. 

“She asked how everyone was doing and told me she saw Harry leaving the house at five in the morning! Care to explain, Layla!” Vasanth’s voice was nothing but coated with sheer disappointment. Layla flinches at the tone. 

“We’re having a discussion. We’re not shouting at her!” Abi says, directed towards Vasanth. She puts a hand on his shoulder. 

“Layla, why was Harry slipping out of the house?” Abi asks, in a much softer but firm tone. 

Layla remains quiet, unsure of what to say. 

“Look, kutti. Do you know how upsetting it is to know that someone came into my house and left without my knowledge, when I have a pregnant wife and a young adult to protect? I know it’s just Harry but that’s not the point,” Vasanth explains. 

“I’m sorry,” Layla’s voice breaks, tears running down her cheeks. 

“Look, we think you’re responsible enough to make your own choices. We don’t need to know why he was here. But-“

“But,” Vasanth cuts Abi off. “It doesn’t make it okay to not tell us. Do you know how embarrassing it was to have a neighbour tell us something like this when I thought we had a healthy communication between us.”

“I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” Layla says, playing with her food. 

“We’re not asking you to not do it again,” Abi chuckles. 

“We’re not your parents.” Vasanth reminds her. “The next time he comes over, ask him to stay for breakfast and leave at an acceptable time.”

Layla’s eyes widen and fly to her uncle and aunt’s face. She wasn’t expecting that. 

“Yeah. Just tell us if he’s coming to sleep over here beforehand. We could both stick earplugs and sleep, so you two can make noises,” Abi jokes. 

“Ew, gross!” Layla giggles. 

“Yeah, Abi, gross! I’m with kutti on this one.” Vasanth winks at her. He wasn’t kidding, he’d rather jump off the side of a building at the thought of Layla doing the devil’s tango. She was his little girl, after all. 

“If you don’t feel comfortable sleeping over with him when we’re here, then if Anne’s okay with it, you can tell us and head over there, okay?” Vasanth says. 

Layla nods. 

“But don’t make it into a habit, you’re on holiday getting a breather from everything back home. Prioritise being by yourself first.” Her uncle tells her. 

“Okay,” Layla responds. 

“Alright, now that that’s over,” Abi clears her throat. “I’m obligated to ask you if you’re using protection and whatever your doing is consensual.” 

////

The doorbell rings. Layla takes off her blue light glasses and rubs her eyes. She’s been on her laptop making PowerPoints for her classes since she woke up. She puts the glasses on the notebook, where she’d roughly drafted a lesson plan for the first unit. It was half past noon on Friday. 

She stretches and wanders to the front door, wondering who it was. She’d told Harry what happened the day they got back and they both agreed they should cool off for a couple of days. She’d got quite a bit of work done for her classes and spent her free time with her Uncle and Aunt. 

She opens the door to find Anne on the other end, dressed in scrubs, probably heading off to the hospital for her twenty four hour shift. 

“Hi!” Layla greets her. 

“Hello love!” Anne hugs her. “I heard you two had quite the trip. Harry showed me some pictures.”

“You should have come, Anne. Vermont was so stunning. You would have loved it there.”

“I’ll make sure to visit. Layla, I have a favour to ask,” she says hesitantly. 

“Anything.”

“Harry’s come down with quite a bad cold. His wheezing has also not subsided. He’s very adamant that he’s fine. He’s always been stubborn when it came to getting nebulised, he’d refused since he was a kid. It was always a battle. He basically pushed me out of the house to get to work. Can you just check on him?”

“Of course!” She says immediately. “He didn’t even tell me he was sick.” She tells Anne. 

“I’m not surprised.” 

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK SO FAR!

[roscgcld]

NANAMI KENTO + GOJO SATORU || the one that got away

request: i'm literally in love with your fics- i was wondering if you could write a Nanami x reader x Gojo where Nanami and the reader were dating before he left Jujutsu Tech, but they break up when he leaves. When he comes back he realizes he's still in love with the reader but she's engaged to Gojo and there's just a bunch of angst and tension. Sorry ik that's a lot :') But ty!!

note: lowkey thought you wanted a nanami x reader x gojo and i was like ‘oh babes am so ready-’ until i rer-read your request lmao! but honestly this was a lot of fun to write. tbh, if i was reader I would choose nanami cause rn am a whole ass SIMP for the man that is nanmi kento cx but i hope i managed to capture what you wanted in this request babes!

pronouns: she/her

“Maybe we should take a break.”

Those six words were engrained into the mind of Nanami Kento for the rest of his life. Those six words were the words that tossed his world upside down - and every time those words came into mind, the imagine of your crying face comes with it. 

You were so distraught, yet you put up a brave front as you gave him a shaky smile - something that he loves so much about you. That even though his explanation as to why you two should break up was childish, selfish even; you still go the extra mile to make sure that he knows you understand. That you understand why he wants to take a break so that he can focus on himself and his career.

“I understand, Nami...just know I love you, okay?”

Your simple words, coupled with your tearful eyes and watery smile made him want to take back the words as soon as possible. That he wants to just turn back time and just admit to himself that he was going to regret his decision. But at the same time, he doesn’t want to. If he did go back in time and stopped, he might end up breaking your heart again; if not with more bitterness and anger. 

When he was young, he hated that he was a jujutsu sorcerer - hated how he has this responsibility over him that he never asked for. He just wanted to be free from the jujutsu world and never look back. You were different - you were so proud that you were a jujutsu sorcerer, always a beacon of light in the dark reality that is being a sorcerer. Somehow you made it bearable for him, and at one point he thought he can do it for the rest of his life. Until after the death of Haibara Yu, a classmate that the both of you call a dear friend.

It was at that moment that he snapped, and he knew he didn’t want to do this anymore.

Yet he couldn’t force himself to drag you away from something you love so dearly, something you see as your duty to protect. He knew that either way he was going to be selfish, and either way tears were going to be shed; so he chose the one that would hurt the least. However, now years down the line, he still thinks that maybe things could have worked out. There was no denying that he still loves you - even though he keeps in touch with his senior, Gojo Satoru, from time to time, he doesn’t ask about you.

From what he knows, you stayed back in Jujutsu Tech and became a teacher, but that is all he knows about you. He was too scared, too embarrassed to face you once more - because he knows better then to dream. Dream that the promise you promised to keep as teens was going to hold up now that the both of you were in your late twenties.

But there is no harm in dreaming, right?

Nanami checked his watch as he got off the train, making his way towards the bus station located right outside of the building. It was his first time back at the college after being away from it for a few years, since he had called Gojo the other day on asking about if there is an opening for him to return as a sorcerer.

Even though Gojo can be a huge pain in the ass to deal with, Nanami knew that if there was anyone who can confirm a space for him at work, it will be Gojo Satoru.

Walking out of the crowded station, he looked up just in time to see the white haired shaman waiting for him at the entrance; who grinned and waved when he saw his junior. “Nanami! I knew you were not going to be late.” Gojo called out to the man dressed in a fresh grey suit and blue shirt underneath; his spotted tie knotted around his neck. The bespectacled man just sighs tiredly and made his way towards his overly excited senior, scowling when the taller male draped an arm around his shoulders.

He opened his mouth to say something when he noticed the ring that was resting on Gojo’s left ring finger, causing him to raise a curious eyebrow as he allowed the older male to lead him along. “You got married?” He asks the taller male, who glances at his hand before he grins and shakes his head, flexing his hand a little to show off the simple band around his ring finger. “Nah, we just got engaged. We are planning for the wedding though.” He stated simple, to which Nanami glances over at his senior in surprise. “What? Thought that I was too good to be married off?”

“No, I am surprised that you somehow managed to find someone willing to chain themselves down with you.”

“How mean!” Gojo gasps before he shakes his head in amusement, playfully squeezing his junior who just scowls lightly. “For your information, we’ve been dating for the last 4 years. And we have both talked about marriage before, so I wasn’t blindly shooting into the dark when I proposed.” Gojo commented as the two of them made their way towards the taxi stand, where Ijichi greeted his two seniors with a soft bow; all three men getting into the car. “Still surprised they said yes.”

Gojo just pouts and whines at his junior, who just listened to him with his deadpan expression the entire way to the college. He was surprised that Gojo managed to come on time to pick him up, since he had expected for him to be late, and for him to have either taken the bus or hailed a taxi on his own. But he didn’t really mind; he’s used to handling Gojo’s childish personality, and he gets a free ride at the same time. So he doesn’t mind the brief ride with Gojo.

Soon they arrived at the wooded area where the college is located on, getting out of the car once Ijichi stops the car. Quietly Nanami got out of the car and squints his eyes a little at the sunlight that shone down on him, his eyes slowly focusing on the grand temple-like compound that is Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. “Feels weird to be back?”

“A bit.” Nanami admitted to Gojo when he walked from the other side of the car to Nanami’s side, the man just chuckling before he gestures for him made his way through the gates and into the campus, immediately being hit with all the nostalgia of being a student once more. It felt like a light weight was being lifted off his shoulders as he soaks everything in, like the guilt of him leaving his duties as a sorcerer behind has been lifted.

The two men made their way deeper into the college just as someone called out to Gojo from behind, causing both men to pause as they turned to look back. Immediately Nanami felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes finally settled onto you, a warm smile gracing your features as you made your way towards the both of them. Nanami was so stuffed that he didn’t catch the way Gojo grins and opens his arms for you, watching the two of you embrace one another as a sinking feeling when he saw the delighted grin on your face.

The same grin that you used to give him after not seeing you for awhile. 

Somehow Nanami managed to keep up an indifferent façade as you embraced your fiancée, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek in greeting whilst Gojo just nuzzles closer to you; in an attempt to milk all of the attention he can from you. “How needy.” You giggled at him before you turned to the man beside your fiancé with the intension of greeting him; only to freeze up when you realise who it was. “K-Kento?”

“Nice to see you again, Y/N.” Nanami greeted in his usual indifferent tone, trying to hide his heartbroken eyes beneath the shadow of his sunglasses as he tilted his head ever so slightly. “I guess some congratulations are to be said.” He stated simply before he gestures to your left ring finger, where a simple yet beautiful engagement ring rested on your finger. For some reason your heart sank as you awkwardly hid your hand behind your back, causing Gojo to raise an eyebrow as he glances between the both of you.

Was there something going on between the two of you?

“O-Oh, thanks.” You mumble out awkwardly, knowing immediately that Nanami was no longer in his usual indifferent mood. You can feel the slight hurt in his voice, one that causes your heart to break a little; bringing you back to the day you two broke up. How you promised to keep loving him until he was ready to return - yet here you are now, engaged to another man. It wasn’t like you fell out of love with him, you still love Nanami with all your heart, but that love had started to shift the years you two spend apart. And somehow, you started to fall for the white haired shaman known as Gojo Satoru.

But that doesn’t mean you didn’t feel any guilt for how evil you might seem to your ex for stringing him along like that. “I wasn’t expected to see you here.”

“I decided to come back.” Nanami stated simply with a shrug, glancing over at your quiet fiancé who blinks at him owlishly back at him. “Plus, Gojo here told me about a student of his by the name Itadori Yuji that I am supposed to take under my wing.” He continued, giving Gojo the chance to jump in as he smiles down at you, squeezing your shoulders gently. “That’s right! Kento-kun here said he wanted to come back! So his first job is to supervise Yuji-kun.”

“Oh.” You replied in a small tone, unsure of how to answer at all. But luckily Nanami stepped in before the awkward silence can drag on for long, pulling the sleeve of his jacket off his watch to check the time. “I don’t want to get in the way of your free time now, Y/N-san. I am going to go and rest up in my room before dinner is served.” He stated simply before bowing at the both of you, not meeting your eyes. “Excuse me.” 

With that he turned to walk away, forcing himself to not look back at you as he made his way down the familiar hallways towards the dorms; the keys to the room he is to stay at for the time being clutched in his hand after he slipped it into his pocket. What was I thinking? He thought to himself as he continued his way down the empty hallway to the dormitories. Did I really think an amazing woman like that will wait for me? 

He sighed to himself as he shakes his head a little, slipping his polished dress shoes off his feet before putting them on one of the free cubbies built into the wall; grabbing a pair of the guest slippers before he puts them on. “At least she managed to get engaged to Gojo. He’s definitely worthy of her love.” He mutters to himself, reminding himself to be happy that you found happiness. He doesn’t blame you for finding love once more - when he left this life behind, he also left you.

No call, no text, no attempt to reach out. Was he expected you to just fall into his arms once more? Pretend that nothing happened, and to go back to where you two once were? That thought alone caused him to let out a soft snort as he made his way towards the locked room, unlocking it with his keys. “Don’t be foolish, Kento. Be happy that she’s happy.” He mutters to himself as he entered his new room, closing the door behind him with a tired sigh.

“Guess you really were the one that got away.”

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[celestianstars]

My dearest Amalia, hello Hoe Squad!

I am typing this message to you as A MARRIED WOMAN 💍💍💍

Marcus and I are officially husband and wife now 😍 and it still all feels like a dream. Like holy shit, we actually got married.

it was the most perfect day. I did get the reaction I was hoping for when Marcus saw me in my dress (babes he cried big manly tears). MUFFIN WAS OUR RING BEARER 😭😭 and he wore a little bow tie. And Marcus? Looked so fucking good in his tux I had a hard time not jumping his bones.

it's 3am and I should probably sleep but I am high on happiness and love and maybe a lot of champagne.

😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

OH MY GOSHHHH THE WAY IM JUST SMILING SO HARD RN AT THIS NEWS!!! I remember you saying you were getting married in July and wondered when this message would come so I’m so so happy for you guys!

Literally the way your journey with him has come full circle…I’m 🥺💗🥰💞💓❤️💕 babe I wish you guys the most wonderful life and marriage!

Muffin being the ring bearer and Marcus crying when he saw you…yeah it’s ok I’m fine! That’s so beautiful! I’m so glad your wedding day was amazing and hope you take the most romantic and sexy honeymoon everrrrr!

Love you guys so much, I’m so glad you’ve kept us updated!

[sor-vette]

Hello Darja! First and more important, I hope you're doing great, hope you're feeling content and nice <3

NOW, is there a limit to the prompts we can use? If not, I'd love one with Jae and the reader, (because miss him and need more interactions with her) using these: “You always make that face when you’ve done something wrong, so what did you do? / “I can’t be mad at you.” / “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

You haven't even written it yet, but I already know I'm going to love it because I enjoy everything you do hahaha

Hello, hello! Good to hear from you! I've got a couple of days free so I am happy rn :) I originally had planned, one prompt per request but eh, let's do multiple :) hope you don't mind that I used your ask as the base format for the drabble :? I'm not quite sure how many people will enjoy this, because it's mostly two OC's....and therefore extremely specified but Jae deserves some love so here it goes :)) hope it's to your liking ♡

Racoons in the Office

• type: Jae x reader (+Jin x reader) • w/c: 1.5k

• part of: "Life of 27" drabble series set in "The Curious Move-In to Apartment 27"

• set: right after "On Middle Grounds"

• tagging: @pinkcherrybombs; @introlxv (sorry, babes, I'm going to annoy you forever)

a/n: when you see a bunch of text written without spaces it means Jae is nagging really, really fast

You sip the fermented drink with a long and cautious face, puke a little bit in your mouth and then melt into the desk. There's not a place that doesn't hurt.

"I said have a good evening not get a liver failure," Jae grumbles, running all over the office. It's empty and quiet on Saturday afternoon. A space for you both to work in peace or vomit in peace as was the case today.

"It was a drinking game..." you try to explain lamely but once Jae has launched into mother hen mode which is scarily reminiscent of Jin though more softly spoken, there's no stopping him.

"How old are you? Two years senior and you bow to peer pressure! Why did you keep drinking? Stop drinking! There's water, should have drunk that!"

"Many people-"

"There's water!" Jae insists, fetching a pillow (?) and tucking it underneath your throbbing temples. You only left the safety of the apartment because once the guys got the wind of Mark, who was he and what happened, the worry had exploded, nearly lopping your head with it. Who would have guessed the same tirade would continue here.

"Yes but-"

"alcoholisnotgoodforyourhealth-"

"Okay."

"andyoushouldbemoremindfulofyourhealthyou'vegotsomanypeoplewhocareforyou-"

"Okay."

"Are you even listening to me?"

You raise your head and for the first time and squint in his general direction. Jae was standing in the light of the torturous sun, one hand on his hip and worried expression etched deep into his otherwise youthful face. Your eyes drift downward, to the truly horrendous Moomin sweater he had adorned.

"Don't be mad at me," is all you ask.

Jae sighs.

"I can't be mad at you," he pouts. "It is a scientific impossibility. But really is it that hard to drink in moderation?"

"You snort in a coffee with eight shots of espresso," you remind him sagely, tucking your head away back into the shadows and Jae becomes but an omnipresent, nagging voice drifting endlessly like a horde of mosquitos.

That puts a halter in his mouth if but for a second.

"Yes, but that's me! Who cares about me?"

"I do," you narrow him down. "I care. Besides which what are you even doing here?"

He blushes.

"Nothing."

He's not even red. More like...purple. Eyes shifting left and right, while his legs bounce around with anxiety he appears very much like a puppy caught in front of a chewed slipper, hoping that if he won't make eye contact, it will all disappear.

"You're making the face."

"What face?" he gives you the widest, most scandalized eyes in the universe.

"The face," you clarify with emphasis. It helps exactly no one. "You always make that face when you’ve done something wrong, so what did you do?"

"It's not that it's wrong...." he laughs nervously wringing his hands and then slumps forward. "I wanted to tell HR that it was me who got Erik mad so they wouldn't write a note in your ledger."

You snort.

"A note. What do you think it is - a school?" Laughing was a no-go. It made you only sicker. "Also you're doing no such thing."

He splutters with indignance.

"I will," when you flinch he lowers his tone to a whisper once again. "Yes, I will do it. Don't even try to stop me."

"You have already been stopped," you whine. "You're under my protection, that's one. I have beef with everyone here, that's two. I've given up on my career, that's three. So all in all, they pencil this incident into already my known reputation of being an outcast and we're done. Besides, if not for Eric's little outburst we wouldn't have our own office."

Jae tugs your head upwards, pressing a bottle of water to your lips. Though it feels slightly insulting as though you're a frail Victorian patient dying of tuberculosis, the water is cool and fresh and soothes the horrible scratching in your throat.

"What office?" he asks, once you're done.

"Our own office," you slump into the chair, shivering slightly. Never mind never drinking again, you won't even look at alcohol ever again. You'll promise pretty please on any deities shrine to be forever obedient if this nausea would cease. "Others are making you uncomfortable, so I fired up a bunch of e-mails and they allowed us to use the folder room."

You avoid telling the slight detail that 99% of that success lied in the fact that no one wanted to be even in a five-meter radius of Jae launching into one of his long rants, hence granting the proposal of isolation a rather widespread approval. He didn't need to know that.

"...it's a cupboard," Jae faintly remarks and you would shrug if not for the fear of projectile vomiting all over this carpet. It'd be a bitch to clean.

"Tomato, tomato," you reply casually but then the sound of crying forces you to focus. Jae was standing, water bottle in hand with what was clearly light tears running down his cheeks.

"No...please, don't cry," you try to comfort him lamely but you're also rooted to the spot. And extremely awkward.

"People always have wanted something from me," he wiped at his face. "So this has been the first case of someone...picking on me. I've never been forced to hear someone say shit about my ADHD."

He was probably upset that you did this - treat him as a kid in need of saving. You messed up again.

"Jae, I-"

"Thank you!"

Thank you?

He runs to your chair and practically tries to meld his body into yours, enveloping you in a jittery hug. You clamp your jaw shut to avoid any incidents.

"Thank you so much. I can't believe you did this for me," he chokes.

"Did what?" Jin's voice suddenly asks. He looks just as green as you, swaying from left to right. It was even a surprise he was able to stand up. Jae immediately unwraps himself.

"We're going to get our own space," you explain warily. You hope they won't find but it's a loser's expectancy at this point. At least it wasn't Namjoon. You were only half confident to say that he wouldn't just chuck Jae out of the window should he run his mouth too much. And run he did.

"You, guys," he points at Jin accusingly. "You care for her right? What kind of men are you to allow her to drink herself to this state?! No, gentlemen, thissimplywillnotdo.doyoualsoallowhertosleepwithanopenwindow?shecomesinsnifflingeverytwodaysandthisisnotthetimetocatchacold,isaidno,notooverdrinkingnotosleepingwithanopenwindownotohavingacold!healthispreciousyouknow-"

Jin's eyes are hidden behind hefty sunglasses but despite it, the scowl is quite visible.

"Child -"

"CHILD?!"

"- me...I'm too sick to listen...to listen you. Honey?"

In your weak state, you don't even bat an eyelash at the term.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go home."

Home. That does sound wonderful. But if the saying was right then home was not a place, it was people. And home meant both the arrangement of clownery that was BTS and very much a strange coloured Moomin that was Jae. Quite the dwelling that was.

"You know I care for you," you glance at Jin and he nods, briefly touching his stomach as if barely not hurling. "And I also care for Jae. So, please, if you could just tolerate each other, that would make me happy."

Though they don't admit this to you, your happiness was their main and common priority and as such when the taxi arrives to take you home, guided by Jin's embrace, Jae is also there. You'll have to come clean about Mark. Not later, in a distant, unreachable future, but right now and to everyone. But somehow it feels less scary. Despite still throwing daggers at each other, Jae and Jin remain passive, one belting off the taxi driver's ear about safe and steady driving and one, pressing chaste, comforting kisses to your forehead. Jin's fingers trace small circles on the small of your back and you fall prey to their trance, nuzzling boneless into his neck.

"You're going to be okay," he mutters and you can't differentiate whether he means it physically as in you're going to survive this car ride, or emotionally - that you could tell them the truth and won't be judged for it. "Everything's going... okay."

"Just don't bully Jae, okay," you plead, soft and pathetic and Jin's heart bleeds. "He's my friend."

Jin side-glances at the blue-haired weirdo. He may not like the kid but he did care for you and, to Jin, that was an agreeable quality.

"We won't bully him" he promises, biting away the ending of "too much".

When Jae, Jin and you slide out of the taxi, all green-tinted and wobbly, you turn to look back at him. Namjoon stands in the window like some sort of ominous giant. Jae's lips press into a thin line at the sight but he quickly wipes it away.

"You know, I can't believe you're doing this for me," you echo his words with a faint smile as Jimin rushes out to help you up the stairs. Now you definitely feel like a frail Victorian patient dying of tuberculosis.

"The things I do for my best friend," he grumbles miserably.

[bbugyu]

hello, love! IT’S BEEN A MONTH SINCE MY LAST ASK 😭 just finished my midterms and i’m binge watching brooklyn nine-nine rn bcs I Am Too Tired ☹️ .

btw, idk if u remember but the jeonghan thought is still in my memory 🤩 it’s just like .. y’all just finished and hannie was the first to eat the takeout that just arrived, so you tie your hair in a ponytail to prepare but your shirt just rises and reveals you in your panties so he stares at you intently Like .. Babe You Want Another Round Or Something ??? there’s just something about how he checks you out and so after eating, you both went for another one 😭 (i’m suffering)

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HI BUNNYYYY welcome back!!!! proud of you for finishing midterms 💞 and omg b99 is one of my fave sitcoms of all time (even if it is copaganda) that is sooooo deserved. you work hard you get to laugh now. i even include a reference to it in my classic epilogue wip 😭 i swear i'll post that one day

and NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OF COURSE I REMEMBER

jeonghan going for another round??? before ten hours have passed??? damn he must be down bad for his recovery time to reduce like that SHVAHDABJSBD like yall musta been apart for too long.... like he's been super busy with his schedule and perhaps.... you've been busy with midterms hehe 😋 and he finally makes it to your little studio apartment and he beds you immediately. you tease him for barely saying hi before he's trying to undress you and he just whines and is like "we can talk in a second, please, i need this. i need you."

but you've been just as desperate for some relief so you don't argue anymore, you don't even tease. you just let him kiss you and admit that you need him, too. and that makes him practically growl as he's tugging your shirt over your head.

when the two of you are sprawled out over your covers, naked and panting with a light sheen of sweat on both of your bodies, he coughs once and asks how your exams went. you laugh and tell him that they went well, and results would be posted the next day. he grins over at you, getting up on one elbow to kiss you slowly. "i missed you."

you blink at him twice. "i missed you, too."

"let's order food?"

"please."

he disappears to the bathroom to clean himself up a bit, leaving his phone with you to place the delivery order, and the two of you catch up while you wait for the food, laying next to each other in bed, only half dressed because putting on pants is too much effort for you, and he claims you make him too hot to wear a shirt. you joke that combined, you make a fully clothed person, and he laughs. you're propped up on your elbows, holding his hand in both of yours, studying the creases in his fingers as he tells you about all the shoots he's been doing lately. he tells you anecdotes about the members. you're giggling and saying you're jealous, that you barely have time to hang out with friends these days. that you need to make plans to see some over your short break between semesters.

you retrieve the food when it arrives, politely thanking the delivery man while keeping your underwear clad behind hidden by your door, and jeonghan puts on a shirt to resist the urge to smack your ass when you bow and shut the door. because you just finished. and you're both hungry. but god, he missed you.

so you hand him the bag of food and tell him to start without you because you need to use the restroom real quick. he sets up at your little table and spreads all the food out, and you return, working your hair into a pony tail as you get ready to sit across from him.

and he stares up at you, the way your shirt lifts, his chopsticks caught between his lips as his mind goes blank. "you're so mean."

you laugh, sitting down. "what did i do?"

"how can you look like that?" he asks, annoyed. "we just had sex, and you're making me all excited again. it's so unfair."

"what did i do?" you repeat, incredulous. "all i did was sit down!"

"agh, seriously," he refocuses on the food, head cocking angrily. "you're awful."

"you're awful," you argue, grabbing the chopsticks he had set out for you, starting with the food. "how is it my fault that you're too busy?"

jeonghan can barely focus on eating after that, one thing on his mind the entire time, and you repeatedly catch his eyes wandering all over you. gaze running down your neck, watching the way your tee hangs over your collarbones. when you finish eating and stretch out across your floor, knees popping up, satisfied with the meal, he's staring at your thighs. the two of you are cleaning up and you're quickly washing the bowl you used for dipping sauce and the chopsticks so you don't have to worry about them later, and he's behind you as soon as he's done sorting the trash.

"jeonghan," you warn, recognizing the way his hands run over your hips and his lips at your nape.

"yes, love?"

you sigh, placing the chopsticks on your drying mat. "what are you doing?"

and his hands are under your shirt, caressing your waist, finger tips slipping under the waistband of your underwear. "enjoying our fleeting time together."

"jeonghan," you warn again, and he just responds by tugging your hips back, his already stiffening member slotting between your ass cheeks. you gasp, rubber gloved hands landing on the edge of the sink. "h-hang on-"

"i don't wanna," he mutters, kissing your neck, one hand running up your stomach to fondle at your nipple, and your head falls back to his shoulder. "you don't want me to, either."

"we just-" you jolt when his teeth dig into your neck. "w-wait, don't leave a mark-"

"why not?" he asks, despite pulling his teeth from you before the skin could bruise. you bend over forward, desperately trying to get the gloves off your hands and shutting off the water, and jeonghan looks down at your barely clothed behind, massaging the soft flesh. "can i leave a mark down here?"

your mind is swimming. "what do you-" and you let out a surprised whine when he slaps you, his hand immediately massaging the stinging skin. "fuck, han-"

"do you feel that?" he asks, his dick fully hard against you now. "this is because of you. we can't go this long without seeing each other, it makes me insane."

he pulls your underwear taught against your crease, and you whine again, shaky hands trying to hold yourself up against your counter as he rubs himself against you.

"i'll never get enough of you," he mutters, pulling your underwear aside and slipping a finger into your warmth. you let out a moan, head hanging forward as he curls the finger against your walls. "you seem just as excited," he teases.

"that's what happens when you - ah! - spank me out of nowhere..."

"dirty," he says, purposefully provoking you, and you suck your lip between your teeth when he pushes another finger into you, your hips instinctively pushing back against him. he smirks at your responsiveness. "should i fuck you right here?"

your eyes shoot open. "wait, n-no, han," you gasp, his fingertips finding your spot. "wait, it's dirty."

"just like you," he says, leaning forward to kiss gently at your nape, and you whine as your knees begin to knock. "your back is arching like you want it now."

you pant, eyes barely able to focus, and you resign. "fuck, just do it."

he bites his lip, grinning as he pushes down his shorts and underwear over his hips, rubbing a hand over his member once as he stares down at your crease. "gladly," he says, holding your underwear aside with a thumb as he pushes into you, and you let out an elicit moan at the way he feels.

and before you can even beg him to move, his hands are gripping your waist, guiding your body to meet the movement of his hips, and you're gasping as you try to keep some stability against the counter. you throw your head back when he speeds up, and you let out a stuttered moan of his name.

"fuck," he groans, and his hand finds the base of your ponytail, holding your head steady as he fucks into you, and you let out a surprised whine, the restriction turning you on even more. but even as he's slamming into harshly, pulling your hair, nails digging into your ass, all that he can do is compliment you. tell you how beautiful you are, how good you feel, how sexy you sound with his name on your lips. how much he missed you. how much he loves you. you're practically whimpering as your walls tighten around him, and he groans, telling you how good you're being. begging you to cum for him.

you moan, the tone of your voice increasing as you repeatedly say you're about to cum, and he lets go of your hair in favor of pushing your shirt up your back, hands holding you firmly as he fucks into your fluttering walls. you let out an erotic moan as you release, knuckles white as you grip at the edge of the sink, eyes watering when you clamp them shut, and jeonghan is panting behind you, cursing, his hips losing rhythm as he nears his own high, and the way your walls twitch around him from overstimulation makes him hurriedly decide he needs to pull out.

and you feel him shoot up your back, your arms practically giving out in relief, unsure if your poor hole could handle any more. theres nothing but the sound of the two of you breathing as jeonghan stares down at hoe perfectly your ass cradles him, his seed slowly dripping down your back.

"fuck," he sighs out.

you swallow, throat suddenly dry from all the work your voice had put in. "fuck," you agree.

he's carefully cleaning your back with kitchen roll while you drape over your counter, exhausted, legs shaking, and he kisses your spin gently and pulls your shirt back down to tell you that he's done. you stand, needing the full support of your hands on the counter to straighten you sore back, and he has a dopey grin on his face when you finally turn to him.

"i love you," he says, his arms around you as he places a kiss on your lips.

you linger for a moment, enjoying how sweet his smile tastes. "i love you, too."

he adjusts his grip on you, studying your face in the way he always does before he asks you something. you give him a questioning look.

"what?"

"nothing," he says, pouting.

"spit it out," you giggle, leaning back against the counter.

he shakes his head, a smirk sneaking its way across his lips. "it's nothing."

"it's not," you insist. "c'mon, hannie-"

"let's shower together," he interrupts, and he instantly grins at the way your jaw drops.

"you're insane," you say, pushing out of his hold.

he laughs, following you with his arms around your waist as you try to escape him. "c'mon, let's wash up together. you don't wanna?"

"no funny business," you say, a finger in his face when you turn in his grip towards him. "i'm already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow."

he bites his lip, leaning into you. "what if i use my mouth?"