#hynosis mic x reader

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Hello! I really loved your Gentaro stuff and I wanted to request a nsfw scenario in which he finds out that his gf loves cats and she decides to bring that to the bedroom (not anything extreme master/pet thing, just something different with his s/o) hopefully that made sense and thank you!

Kitten Licks (Gentaro Yumeno x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻! 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :]

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗴𝘀, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It was his idea. It came from the increase in cat videos you had been showing to him throughout random points of the day. Though that didn’t change the fact that it was all his idea.

  “Hmm…keep sucking…just like that…”

  But that didn’t mean you couldn’t get your fun too.

  The salty taste of precum is filling your mouth as your flick against the head of his dick and remembers to pay special attention to the very tip like you’ve learned to do so long ago. Your jaw aches and your mouth grows tired. You know that at any point in time, you could stop. At any point in time, you could take the chance to pull your mouth away and to lick a long, long, long stripe from base to head for show. To spend a few minutes pumping his cock in your hand to give yourself a break. It’ll give you a chance to properly catch your breath- something you haven’t done in a while. It’ll also give you the chance to wipe your face of the mess of precum and salvia that sucking him off has left you with. But you know it would be meaningless the second you decided to duck your head back down and to wrap your lips around his cock once more. Besides, you haven’t quite had all your fun yet. 

  Not to the same level he’s had his fun with you, at least…

  Still, it doesn’t change the way how you want so badly to look up right now. You want so badly to see more of him right now. To watch the face that twists up and to stare at lips that let each soft sound- each desperate word- flow out. To glance at the hand that’s tangled through your hair right now as he combs his long fingers as much as he wants. And to try to turn your gaze to see the hand now buried in your pussy, just below the shiny new tail plug he brought out for you mere minutes ago. At least, see as much as you could.

  Your position is compromising. It’s domineered and controlled in the silent, crafty way only Gentaro could pull off this effortlessly. Though you have minimal complaints. In fact, you’re more than eager to keep going. He has you sitting pretty across his body on your forearms and your knees. Head down as you continue to suck and suck and suck his dick with all the enthusiasm in the world. Ass up as he takes his time curling his fingers inside of you before pulling them out again. Sometimes just to play with your clit. Sometimes to press his fingers back inside of your warm, wet pussy one more. And sometimes, to play with the tail.

  The tail. It’s all you can ever think about lately. The tail.

  It’s your first time trying something like that. His first time ever suggesting it. Though he seemed more than confident that you would be modeling the small, fluffy white tail for him before the night grows old. You were unsure at first. It had been a thought that crossed your mind once or twice in the past. But it had stayed beneath buried thoughts for so, so long. After all, how could you ever think of something new when Gentaro gives you everything you could ever want?

  Yet he won you over with quietly hummed praises and promises. He told you how cute you would look for him if you wore it. He told you how much he adored the idea of seeing you in it. Of helping you put it in. Of helping you taking it out. Of making you wear it all hours of the day. Of taking you to the point where your body begins to miss it. Begins to crave it. But most of all?

  Of making you- the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes upon- even prettier as he toys, and toys, and toys with your body. With you.

  And so, he swapped his poetic tone for one more suitable for such vulgar yet picturesque words. Whispering to you all kinds of stories and ideas, and hymns and poems in between kisses as he took the reigns once more. And he told you all the things he wanted to do to you. The faces he wanted to see on you. The sounds he wanted to hear from you. The positions he wanted to keep you in. The places he wanted to fuck you in. All of it, brand, brand new like a freshly awoken phoenix from the ashes. 

  With all the fiery passion of one too. But you weren’t surprised by his words. You couldn’t be after being with him for almost two years now. He always knew the right words to say to make you comfortable. To make you feel safe and warm. To feel loved and desired. To feel wanted. And in this moment?

  To feel excited. Because of this moment. Because of this relationship. Because of this encounter. Because of him. And because of this tail.

  And just how well you’ve been taking it.

  So one minute you’re kissing him sweetly- taking up his every challenge when he attempts to deepen the kiss. The next minute, you’re on top of the bed, lying on your back. Your clothes had long been discarded. Tossed in some corner of the room. Possibly the same one as Gentaro’s. Not that you would know, though. Because you were currently far too busy being folded and half and looking past his messy bangs just to stare into those beautiful green eyes of his. All while he pushes the tail plug deeper and deeper and deeper inside your puckered little hole. Drinking up all the little whines and whimpers you let out he took his time preparing and playing with you. Drinking it all up because it was all for him and him alone to enjoy. 

  Eventually, the dust settles. And it’s around that time that you find that you’re no longer moaning because the stretch is unfamiliar. The change is subtle. It keeps up on you before you could even realize that it’s there. Yet Gentaro knows. He knows you too well. He knows your body too well. Because all too soon, he’s pulling you into his lap. He’s guiding you into position. The prettiest voice saying the prettiest words as he gently plays with your new tail and lets your fingers wrap around his rock-hard cock. And now? 

  The prettiest voice is making the prettiest sounds as you take his dick in your mouth and you suck on it hard. After all, he got you in this tail, didn’t he? 

  So what’s the harm in you having a little fun too?

[sunangelstears]

Doppo kannonzaka Headcanons

-----> AN : Hi ! Im so sorry for posting this late . Truth is ...... I fell asleep at 11am and woke up around 9 pm amd then ended up helping with packing for the move .......so yeah........

------> Late birthday post for our darling overworked , underappreciated salary man Doppo kannonzaka ❤

------> Tags : @kazukazuhas @decaffeinatedcloudkryptonite @nerdy-talks @guiraguira @matenrou-fan

----> �� Likes running his fingers through your hair after a long day of work .

----> ♥ He falls asleep while cuddling 【 lord help him bc he needs it 】

----> ♥ If you move he would wimpr a little and hug you tighter , not wanting you to leave .

----> ♥ Cuddly af when he's drunk 【 God forbid this man from going drinking with the rest of Matenro T_T 】

----> ♥ He will lie on his stomach and rest his head on your tummy , with his torso between your legs . You'd sometimes fall asleep in that position with his face resting on your chest .....very very red .

----> ♥ He has a camera roll of pictures of you that he takes on all your little dates - whether at home or out he wants to cherish these little moments ♡

----> ♥ Secretly writes down all the things he loves about you .

----> ♥ Little to no PDA . Keep it behind closed doors , our boy is easily flustered .

----> ♥ You basically fight with anyone who insults him . You once fought with Jyuto O_0

----> ♥ Grab a shotgun we killing his boss !

----> ♥ You made him a photo album .....he almost cried ....... he cried so much .

----> ♥ Always cheering you on while being a proud boyfriend ( esp if you also do the rap battles )

----> ♥ Trusts you like no one else in the world .

----> ♥ Maybe you will be introduced to his little brother ?

----> ♥ You and Hifumi get along like a house on fire . not to mention that yall almost set the house on fire

----> ♥ Blushes so red if you decide to wear his clothes that tomatoes get jealous :3

----> ♥ He is little spoon . He loves listening to your heartbeat , it soothes him .

----> ♥ You get him matching bracelets or any kind of jewellery and he will make it a habit to wear it with EVERY . SINGLE . OUTFIT .

----> ♥ Netflix and chill .

----> ♥ Constantly apologizes for every little thing he thinks he did wrong . Pls assure him that you love him !

----> ♥ Call him ' babe ' ' love ' or anything like that and 1 of 2 this will happen :

1- doppo exe has stopped working - man shuts down . Just freezes .

2- doppo=🍅 there is no difference between the two at this point .

----> ♥ If you come across your ex while out and about , he will follow you like a lost puppy EVERYWHERE YOU GO . EVEN THE KITCHEN ! give him lotsa kisses and cuddles and tell him that you love him and only him . Do it !

----> ♥ Hugs you from the back and just stays there .

----> ♥ You have a necklace with his mc / first name on it and his eys light up everytime he sees it on you . Ignore the blush

Okay...... this turned out to be........... really long . Hehe...

Thanks so much for reading . Reblgs are greatly appreciated.

[honey-milk-depresso]

could i perhaps maybe request hypmic hcs for ramuda, doppo, jyushi, and gentaro with a s/o who is very anxious and shy but also very exciteable and energetic ?? :D (its totally ok if not, and take your time !! thank u for your wonderful writings<3)

Hypmic shy s/o who gets energetic

Doppo Kannonzaka

I think it mixes pretty well.

He's relatively quiet, and he appreciates that you're more reserved and also having a mutual feeling with him,

and at the same time when you're with him, you somehow can also pull him out of his comfort zone, in a good way!

You're like Hifumi but moderate, and he's super grateful. I mean, Hifumi and Doppo are already the great friend dynamic, but with you, he somehow feels more confident and more open to express himself in a more... calmer way.

In a way he won't overreact. But at the same time, he will admit that he's gotten used to you being excited when going out on dates with him, or just- like- yeah-

JUST BEING WITH HIM DJDHDGJDGJ-

Doppo's not gonna lie, he feels a little more confident in himself knowing you're excited and happy about going out with him and spending time with him.

Also he finds you just so endearing like- <333

Ramuda Amemura

Ramuda thinks you being shy but energetic is so cute!!

He loves it when you get shy and flustered when you're surrounded by his endless and open affection all while hugging him too.

But whenever he shares with you that he wants to go on a date with you, or when he made a new outfit for you to try out,

you just go, "Wait really?! Oh my gosh, I can't waittt!!! HGHJDGDGD AHHHHHHH- IM SO HYPE- IM SO HYPE- IM SO HYPPEEEEE-"

Awwwww!!!

He just wants to kiss you, and hug you, and squish your cheeks, cuddle, all that fluffy shit-

You're just so cuteeeee!!!

HOW CAN HE NOT?????

Ramuda laughs, peppering kisses all over your face as you giggle coyly but gleefully as he smiles cutely and genuinely at you.

You're just so adorable! <3

Gentaro Yumeno

Calm man and his shy lover, he finds you and him as a pretty cute trope~

He'll be all soothingly affectionate, smooth (and truthfully genuine although he's sus-) with his loving words as he smiles in amusement, watching attentively with a teasing gaze as you're reduced to a shy, blushing mess.

"D-don't say it while people are watching..." you whispered timidly. That just makes him want to coo you even more, s/o-

But he loves it whenever you get excited when you go out with him or read his new novels.

Just seeing you get bubbly and hyped cracks a smile on his face.

He's glad you enjoy spending time with him, and also looking forward to his written works.

Maybe he should write a new novel that's similar to both of yours relationship just to see you have that sudden epiphany and blush tenfold.

He's gonna be pretty cheeky about that- <3

Jyushi Aimono

He's so thankful-

Oh my god-

You were one of his close friends that continued to stick with him and soon became his lover- oh bless you-

Even if you're shy, you've never failed to make him smile and be genuinely happy.

I mean, at least you share the mutual feeling with him when you both get nervous,

but most importantly-

HE'S SO- SO HAPPY YOU GET EXCITED WHEN YOU WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM OR HEAR HIS SONGS (with the group but- I'm sure he's got his solos-)-

HE'S SO HAPPY- HE CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW OVERJOYED HE IS WHEN HE HEARS YOU BEING ALL HYPED-

CHEERFUL-

AND GENUINELY LIKE DJDJHGDD-

OH MY GODDDDDD-

He will faint from your constant hype and support for him- seriously- <3

[hypmic-writings]

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Day 20/21 - Sasara Nurude

Pairing: Sasara x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 485

Quote/AU: "No way! You are not kissing me with clown make up on!"

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You crossed your arms as you glared at your boyfriend who was currently standing across the bedroom with a video game console in his hands and a sheepish look on his face. You had just walked out from the bathroom after readying yourself, only to find Sasara sitting on the bed alreading starting up the video game console.

“I think we had different ideas of what ‘dressing up for Halloween’ meant,” Sasara said, chuckling slightly as he tugged the plastic red clown nose off of his face. You let out a small sight and tightened your arms around your chest, dressed in nothing but lacy lingerie.

“Yea, you think?” you said, slightly amusedly. You let your arms drop to your side and walked over to Sasara, taking in his entire clown outfit and holding back a laugh as you shook your head.

“Where did you even get that thing?” you asked, failing to hide the small smile that drifted across your lips as you reached out to poke the oversized, bright orange shirt.

Sasara did a little twirl and posed dramatically for you making you laugh lightly.

“I got it for tonight and for the Halloween party tomorrow! I thought we were going to dress up together!” he whined, waving his arms around a little. You raised your eyebrows at him and smirked a little.

“I mean…we still can…” you said, glancing down at your sexy lingerie and then looking at his oversized clown suit. “Why let it go to waste?” you asked, shrugging a bit, making yourself almost laugh.

Sasara’s mouth made a small ‘o’ before turning into a catlike grin and sneaking over to you. He leaned in to give you a kiss but you immediately pushed him away.

“Hey, no way! You are not kissing me with clown make up on!" you exclaimed, maneuvering out of his arms.

Sasara pouted and lunged at you again as you squealed, letting him chase you around the room for a bit until he finally caught you in his arms. You whined as he laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek and when he finally let you go, you hastily rubbed the paint of your cheek.

“Seriously, go wipe that off!” you exclaimed. “Then we can play some video games or something,” you dismissed him, waving your hand.

“Aw, but now I wanted to play a different game,” Sasara joked, poking at you. You laughed at him and shook your head, pointing a finger at him and jabbing his chest.

“Not until you take the makeup off!” you demanded, bringing your arms across your chest once more with definitively. Sasara hummed and nodded obediently.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, saluting you playfully before sneakily pressing one more kiss on your forehead and slinking away to the bathroom.

“Sasara!” you shouted after him, bringing your hand up to your face to rub away the clown paint once more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[hypfic]

Ikebukuro Otome 109

by hypfic

title card by @mguqiis​

author’s notes 

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B A C K  O F  T H E  B O O K  —  After moving from Shibuya to Ikebukuro for work, your mischevious mentor takes it upon himself to set you up with a friend of his so you can have a friendly face to show you around town. He’s definately not trying to set you two up at all.... no way.

P A R I N G: Ichiro Yamada x Reader(she/her)

W A R N I N G S: n/a

S T A T U S: ongoing ║ home

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C A S T

I N D E X:

K E Y:

[TC] = Text Chapter

[WC] = Written Chapter

[CC] = Combination Chapter

ch 1. [TC]  moving in the rain

ch 2. [WC]  one of those friends

ch 3. [CC] first meeting

ch 4. [TC] what makes a date?

ch 5. [WC] ramuda’s single blanket strategy

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T A G L I S T: @mguqiis @hynosis-mic-smuts @erigaur

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hiya! i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could do something about ramuda amemura w/ a s/o that lacks self worth/is struggling with mental health issues? they would be a lot like him as well, except they put on a lot of different sides for diff people/groups of people, and their true self is still unknown to them cause of the self manipulation, but theyre a rather soft hearted, kind, and insecure person in general. theyve had a long a rocky past, from being verbally/physically abused by parents, to being excluded at school. theyre also quite good at bottling up their emotions as well, so maybe the scene would start in the middle of a silent panic attack? (although he can tell cause mutual trust and dating for a while) if you arent comfy w/ this, i completely understand (its just a silly rq to help me cope im sorry dndbdjdnd), so please dont pressure yourself! ty for your time and have an amazing day/night!

Just Breathe (Ramuda Amemura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! ���𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you feel like you’re dying, you don’t like to be touched. 

  Even when you start to tremble. Even you feel find yourself silently slinking out of the room with your breaths running short and your eyes growing wide. Even as your heart beats and beats and  beats  against your chest as you look for a quiet place to hide away and exist. Even as your vision starts to blur with tears and you become dizzier and dizzier until the second you’re able to fall onto the ground. And  especially  when you start to grow scared. When you start to grow confused. When you start to  choke , you don’t like to be touched. You can’t be touched. You don’t  want  to be touched. You don’t want that to die. But you don’t want that to be the thing that kills you either.

  And yet…

  “Deep breath in…”

  …you still choose to let him in.

  “...deep breath out. And again. Here we go-”

  Most of the time, you could listen to Ramuda talk and hum and sing to you all day long. Oddly enough, this is one of those times. But as you sit on the hard pavement of a random back alleyway in Shibuya, tucked in between trashcans and forgotten pieces of junk, you find that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t focus. You just can’t  breathe . And you’re trying. You’re trying really, really, really,  really  hard to. You want to do what he says. You want to feel better. You don’t want to make him feel worried for you. But it’s  hard . It’s  hard,  and you hate it. You hate it, and you’re  scared . You’re scared, and you don’t want to  die.  

  It’s fear that boils up first in moments like these. Fear that hits you heavy and hits you hard as it overpowers all else in your mind overflowing so, so  much . Anger and Sadness fight to be tasted. Two strong flavors. Two strong emotions. They fight for who is next behind fear. They fight for who is more powerful. In the moment. For all time. But exhaustion? Exhaustion waits its turn. It has laid claim to the aftertaste. Soon it will lay claim to you. And right after? You know it won’t be death. You know it won’t be. 

  But it feels that way. 

  It feels like it’ll be something close to death. It feels like something worst than terror and nightmares itself. It feels that way so, so much right now. That you’re going to die in just a second. That you’re going to gasp on your last exhale. Choke on your inhale. Tears will be streaming down your face, but your body feels too warm, your heart beats too fast, and your body shakes too much, and you’ll  die.  Right here, and right now. With your hands in his. And his hands and yours. 

  You sob.

  “ Shh, shh…it’s okay,”  In an instant, Ramuda is shushing you. Your cries are quiet. You’ve learned to hide your tears well. You knew you would be punished if you did anything else. But that last cry cuts through the air like a knife. It pains you so. It squeezes at your throat with the stress. It squeezes at your heart with the fear. And then before you know it, it swallows up your everything in silence once more. To hide your emotions. To cover up your fears. And to do so much more. “We’ll get through this. We have each other. So breathe with me, okay?”

  You want to. You want to tell him that too. You want to tell him how you want nothing more but to breathe out the same air he fills his lungs with. You want to tell him how you want to follow his every order- his every direction- because you know much he cares for you. You want to.

  But a quiet sob mixed in between a deep inhale is all you can muster. A pitiful sound. Nothing short of a mere hiccup as your lips try to move. They try to make a sound. And when it doesn’t work out the first time, they try again. And again. And again. And again until all they can do is part in desperation to let out another cry. 

  Somehow your abusers of times past have claimed your tongue as their own. 

They’ve silenced you. They’ve silenced you and they’re not even here. They’ve silenced you and they haven’t paid for it yet. For your pain. For your suffering. For their sins. For their transgressions.

  You deserve better than this. You deserve more than this.  Words so easy to say. Words so hard to  mean . You can’t convince yourself of that message. You can’t promise yourself that you weren’t meant to be hurt. But that’s the thing. You don’t want to hurt. You don’t want to die. You don’t want this to be the end. You don’t want to choke. You don’t want to cry. You want to breathe. You want to smile. You want peace, not suffering. You want laughter, not anger. Your happiness, not sadness. But most of all?

  “Another deep breath in. We’ll be okay. I promise we’ll be okay.” 

  You hold your hands in his. He holds your hands in yours. You want him instead. 

  “I’ll do my best to protect you, I swear. So just breathe with me, alright?”

  You want him instead.

   It takes a couple of seconds, but you manage to nod your head, and you can almost  feel  the encouraging smile he offers you in exchange. Somewhere in the blurry mess of your vision, you’re able to see one of the only people to ever matter in your life. He speaks to you gently in this moment. He teaches you how to breathe in the same voice he sings to you in. You still feel like you’re dying. But the feeling is starting to ebb and flow with each word he says. With each breath he takes. Sometimes it’s there. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes you’re afraid. Sometimes you’re not. Sometimes you’re happy. Sometimes angry. Sometimes you’re sad. Sometimes you’re a whole lot of things.

  But for now, you’re doing your best to breathe while Ramuda is doing his best to talk you down from the same bridge to hell that you’ve found him traversing on as often as you do. You’re still a lot of things right now. He’s still a lot of things too. But for now, you'll hold your hands in his. And he’ll hold your hands in yours. You have a long way to go to escape all of your pain. A long, long, long way. But if heaven is a place on earth for the two of you to witness?  Well…

  “Just breathe.”

  …you hope he sings you a song as the two of you drag each other along. 

  You hope more than anything.