#give me the like… process of the boys figuring out what they were gonna wear ‘this is the second performance with her we need to look out

[mouse-fantoms]

The inside of the garage is decorated during EOG meaning there was decorating content that was not seen

#like I just… I wanna know the process #GIVE ME THE MONTAGE OF THE BOYS AND JULIE DECORATING 😩🤌 #give me the like… process of the boys figuring out what they were gonna wear ‘this is the second performance with her we need to look out #best for our girl her classmates are coming’ #Luke just being torn with what color beanie he should chose #i need to reactions to Julie’s outfit for the performance #WE WERE SKIMMED OUT ON THE REACTIONS TO HER FINALLY FREE FIT BC I FEEL LIKE THAT COULD HAVE BEEN PRIME CONTENT THEM REACTING TO HER 90’S FIT #…I am just saying #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #edge of great

[phoenixblaze1412]

Might seem crazy for what im bout to say…

HAI IM SORRY BUT IM NOT REQUESTING THE ORDER OF BAIZHU FLUFF THIS TIME😔🩷

But im gonna order for the regrator boys and girlies! So can we please get a pantalone x gn!reader fluffy? *cough* their first date *cough*

-🎀

No need to apologize love^^ let's go from Baizhu to Pantalone because man needs affection too.

First Date

Dating Pantalone has its ups and downs but you two were able to make things work.

With him being part of the fatui and bring the ninth harbinger, work always calls for him that it's rare for him to be at home to spend time with you, maybe even once in a blue moon.

Meanwhile you would be working at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and helping out your director and friend Hu Tao that you would always be home way past midnight.

But despite rarely being able to see each other, you two would communicate to each other through letters.

And maybe a pyro fatui guard or two that would be watching you from afar to make sure you don't get hurt. They were given strict orders by the Regrator himself or else they would be the next test subjects for Il Dottore's experiments if you were to be harmed.

So to receive an invitation from your lover that you were to have dinner at Liuli Pavilion, who were you to say no.

It's literally your first date with him.

If you're lucky enough, it would also be your first kiss with him if the chance is given.

Such a shame that the only contact you two shared was simple hand holding. Hu Tao even commented at how bland your partner was for not being able to at least give you a kiss. If only she knew that she was insulting a harbinger, but you wouldn't tell her that.

You had to ask her to give you a day off just to be able to prepare for it. And Hu Tao, being the supportive friend she is, immediately pushed you out of the parlor while rambling on about to use protection if your partner decides to give you more than dinner for the night.

Once you made it back to your home, you were surprised to see a gift placed upon your bed. Opening it and looking inside, you could only stare in awe at the expensive outfit laid before you. You were guessing the outfit was custome made, there were even jewels decorating it as it glimmered under the light.

"I hope this gift finds you, my love. I expect that you wear it to our dinner tonight. I shall see you then."

You were thankful for the outfit, noticing how it matches the usual colors you would wear with a mix of purple. You were a bit curious on how Pantalone knew your sizes but decided not to question it, assuming it was simply a lucky guess.

Entering Liuli Pavilion was simple. Finding where your lover resides, is a bit difficult. Before you could even take another step, you were greeted by a familiar voice.

"It brings me great joy to see you wearing the gift I sent, darling. How I have missed you so."

Pantalone stood there before you, taking your hand in his before placing a small kiss to your knuckles.

Oh if he knew how the most simplest action he does can easily make you melt.

Leading you to your dinner table with the food already prepared. The two of you dined in, talking about how the other has been doing.

Now, we know how no one has ever seen the Regrator's eyes before. But for you, you are an exception.

As you rambled on about the things that happened while he was gone (even though he always knows what happens to you every day considering his fatui agents would report to him daily, he simply pretends to not know. He does like listening to your voice after all), his eyes glanced at your form. Purple irises tracing and remembering each curve of your body due to how the outfit he had made hugged your figure nicely.

You stopped talking midway when you felt gloved fingers grasp your chin and turn you to the side before feeling a pair of lips pressing against yours.

You were glad your body immediately responded by kissing back. Meanwhile your brain is still processing the current situation.

Pantalone is kissing you. YOU.

ANWIEJDOQJSKJQOJSOJSKJWOXJ

(Y/n).exe has stopped working...

Pulling away from the kiss, you could only sat in a daze with your cheeks flushed red.

You are definitely going to tell Hu Tao about this.

Pantalone was simply enjoying your reaction. He too was waiting for the chance to be able to kiss you. He always wondered how your lips would taste like. After knowing it now, it made him crave for more.

Once you both finished dinner, Pantalone led you to the various shops and markets you two would pass by, offering you sweet delicacies and buying you expensive jewelry. Simply pampering you with gifts that he knows would look wonderful on you.

He doesn't ignore the fact that there are various people, men and women alike, who would eye you as if you were their prey. Nonetheless, he would have his arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you close to him. Showing the world that you already belong to someone else, him specifically. Pantalone wouldn't even hesitate to use his power and connections to take care of those that would try to lay their hands on you or even dare to take you away from him.

Pantalone would make sure that you get home safe once the date has ended, he would walk you back to your home.

He already has a promise ring in hand as he slipped it onto your finger, telling you that he would be visiting you more frequently from now on to be able to spend time with you.

You think he would just leave after getting you home and placing a ring on your finger?

He would pull you towards him before kissing your lips again, making sure this one lasts more longer than the one he did earlier until you're breathless before pulling away with a smile.

"I look forward to seeing you soon, dearest. Do expect that I'll be wanting your attention whenever I visit. I do deserve it after working so hard, no?"

Overall experience of the date? ∞/10

You are definitely giggling like a school girl while telling everything that happened to Hu Tao the next day. Her also giggling and squealing along with you. Zhongli could only shake his head in amusement as he drank his tea.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #pantalone x reader #regrator #pantalone #harbingers #reader is from liyue #Hu Tao is supportive #We love a supportive bestie to gossip with #gender neutral reader

[eijiroukiriot]

why do you see bkg as trans?

i've had this ask sitting in my drafts since like august BECAUSE i knew if i did the question justice it was gonna get VERY long and pretty personal - if i'm gonna talk about it then i gotta talk about it in all earnest. and you've given me the floor to talk about it. so!!

at first i had these typed out as two separate points but i think they go a lot more hand-in-hand than that, so to start - when i think about my own gender and why i can't bring myself to identify fully with womanhood a lot of it is because there's something that feels so free about masculinity. mostly just like because of womanhood on a societal level a lot of my experience as a girl forever has been "you need to think about how your existence makes other people feel. you really need to present yourself in a way that's pleasant for other people. the way you look, the way you talk, the way you conduct yourself - people are entitled to having a say in all that. and if any of that isn't living up to the way it's supposed to be, then that's a fault of yours." here's a vent post i made when i was 17:

which is mostly really superficial examples of the suffocating expectation of girlhood but it's also so blatantly about bkg. in the moment my thought process was more like "i'm so deeply unsatisfied with so many parts of being a girl, it sounds like there'd be so many less people to answer to if i were a boy" but it's funny reading back on it bc it's like "dude are you just talking about bkg". but then who's a better example of choosing to stomp through life exactly as loud and rude as he wants to be without answering to anyone than bakugou katsuki!! honest about his thoughts in any case!! free to speak as bluntly and rudely as he wants!! never putting up with shit that makes him feel unlike himself!! walks with big wide steps and wears stupid baggy clothes and doesn't care what people have to say about it and doesn't feel worse if they do disagree. grins crazy blasting himself through the air. fights with big windup swings and shouts all the while. huge huge presence and so unafraid to assert it. named himself great・explosion・murder・god dynamight. i think i project a big sense of defiance onto bkg's character because everything he is just feels so defiant to me. there's just a lot that i admire about boyhood and bkg feels like the embodiment of it to me

and then you've got bkg himself, who like- isn't even fulfilling the "doesn't feel worse about himself if he is genuinely not the greatest or kindest" part of it!! bkg's character is so centered around figuring out who he is and like navigating through the mortifying ordeal of existing and not actually liking the person you are and trying to figure out where to go from there- he really thinks he has so much to prove...both in the sense that he DOES want to project this big image and also that he really can't cut himself a break. and then he freaks out when he's not becoming the person he wants to be and picks a fight with deku over it and totally breaks down and picks himself back up and forces himself to seriously rewire the entire view of himself and others that he's had his entire life - he's 16 - and goes to all this teeth-clenching effort to be a better person and has highs and lows and wears himself raw and then comes back to life. well the quality of the later part of his arc is very debatable. but his character is so about just figuring out who he is and kind of failing at it a lot of the time. and then eventually figuring it out and getting confident and stable in it. he makes friends who rib on him because they know he's got a good heart under it all, and moreover he lets them. he gets good at shouting something back and carrying on. you see the amount of conscious thinking it takes him to take some of those steps - rethinking his relationship with deku, the god am i really fucking doing this scoff before he gives kirishima back the money - but a lot of it is just steady growth. growing up. genuinely getting more comfortable and more okay with himself over time. but there's also all these little failures along the way because he's just a kid figuring it out, and also genuinely this anger towards the world for not understanding it when he does assert himself (sports festival....where deku also specifically notes that he knows he's not as confident as he wants to be!)

i haven't really closely reread bnha in a sec so a lot of this is probably a lot of projecting (i know it's undeniably influenced by the picture of bkg i have in my head) and i probably also didn't really clarify anything, because in the end everything bakugou is feels very trans to me. "the image you have of bkg katsuki in your head can actually be so personal" etc. digging into my archives i found this post from years back where i described basically the same stuff about bkg being a teen figuring himself out and saying "so yeah he's trans" without being able to hit it more on the head. kirishima is my favorite most special boy of all time, and i love him in so many ways, but bkg is my cringefail stinky teen boy in w the unshatterable determination to actually go MAKE himself the person he wants to be, no matter how many missteps he makes on the way there. it brings me a lot of comfort to imagine him being a self-made man as a part of the because gender is so confusing and questioning can be so intense. i'm 23 and i'm typing all this about an anime boy so i hope it's evident what a soul-bearingly honest answer this is bc otherwise oh haha embarrassing. but yeah i love that kid. i hope every little victory and day where his voice sounds good to him and glance of his top scars in the mirror feels like one of the high points on the journey

#bc i'm teaching in japan now right? trying every day to be a version of myself that i enjoy and that can bring good to the world etc #and i never...almost NEVER talk about my hero academia. with anyone #like a year ago in a jet dnd group i was telling a friend abt how i don't talk about bnha in class #and i said something about how like putting kirishima in a slideshow of mine would be like 'bearing a deep dark part of my soul' #and she was like. what? how? it's my hero academia #i agree. i also think i should be more like 'my hero academia is a show i like. i like bkg bc he's cool' #it really is just very important to me after all this time #anyway this is a lottttt a lot of personal rambling for a blog that i don't take as good care of as i should #but i couldn't give half an answer #ty for giving me a chance to talk about this and if you are seeing this i hope you're having a nice fall!!! #to anyone reading this i hope you're having a nice fall #asks

[wait-still-rendering]

here is an unfinished soriku fairy tale au i may never finish so im posting it here. and it’s not every realistic, but whatever. goodnight everyone

The rigid reign of Xemnas did not bring prosperity to the land. Riku, his bastard son, knew this. Riku also knew if he stayed within the confines of the castle any longer he’d continue living a miserable existence consisting of harebrained nobles and their furtive glances. Lastly, Riku knew there was no way out of the watchful gaze of his father, bastard son or not.

Riku sat under the veranda admiring the gardens as gray, thunderous clouds began closing in. The rain that came soon after was every bit as stormy as Riku thought it would be, but he didn’t race indoors to the safety of the castle walls. He stayed put.

He learned at an early age that crying brought nothing but trouble and he wouldn’t dare give Xemnas the satisfaction of seeing him at his weakest. The best he could do was simmer in the gardens.

“What’re you doing out here in a storm?” Riku stiffened and turned to see a boy around his age—maybe younger—with spiky brown hair and ocean blue eyes staring at him.

“What are you doing here?” Riku arched an eyebrow.

“I asked you first.” The mystery boy leaned forward, smiling.

Riku examined the boy’s clothes. They weren’t elaborate by any means, but he also did not don the clothes of a servant. He mentally checked off visiting noblemen. A nobleman would not hold himself the way the boy did. He wondered, briefly, if this was another one of Xemnas’ spies. If he was, he was bold.

“I like rainy weather,” Riku answered cryptically, his face hidden by a wall of stoicism.

The boy with the strange clothes let out a laugh. “I’m Sora.” Sora held out his hand for what seemed to be a long stretch of time but in reality was only a few moments. He dropped his hand.

“Riku.” A loud clap of thunder followed after.

“Okay, Riku. Tell me, are you unhappy here? In this situation, I mean.”

Riku narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Because I’m here to help.” Silence. “I’m an assistant to the Fairy Godmother. Actually, I’m only one of her assistants. I help her with cases she can’t get to,” Sora explained. “Like yours.”

“So I’m a pile of leftovers.” It came out more of a statement than a question. 

“Of course not! She just has a lot of people to help, but forget about that. I’m here and we’re gonna find your one true love.” Sora pounded his chest with his fist once and gave Riku a toothy smile.

“What?” Riku sputtered out in alarm. His question was left unanswered.

Sora pulled out a long stick with ornate designs etched into it and waved it around. A hint of a smile formed on Riku’s face before he caught himself. Swirls of silvery-blue magic circled around the two of them and seconds later they found themselves in a quaint house with a large amount of discarded books sitting in the middle of the room.

“Lost again, Sora?” A man wearing the garments of a wizard looked up from his book.

“Oh, uh, sorry, Merlin,” Sora apologized. “Still getting the hang of teleportation magic.”

"I see." He gave a little wave to Riku. "Best be on your way, boys." Before Riku could get in a single word, Merlin waved his wand and poof, they were gone.

Fairy Godmother's cottage was homey and much neater than Merlin's house. She smiled, a twinkle in her eyes and ushered Sora and Riku inside.

"Got lost, dearie?" she asked as she bustled around the kitchen. 

"Yeah." Sora sighed. 

The rain followed them, it seemed. 

"Oh, you'll get the hang of it one day, Sora. Hello, Riku. I'm Fairy Godmother."

"Hello." Riku bowed. His eyes glazed over, still processing everything that had just happened. 

"Kairi! Ventus!" Fairy Godmother called. Two figures rushed down the stairs, stumbling. When Riku looked over all he saw was an assortment of limbs. "Did you push Ventus again, Kairi?"

"...No." A girl with red hair untangled herself from the boy who Riku could only assume was Ventus. She rubbed her head.

"Kairi," Fairy Godmother admonished.

"Well, he brought me down with him this time." Her shoulders sagged as she turned to glower at Ventus.

"If we go down, then we go down together,” Ventus said, jumping up and dusting off his clothes.

"Shut up, Ven." She got up herself, ignoring Ventus’ hand.

"Kairi!" Fairy Godmother placed her hands on her hips.

"...Sorry."

“Would you two like to say hello to our guest?” Fairy Godmother went back to whatever concoction she was making. 

“Hi, I’m Ventus, but you can call me Ven.” He reached out his hand, but Riku didn’t take it. “Man, what is up with everyone today? Something must be in the air.”

Kairi waved. “And I’m Kairi. Do you have a name?” 

“Yeah,” was Riku’s noncommittal reply.

“So, what is it?” she asked before Sora could jump in.

“Riku.” He turned to Sora, noting how he hadn’t said a word since his exchange with Fairy Godmother. Strange. 

Suddenly, it all sank in. He wasn’t within castle grounds and Xemnas was nowhere to be seen. The colors were suddenly too bright against the darkened skies peaking through the windows, but Riku steadied himself. Emotion was weakness and Riku wasn’t weak. Instead he focused on the smell of spices and not the fact that he had practically been kidnapped. Surely Xemnas would send out a search party and they would find Riku quickly enough. It didn’t bring him any comfort.

“You okay, Riku?” Sora’s eyes were filled to the brim with concern and if Riku was a different person, he’d say yes and explain that whatever was happening right now was too much to handle, but he said none of that.

“I’m fine.” Sora didn’t look convinced, but didn’t push further.

Later, after dinner and the lively antics of Ventus and Kairi, Riku found himself in the guest bedroom as Sora babbled on and on about fairies and other magical beings.

“Fairy Godmother is at the helm of happily ever afters, but there’s also the three fairy sisters, Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. Merlin isn’t exactly a Fairy Godfather, but he is a wizard. You remember him, right? Pointy hat and beard?”

“Yeah, we were in his house an hour ago,” Riku said flatly. 

“Heheh, right.” Sora scratched the back of his head. “I, uh, I’m sorry.”

“For what? Kidnapping me?” Riku leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he surveyed the room. Again, it was quaint, with baby blue paint, a bed, a closet, a dresser and some drawers. The room was passable, he supposed.

“Is that a smile I spy?” Sora clasped a hand onto Riku’s shoulder. “I guess you’re not completely heartless.” A pause. “And, uh, yeah. I probably should’ve asked you if you wanted this or not before whisking you away. Sorry about that.”

The small smile fell from Riku’s face at Sora’s mention of it, but he didn’t remove Sora’s hand from his shoulder. Something warm nestled its way into Riku’s stomach. 

“I don’t smile.”

“Pffftt. Okay, Riku.”

Later that night, Riku found himself gazing out the window toward the stormy night.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanffic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #soriku #soriku fanfic #soriku fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #kh sora #kh riku #fairy tale au #i have the notes on how i wanted to end this too #like i wanted it to be like 10k

[pyritewitch]

TGAA Role Swap AU DRABBLES 3

Part 1. Part 2

Ryunosuke Bits Part 1

So the original plan was to go thru wat would change in the series from chronological order, case by case, but well 1: I got bored and 2: I realized, especially in the 1st game, I don't have any real plans to change any major story beats in the 1st game. Like maybe in case 1-5, it's Kazume that ends up dragging the Skullkin Bros to jail and got shot in the process, but besides that, not much. Hopefully, that changes in the future, but for now, I'm gonna switch gear and talk about how our boy Ryuunosuke suffers in the meantime.

Realized real fucking quick that I wrote I lot more than I thought I did so... the Ryuunosuke bits will probably also be in multiple parts. Fuck me, let's see how long my hyper fixation will last this time!

So our boy wakes up in a coffin.

No name, no memories, just a pounding headache and a sense of dread as he tries to figure out why he's being buried alive. He pretty easily gets out of the coffin and realizes he's on a docked ship in Shanghai. Few memories start pouring in, he remembers being pushed, and hearing hushed, angry and scared voices talking over his body in Russian. He also remembers that he promised someone he would go Britian. After sneaking around the ship, Ryuu realizes that most of the crew on the ship is russian and fears that they may drag him back into the coffin, so he makes the decision to jump ship and see if he can survive in Shanghai and find a way to get to England.

During his time in Shanghai, he mainly takes on odd jobs, either manual labor or doing clerical work for cheap, just trying to get enough money to survive in England and stowaway in a ship traveling there. He gets caught and probably brought before Stronghart after Souseki's 2nd case, but before case 1-5, I'm too lazy right now to check the timeline. Stronghart sees the Yumei University Pin and puts 2 and 2 together and realizes he's probably the stowaway who "died."

Seeing an opportunity, Stronghart makes a proposal. It just so happens that he is in need of a legal secretary. In exchange for doing some legal grunt work (ie typing legal reports and filing paperwork) he'll provide Ryuunosuke with food, shelter, and payment (and also you know not get him deported or worse). Not really having any other option, Naruhodo agrees and does his best to fulfill his end of the bargain.

And he does so, as in a little less than a month, he exceeds Mael's expectations. He's able to pick up and learn Britain's legal system quickly, and his reports on past cases are impeccable. Stronghart then decides that instead of working for him personally, he will instead have Naruhodo work in Scotland Yard as The Reaper's legal assistant. Like Kazuma in the original timeline, Stronghart also forces him to wear a mask and hide his voice. The reason he gives Naruhodo, for the secrecy, is that not only is Van Zieks... adverse to his kind, but that he took on a lot of risk hiding a foreigner w/o any papers, and if someone were to find out, there would be grave consequences.

Again, with little choice, Naruhodo agrees with the terms. At first, everyone at Scotland Yard is a bit put off by the masked mute man, but the results he produces are undeniable. He adjusts quickly to crime scene investigation and has a knack for picking up what the other bobbies missed. He also shows off his skills in reading people during interrogations. Mind you, he's not the one doing the talking but gets around his limitations by writing down his thoughts and theories and having someone else read/ act-on them.

This has gotten him some praise from the higher-ups, even from the likes of Gregson and Van Zieks, but his rapid rise in the ranks has also earned him a lot of ire from others. Rumors concerning the reason he hides his face range from being Lord Stronghart's illegitimate son to a known crime lord that as a plea deal has to work for law enforcement and help capture other criminals. The mystery surrounding Naruhodo's identity reaches fever pitch when one day he is all but assaulted by a gang of the more disgruntled bobbies demanding he reveals his face. Van Zieks is able to interfere and stop them from revealing his face, but news of the incident makes it to Stronghart.

Almost immediately, a notice is put out, and those involved with the assault and their supervisors (whether they were involved in the incident or not) are immediately fired. This would have left The Yard severely understaffed, but "thankfully" Stronghart also quickly filled in the supervisor positions with some...friends of his. The whole fiasco left most of the workers feeling tense. The fact that such a punishment was handed out immediately and even affected people who had nothing to do with the incident made everyone realize that Naruhodo's place in Scotland Yard was a special one. Not wanting to risk getting caught in the crosshairs, most simply chose not to interact with Naruhodo unless absolutely necessary; some going so far as to ignore him entirely.

No memories, in a foreign land, and no company, this event leaves Ryuunosuke more isolated than ever. The only friendly relations he has right now are with Stronghart, Gregson, and Van Zieks. Even then, 2 of those relationships come with caveats. Gregson is friendly enough but won't really stick out his neck for him. He's developed a great banter/ friendly relationship with Van Zieks but is under no illusion that if Van Zieks were to find out about his origin, his attitude would immediately change for the worst. The only person Naruhodo feels like he can talk to face to face like a regular person is Lord Stronghart.

This lonely existence continues for Ryuunosuke until about a month or so after case 1-5. An article about said case, with details of those involved, makes its way into his hand. As soon as he sees a photo of Kazuma (with his gloves ❤️) all his memories comes flooding back. His name, his relationship with Kazuma, and why he came to Britain in the first place. Naruhodos 1st thought is too ofcourse contact and meet up with Kazuma. So he goes to Stronghart to tell him that that is just he is about to do.

Except Mael Stronghart immediately disagrees. His reasoning is that Ryuunosuke can't afford to be distracted now. Stronghart claims that he has been interacting with a lot of London nobles, with powerful connections, and has been doing so for Naruhodo's sake. He got his name out there and raised his reputation. After all that he's done for him, he's heartbroken that at this crucial time, Naruhodo would even consider abandoning him. Ryuunosuke, feeling extremely indebted to Stronghart, concedes and agrees to delay his reunion with Kazuma for the time being.

At this point, Stronghart inquiries about his relationship with Kazuma and seeing no reason to hide that information (and still feeling guilty) tells Stronghart everything. From the fact that they had really only been friends for a little over a year to telling him about how Kazuma even risked his overseas program to defend him in court (ie case 1-1). Learning about this Stronghart makes a not so subtle suggestion that Kazuma may have had a more nefarious motive for defending him. Irked at the implication, but not really in a position to argue, Naruhodo simply keeps quiet and makes plans to try to convince Stronghart that whatever suspicions he has towards Kazuma is probably just a misunderstanding.

To be continued...

#the great ace attorney #ace attorney #role swap au #and yes I am putting way too much effort i. outline for a fanfiction I will probably never start let alone finish... shut up! #tgaa swap au #tgaa spoilers #tgaa #tgaa2

[marvelmaniac715]

I’m currently on Season Two Episode Six of The Good Place, and I decided to create a The Good Place Chucky au with Chucky in Eleanor Shellstrop’s place. This will probably still make sense if you haven’t watched the show, but I’d recommend it because not only is it hilarious, but it will give this more context. You can find it on Netflix :). When does Chucky die in this au, you ask? His very first death, back in 1988. Enjoy :).

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Pain. An endless, dark void as deep as the ocean. A sudden gasp, and then… Charles Lee Ray was sitting in a waiting room, staring at a sign that said ‘Welcome! Everything is fine’. That was… certainly odd, but what was more confusing was how he’d ended up in this waiting room. Did a well-meaning passer-by find his unconscious body and bring him to some weird hospital? If so, boy, was that a mistake on that passer-by’s part. If anyone knew who or what Chucky was, he never would have been saved.

As he contemplated the possibilities that could have brought him to this bizarre location, a door opened, revealing a… human man with silver hair wearing a suit and glasses? Out of everything that could have greeted Chucky on the other side of that door, an average looking guy was not high up on his list of possibilities. The man smiled at him and said:

“Charles? Come on in.”

How the hell did this guy know his name?

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“You, Charles Lee Ray, are dead.”

Chucky shrugged, just kind of going with it (whatever this was) at this point.

“Okay, cool. How did I go?”

The man’s smile faded slightly as he awkwardly averted his gaze and replied:

“You see, in the event of embarrassing or painful deaths we like to erase the memories to make the crossing over process slightly easier.”

Chucky frowned, picking up on the ‘we’ pronoun.

“Who is ‘we’? Where am I exactly?”

This question seemed to bring the man Chucky was speaking to back into focus, as he smiled again and responded.

“In the afterlife, there’s a Good Place and a Bad Place. You’re in the Good Place. My name is Michael, I’m a Good Place architect.”

Chucky (still frowning because this was all so weird) nodded, beginning to understand where he was. But the question still remained - why? He wasn’t unaware of his actions, he knew he was a dick if not anything else. He didn’t deserve to be in this ‘Good Place’, but he had to figure out if this was a case of mistaken identity so he could (hopefully) pretend to be who this guy Michael thought he was and avoid going to hell (or - the Bad Place to be more precise).

With the goal of gathering more information in mind, Chucky crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and asked again:

“So, how did I die?”

Michael didn’t seem like he wanted to discuss it, but Chucky shot him a more toned down version of his fiercest glare, and that seemed to convince the man (angel? It wasn’t quite clear) to spill the beans.

“You were walking through an alley near a toy store, and you… got gunned down. I’m sure you can understand why we decided to erase that particular memory.”

That seemed like a very him way to die. It was probably a heist gone wrong. Man, he hoped Eddie got away okay, the poor guy was so loyal, he probably stayed by Chucky’s side till the end. Hopefully he was able to get away and tell Tiffany what happened. 

Chucky now felt at ease with the knowledge that he probably did deserve to be in this place, because that death was certainly fitting. What he did to end up here was certainly a mystery, so he wanted to find that out.

“Hey Mikey- can I call you Mikey? Too bad, I’m gonna call you Mikey- why do I deserve to be here, huh? What did I do that was so great?”

Michael flashed Chucky a blinding smile as he explained:

“You’re actually my hero, Charles.”

“Call me Chucky.”

“…Okay, Chucky. You’re my hero because your humanitarian efforts around the globe were simply unparalleled. I mean, your anti-violence campaign in the impoverished neighbourhoods of New York? Brought tears to my eyes. You earned over a million points through that campaign alone.”

Okay, so there was clearly a case of mistaken identity here. Right death, wrong life. Whoever this other poor bastard was, if they’d swapped places with Chucky, they were gonna be on a fun trip to the Bad Place when they kicked the bucket. Chucky almost felt bad about it, but… he really didn’t care.

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After receiving the full brief from Michael about afterlife life, Chucky was taken for a tour around an idyllic neighbourhood that contained way too many frozen yogurt stores for his liking. He had to sit through a boring opening event that mentioned something about soulmates and points (that explained Michael’s reference to ‘points’ earlier when he justified why Chucky deserved to be there). 

After the tour and the opening speech, Chucky was led to his house. Any sympathy he might have had for Humanitarian Charles immediately faded when he saw where he was expected to live. It was tiny, there were no stairs and the lights were blindingly bright. To make matters worse; there were hundreds of paintings of those new Good Guy dolls covering the walls, and for some reason that made Chucky feel quite uneasy…

As he processed everything going on, Michael explained to him that he was about to meet his soulmate.

“For many people, a soulmate is a person with whom they share a romantic connection. But for you, the system has paired you with a platonic soulmate, a best friend, if you will.”

So he couldn’t actually find love even in paradise, great. As the crushing realisation that he would never be loved by anyone romantically in a truly impactful way washed over him, Chucky fixed his gaze on the front door and felt his heart stop when a man nervously shuffled into view as Michael said:

“Meet your soulmate: Daniel Pierce.”

Sarah’s husband. Oh god, his cover would be blown immediately. But of course; Chucky never truly had control over his tongue, and the first words out of his mouth when he locked eyes with his soulmate were:

“What the fork? Wait, why can’t I say fork?”

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Selfshiptember Day 5: Wearing Each Others Clothes

The drive away from Haywood ranch was incredibly silent. After getting in the Fry’s Tech Team van and getting a couple miles away, presumably away from the alien’s presence, the radio was immediately turned off by OJ. The silence itself was a little awkward at first especially when everyone was cramped next to one another, but it got comfortable after a few minutes. Em had the window seat as me and Angel were squished in the middle. Processing the terror we just witnessed was enough to help me not focus on how close we both were. Well not entirely, has he always had toned arms?? Focus, Mia, focus.

Figuring out we had nowhere to go that was rather close, Angel threw out the idea we could all stay with him for the time being which was quickly accepted. It took a while to get to his place which was a small apartment nearby Fry’s. He opened the door and we were greeted by how relatively organized it was. His computers and gaming stuff was in its own designated side of the room, so was what could’ve been a living room area with his couch and tv. Shelves with action figures and posters decorated the wall next to his bed which also was right next to his door.

How is he not scared of getting robbed..or murdered.. or both..

“So. You guys can pretty much chill wherever you want or freshen up if you’d like.. I’ve got extra clothes..” He offered as Em practically beamed at the idea of freshening up.

“I’ll take you up on that.” She added. Angel looked to me waiting for a response as I looked like a deer in headlights.

“Oh you can go after Em! I think I just need to sit down for a bit..” I said since I assumed he was gonna say ‘ladies first’ if I said yes. Angel nodded before showing everyone where his closet was, letting everyone have free range to whatever looked comfortable to wear. Em grabbed what she wanted and went to freshen up as the boys were on the couch sitting in silence still. Angel attempting to make small talk with OJ but he was too much in thought to give verbal answers. Resorting to nodding or shaking his head no. By the time Em got out, it was Angel’s turn.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go before me?” He asked just in case and I gave him a tiny smile.

“Go ahead, I’m okay.” I answered even though that wasn’t a complete truth. Being drenched by rain after getting gusted by dusty wind wasn’t exactly great especially for someone uncomfortable with getting dirty. He went off to the bathroom after as Em was investigating his things. “Whatcha doing?”

“Going through his stuff. Could be some ‘interesting’ things to find.” I think she was trying to insinuate something but I was too tired to form a coherent thought. “Holy shit!” She found a VR headset on his computer desk and she quickly put it on after turning on the monitors and going on the right gaming application to use it. I chuckled finding it amusing how she can quickly be invested by what catches her eye as I looked over to check on OJ. He was still in thought, presumably over what happened. I couldn’t blame him though since we both were in near death situations at Jupe’s Claim. After a few minutes, Angel came out of the bathroom. I tried not to focus on how cute he looked with his hair slightly damp. I got up since it was my turn to get ready as I looked in his closet to see what grabbed my interest. There was a few work uniform shirts and a lot of band t shirts; mainly from rock and metal bands. I grabbed what appeared to be a Beastie Boys shirt and some pajama shorts before heading to the bathroom. Before closing the door I glanced over to see Angel joined in with Em playing on his VR headset since he had a second one. I closed the door trying not to get sucked into cherishing the one calm moment after what happened. I hopped in the shower and made sure to be quick since I didn’t want to waste the water but curiosity got the best of me as I looked around to see if he had any body wash. To my surprise he had all his shower stuff neat in the corner and it was all pretty name brand. A part of me joked he was the kind of guy to use 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash but I was a little surprised that wasn’t what he used. I took a minute to ponder before deciding to use a bit of the body wash which I hope he didn’t mind. I was soon out of the shower after all the soap was gone and I put the newfound clothes on. I blushed noting how the shirt was baggy on me and went down to my knees almost and the shorts were having a hard time fitting. I tapped my chin before looking over at my messed up pants and removing the string tie from it; wrapping it around and using it to make the shorts fit.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw they were both still playing whatever game they were playing. I went over to OJ and gave him the go that he could go next which he nodded. I took the couch after he left and relaxed for a while trying not to think about the horrors I just witnessed. But, the sound of Em and Angel approaching snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up and saw how Angel looked rather fixated on my look.

“Oh- thanks again for the clothes… I haven’t worn baggy shirts since high school I was always so scared about tight fitting clothes heh..” I thanked him with some accidental over sharing.

“You don’t have to thank me it’s all good..” Something caught his focus although I wasn’t sure what it was. It might’ve been the loose fitting clothes or the fact that I smelled like him due to the body wash. I can tell Em was looking on in glee before OJ came out. “So.. who wants to get something to eat..”

[1 month later]

“You’re telling me you seriously don’t have any of my clothes here?” Angel asked as he was currently sitting on my bed shirtless.

“What’s wrong with going out like that? Pretty much everybody in LA is either shirtless or near nude.” I joked around getting my hair up in pigtails.

“Baby. I can’t go to your parents house like this.”

“I know I was just messing around.” I went over to him and ran my hand through his hair. He instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. “I think I have something but I don’t know if it’s too girly.” I recalled having a long sleeve that I intentionally ordered in a few sizes up than the clothing size I wear.

“You put heart hair clips in my hair several times I don’t think anything would be too girly for me.” He teased as I giggled a bit. I gave him a soft kiss on his head before going over to my closet to see. I looked for a minute before finding the shirt in particular. It was a yellow long sleeve and on the back it had pompompurin dressed up as a bee. Fitting since Angel himself has puppy dog energy. I turned around proudly presenting it to him as a chuckle escaped his lips. “Hey that’s nice. I didn’t think yellow was a color you liked?”

“Yeah that’s why I hardly wear it. It’s usually something I wear to sleep around this time that’s why it’s like two times my size.” I joked around but it was true. He took it and observed the back.

“Ha it’s the pom pom guy.” He said with a bit of confidence over the fact he might’ve been right.

“You’re close but I’ll save you from me girl-splaining mascot names to you.” I told him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He put it on and it surprisingly fit perfectly in him minus the sweater paws it gave him due to the long sleeves. “So what do you think?”

“I hope you’re not planning on wanting this back this is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever worn.” He said somewhat jokingly as I giggled and immediately wrapped my arms around him.

“It’s okay I never gave you your beastie boys shirt back either, so I guess it’s a fair trade.” I admitted even though I’m sure he knew. He returned the favor and wrapped his arms around me as he held me closer. He rested his chin on my head and chuckled

“It’s alright. Looks better on you anyways.” He said softly. “Like- man. I remember the first time I saw you in it.. honestly didn’t want you to ever take it off.” My eyes lit up at that. I just held onto him tighter.

“Well I’ll take a mental note to change into that when we come back.” I looked up at him and winked. His already wide smile grew as I let go of him and taking hold of his hand; leading him out the door to head to our destination.

DAY FIVE COMPLETE!!!!! I hope you’re not over me writing Angel stuff cuz guess what I changed tomorrows to be Angel focused again am I obnoxious about him? Yes. Will I stop? No.

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The Deep Dark Blue Epilogue

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Summery:  Lieutenant Hank Anderson had been a naval officer for years. It was his life, his passion, everything he cared about now. And yet, all it took was one look from the tiny Mer child to make him willing to risk it all. 

Epilogue

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Chapter Summery: Finding a new normal.

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"You know," Jeffery mused to Hank. "When I let you keep Connor, I didn't think you were gonna start collecting them."

Hank leaned on the ship's railing, a smirk turning the corners of his mouth. “Can’t expect me to break up the set,” he quipped. “Besides, it’s your own damn fault. You didn’t even try to fight me on this one.”

“As if you would’ve listened,” he grumbled. “I swear, you pick up stray kids like they’re orphaned ducklings.”

He did sort of have a point, Hank would give him that. Sort of. “To be fair, I really don’t think Nines counts.”

“How the hell do you figure that?” The almost insulted tone of the Captain’s voice made him laugh.

“Easy,” he responded with a shrug. “Nines isn’t too sure about humans yet. He doesn’t see me as his dad.”

Jeffery just rolled his eyes. “I don’t care, Hank. He’s your kid and he’s still your responsibility.”

“Alright, fine you win,” He pushed himself from the railing. He really should go check on his boys anyway. Connor was out of danger, but his slow recovery was keeping him confined below deck. Nines was diligent about keeping an eye on him. “I already convinced the kid to start wearing pants, what more do you want from me?”

Jeffery’s expression did not give enough credit to what that ordeal had entailed. “I expect you to keep him in line. If I recall, he bit Gavin just yesterday.”

Ha, yeah he did. That was something he wished he’d been filming. “Ok, yeah. But in Nines’s defense, Gavin was asking for it. Literally. He said ‘bite me’.”

“It’s not a joke, Hank,” Jeffery scolded. “Keep him under control, or he has to go."

It was an empty threat, there was no way he would actually make him send Nines away, but he couldn't really blame him for being frustrated. The boys may look nearly identical but that just made their difference in personality that much more striking. Connor continued to be his sweet and polite self. Nines, on the other hand, was borderline feral.

Sure as hell didn't stop him from loving them both.

"Yeah, yeah," Hank agreed dismissively. "Don't worry, I won't let him slip his leash or anything."

As if talking about him had summoned him, Nines chose that moment to poke his head up from below deck. He scanned each passing human warily, like he expected to need to defend himself at any moment.

The crew, thank god, were kind to him. They gave him space, thought he suspected some of them just didn’t want to get bit, and spoke to him pleasantly. A few, like Tina and Chris, went out of their way to make him feel welcome, though he was not entirely receptive to it.

But he was making progress. And damn if Hank wasn’t proud of him.

He knew Nines was looking for him, but didn’t appear to be in a rush, so it couldn’t be an emergency. He had seen the boy when there was something to actively worry about and it was downright panic inducing. So, while he was calm, he would let Nines come to him leisurely.

Still, he could tell the second he caught sight of him. His eyes locked on with a predatory focus that would unnerve him if he didn’t find it oddly endearing.

“Hello, Nines,” Jeffery greeted him as he approached.

Hank could almost see his thought process as he processed the sentiment directed at him, then dismissed it as unimportant. “Connor needs you,” he said simply, ever straight to the point.

For Jeffery’s sake, Hank tried not to find his clear annoyance at being ignored too funny. “Well,” he said to his Captain. “You heard the kid. Gotta go take care of Connor.”

“As if you weren’t already going to do that,” he waved him off dismissively. “Go on, get the hell out of here.”

Hank grinded to himself as he followed Nines below deck. He did have to be grateful to Jeffery, the man really let him get away with a hell of a lot. He took advantage of them being friends more than he probably should. But he also knew from experience that if it were an actual problem, the Captain would talk to him about it.

Nines pushed the cabin door open silently, revealing a slightly disgruntled, but coherent and healing, Connor. He was sitting on his cot, propped up by multiple pillows. The sight of his son alive and on the mend always warmed Hank’s heart.

“Nines,” Connor complained. “I told you not to get dad.”

Heaven forbid anyone expect the force of nature that was Nines to do as he was told. He ignored Connor’s protest and climbed up onto the cot next to his brother and wrapped himself around him like a protective curtain. Connor, ever the cuddler, leaned into the embrace.

“What’s going on, kiddo?” Hank prompted. Nines had to have thought he was needed for something if he had come to retrieve him. “How are you feeling?”

"I'm doing ok, just bored," Connor admitted with an exasperated sigh.

Nines tucked Connor's head under his chin. "Fix it," he demanded.

"Alright, let's get something straight," Hank scolded, grabbing his tablet off of the desk. "You may not listen to orders, but you sure as hell don't get to issue them. You understand?"

He got a low, threatening hiss in response.

“Nines!” Connor said aghast. “Don’t hiss at Dad!”

Hank laughed lightly. Connor sincerely didn't seem to mind how unhinged his brother could be, unless it affected the other crew members. He scooted himself onto the cot to join his boys. It strained judgmentally under the added weight, but he knew it would hold a hell of a lot more.

“Ah, that’s just how you show affection, right Nines?” he teased. He settled himself so his arm reached around the both of them and made a Connor sandwich.

Nines made an annoyed grunt, but didn’t protest to either the statement or the hug.

Connor settled himself happily between the two of them, but winced slightly as he moved, probably pulling on his still healing wounds. Hank did his best not to fuss. He knew there was nothing he could do to ease Connor’s pain, nor did the kid want him to worry, but he wanted nothing more than to make everything better.

“You ok?” he still asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded, finally getting comfortable. “Just sore. I’m ok.”

Nines wrapped his arm around him, drawing himself impossibly closer, apparently sharing Hank’s sentiment of wanting to help in any way possible. Hank pulled the blanket around the three of them effectively turning them into a tightly packed burrito.

“Alright, now the important part,” Hank sighed contently, pulling up the tablet. “What are we all gonna watch?”

The boys debated on it briefly, both of them perking up with the idea of watching a movie and eager to have their choices considered. It was nice, seeing them act like… well, boys. His boys. Yeah, maybe Nines didn’t quite see him as his father, maybe he never would. But he was sure as hell Connor’s brother, and that made the three of them a weird little family.

Hank wouldn’t have it any other way.

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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 16)

⚫️A/N: THIS IS THE INFINITY WAR OF WF AND THE ENDGAME IS SO CLOSE!!! okay sorry i needed to make this reference lol but it is absolutely true! bc of a sudden idea i have decided to end the story this weekend so i sat down and started writing like crazy and here we are! meaning that part 17 which is the last part of the series as you know, will be posted ON SUNDAY!! and now... enjoy the second to last update of WF!

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Harry has turned into a teenager again, jumping with excitement every time he gets a new text, huffing and puffing whenever it’s anyone else than you.

Keeping your word, just two days after meeting him you texted him with a few apartments that you thought would be fitting for him. Honestly, Harry would have let you suggest him to check out a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant if it meant he got to talk to you just a tad bit longer in texts.

It was a surprise for Harry when you offered to join him when he checks out some of the apartments, but he would have never rejected. He would be stupid to give up on time to spend with you, that’s all he wants.

Now it’s been three weeks since the two of you had the chat that was supposed to happen three years ago. Better late than never, right? Harry just finished work for the day and he is rushing back home to get ready to check out another apartment with you in an hour. Barging through the front door he finds Niall in the kitchen, on the phone, with a stack of paper laid out in front of him as he hums and nods along to whatever the other person is saying on the other end. Harry waves his way and just disappears in his room to freshen up and change. Seeing you regularly has definitely gotten him out of a bit of a ditch he let himself falling into, he keeps his beard in check, only lets it grow out to be a stubble, he definitely spends more time figuring out what to wear and he’s been even experimenting to take care of his hair other than washing it every few days. You’ve become such a breath-taking woman in the past years, always dressed nicely and taking good care of yourself, he can’t look like a hobo next to you.

It wouldn’t matter though, it’s not like he is dating you, the tiny, evil voice reminds him from time to time, but he makes sure to forget about that tiny detail.

He is standing in front of the mirror, buttoning up his shirt when Niall appears at his door, curiously eyeing his friend.

“I assume you’re not going on a date with an actual woman who you can actually date,” he comments pursing his lips and Harry’s gaze meets his in the mirror.

“We’re checking out another place. Don’t you want me to get out of here so you can have your home back?”

“First of all, I thought we were having fun rooming together!” he gasps dramatically. “Second, I’m happy you’re friends with her and don’t mope around anymore, but it looks like you want more than just friendship while she has a whole ass boyfriend.”

“Thank you for pointing out the obvious,” Harry rolls his eyes. “But I’m fine with just being friends.”

“And what, are you gonna just… be the flower boy at her wedding? The uncle to her future kids? That’s weird.”

“Yeah, and it’s not gonna happen,” Harry frowns, grabbing his phone from the charger. “But what do you want me to do? It’s all I have.”

“I thought you’d fight for her,” he shrugs, leaning against the doorframe.

“I will not get her into trouble. She is in a relationship, I’m here if she… wants to do… anything with me, but I won’t push her to do anything.”

“Yeah, but some flirting wouldn’t hurt.”

“What happened to becoming a better person?” Harry huffs, swinging his bag to his shoulder.

“It’s a long process,” Niall sighs. “But just so you know, I won’t judge you if you try to shoot your shot. Again.”

Harry stops and looks at his friend, thoughts racing in his head that have been bothering for a while now but he wasn’t sure if he should share it with anyone.

“I just… don’t know if she wants me that way anymore. I might be bolder if she just gave me a crumble, the tiniest hint that she still has some of the feelings she had for me.”

“I see,” Niall nods. “It’s a tough situation. But you look a lot better lately, so I’m happy for that.”

“I feel better,” he admits. “I really missed her.”

“Shocker,” Niall rolls his eyes. “Alright, I have a business dinner tonight, might even go out for a few drinks, don’t wait for me.”

“I never do,” Harry chuckles.

Not even an hour later Harry is in a two bedroom apartment in Greenwich with a reasonable rent and his own washing and drying machine which is considered a miracle. As the owner is talking about the building and utilities, Harry knows he should be paying attention, but he can’t take his eyes off of you.

Wandering around in the spacious and empty living room, you’re wearing a power suit today with a long black coat, your hair up in a loose bun, a red bag hanging from your shoulder as you inspect the room around you. It’s the second place you’re checking out and probably the best place so far, but when Harry realized that finding his new place might be the end of this little apartment hunt he’s been doing with you, he started finding all the things he didn’t like about the homes he has seen.

“What do you think?” Harry asks, taking a look at the fireplace as he joins you in the living room.

“Spacious, nice, big windows and a washer and dryer. That’s very rare,” you smile, walking over to the window to check the view. “Do you like it?”

“It’s… not bad,” he hums, yet to find something against the place.

“You can use the second bedroom as an office and a huge bookcase would look amazing in here for all your books,” you muse, already seeing the room furnished in his style. You’re too busy imagining what it could look like to notice that Harry is only looking at you.

“How do you know I still have my books?” he asks and you huff rolling your eyes.

“Please, you’d rather sell your soul than get rid of your books.”

You’re right. And you’re right because even despite the three years gap, you still know him better than anyone, probably.

The owner joins you and takes Harry to show him the closet spaces, so you’re left alone in the living room when your phone buzzes. It’s Derek, again, he is asking if you want Chinese for dinner, he is probably on his way home.

Any normal girlfriend would be happy to spend their evening with their boyfriend and some takeout. But as you think about the option to go home to Derek and spend more time with Harry, you have no doubt which one you want more.

Y/N: I’m meeting with a friend for dinner. Don’t wait up Xx

Harry and the owner return just as you send the text and shove your phone back into your bag.

“So what do you think?” the lady asks with a bright smile.

“It’s nice,” Harry nods, looking around again.

“Right? Perfect for a young couple like you two, darlings!” she beams.

Harry almost chokes on his own saliva at her words, but it doesn’t faze you, if anything, your chest warms up as you just break a smile.

“No, that’s—“ Harry speaks up, but you cut him off.

“Exactly! It would be so nice as our first home we share, right?” you act along, linking your arm with his while ignoring how the thought of being a couple with Harry again fills you with bliss and joy.

“Uh, y-yeah, I guess,” Harry clears his throat and it’s comical how his ears are turning red.

The lady smiles brightly, telling you about the nearby park and the market that’s such a blessing on Sundays, but Harry is still hung up on how you just went along with the couple thing. His chest aches, imagining a parallel universe where it’s the truth and the two of you are looking for your new home as a couple, but that’s not his reality, because he hurt you in the past and you’re dating someone else.

“So how did you like it?” you ask him, when the two of you are leaving.

“It was good.”

“Are you gonna rent it out?”

“I’ll have to think about it, but it’s a nice candidate,” he nods to himself.

“We still have a few on our list to check out,” you tell him with a soft smile. “Hey, do you want to grab dinner?” you ask, pushing your guilt to the back of your mind about missing out to be with Derek and choosing to spend time with Harry instead. You know it’s alarming, that you’re more interested in being with your ex than your current boyfriend, but it’s been such a confusing time and you’re still figuring it out.

Twenty minutes later you’re sitting in an Italian place sharing a huge pizza with Harry, drinking wine and having a blast. Maybe you’ve already had a few glasses too much of that wine, but you’re just enjoying the buzz and letting loose.

“Alright, so tell me about your ex,” you blurt out as you grab another slice.

“My ex? Why?” Harry chuckles.

“Because I’m nosy. You’ve seen who I’m dating, I wanna know what she was like too.”

You’re being casual, curiosity truly the reason why you brought it up, but it roots deeper than that and you know it. The thought of Harry being with another woman has been circling around in your mind since you found out about it, but you don’t know enough about her.

“I told you, we met at a—“

“A bar, I know, I know!” you roll your eyes. “But what was she like?”

“Um, she is usually very calm and considerate. Definitely more mature than me,” Harry chuckles, playing with the corn on his plate that fell off the pizza. “I was her second serious relationship, the first one lasted for six years, she’s been single for only a few months when we met.”

“And you both went into it looking for something serious?” you ask, desperate to know more.

“I mean… you know I don’t really do casual,” Harry smirks and you chuckle at his words. “It’s what worked for both of us, so I guess yeah.”

“So then what went wrong?”

Harry keeps quiet, he has no idea how to word it, because he can’t just tell you they broke up because Jo wasn’t you and he is still very much in love with you.

“I rushed things when I wasn’t certain about where I wanted to head,” he then speaks up. “I shouldn’t have led her on when I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what I wanted.”

“Who broke up with who?” you ask, making yourself busy with the food, but your stomach is one big knot, thinking about Harry having feelings for another woman.

“It was a mutual decision. Well, she brought it up, but we both felt that something already changed so we both agreed it’s best if we parted ways.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

Harry shrugs. “It’s fine, I wish her the best and obviously, I wasn’t that,” he chuckles bitterly.

“That’s… that’s almost what you told me,” you mutter, feeling overwhelmed.

“What?”

“Before you left you said you hope I’ll find the person that deserves me, because you were obviously not the one.”

Harry opens his mouth, but no word comes out. The way you still remember what he told you that day is like a knife in his chest, he never intended to hurt you this bad, to cause wounds that you still carry with yourself as scars.

Reaching for your wine you finish the glass before pushing out a smile.

“Alright, enough of the soppy shit,” you chuckle. “Want to hear about how Kostas and I almost got arrested the day after our graduation?”

After dinner there’s a silent agreement that neither of you wants to go home just yet. Somehow you end up in Madison Square Park and because the weather has been gradually getting warmer, there are quite a lot of people outside, there’s a street band playing covers everyone knows and several couples are dancing, having a great time. You don’t have to convince Harry to get closer and listen to some of the songs, the lively scene bringing you this special kind of warmth you’ve experienced a few times in the city before. All these different individuals living so close to each other, yet they barely know anything about the people around them, but there are moments when they are brought together for a little bit, their lives move parallel for that short period before they head their own separate ways again.

“God, I love this city,” you sigh, watching the dancing people, the happiness on their face and the vibe that lingers around them slowly pulling you in.

“It’s different.”

“But in a good way, right?” you smile at him.

“Definitely,” he chuckles.

“For the next song we want everyone to let loose, don’t be afraid to join in with singing or dancing!” The singer of the band announces over the microphone before the opening chords to Dancing Queen by ABBA starts playing and it clearly shakes everyone up.

“Oh my God! Come on, let’s dance!” you cheer and grabbing Harry’s hand you pull him closer to the band, into the little dancing crowd.

He doesn’t have the chance to protest, not that he wants to, he would follow you anywhere and as the two of you join the group of strangers, he feels like every bit of pain, hurt and misery vanishes from his body and mind and for just a few short minutes, he feels happy again.

He’s happy, because he sees you with that bright, real smile on your face as you start dancing to the music, your hand grabbing his and you make him move with you, which he gladly does. You sway around with silly dance moves, your arm linking around his neck and he pulls you into his embrace and it feels like he has a piece of the past back.

A piece of you back.

The song fades into another one and you slow down, panting slightly as you look up at him, realizing how close he is to you. You could kiss him so easily, his lips are welcoming and you’re dreading to feel them on your mouth again, the memory of his taste feels way too distant now and it frightens you.

You don’t want to lose him, you don’t want to forget him, he is etched into your heart and soul and you know he will always be the one you loved the most.

He is looking down at you with longing and lust and you’re on the verge of breaking, but there’s a barrier inside your head that keeps you from doing it. You can’t.

You can’t, because you need time to process his return into your life and also because you’re in a relationship with someone else.

“Um, I think we should head home.” You peel your arms off of him and step back, your cheeks feel hot and you’re way too confused to think straight.

Even after parting ways with Harry you take a walk in your apartment’s neighborhood, needing to air your head out or just simply not wanting to go back to your life that doesn’t have Harry in it the way you desire deep down.

When you finally build up the courage to go home it’s way past eleven. Derek is lying on the couch in his pajamas already and the moment you see him you feel an immense amount of guilt washing over you.

You kiss him shortly before locking yourself up in the bathroom and take the hottest shower human kind can bear, hoping the burning water would just melt this heavy feeling away. Nothing makes sense and your feelings for Harry are making you rip your hair out.

You once vowed to never forgive him for the hurt he had caused. But where is that anger now? You were convinced you’d never move on, but that was before you met him again. Now that Harry is back, you see everything in a different light.

When you emerge from your shower straight out of hell, Derek is lying in bed, one arm tucked under his head as he is watching a video on his phone, but when he sees you he locks and puts it aside quickly.

“Hey, how was your day?” he asks as you spread some hand crème over your dried out hands, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“It was fine, nothing extra,” you hum in reply.

“How was the place you checked out with your friend?”

Your muscles flex at the question. Derek doesn’t know about Harry. He doesn’t know who he is or that you’re meeting up with him so often lately. Somehow you couldn’t get yourself to tell him that your book is not just fiction that (almost) everything happened to you and the man who it is about is now back in your life and your old feelings are definitely resurfacing.

You feel terrible about it, but you have enough to worry about without having Derek up in your business. If he found out and questioned you about it, you have no idea what you’d say since you figured nothing out yourself. You’ll come clean to him once you know what you want.

“It was nice, I’m not sure it’s gonna be the one, but definitely one of the top picks,” you say as you get under the covers.

You sink into the mattress comfortably, lying on your side and you barely settle in a position when Derek’s body melts against yours, his hand wandering under your shirt as he kisses your shoulder.

“Missed you all day,” he murmurs, clearly indicating what he wants, but that’s not gonna happen. Not today.

“Derek…” you sigh, as his kisses move closer to your neck, his fingers gently stroking your stomach.

“I barely saw you all week, I miss my girl.”

“I missed you too, but I’m just so tired,” you mumble and push his hand away, stopping his actions. You turn around to face him and see the disappointment in his eyes, but he pulls back anyway.

“Are you sure that’s all?” he asks, cradling you in his arms instead, keeping himself to just cuddling.

“Yeah, of course. It’s just been… a crazy few weeks,” you clear your throat and cup his face in your hands.

You love him. You really do. Derek came into your life when you needed his support the most and for that you’ll always be thankful to him. And you were even in love with him once.

But not anymore.

“Alright. Come here,” he smiles at you softly as he pulls you to his chest. You let him hold you in his embrace and he slowly falls asleep while you lie in his arms wide awake, thinking about one thing.

Or more like one person.

Kostas is in the city!

You haven’t seen him in months since he didn’t follow you and Ramona to the city, making your friendship long distance but still unbreakable. But he is spending the next two weeks in the city at one of his cousins, you swear the man has family in every state and he’s got at least a dozen cousins sprinkled all around the world. But you’re not complaining, at least it’s now bringing him to your city and you get to see your favorite gay.

Friday afternoon you’re barely even focusing on your meeting as Kelly presents next month’s projects for the group. Your notes won’t be that big of a help later so you already know you’ll ask one of your colleagues to help you out. When the meeting is finally over you head back to your office to wrap everything up before leaving soon. As you’re in between answering emails and sending out reports, your phone buzzes on the desk.

It’s a message from Harry. To be exact, a picture. The photo captures him smiling with Niall in the background, holding a huge box filled with his things.

He decided to rent out the apartment the two of you toured recently and today he is officially leaving Niall’s nest and moves into his own home. If only you didn’t have to work, you would be there with them helping, but even though Kelly is the best boss to ever exist, you’ve already taken way too many days off because of your book.

Smiling giddily you text him back.

Y/N: How is moving day? Have you popped the champagne yet?

His reply comes just moments later.

HARRY: It’s a disaster! But everything is moved finally.

Y/N: Can’t wait to see it when everything is in place!

HARRY: I’ll have a housewarming party haha!

The past week you couldn’t meet Harry but you kept in touch, always texting and even having a few calls. And though you kept telling yourself it’s all just friendly, you knew you were trying to fool yourself.

You’ve been drowning in your ambivalent feelings about the situation you’re in. Your hurt from the past is still holding you back from letting yourself get closer to Harry the way you truly want, but you also know that there is a strong force pulling you towards him and away from Derek and the closer you are to Harry the happier you feel. You know you need to make your mind up, but it scares you so you’ve been procrastinating it as much as you could.

You hit send on your last email and your phone buzzes again, but this time it’s not Harry. Kostas has sent a photo to the group chat you have with him and Ramona. The name is still Roomies even after years of not living together.

KOSTAS: CAN YOU FEEL THE EARTH SHAKING??? The Greek God is in the city bitches!!

You let out a cackle as you lean back in your chair and cross your leg while typing your response.

Y/N: I knew something happened, the fire alarm went off in the building!

RAMONA: Astrid just started crying, knew it was you!

KOSTAS: Bitches… I missed you! Send me the location where we meet tonight, leave your boyfriends and husbands and children at home, the roomies are going out!!

When you finally make it home you make some food and then start to get ready. The tunes of your favorite songs fill the apartment and you’re dancing around in your bathrobe, doing your makeup and hair, picking your outfit out. Tonight you are letting loose not just because Kostas is here but because you need and deserve it.

You don’t hear it when the front door opens and Derek arrives. Hanging his jacket in the closet in the hallway he walks closer to the bedroom with a smile on his lips as he spots you swaying around, laying out different outfits onto the bed. An Adele song is playing and you sing along with it, your hair already styled and your skin looks so smooth and welcoming, he is enamored by the sight of you.

When you spot him finally, leaning against the doorframe you jump with a shriek, pausing the music on your phone.

“Shit, you scared me!” you breathe out, placing a hand to your chest.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “You just looked cute dancing around.”

Normally, the compliment would melt you, but now… it does absolutely nothing to you. As Derek steps closer he kisses your cheek before loosening his tie around his neck.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you pick out a green dress and put the rest away.

“Kostas is in the city, I’m going out with him and Ram.”

“Oh, right, sorry it totally slipped my mind.”

“That’s alright,” you smile at him before getting dressed. You’re struggling to pull the zipper up on your back and Derek is quick to help you out, pressing a kiss to the back of your head once the zipper is up.

“You look pretty,” he squeezes your waist before stepping back. “Hey, your birthday is coming up, do you know what you want to do?”

“Um, probably just a dinner with friends, nothing extra,” you shrug your shoulders as you fix your lipstick and look for a coat that suits your outfit.

“Alright, that sounds nice,” he smiles, but the more you see his smile the guiltier you’re feeling, because in a sense you’re leading him on.

“I’m leaving. Don’t wait up,” you force a smile to your lips as well and lean in for a kiss, but you’re just going through the motions, there are no feelings in it.

“I’ll make you the hungover juice for the morning,” he chuckles.

“Thank you, see you later!” you call out and with that, you’re out the door.

“There he is!” you shriek when Kostas finally arrives. You and Ramona are already sipping on your first drink of the night when he walks in, definitely making an entrance.

“I missed you so much!” he moans, pulling you both into a group hug before you all settle at the table again and he orders a drink for himself. “You both look fine as fuck!”

“And you too!” Ramona giggles, brushing her hair over her shoulder. It’s obvious how excited she is to be out and about without Astrid. She is an amazing mother, but she definitely deserves some time without her mini me.

One drink follows the other and you’re talking as if you’re sitting on the floor of your living room you used to share, drinking cheap wine out of plastic cups. Only that you now have a great job as a statistician and have a published book, Ramona is married and has a daughter and Kostas is working at a start up in California that’s promised to be the next big thing.

“Look at us! We have this life thing all figured out!” Kostas raises his glass and you all just laugh, clinking your glasses together at his toast, even if it’s not entirely true. Life could be way worse. “Y/N, I need you to send me a signed copy of your book, I want to sell it on Ebay.”

“I didn’t sign the one I sent to you?”

“You didn’t and I’m hurt, so you better make up for it,” he huffs dramatically, but you all just laugh. “How was the signing anyway?”

Ramona’s eyes snap at you right away and you know exactly what or more like who she is thinking about. You haven’t had the chance to share Harry’s appearance with Kostas, it’s been such a hectic time lately.

“What’s going on? I smell something that I don’t know of, spill the tea!” Kostas demands, his eyes snapping back and forth between you and Ramona.

“Um… It’s a funny story, but… Harry showed up at the signing.”

Kostas’ jaw falls to the floor as he stares back at you and you already know he’ll give you shit for not telling him earlier, but right now he is more interested in knowing the details.

“What? How? Why? What did he say?!”

You give him a quick rundown of what happened before the signing and then when you met him to have the talk that’s been due for a long time. Kostas’ eyes are so wide, you’re afraid they will fall right into his drink as he listens to the story, taking everything in.

“Oh my God, this sounds like some Argentinian soap opera episode!” he claps his hands. “And do you guys talk now? Are you like… friends?”

“Yeah. We are definitely friends,” you nod. “I helped him find a new place so he could move out from Niall’s place.”

“And what does Derek think about this?”

Guilt washes over you instantly at his question. You’ve been avoiding to talk about this ever since Harry showed up in your life, because you still have no idea where you stand with the matter.

“Well, first of all, you don’t know this yet, but Derek is apparently planning to propose to me.”

“Oh my God, I swear to God, I move across the country and you leave me out of all the real shit!” He scoffs throwing his hands into the air. “Did he tell you he wants to propose?”

“She found the ring,” Ramona speaks up, playing with the straw in her drink.

“Yeah. I don’t know when he wants to do it.”

“And why do I have a feeling that you don’t even want him to do it at all?” Kostas purses his lips as he narrows his eyes at you.

You open your mouth, but no word comes out and your throat closes up as you feel all your bottle dup emotions threatening to spill at once. They both notice the change in you and maybe it’s the alcohol you’ve consumed or maybe it’s been just simply too much lately, but a teardrop rolls down your cheek as your lips start trembling.

“I feel so shitty. I fucking hate myself!” you blurt out and Ramona reaches for your hand right away.

“Oh no, don’t say that!” she coos squeezing your hand.

“But I’m such a mess and I’m gonna end up hurting someone!”

“Just tell us what’s going on! We are here to help you but it’s hard to when we don’t know what’s on your mind!” Kostas pleads.

Taking a few deep breaths you collect your thoughts and bear yourself to share your fears and feelings that’s been torturing you for the past few weeks.

“Derek has no idea about Harry. I never told him who he was because he doesn’t even know the book is not fiction.”

Kostas gasps while Ramona just chews on her bottom lip since she knew about that. She has worded her concerns about not telling Derek what the book is really about, but you didn’t listen to her.

“I was surprised he was so fine with publishing it, it’s hard not to be when he has no idea it’s about your ex!” Kostas huffs and it doesn’t help your guilt for sure.

“How the fuck should have I told him? Derek is so morally perfect, if I told him I dated my professor in college he would have flipped. The book wouldn’t have been the matter because he would have been out the door the moment I came clean to him!”

“You’re right, I bet he never stole anything ever in his life,” Ramona mumbles under her breath. Taking a deep breath you try to get back to where you were to share your fears with your friends.

“I’ve been spending time with Harry,” you admit. “He needed to find a place to move out of Niall’s and I told him Derek had a few connections in the real estate business, but it was just me looking up apartments for him just so I could talk to him.”

“Oh my God,” Kostas breathes out and you feel like you’re confessing all your sins.

“I know it was wrong, but I just… I missed him so much,” you admit and as the words roll off your tongue it feels like a rock has been lifted off your shoulders. Sharing it with someone eases the guilt you’ve been carrying around, though it’s only momentary. “I hated what he did but I also missed him so fucking much and now that I have him back in my life and I know what really went down…”

You can’t finish, but they both know what you were trying to say. Your feelings for Harry never really went away, even when you hated him, you still had love for him, you just kept it hidden deep inside you.

“My boyfriend is planning to propose to me while I’m secretly meeting up with my ex, how fucked is that?” you breathe out shaking your head as you grab your drink and chug down half of it, hoping the alcohol would numb the pain.

“Okay, wait. Let’s just break it down,” Kostas lays his hand out on top of the table and you know this voice, this is his therapist voice he uses when he is eager to help you get your shit together. “You’ve been feeling conflicted about Derek since Harry appeared?”

“No… not really. I found the ring before that and I panicked.”

“So you had doubts about Derek even before Harry?”

“I’m just… I don’t think I’m the right person for him. He’s been so good to me, but he deserves so much more than what I can give him.”

“I understand that, but it’s also not just your decision,” Ramona speaks up. “If Derek loves you and chooses you, you can’t decide for him.”

“I know, but I can’t ignore what I feel either!” you argue and she nods. It’s such an impossible situation.

“You need to separate your feelings, Y/N,” Kostas points it out. “It sounds confusing now, but I think your feelings for Derek don’t have much to do with Harry.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were doubting your relationship with him even before Harry appeared. Harry’s presence just made it worse obviously, but you had doubts already. The ring… if he asked you to marry him now, what would you say?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

“What would have you said if he asked when you found the ring?” Ramona chimes in.

“I think I would have said no,” you admit with a sigh.

“So even without Harry in the equation, you wouldn’t have wanted to stay with Derek,” he explains and you try to stay focused and not let the panic take over your mind. “You have to keep them separated. Sort your feelings out about Derek and then do the same about Harry.”

And what if you separate them? How do you know what you feel is real and not just a momentary flame? What if it’s all because you can’t process that Harry is back in your life? You never thought it would ever happen, but now that it’s your reality, you don’t know how to deal with it. You don’t want to throw away everything you worked so hard for just to end up exactly where you were three years ago? Derek treats you right, he loves you and you’d have a great life with him, while all you see when you think of Harry is uncertainty.

“As if that’s so easy!” you huff.

“Nothing is easy, babe,” Kostas rolls his eyes. “Wait, no, there is one thing that’s easy.”

“What?” you and Ramona ask at the same time.

“Getting drunk, duh!”

And that’s exactly what you do.

Harry’s apartment is still like a warzone, empty and full boxes are littered across the floor in every room, he hasn’t had the chance to touch the ones that belong to the kitchen, only gotten himself one fork to eat the takeaway he had for dinner, but the rest will be left for tomorrow. It’s almost one am when he finally calls it a day and decides to just continue it in the morning. His bedroom looks the best probably, he’s got his sheets on already and he can’t wait to take a quick shower and sleep away this busy day.

He just emits from the fogged up bathroom and is roaming through one of his suitcases full of clothes to find at least a pair of clean boxers when his phone starts ringing on the nightstand. Holding the towel around his waist, water still dripping from his body he snatches the device and his stomach drops when he sees your name flashing on the screen.

“Y/N?” he answers the call. You don’t speak up right away, but he can hear all the noise around you, as if you were standing in front of a night club.

“Harry?” you finally breathe out, you sound so tired and most definitely drunk.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you alright?” A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of you being possibly hurt or in trouble.

“Y-Yeah, I just… ummm… c-can you…? Hm?”

You’re drunk. So drunk that you don’t make any sense and knowing that you’re out there in this state freaks him out.

“Y/N, where are you? Are you alone? Is Derek with you?” Even though he hates the thought of your boyfriend, he would rather have him with you than let you be alone.

“No, I’m in this… This is a nice… place. Do you want to come here?”

“I need the exact place, Y/N. I’ll go and get you, but I need to know where you are.” Harry holds his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he grabs whatever clothes he finds first in the suitcase while he tries to get you to talk coherently.

“Um it’s… it’s next to that barrr… with the yellow sign?” He hears shouting and a couple girls laughing in the background, but it’s still not enough information for him to find you.

“Y/N, listen to me. Are you outside of the place?”

“Yeah, I needed… I needed air.”

“Alright, do you see a security guard? A bouncer? Anyone?”

“There’s… Oh, there is this… big ass dude at the door,” you giggle and Harry tries his best to keep his cool.

“Alright, can you give him the phone for a second?”

“What?” you gasp. “I’m not… I’m not giving my phone to a… stranger!”

“That’s great, but I need someone who can tell me where you are.”

“Are you gonna come here?” you ask and he can see your pouty lips and puppy eyes as you say that.

“Yes, I’ll come and get you, baby. Just—“ “Baby?” you gasp again and Harry only now realizes what he called you.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—“

“Can you call me that again?” you ask out of breath and desperately and Harry’s heart melts in his chest.

“Baby, I need you to give the phone to the bouncer, so I can ask him where you are. Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm,” you hum.

You hand the phone over to the bouncer and Harry explains to him the situation. The guy gladly tells him the address and also promises to keep you there with him until he arrives before handing the phone back to you.

“Baby, stay there, I’ll be there as soon as possible, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble and with that Harry is already running to get you.

By the time his cab pulls up to the night club it’s been twenty minutes since the phone call and it has started raining.

“Can you please wait for me?” he asks the driver and the old man just nods as Harry jumps out and frantically looks for you.

The bouncer spots him and figures he is there for you, so he waves at him and Harry runs up to him and he finally sees you standing behind him, leaning against the wall, your arms wrapped around your body, shivering and your eyes barely open.

“Hey, I’m here, Y/N. I’m here,” he pulls you into his arms right away and nods at the bouncer as a thank you for keeping you there and not letting you wander away.

“Harry? You really came?” you whimper.

“Of course. Come on, let’s go.”

He walks you to the cab and helps you in before telling the driver to take the two of you back to his place. You’re not soaked luckily, since the bouncer kept you under the roof at the entrance, but you’re definitely cold. Harry wraps his arms around you and you bury your face into his chest.

“Were you there alone?” he hums softly.

“Mmm… I was with Kostas and Ramona.”

“Okay, I’ll text them from your phone to let them know you’re safe, alright?”

You just nod with your eyes closed and let him fish your phone out of your coat’s pocket. He sees a bunch of texts and missed calls from your friends so he quickly shoots them a text in the group chat.

Y/N: Hey guys, it’s Harry, Y/N is with me. She called me and I just picked her up, she is alright.

He doesn’t want to invade your privacy so once the text is sent he locks the phone and slips it back into your pocket.

Arriving to his place it’s a bit of a struggle to get you up to his apartment since you’re already half asleep and you keep tumbling over your own feet, but you finally manage to get to his front door. You wrap your arms around his waist as he fumbles with the lock, not too familiar with it just yet since it’s his first official night here.

“Harry…” you sigh just as he opens the door and walks you in carefully.

“I’m right here.”

“Where are we?” you ask, looking around with a puzzled look as he closes the door and peels your coat off of you.

“It’s my new place, you don’t remember it? We checked it out together,” he smiles softly. You kick your heels off and take a few stumbled steps forward, taking in the chaos around you.

“Oh right! You just… moved,” you nod and Harry just chuckles.

He takes your hand gently and walks you into the bedroom, trying his best to avoid every box lying on the floor even with your disoriented state. He makes you sit on the edge of the bed and by that moment you’re almost fully asleep.

“Y/N, do you want to change into something else?” he asks, gently brushing your hair out of your face. You frown and shake your head. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.”

He helps you up onto the bed fully and pulls the covers over you, the moment your head hits the pillow your eyes are closed and you’re drifting off to sleep. He tucks you in and takes a moment to admire the sight of you, curled up in his bed. In a parallel universe this is where you belong. In his home, with him.

But it’s not that universe.

Breathing out shakily he is just about to take the couch for the night when you call after him.

“Harry?” Your voice is faint and fragile.

“Yeah? Do you need something?” he asks, turning back instantly.

“Where are you going?” Pushing yourself up you look at him through glassy eyes, but the confusion is obvious in them.

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

“No. Come here, please!” you plead and move to one side of the bed to make him space.

He hesitates. Of course he wants to sleep next to you, feel your presence beside him, even hold you, but he knows damn well he shouldn’t be in the same bed as you when you’re dating someone else.

“Harry, please!” you breathe out and he breaks.

He takes his sweatshirt off and climbs to the bed, making sure to keep some distance from you, he wouldn’t want you to wake up in the morning and have regrets. The two of you settle on your sides facing each other and while your eyes are closed, Harry can’t take his gaze off of you.

“Thank you,” you mumble out of the blue.

“For what?”

“For… for…”

You hum and bury your face deeper into the pillow and when no word comes from you for several minutes, he knows you’ve fallen asleep. There’s no cuddling and no lines are crossed. You sleep next to each other and for a night, it seems like balance has been brought to the universe.

But it’s gone as soon as Harry opens his eyes in the morning, because you’re nowhere to be found and Harry knows it was a mistake to spend the night in that bed with you.

NEXT (FINAL) PART

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He cheats and gets someone else pregnant

Haikyuu Boys Drabbles

The one where you finally realize your worth and don’t forgive a cheater

SUNA RINTARO

It was inevitable, he supposed. You weren’t a dumb person- you’d figure it out soon enough. You’d pick up on the signs- notice how much he’s been going out lately and staring at his phone. Laughing at things you hadn’t sent him, becoming distant, slowly but surely.

Suna knew you’d find out.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be soon.

He had come home one evening and took a shower like normal. While he washed up, he made the terrible mistake of leaving his phone in the kitchen, thinking that there was no way she’d text him. Their relationship was dwindling, after all. Suna was beginning to let the guilt get to him.

After 3 long months, he finally realized what he had wanted. He wanted you, forever and always. He wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his days traveling and experiencing new things with you.

Unfortunately though, he figured it out too late. A boys mistake, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. And he’d soon pay the price for that wishful thinking.

While you were cooking dinner, you couldn’t help but notice how often his phone was going off. It kept dinging every few seconds, quickly causing you to become irritated.

Suna’s phone never went off that much, and so you thought surely it must be the boys. They probably added him into a group chat, you figured.

Oh how wrong you were.

The minute you walked over to the device and picked it up, you could truly feel your heart break. Searing pain burst through you like a rocket, a gasp leaving your lips as you scrolled through the messages.

8:53 PM

Unknown: Suna? Do you think we could talk?

Unknown: I know you said that you were going back to Y/N, but I...I’m pregnant. And it’s yours

Undeniably, you were shocked and confused. Pregnant? Who was this that was texting his phone? And why the hell did she think she was pregnant by your boyfriend?

A sickening feeling began to bubble in your stomach. Putting the phone down, you clenched your fists and took deep breaths.

In and out, Y/N. In and out.

Surely there was an explanation for this, right? You’d ask Suna as soon as he got done showering, and he’d laugh and tell you how this was all a misunderstanding. Some prank by Atsumu, wanting to get him back in his own cruel way.

But...

One look at his face, though, and you knew everything.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at Suna, his eyes widened as he looked at the phone in your trembling hands. Once again, it pinged, but you didn’t even have the energy to look. The only thing you were focused on was your heavy breathing, and the fact that you were becoming light-headed as Suna stepped forward.

“Y/N, baby, I can explain.”

As soon as those words left this lips, your entire world shattered. Letting out a sob, you dropped the phone and used your hands to cover your mouth in horror.

“So you did.”

Suna became panicked as soon as you started crying, holding onto the kitchen table to keep yourself from falling over. The pain that you felt was indescribable, not to mention the absolute betrayal. You had given everything up for Suna- and he repayed you like this?

“Y/N/N, please,” Suna was begging as he moved closer, trying to embrace your crying figure in his arms but you pushed him away, sudden anger taking over you.

“Don’t touch me!” Suna flinched as your damn near threw him off, backing up so far from him. The look in your eyes nearly killed him as you made eye contract, “I don’t want your filthy hands on me now that I know where they’ve been!”

“Y/N...-”

“Shut the fuck up Suna!”

You could no longer control yourself as rage began taking over your body, slowly but surely replacing the tears. The more you processed it - the more you looked at that bastards face and realized that he had went and knocked someone up while you were at home, cooking his dinner - the more infuriated you became.

“I cannot fucking believe you. Like are you serious right now?! I spend all day, all fucking day waiting for you Suna. I cook your food, I run you baths, I do everything I can to make your life less stressful and then you go and do this shit?”

“Baby just listen me, it’s not like that, okay?Whatever you saw- it’s in the past! Me and her- it meant nothing. I realize that now. It’s me and you baby- just us. That’s all I want,” Suna felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he desperately pleaded his case. Desperately grabbing at you, trying to hold you as if that would make everything okay. As if a simple “I’m sorry,” could fix what he broke.

Instead, you found yourself laughing bitterly and fought the urge to smack him in the face. No, you decided you’d have more dignity than that. You’d pack your stuff, peacefully, and leave this asshole here to rot.

“Whatever.”

That was quickly decided in your mind and within seconds, you were shaking your head, scoffing as you pushed passed him and practically ran to your shared bedroom.

“Wait-! Y/N, what are you doing? No, no, no, no!” Suna panicked even more when he followed you and saw that you were hurriedly packing your stuff in a suitcase. It was messy, and you barely had half of your shit but you decided that it’d do. At least until right now. At least until...well, you didn’t really know anymore.

You and Suna, you guys were supposed to be each other’s forever. You were supposed to be endgame, but as it turned out, Suna ruined that before you could even get a ring.

You scoffed again at the prospect of ever marrying him. Now, you began to think about why you even wanted him in the first place. How did you not notice the signs? The lack of effort for weeks until Suna suddenly warmed up again and began treating you like you were his world.

How did you not catch on? How did it completely slip your mind that you were dating a cheater, until the facts suddenly smacked you right in the face?

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rintaro,” You rolled your eyes, zipping the suitcase and then booking it to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed your body wash, all your hair products and then your toothbrush. You lazily threw them in a another bag and then stood up, glaring at Suna who tried to block you from exiting the door.

“Move,” You stared him down, venom lacing your words. “I don’t fucking have time for this.”

“Baby, please,” You flinched as he reached out to touch you, to stroke your cheek with the same hands that had touched her. They were slightly wet, presumably from wiping his tears away, but all you could think about was that you weren’t the only one he had been coming home to. You weren’t the only one he had been fucking and touching.

The thought made you absolutely sick. You were sure that if you didn’t get out now, then you’d puke all over your- his expensive furniture.

“You have to listen to me,” Suna silently cried, his body shaking as he stood there, begging for the one person he needed in his life to stay. “I told you- she means nothing. I don’t want anything to do with her, I only want you, Y/N.”

“And the baby?” Dammit. You couldn’t help yourself. Once again, your anger began to fade as tears gathered in your eyes.

Suna had a child. He had a fucking child with some stranger he’d known less than six months. She was carrying his blood, something that was supposed to be your moment. You were supposed to give him his first child. You were supposed to be the one he shared that part of life with, not her.

“I- what?”

From the looks of it, you’d almost think that Suna didn’t know. His eyes were wide, his whole body stopping as he stared at you incredulously.

And then it hit you.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t even know that she was carrying his baby. He was completely clueless. Both of you were blindsided.

At this, you couldn’t help it. You did laugh, a bitter sound that sounded almost like you were mocking him.

“Wow Rintaro. How fucking stupid could you get?” You let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head as a tear ran down your face. “If you’re gonna cheat and fuck someone else, then at least be smart enough to wear a condom.”

“But I...that’s impossible,” Suna whispered, mostly to himself. “I don’t...I mean she can’t possibly...how did you...?”

“She was blowing up your phone while you were in the shower. How did you think I found out?” You gave him a fake smile. “For someone that doesn’t like putting in a lot of effort, you sure did put a lot into making sure you fucked this relationship up. And then your own life too.”

You hated to say it, but you silently enjoyed the way Suna was going to suffer. At the very least, it was absolutely what he deserved for cheating in the first place. Now, his life was probably going to be ruined. His career, his dreams, everything he had planned...

It was gonna go down the drain.

And you for one were grateful he wasn’t dragging you down with him.

“I...” Suna was at an absolute loss for his words. His whole body slumped, seemingly going numb as he just stayed in the doorway, looking shocked. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push past him, a small smirk on your face despite the searing pain in your heart.

You knew it was serious when he didn’t even try to stop you when you opened the front door.

“I left your phone on kitchen floor. Maybe you should call her. I’m sure you’d like to know more, seeing as it is yours. For your sake, I hope it’s a bouncing baby boy. That’s what you always wanted, right?”

You spoke one last time, making sure to rub salt in the wound before taking a final glance at the man you loved.

He looked broken, a sheer sobbing mess as he still stood in your bedroom door. A part of you couldn’t help but feel bad. You couldn’t help but want to go over and embrace him, dropping everything and tell him that things were gonna work out.

That was the part of you that still loved him.

But the other part...

The other part of you told you that it’s what he deserved. He cheated, and now he has to live with the consequences. Loosing you, and becoming a father at the age of 20.

That was the part of you that gave you the extra push. That was the part of you that gave you the strength to close the door, forever walking away from the man that broke you and the empty house that held all of your dead dreams.

——————————— ☁️ ——————————

BOKUTO KOUTARO

You didn’t believe it. Or more like, you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t wanna shatter your fantasy world, one that you had been living in for four years.

You didn’t want it to break, because if it did...

You didn’t know what you were going to do.

For the last four years Bokuto had been your world. Your absolute rock, your sunshine on a cloudy day. He made you laugh, he made you feel welcome and special like nobody else had before.

Surely...your Bokuto wasn’t capable of this. Surely didn’t...he couldn’t have...

You didn’t even wanna think about it. Bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about it...his lips on hers. Caressing her and holding her the way he was supposed to only hold you.

You didn’t wanna think about it, but yet-

You had no choice as you stared at the pregnant woman before you.

“I’m sorry,” She had tears in her eyes as she sat on your couch, sobbing while simultaneously holding her belly. While holding his baby.

She had come to you only a few hours before, taking you by complete surprise. Never in your life did you ever think you’d come face to face with your boyfriend’s baby momma.

But that’s exactly what had happened.

Apparently, she and Bokuto had both had a one stand a few months ago. It was when he had traveled to Tokyo for a game and you stayed behind because you had school.

It was the one weekend you weren’t there to support him. One weekend...and you had lost him forever.

“It’s not...it’s not your fault,” You told her somewhat awkwardly, although you didn’t really mean it. She had slept with your boyfriend, after all. And now she was pregnant, claiming the baby was 100% his.

That wasn’t even the worst part though.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even be mad at her, because she didn’t know. It was a one night thing. She had told you Bokuto had left in tears the next morning, rambling on about how she meant nothing and that he had you to come home to.

She claimed that he regretted it the minute he realized what happened. Crying out about how he was going to propose and then rushing out without so much as a goodbye.

Oh how stupid he was to name drop you.

You almost wished he hadn’t, because that was how she had found you. After finding out that she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to Bokuto only to realize that he was telling the truth. He’d been with you for four years.

But did that really even mean anything anymore?

“It’s just- I just-” The girl shook her head. “I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. If I had known...if I had any other choice...”

“Actually, I’m sort of glad you reached out to me. Thank you for that. That was good on your part, seeing as I doubt he would have told me,” You smiled numbly, not capable of feeling anything at the moment.

It was like...your entire body was on shut down mode. It had become numb, desperately trying to block out the pain you were sure that was coming. And you, for one, were absolutely grateful. You didn’t wanna think... you didn’t even wanna fathom how broken you were gonna be.

So you didn’t. Instead you kept your thoughts quiet and relished in the numbness.

“You know...” You laughed bitterly, sadly shaking your head as you sighed, “Bokuto’s always wanted a kid. He kept begging me a few weeks ago to have one, but I said no. We’re both so young, you know? We had our whole lives together.”

You hadn’t meant to make her cry even more, but that’s exactly what your words did. They cut a knife through this random girl’s heart, causing her pain that she had stolen that from you. Bokuto, he had taken that from you as well.

“I’m sorry,” Once again, she apologized, but you weren’t much focused on that. Instead, your attention snapped towards the front door as you heard keys jingling outside. With a sharp push, your stomach dropped.

Bokuto was home.

“Hey hey hey! Babe whose car is that-”

Bokuto’s smile suddenly dropped as he walked into the scene, your dull eyes and the girl’s tearful ones ones trained on him. Immediately, his whole demeanor began to crumble down and he nervously looked between the two of you, his shoulders dropping.

“...outside. What’s this?”

“Bokuto, I believe you know her,” You were eerily calm as you pointed towards her, showing no emotion as Bokuto’s eyes flickered to her stomach. “This is Kayla. From Tokyo, right? I think you guys have much to discuss.”

Bokuto was at a loss for words as you rose from the couch, gesturing for him to take your seat. But instead of listening, he decided to make things difficult and run after you like a lost puppy as you made your way to the bedroom.

“Babe, babe wait! Y/N, please baby I can explain. I can explain, I can explain, I swear! Just let me, just please let me-”

“Bokuto,” You stopped him, holding up your hand and shaking your head. “I’m not in the mood, really. Just go talk with her alright? She came all this way to find me, so it’s rude not to.”

“But baby-”

“Go,” You suddenly became firm, gritting your teeth as you stared him. For a second, you took a small pause, and then Bokuto heard the words he never wished to hear his in life. “And don’t you ever call me that ever again, Koutaro.”

“K-Koutaro...?” Bokuto stuttered slightly, reeling back at the use of his first name. “But baby...y-you never call me that. Ever.”

“Oh yeah?” You couldn’t help but laugh on how clueless he was. I mean honestly, you never thought that Bokuto was stupid but now...“Well what the hell else am I supposed to call you? Read the fucking room Bokuto. Your pregnant fucking mistress is sitting on my couch, crying her eyes out and you’re worried about me calling you by your first fucking name? Get a god damn grip.”

For the first time that day, emotion began peaking out from your eyes. Pure anger bubbled up inside of your body, finally manifesting after holding it in for so long.

It felt good, in your opinion, to finally feel something. A delayed reaction, sure, but late was better than never.

“B-But-”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes at his trembling form. “I don’t wanna hear anything else from you. So go talk to her. Figure your shit out while I pack mine.”

“No!” Panic was evident in his voice as he suddenly grabbed your arms, preventing you from entering your bedroom. Shocked, you siteuggled in his embrace but Bokuto was extremely strong.

“What the hell? Let me go!”

“Y-Y/N! Baby y-you can’t leave me! You can’t! What about our plans? What about forever and always, you and me?”

“Did you think about that before you got drunk and fucked her?” You snapped harshly, causing him to whimper. ���Exactly. So don’t come pulling that bullshit out on me, Bokuto. You’re the one that ruined that.”

“But-” At this point, he was searching for something, anything to make you stay as you shoved him off and then stormed in your shared room. “But baby I- we had this whole plan...I was gonna propose! Please, I...I even got the ring! Here I’ll prove it to you!”

While you were busy running around the room throwing all your stuff together, Bokuto suddenly dashed to the kitchen and retrieved a box he had been storing for a special occasion. He completely ignored the girl that was sitting on his couch, not even sparing her a second glance as he rushed back to you and dropped to his knees.

“See?” He hurriedly opened the box and desperately grabbed your hand, slipping the shiny diamond on before you could even protest. “I had it made for you, Y/N! Pure diamond, princess cut. It’s even engraved with your name baby! Please...”

You had to admit, you wanted to break down as Bokuto began to cry, looking awfully small as he kneeled by your feet. To make matters worse, he kept kissing your hand and mumbling tearful apologizes that yanked at your heartstrings.

By now, your initial exterior had began to crumble. Pain began to surround your heart, squeezing it so bad it almost felt like you were burning. A swell of tears gathered in your eyes, and you almost, almost gave in.

You almost sank to your knees and cried with him, almost pulled him into your arms because you didn’t wanna let go. You loved Bokuto, you truly did, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

He was a good man, that probably made an honest mistake. He was everything you had ever wanted. And you were so tempted...so tempted to give in. Until you realized that you deserved better.

“I’m sorry,” Sniffling slightly, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and shook your head. “But I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore Bokuto...you ruined this. You ruined us, and now you have a woman in there carrying your child. You have the family you’ve always wanted. Don’t ruin that too.”

Hastily, you leaned down to press a bitter kiss on his forehead and then stood back up. Bokuto sobbed as he watched your figure retreat, standing high despite the heartbreak.

It was then that he realized that even though you were letting him go, you’d be just fine. You’d pull yourself together eventually, you were strong like that. You didn’t need him, but god, what about him?

He wasn’t sure if he could survive without you. He could barely even breathe and you hadn’t even walked out yet.

Was this what it was going to feel like from now on? Empty, hollow...meaningless?

“Please.”

One last time, he cried out of you. He begged you to stay.

But you knew you deserved better than that.

“I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left him behind. Forever.

#suna x reader #suna angst #bokuto x reader #bokuto angst #suna rintaro #bokuto koutaro #hq x reader #hq angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

[saintlike78]

Hey Love! Since u want to know my requests here go more one; Marauders x Fem!Reader (I'm a just a little bit obsessed about them hihi:), the reader is pregnant from her first baby and she's so emotional and sensitive cuz pregnancy hormones and she's crying for everything, at the same time she gets mad about anything, and she's horny all time, so she's like a mess of feelings.

(I thought this idea after seeing a scene from Grey's Anatomy, so if you want to check it out to understand; season 9, episode 12, minutes 02:40 to 04:00)

By; Cora🌈 (and the fic that u made about my last request is more perfect than I ever imagined <3)

Those stupid hormones [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Another great request from Cora! This was so fun to write. We all know that out three boys would be the sexiest dilfs ever, you can’t prove me wrong.

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Pregnant! Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, very soft and fluffy, dry humping, polyamorous relationship, pregnancy pains, mention of morning sickness and nausea. As always lmk if I missed anything.

The cool water dripped down your face as you stared at your flushed reflection; pink from the blush that had crept its way up your neck and latched itself onto your cheeks. The nap you had woken from had done nothing to soothe the surge of emotions that ran through you like electricity, the cause being the life growing in your belly. The news of your pregnancy had brought you and your husbands nothing but immense joy, but actually being pregnant was another story and you weren’t even that far along, already dreading the next few months filled with pain and changes – you just wanted your baby to be here already and spare you the grittiness in between.

Having dried your face with your towel and concluding that the pink that had overtaken your face and neck wasn’t going away, you made your way to the living room where the hushed voices of your husbands were residing. Trudging down the hallway you could feel the warmth between your legs, arousal churning, making your face even pinker than it already was.

Having finally made it to the living room you looked upon your three beautiful men, enjoying seeing them relaxed just being with each other and waiting for you.

James and Sirius were seated on the long couch, cuddled up in one end and conversing gently with one another, a rare sight of calm between the two.

Remus was sitting in the armchair with a book in hand focused on the words in front of him not paying attention to James and Sirius’ conversation, but smiling fondly when his eyes sometimes left the page to observe two of his lovers.

As Remus’ eyes left the page for his momentary check on Pads and Prongs, he caught sight of your figure looming in the doorway, a gentle smile on your face as you also observed the two men on the couch.

“Hi bun, good nap?” Remus asked as soon as he noticed you, closing and putting his book down on the small table beside the armchair; the two others looking up as well and smiling at you.

You only hummed in acknowledgment as you made your way towards the scarred man who’d asked the question, crawling on the chair to straddle his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck not giving him any time to process before your lips were on his in a needy kiss. Even though he was surprised, he reciprocated in no time wrapping his arms around your body and holding you closer to him. You whined lowly into the kiss as he slipped his tongue past your lips, your hips instinctively grinding down gently, testing the waters.

Your kiss was interrupted by the sound of Sirius clearing his throat very loudly and dramatically, not enjoying not being a part of whatever was going on between yourself and Remus. You turned your head to look at the culprit of the sound, breathing heavily as you stared at him with wide eyes, both James and Sirius looking back at you with a questioning raised eyebrow.

Remus placed a hand on your cheek to turn your face back to face his, his own brow also raised to match the two others' look of questioning.

“What’s going on Bunny? Not that I’m complaining, just curious,” Remus asked, but a cheeky smile and tone replacing his normal calm and serious voice.

Sirius adding to Remus’ question, “I’m also taking it you’re not cross with us anymore.” Sirius referring to the reason for you taking your nap; you practically being sent to bed after snapping at James for making your tea too hot, then being told off by Remus and Sirius only for you to cry and snap at them as well and Remus ‘suggesting’ a nap for you to cool down.

“No, I’m sorry for being mean… especially to you, Jamie,” you turned to look at James, giving him an apologetic smile.

“That’s okay, baby… I know you didn’t mean it,” he smiled back, his usual big goofy smile, letting you know that he wasn’t upset any longer, probably never was.

You turned back to Remus, looking into his eyes and letting yourself momentarily be lost in them, “I just really need you right now,” you said distractedly, earning yourself a smile from the lycanthrope you were seated on.

Remus leaned forward to kiss your nose, your face scrunching up in the process. His hands snaked around to grip under the back of your thigs before standing with you in his strong grasp, making the short journey to the couch and waiting for James and Sirius to break from each other so that he could seat himself between them.

When Remus was seated with you comfortably, James reached forward to tug a piece of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek in the process.

“You feeling better, darling? You still feeling poorly?” James asked, your days lately having been filled with nausea, morning sickness, and discomfort.

“I’m feeling better… just a little achy,” you sighed.

“Where are you achy?” Sirius reached forward to rub up and down the expanse of your back, whilst his other hand rubbed gentle circles on your growing stomach.

“A little in my back… my boob… and my…” you paused, taking Sirius’ hand moving it lower on your stomach, right above your ache, “… here.”

“Ahh, I see,” Sirius nodded calmly, though Remus and James didn’t miss the small sparkle in Sirius’ eyes at the excitement.

You slowly started grinding your hips onto Remus’, frustrated tears gathering in your eyes at your desperation, “please,” you breathed out.

“Aww, bunny, don’t cry… we’ll help you out,” Remus laughed, grabbing your sides to stabilize you.

“Don’t laugh at me! I can’t help it… I’m so achy,” your frustration was clear, and the tears that had gathered threatened to spill.

“We’re not laughing, darling, you’re just so adorable,” James grinned, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m sorry, please just help me… please,” the first tears fell and slowly ran down your cheeks as you continued your grinding, not actually sure why you were crying.

Sirius removed the hand from your back and wiped your tears with the pad of his thumb while cooing, “Don’t worry, puppy, we got you.”

With that he reached a hand into the loose shorts you were wearing, reaching under the waistband of your panties as well, not wanting to put any more stress on you by teasing, his fingers instantly found your clit.

You did miss the rougher sex you would have before you found out you were pregnant, but the boys refused to put you in any sort of stressful situation when you were already going through so many changes and experiencing so many things at once; they decided that it would be best to be soft and gentle with you unless you specifically requested something else.

“Go ahead, grind that pretty pussy on my hand until you cum, pretty pup,” Sirius said as his fingers slowly started rubbing circles on your clit as your hips picked up speed at his words.

A breathy moan left your lips followed by a whimper of pleasure as your eyes fluttered close at the sensation.

Remus’ hands had moved to hold your hips, aiding your movements and choosing the speed at which you moved.

James took your face in his hands, “eyes on me, darling,” he spoke to which you complied, opening your eyes to look at his face. James leaned in for a kiss, enjoying the noises you would choke on when you ran out of breath, the small whines and whimpers being enough for him to cum in his trousers, but he controlled himself – this was for you.

Sirius’ fingers picked up speed as saw the pleasurable shiver run through your body and the small twitch it was accompanied by.

Your breathing increased and the moans became less controlled as the familiar feeling of pleasure grew in the pit of your stomach. Remus picked up the speed of your hips, occasionally bucking his hips to create more friction and pressure for you, but also creating friction on his cock trapped in the restraints of his slacks. Remus’ breathing increased as well, a few grunts and small low moans could also be heard leaving his mouth.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned out as your hips lost their rhythm, stuttering slightly as the pressure in your abdomen gave away, your orgasm ripping through your body, hands gripping Remus’ shoulders to stabilize yourself as your body shook from the orgasm.

Sirius’ fingers were still working on your clit, working you through the feeling, the moans you were releasing like music to his ears.

Remus’ hips bucked once more before he shook as well, releasing a strangled and stuttering moan, his cum making a mess in his smart slacks. “Fuuuck… baby,” he breathed out as he came, his fingers gripping your hips, but not hard enough to hurt you.

Sirius’s grin was so large you were sure it would break his face. He removed his hand from your shorts, kissing your cheek before cheekily looking at Remus. James was trying to keep his smile at bay, but failed miserably, a small giggle escaping his lips.

“Damn, puppy, look what you did,” Sirius grinned.

You looked at Remus’ face, who sported a lopsided smile; you were always surprised at the effect you would have on them at times, this had happened before, but it wasn’t often.

You giggled slightly with James, “Sorry, Remmy.”

“No need to apologize… this is just what happens when an unbelievably sexy, soon-to-be milf sits on top of me,” he laughed, winking at the last statement, causing all of you to burst out laughing.

“You’re going to be the sexiest milf ever and we’ll be the sexiest dilfs, all the other parents are going to run away screaming,” Sirius joked, standing proudly to do a couple of poses, showing off his muscles, James standing as well to pose with him, another fit of laughter rolling through all of you.

You shook your head, “I love you, my most sexy, soon to be, dilfs.”

“We love you too, pretty baby.”

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[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

#laszlo kreizler #the alienist #laszlo kreizler smut #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel bruhl smut #daniel brühl x reader #daniel brühl smut #laszlo kreizler x reader #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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Haikyu characters reacting to their s/o screaming back at them

Nekoma Characters reacting to their s/o Screaming back at them

Read Part One Here

kenma

-it would not take much -_-

- Kenma doesn’t even notice he’s yelling at you or much less using his raised voice when talking to you

-he’s so used to screaming at kuroo through his mic that when he’s finally pissed off and bubbling ; it just happens after you try to ask him what he wants for dinner at the wrong time

-post time skip

“ go left “ The sound of the controller clicking swirled through the room as your boyfriends eyes followed the screen at every turn his character took “ kuroo I said go left “

“ uh which one ? “

kenmas face went into a straight line as kuroos body stiffened knowing he hadn’t been listening in the first place “ no wait which way I meant —which way “

“kuroo I said go left “

“ oh “

“ yeah — go left “ the strain in your boyfriends voice was evident

it showing off the sliver of annoyance he was trying to hold back knowing that you were somewhere in the same house

he hated for you to see him anything other than calm

Anytime he showed any bit of annoyance with you or even showed he was about to give you attitude you quickly shut it down. It was obvious to him who was the dominant one in the relationship and he had no problem with it

Honestly he was scared of what you would think when you finally saw him fly off the handle. Of course you’d seen him have an attitude he was a gamer that was normalized to have one after a lost game but, it wasn’t often he showed you that side because kenma doesn’t do losing

so what would happen if he finally got ticked off so badly due to something that was ‘just a game’ to you would you be scared?

he couldn’t help but think that you would run for the hills and then screw him over in the breakup and tell everyone he still wears tidy whities and forgets to go pee during gameplays unless you remind him by asking had he peed all day

“ hey du— “

“ don’t talk until you kill the leftover guys so we can win“

“ ken you don’t think I can multitask “ kuroos laugh fell into the room over kenmas headphones “ I used to do it everyday i was the captain of the vb team, I keep you in line “

“ sure sure — but are you watching your corners “

“ I keep everyone healthy , and i’m hot , plus I’m about to win this gam— I died “

the silence in the moment spoke volumes before kenma could

his hand grabbing the controller harshly as he refused to blink seeing the word loser flash in bright letters on his screen

Body growing hot and sweaty while he tried to hold in his anger and process what just happened so he could determine the next best course of action

Knowing , He just knew

The amount of trouble he’d get in if you walked in to hear him screaming at kuroo shouting words you hated when he used

He was trying to hold it all in

really he was

he just needed some quiet first just some silence to figure out how to calm himself down his brain going over serveral images of kuroo dead at the bottom of stairs maybe even him getting hit too hard with one of kenmas sets when they played 4 on 4matches

Anger only growing when he heard a voice pour in that he couldn’t figure out who it belonged to much less cared

“ hey ke— “

“ Do you ever fucking listen “ his voice was hard and threatening “ do you ever just shut the fuck up and “

he threw his headphones to his keyboard “ and listen — no you don’t— you go quiet and now here i am upset because you simply don’t listen — answer the questions i’m asking you— you fucking sea creature“

his body only growing hotter as his neck got red eyes darting for a person to scream at and take his anger out on

“ answer me “ he screamed pain eteched in his voice as he finally turned to find you

a look crossing over his face before he blinked looking to the floor then up at you in confusion before turning back to his screen that glowed in the dark room anger hitting him all over again when he saw kuroos wide open mouth and their dead avatars laying on the ground

“ Why the fuck — how the —- I always fucking lose when that asshole —that miscalculated creation— whenever he plays with me it’s so serious to me — i make money off of it i make — i get deals and i — I can’t — can’t lose them they’ll think i’m not good enough— i“

he slammed his fist into the wall speaking low

“ I hate fucking losing “

he turned to you “ it’s not nice y/n — I tried to fucking do your shitty routine of calming myself down first but it just “

he moved closer to you with anger pouring from his body

your eyes wide in a look of fear when he grabbed your face pointing to his screen “ look — “

he screamed in your face when you didn’t tear your eyes away from his “ BABE I SAID LOOK“

your eyes never leaving his as he just grew angrier at your incompetence

“ so your not fucking listening to me either “ his voice grew questioning “ are your ears dirty just like kuroos ? huh ? are y’all apart of some shitty cult for mute wannabes “

his hand gripped tighter on your cheeks “ i’m so stupid your just as fucking dumb as that asshole — fucking — I bet you wanna date him huh — “

his mind ran wild as he thought of the two of you together insecurity blooming

“ you want a loser like him over me right ? you have to like kuroo — look at him you want to date kuroo right “

he laughed “ fucking slu— “

“ finish it and we’ll be playing our own game of kenma getting his ass beat until he finally gives up and cries “

your eyebrows quirked up as you held eye contact with him “ trust me you’ll lose “

you looked at the male in front of you in disgust

“ get your shitty cheeto dusted gamer hands off of me “

his hands loosened their hold on you

“ all the way off you dirty imbecile “

you scoffed as he dropped his hand in a rush of fear

“ I bet your dirty ass didn’t even wash them after I made you pee earlier — yeah made — you wanted to get back to that sweaty chair that badly ? “

his cheeks grew hot as he blinked himself out of his trance only to see what he’d gotten himself into

“ who do you think you are talking to like that “

your stare making him shake even more in fear

You always scared him when you were upset wether you were taller or not your annoyance alone at an action he’d done scared him enough

Your words stood tall and poured in on him making him feel like he was suffocating but, he knew he needed to hear this. You only did this when his anger was out of control like he knew it could be. He stayed on his games all day and all night which was the only way to provide your shared income

at least until he could get his company up and running he had yet to sign contracts because he said he needed to read them first and reading took too much work

this was how he paid your bills. It stressed him out knowing that any day someone on the internet could call him a loser and that same day your steady flow of money may trickle in slower than usual

So when he lost a game any game even something as simple as Mario or even kirby it pissed him off because he couldn’t help but shoulder all the responsibility of taking care of you and himself. He didn’t want to be the reason you lost that stability and all of this catered into his rage. A rage only you could catch and calm down with your sheer words.

“ who do you think you are “ your voice came out low and calm as you spoke down on him “ answer me “

“n-no on — no one babe “

“ don’t babe me “ your hand pressed on his chest “ you don’t deserve that not after you talked to me that way “

“ I -i’m sorry “

“ for what “

“ f-for talking to you like that and “ his voice came out soft as he spoke

“ I cannot hear you “

“ fuck i’m sorry for talking to you that way —and for using force —force and grabbing you like that “

“and i’m just expected to forgive you? you know I hate this — you know this and yet you keep doing it? why ? why do you keep shouldering this and then lashing out “

“ p-please “

“ mm — i’m not seeing it ken— I mean you treat me like one of your other asshole friends and then on top of it you grabbed my face this time— you’ve never gone that far “

“ y-yes I know — I know “

“ so you can see my problem with just accepting your apology right “

“ y-yes ma’am “

“ oh — “ you laughed as you spoke “ now we’re using nice names huh “

“ i—I thought it’d work“ he pouted

“ I wanna forgive you ken “ you looked at him as his head dropped in embarrassment cheeks going red

“ I really do babe but “

“ I swear I won’t do it again y/n “

you thought for a moment staring at the boy in front of you who was pissing his pants in fear

“ y-y/n I swear I didn’t know it was you I was angry and I —I thought kuroo was talkin— “

“ but you realized it was me? “

he paused

“ you even looked from me and back to your screen so you knew correct “

“ yes “

“ and yet you still yelled at me and grabbed my face “

“ really i’m sorry— I wasn’t there all the way “

you took a deep breath before looking to his computer eyes made up in a squint and then trailing back to the boy in front of you

“ ok ken “ his eyes glowed in happiness

“ you— your forgiving me “ he laughed almost mocking you knowing he’d never been let go this quickly you usually took away his gaming system until he’d learned to calm down

he even started ‘doing’ yoga, if you count playing the youtube videos on the tv while he played on his apple watch that you’d forgotten to take, just to fool you into giving his game back “ this easily“

your eyes moved pointedly to his as he fell back into submission

“ i’m sorry I just meant you arent more upset “

“ well i’m deciding that since it was the first time you ever went to that extent of yelling at me I’m gonna let you off the hook “

you smiled “ also I thought you already got enough punishment “

“ h-huh “

you let your head move up to face his computer screen in a slight nod his eyes lighting up before his face fell in sadness

He never meant to fall submissive let alone show who was the dominant one in the relationship to anyone outside of you especially not with kuroo on the other line

“ I don’t think kuroo minds much babe it’s ok “ you said happily changing the whole way you carried yourself earlier and the way you spoke your body easing after beating into kenma

“ no trust me he doe— “

“ goddamn “

your eyes fell onto his friends open mouthed smile

“ and you just let ‘em do you like that “

kenmas eyebrows came together in sadness

“ damn ken —“

your eyes went hard on kuroo

“ and do you think your any better ? because from what i’ve heard churro it seems to me like you couldnt even keep your own team on a leash much less that lev kid so ? “

“ god “ kuroo coughed shifting in his seat whispering softly to himself “ so hot “

he shook his head before speaking again a little bit louder “ uh no— no I completely understand y/n —god i just know your fun “ he laughed

“ kenma keep listening to your s/o don’t mind me “

he moved to log off speaking under his breath “ so fucking scary —swear i’m bringing ‘em in to scare my vb kiddos— shit “

you shook your head in confusion “ uh wha—”

“ he had a — he had a crush on you and yeah I”

“ oh well “ you moved to throw your arms around him in happiness his body stumbling back at the action as he cautiously wrapped his hands around your back

“ n-not in trouble “

“ not in trouble “

“ still love me “

“ still love you “

“ then can I pla- “

“ no “

“ nevermind I didn’t want —want to play anyways “

“ that’s good “

“ yeah “ he drawed out as you grabbed his hand pulling him to the living room “ but babe the monitors still on just one matc— “

your grip tightned on his hand “ movie ken “

“ got it movie — movie “

he spoke low following you wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek “ movie first — game later “

lev

-I don’t think he would ever ever ever scream at you but he would totally say something hurtful and not even realize it because kuroo and kenma said it to him

-so he’s literally just using what he was taught but In the wrong way

- not a time skip

“ lev can you help me “ you shouted to the taller male as you made your way across the court his hands cupping around his mouth as he stared down on you from the other side “ yeah “ he smiled “ totally “

you copied him a smile itching to spread across your face “ just because I yell doesnt mean you yell “

“ well as bossy as you are you should know I’m going to “

your face dropped before it fell back into a happy smile mind racing with thoughts of maybe hes just making a joke he knows you hate when people say that about you

“ hey uh lev ? “

“ yeah babe “ he said running over to you

“ let’s not say that ok cause it kinda — it really hurt my feelings “ his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down on you his voice vibrating along the gym before he smiled again “ babe I like the design you added to your face I didn’t notice but other people said you looked good with it and yeah —honestly they were right “

“ huh — design? “

“ yeah it’s red it’s right by your eyebrow “

your hands moved quickly to cover the pimple from his view eyes darting across the gym hoping no one else heard and was trying to take a look at it

“ it’s fine it’s fine maybe if you put on some makeup you can hide it right ? i mean if you don’t like the design like I do i mean that’s what you usually use it for right ? “

your eyebrows went up face holding nothing but sadness as you spoke “ do you— lev baby do you really think i’m bossy “

he jumped up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement as he kept going “ yeah — I do everything you tell me to and I like it i’m like a puppy and your the master “

you could feel your body heat up at his words his smile spreading wider as he turned to his awestruck teammates

“ babe it’s ok id follow you to the end of the earth because I don’t understand your just stringing me along”

your hands dropped the balls you held onto from picking them up off the floor. head cocking to the side as you studied him trying to see what sparked this new way of thinking

“ oh god “

“ he’s so fucking —so so fucking clueles- “

“ stupid just outright stupid is what he is “ you said as his eyebrows creased face struggling to find the right way to react to the burning hot anger he felt radiating off of you in waves “ lev baby who told you this “

you walked a bit closer to him head leaned back to see him clearly “ who made you think this way “

“ uh what “ he shook his head face coming up in a pout “ babe I — “ he played with his fingers as he looked off to the side hand moving to run across his neck “ for some reason I feel like i’m in trouble —I did—did I do something wrong baby ?“

“ this is not cool lev not helpful, not sweet and nice it’s hurtful “

“ no what ? wait i’m “ he took his hand out to grab your arm his face made up in pure confusion “ no i’m —i’m complimenting you “

“ you— your complimenting me? “

“ yeah “ he smiled struggling to hold it up as his eyes darted across your face

“ lev baby “ you faked a smile as your eyes hardened “ think about your words —what have you just said “

“ well I said that your my master and i’m like a puppy“ he smiled as he thought back “ only because I love you and would do anything you tell me and because i’m hyper and sometimes you have to explain stuff to me in simple form because I can’t pay attention when anyone else talks but you “

he kept going “ then I said that I do anything you tell me to and I would “ he smiled harder voice sure of himself“ because I like following you and making you happy “

he scratched his neck face flashing a deep red “ then — then I said that you cover up your bossine— ok i’m sorry “

his face made up into a pout as he slumped “ really I didn’t know I thought it was nice I heard the team saying it in the back rooms and I though— “

“ FUCKING IDIOT “

“ LEV WHAT THE FUCK “

“ HOLY SHIT LEGS ARE YOU SERIOUS “

levs face dropped as he turned to kenma “ legs seriously ? “

kenma shrugging as he continued to play his hand held game “ eh well everyone else was saying something and you annoy me so — I present legs “

he sighed as he turned back only to see your eyes holding nothing but garbage fires In them as you stared at the group of guys huddled together

“ speak “ everyone whimpered as you stared them down “ explain to me why my boyfriend is telling me I need makeup to cover my pimple ”

kuroos uncomfortable laugh left him quickly as he looked away from the both of you rocking back and forth in his shows “ well um y/n “ he coughed “ you see we were — we’re guys y/n we were making jokes and you see lev doesn’t understand “

“ well I do so explain “

he jumped “ we thought— “

“ not quick enough you sweaty catboy“

“ god ok he came to us wanting to know how to compliment you he said he didn’t want to say anything dumb and —so that made us realize we can really make him do anything cause he’s so clueless—thought if we could get lev to say some dumb shit—trust me we didn’t go that far “ he said pointing to lev who was picking up the balls you’d dropped on the floor chasing after one that rolled away

“ then you’d break up with him and I guess at least one of us would have a chance — well except kenma he says he has princess peach as his wife —wait who the fu—I actually don’t know who that is ken is that an online girlfriend “

he furrowed his brows actually puzzled by his earlier words “ I don’t know why it seemed so normal to me at the time “

he shook his head “ but lev is so fucking stupid that he said everything fucking wrong — we literally just told him what we personally like about you —gave him some corny pickup lines but he said everything wrong like even the phrase about your makeup we were saying how you don’t wear any or when you do it’s not obvious because your natural beauty just radiates through it— then the next thing we talked about is how strong and just how you take directive I guess — and we — we thought it was hot “

“ then where did he get the stuff he said from “ your voice went high now you were confused he couldn’t have made that stuff up

“ y/n he’s just fucking stupid where do you think “ he rolled his eyes “ he made it up because he didn’t understand “

levs eyes widened as he had stopped paying attention to the situation taking place hours ago “ uh I cannot confirm or deny that statement but I will say you are very very beautiful my love “

your heart warmed as the team groaned your body moving into his as you kissed him softly “ did I do something wrong ? “

“ no lev your ok “

“ ok I never want you to feel bad or like y’know how kenma feels I always feel like he’s so angry “ your boyfriend shivered as he locked eyes with kenma who was ready to pounce on him claws showed as he gripped his game harshly “ see —- so angry “

“ not angry lev just “ you looked at him seriously “ babe you have to pay attention to what you say you may say something really really wrong to me one day and then — “

“ and then you’ll tell me what I did wrong while we cuddle and drink hot chocolate“

you smiled squeezing him harder “ no — then i’ll break your kneecaps so you’ll never be able to play volley again and i’ll dye your hair black in your sleep so people will think you look like a tall dirty mop “

he shook before he led you out of the door the team watching as you left leaving all of them to curse silently about their failed plan “ he’s the stupidest guy on the team and he — he got that “

“ bet he doesn’t even know what he’s doing when he’s tapping it “

kuroo laughed “ yeah right like he even gets that far — they probably gotta explain how to continue a kiss without him focusing and staring straight into their eyes — he’s probably learning how to ‘multitask’ right now as we speak—lucky idiot “

the doors to the gym slammed open roughly a few minutes later as you held levs hand tightly behind the door “ HEY ASSHOLES “

everyone tuned to you in fear for themselves and the tall male behind you who you dragged like a mom in a store his eyes stuck on the lollipop that stuck out from his mouth “ guys y/n found me a lollipop—she stuffed it in my mouth when I told her the joke you guys told me to “

“ w-what joke “

“ the one where I called the sex line and said that I requested them because I heard good reviews “

the teams heads all dropped knowing they’d never said anything of the sort or even along the line he’d messed up their original words yet again and put not only himself but them in danger

“ if you guys ever try to taint my boyfriend with your dumb fucking words again I swear I will end you all —kenma i’ll buy every copy of the new game that you want that’s coming out — literally blow all my money so you can’t ever play the stupid game until im ready to allow you to “ his mouth going up in an o as he still had his attention on his game hands only tightening a bit at the threat his body moving behind kuroo for safety

“ kuroos chemistry lab will become a garbage chute for my lunch trays “ kuroos body slumping as he draped himself over kenma only to get pushed off and fall on the floor in pain your mouth moving to tell everyone else on the team what would happen if they didn’t respect your boyfriend and treat him like the nice , caring guy he was

Until finally you flashed a smile and walked off leaving the team in disarray as they couldn’t figure out if you just grew that much hotter or if they were having heat flash from the pissed off emotions they felt when lev turned around and winked at them while he ran his hand down your shoulder to land at your lower back as he followed you out

#kenma x you #haikyuu kenma #kenma hcs #kenma x reader #haikyuu kozume #kozume x you #kozume kenma #hq kozume #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo headcanons #lev haiba #haiba x reader #haiba lev imagine #lev haikyuu #lev x y/n #lev x reader #lev x you #nekoma #haikyuu x s/o #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq x y/n

[solemnly-mischievous]

HOLY SHIT RIVALRY WAS SOOOO F@&KIMG GOOD OH MY 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I was wondering you would be open to doing a jealous draco smut with breeding kink? Maybe you’re wearing a short sundress that’s riding up and getting looks from the guys and he pulls you aside 🥵

very glad to hear you enjoyed rivalry! read this request and wrote it in like two hours. here you go, anon, hope you like it too ;)

Contains: Breeding kink, jealousy, possessiveness (like... kind of a lot of that), large amounts of dirty talk, themes of exhibitionism (only mentioned)

Word count: 1.6K

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Of course you didn't purposely choose the smallest sundress you owned to wear that day. It was the only sundress you packed to bring to Malfoy Manor for the summer. You'd never intentionally wound up Draco—you aren't a brat or anything... on most days.

But maybe. Just maybe. You enjoyed seeing how his eyes had widened when you'd revealed your outfit. Maybe you liked how his eyes were constantly on you, your exposed skin, the deeper-than-necessary neckline. Your thighs.

And, alright, maybe this sundress was less a dress than a gratuitously long shirt.

But still. You never meant to get him so bothered.

You're also decidedly not complaining.

The day is truly hot and bright in the "backyard" of Malfoy Manor, the sun heating up your skin so much you're coated in a light sheen of sweat, despite your lack of clothing. You, Draco, and a couple other friends are about a three-minute walk away from the Manor, lounging by the beach.

You weren't even aware the Malfoy Manor was near a beach, but the more you know.

The other boys have unbuttoned their shirts in the heat, currently in various stages of modest undress—Blaise Zabini has his shirt fully off, while Theo Nott's is unbuttoned but stayed, reluctantly, on his body. It's soaked, though—you don't count on it staying on for much longer.

Draco, on the other hand, has his shirt fully buttoned, and his black outfit cuts a stark, imposing figure in the bright day. His gaze lingers on you as you stretch in the sun, the sundress riding up with your movements until they barely reach mid-thigh.

He hasn't said much since you emerged from your room in that dress, but he looks as though he's about to say something now.

"Hey!" Theo calls your name and you turn, the Slytherin boy tossing you a chilled glass bottle filled with lemonade. "I brought some along. You look parched."

"I am," you say gratefully, taking the lemonade and uncorking it. It's delightfully cold, and the lemonade tastes heavenly, sweet and sour perfectly balanced. "Bloody hell, Theo, what'd you put in these?"

"It's so bloody good, isn't it," Blaise says, chugging his own bottle before giving a satisfied sigh. "I'm telling you: Drugs."

"A dash of magic," Theo replies to you, grinning. You laugh. Beside you, Draco tenses.

"C'mon, Draco, try some," you urge him, holding the glass bottle out. "It's so good."

"I'm good, thanks," Draco declines, and you shrug.

"More for me, then." You tip the lemonade back, exposing your neck and collarbones as you lift your head, and you finish the whole small bottle in a few large gulps. Your throat bobs as you swallow, and you feel Draco's unrelenting stare on you.

Lowering the empty bottle, you feel a rush of euphoria as the sugar hits your system. Combined with the relief from the pressing heat, you can't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

Draco stiffens next to you, but you only turn to offer Theo a large pleading smile. "Tell me you brought more."

Theo looks like he's been caught in headlights, and takes a moment to unfreeze before he can register the sentence. His gaze trails down your body playfully, lingering at your neckline, how you're breathing harder than usual from drinking. "I might've. What's in it for me, doll?"

"Huh?" You blink in confusion.

"I could be persuaded to give you more," Theo says suggestively, winking, and then Draco is grabbing your arm and Apparating away from the beachside.

"Going to grab sunscreen!" is the only explanation he yells at his friends before the two of you vanish.

The two of you appear in Draco's room, you stumbling with the force of the arrival.

"Draco, what—"

"Don't," he warns, and kisses you without warning. The force of it takes you by surprise, and you fall backwards onto his bed, bringing him with you.

Draco nips at your bottom lip and trails down your neck, biting into the delicate skin there. You yelp, then moan, and your fingers clutch desperately at his shirt.

"Gonna hex him," Draco mutters, before sucking another hickey into the skin around your collarbone. You whimper from the feeling.

"What—what do you mean—Theo?"

"No, bloody Hagrid," he drawls, and pushes you into his mattress. He pins you down, and there's a light in his eyes that's almost—possessive. "Yes, Theo."

"Why?" And then you realize. "Oh—no, Draco, he was just joking."

"I don't bloody care." The blond tugs at your sundress, almost too harshly. "He wanted you. I could tell. Blaise did too. I can't blame them, with you looking like this. Bet they wanted to rip this dress off your pretty body and fuck you in the sand."

"I—"

"I'm still wondering what to do with it," Draco continues, cutting you off. "Should I let you keep it on while I fuck you? So we can get it all dirtied and wrinkled, for when we return to the beach?"

Your face flushes at the idea of Theo and Blaise seeing you in freshly-fucked apparel, dress all uneven and stained with sweat and Merlin knows what else. They'd know—oh, they'd know, alright.

"Or," Draco muses, his voice darkening, "should I tear it off of you? You could wear one of my shirts back. Just the shirt, though."

"Draco," you whine, clamping your thighs together to get some friction. He's talking too much, not touching you enough, and you grind upwards into his leg to try and get his attention.

"Slow down now, or I'll tear this dress off you and not let you dress properly before I Apparate us back," Draco warns, and you still your motions. "There we go. Good girl."

He seems to be impatient as well, though, as he shrugs off his shirt hurriedly and kicks off his trousers. "I think I'll fuck you with the dress on. Let it be a reminder, hm?"

"Yes, please, just—" And then he's pushing your sundress up roughly, exposing much of your abdomen and a sliver of your bra, and tugging your panties to the side roughly. He doesn't even have the patience to take them off.

"Gonna show them you're mine," Draco growls, sinking two fingers in at once deep into your cunt, and you let out a loud, surprised moan. "Good thing no one's home, love. I'm going to make you scream."

He thrusts in and out, fucking you roughly with his fingers, until he's deemed you loose enough to curl his fingers in. They brush against the spot that makes you see stars and you moan his name loudly, the end of the moan tapering off into a desperate whine.

"Draco, fuck, fuck me," you babble, and he seems to agree, kicking his boxers off and giving his cock a few rough tugs with his free hand before drawing out his fingers.

You don't even have time to process the loss before Draco's pressing in, your cunt tight and wet around him. He groans out a stifled curse, bottoming out and bumping against your cervix, and you whimper from the stretch.

"After I'm done with you, love, no one will touch you," he murmurs, and then he starts to move. He fucks into you slowly at first, keeping a steady rhythm, and then he's pounding into you with a vengeance, hitting your sweet spot with every few thrusts. "They'll know you're mine. Mine to love and fuck and keep."

"Yours," you repeat, although he could've said anything in that moment and you would've agreed wholeheartedly.

"I'm gonna fill you up, love," Draco pants, his rhythm unrelenting. He has a hand on your bared abdomen, and he grips you so tight you think you might bruise. "Gonna fill you up with my cum 'till you're dripping, gonna fucking breed you so you'll always be mine—"

You clench involuntarily around him at his words, a fresh wave of arousal making you drip around his cock. "Oh, bloody hell—Draco!"

"Yeah? You like the sound of that?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as he fucks you fast and rough. "Good."

"Please," you whisper, "please, fuck, come in me, fill me up, make me yours—"

"Mine," Draco echoes, and one of his hands reaches to your clit, circling it playfully, flicking it occasionally so you lurch and clench around him in pleasure. "I'll fuck you over and over until we get there, love, don't think I won't—gonna make you carry my heirs, then you'll wholly be mine."

"Fuck, Draco!" you moan as you come, and Draco groans lowly when you clench and tighten around him in your orgasm. "Oh, fuck, yes, please, make me all yours, pump me full and claim me—"

With a strangled moan, Draco comes inside of you, and you feel him filling you up as he'd promised—painting your insides with his release and pulling out after he's emptied himself. He admires his work: You, well-fucked and blissed out, the sundress rumpled and soaked in sweat.

"Good girl," he praises, Summoning a washcloth from his bathroom and pressing the cold, soothing fabric to your face. "You did so good."

"'m yours," you murmur, smiling delightedly at him. "Aren't I?"

"Yes, love." Draco's eyes gleam with a sudden idea, and instead of leaning over to clean your oversensitive, dripping cunt, he tugs your panties back into place. Your brows furrow in confusion.

"So we can make sure you're truly filled up, hm?" He tilts his head, as if to ask if it's alright with you, and you nod, heat pooling in your abdomen at the idea of walking around all day with Draco's release still inside of you, dripping into your panties, maybe even soaking through them.

A thought occurs to you. "But—they might see!"

Draco smirks at you lazily, raising an eyebrow.

"So?"

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neutral, chap. 4 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary after waking from a taunting nightmare, tommy expels some late night energy on some wandering mobs. you give him another lesson about taking care of himself, even when working hard, and tommy asks if you’ll teach him archery, which, of course, doesn’t go without entertainment.

warnings nightmares, mob killing

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he was running again. he didn’t know where or from what, but his legs carried him far and strongly, weaving him through trees and grass and other obstacles along the way. he didn’t know how in danger he was, but he wasn’t going to stop and find out.

then he tripped.

when he flipped onto his back, it was that goddamn mask staring down at him, the lips just under it laughing, “you’re so weak, tommy! did you do anything while you were in neutral?” then his axe came down and tommy braced himself for the pain and release of death.

he woke up instead.

sweating under his covers, tommy sucked in a harsh breath as he sat up. he threw the soft cotton off of him, running a warm hand down his face. it was just a dream; he was safe in neutral.

looking out of the window next to him, he saw the moon still high in the sky, casting a cool light into his bedroom. dream’s words rang through his head like a bell, and he rubbed at his temples with a sigh. was he actually getting weak? was relaxing such a bad thing? at the very least, some part of him must have thought so to conjure a nightmare like that..

with another sigh, tommy lifted himself out of bed and flipped open the ender chest. he drew out his sword before heading to the main floor of the house.

when he reached the bottom of the stairs, a voice called out to him, “tommy?” his heart nearly stopped for a moment, before peeking into the kitchen and realizing it was just y/n. she sat in candlelight, writing in a small journal with a slice of half-eaten pumpkin pie next to her. “are you alright?”

“yeah,” he breathed, his voice still heavy with sleep. “just gonna go kill some mobs.”

she nodded. she looked tired, and a part of tommy felt bad knowing that she was most definitely going to wait for him to return. “okay. have at it, kid.”

he nodded, turning to leave the kitchen. before he did so, he pursed his lips and looked over his shoulder to y/n. “you should go to bed.”

she gave him a smile, scribbling something down in the small journal. “i will, tommy. just gotta finish this up..” his natural curiosity was drawn to the small book, and he almost asked y/n what she was writing. but then dream’s voice rang through his mind again, and tommy silently headed for the doors of the house.

the night air was refreshing on his warm skin, cool and still as the moon illuminated the frontal beauty of neutral territory. he took a deep, calming breath of that crisp air before focusing on the task at hand: proving to himself that dream was wrong. that dream is always wrong.

after about twenty zombies, ten spiders, countless creepers, and a few endermen, tommy finally felt the burn in his arms become nearly too much to bear. he panted as he struck down one last spider, turning and finally deciding to return back to the comfort of y/n’s home.

he sheathed his sword when he finally entered the house, going straight to the kitchen to see that y/n was still awake and writing in her small journal.

“ready to go to bed?” he asked gruffly.

she looked up slowly before nodding, placing her quill down and capping her ink. “any trouble out there?”

“no,” he spoke, shaking his head. “wrote everything you needed to?” y/n blew out her candle and went to join the boy in the doorway to the kitchen.

“as much as i could, anyway,” she shrugged, smiling lazily as they began to walk toward the stairs. “what was your nightmare about?”

tommy was slightly startled, but a little too tired to react drastically to y/n’s deduction. “how’d you know i had a nightmare?”

“i’ve had them before,” she said simply. “and it seemed natural that you’d expel some energy onto mobs after such a thing.”

“you’re smart,” tommy credited.

“thank you,” y/n yawned.

they continued to climb the stairs in silence as tommy considered his words. “i was being hunted by dream again, but this time you weren’t there to save me. he called me weak and killed me.”

“so you wanted to prove to yourself that despite allowing yourself peace, you didn’t have to sacrifice your strength to get there,” y/n summed.

the boy half-smiled. she was spot on, as always. “exactly,” tommy breathed. 

y/n was silent for a moment as she thought. they stopped at the hallway to tommy’s room and it then occurred to tommy’s tired mind that her room was downstairs; she was walking with him because she cared about him. 

“honestly, tommy, if this is a real concern for you, then there is no harm in taking time out of your day to work out and train,” y/n spoke. “but the most important thing is to recognize when enough is enough, and when enough becomes too much. you’ve allowed yourself peace and care for the last two weeks, and achieving such a state doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice fighting or training; it just means that you need to be more aware and in tune with yourself as you’re doing it.” tommy nodded.

“don’t overwork yourself, is the summary here,” she said, picking a cobweb off of his shirt. “let yourself do the things you want, but make sure it’s not wearing you down. that’s taking care of yourself.”

“alright,” tommy spoke quietly. “thank you, y/n.”

“of course, kid,” she smiled. “get some sleep, alright? if you have another nightmare you’re free to bother me.” tommy nodded again. “good night, tommy.”

“good night, y/n,” he yawned as she turned to head down to her room. he made sure he heard her door shut before finally heading to his own room.

...

“can you teach me archery?” tommy questioned the next morning at breakfast. it was a question that had bugged him since y/n had first revealed her skills just a few days prior, and since he was going to start training, he figured that might be a good place to start.

“sure,” she chuckled as she scooped some more fruit onto his nearly half-eaten plate of french toast.

“why the laugh?” he questioned through a mouthful of berries.

she shrugged to herself. “your curiosity is showing.”

“i’ve been wondering about it since you took out the mob,” tommy admitted. “if i want to get stronger.. i think this is a good way to.”

“perfecting a skill is the perfect way to get stronger,” y/n voiced. “of course i’ll teach you, kid.” she smiled and he turned back to his breakfast with his own grin. “finish up your food and meet me in the basement; we gotta get you a bow first.”

tommy hadn’t been in the basement of the house yet. he opened the heavy, dusty trapdoor and assumed y/n didn’t go down their often either. he slid down the ladder easily and was immediately hit with heat.

y/n had a welding station upstairs in her shop area, but the basement had a more broad and intense version of that area. several anvils, all cracked and rusted and adorned with different materials were scattered in a sort of pattern amongst the space, a fire burning high in a fireplace at the far side of the room. seeing no sign of y/n, tommy moved to the room to his left.

the next room held a large nether portal, as well as a small farm for netherwart. the dark room felt empty to him, and he had to remind himself that he was in fact in y/n’s house still. he remembered she had said that she didn’t like going to the nether.

“i’m in here, tommy!” she called out. he took another left into a small storage room, where y/n was rustling through a chest. “how tall are you, kid?”

“6’1”,” he answered.

y/n smiled. “you’re a lot taller than i’ll ever be.” she took out a pretty oak bow, slightly scratched and obviously old. “you’ll have to use this for now, until i can make you one that’s your size.” he took the bow from her hands, shrugging.

“it’s fine.”

“good,” she hummed, still shuffling through the chest as tommy took the time to look around the small room.

“what’re the dispensers for?” tommy asked, staring at the wall that held the three stone tools.

“im nothing if not prepared, tommy,” y/n spoke as she took out a quiver and began to fill it with arrows for him. “in case of emergency, those dispensers will set off flares to let others know that im in trouble or that neutral is in danger.”

tommy nodded, still looking at the obviously unused dispensers. “smart.”

“i hope so,” she sighed, handing him the quiver of arrows. he strapped it around himself as she continued, “let’s just hope i never have to use them, yeah?”

“yeah,” he chuckled. she gave him a smile, hoisting her bow higher in her grip.

“you ready to shoot some things?”

...

“relax your shoulders,” y/n reminded. tommy did so, his fingers still white with effort against the taut string of the bow. “don’t pull so hard, tommy. you’re shaking.” he sighed as he let the string and arrow go limp, lowering his bow as y/n approached him closer.

it was his second day of archery training, and he was still missing nearly every target. y/n was a calm and collected teacher, offering him advice that was pointed directly for him and reassured him that there was no rush in the learning process. but after missing fifteen or so shots in a row, tommy was getting frustrated.

and it didn’t help with sapnap and george staring at him through the kitchen windows.

“doin’ great, kid,” sapnap encouraged weakly, taking a drink of the lemonade y/n had lovingly prepared for the boys. just watching the older man sip made tommy’s mouth dry, but he was determined to make five shots in a row before taking a break.

tommy glared at the man before turning his gaze back to his mentor. “ignore him, tommy,” y/n spoke gently. “nick couldn’t hit a target if it was three paces away.”

“that’s a lie!”

“im kidding,” y/n laughed, placing a hand on tommy’s shoulder and turning him away from the distraction that was sapnap. “but seriously, there’s almost always going to be someone watching when you shoot. the more you can tune them out, the better. just focus on your aim--and make sure your grip is looser. you’re gonna snap that string in no time otherwise.”

“loose grip, focus on aim,” tommy breathed and she patted his shoulder as he turned back to the target ahead of him. he hoisted the bow up slowly and pulled the string back just enough that it wasn’t fully taut. he made sure his aim was a little higher than his target, and released the whizzing arrow. the arrow pierced just outside of the center ring.

“perfect,” y/n smiled. “now, do it again.” and he did, taking another deep breath and allowing himself to focus in on the feel of the rough wood on his fingertips, and the tight string he was pulling. the arrow hit just beside his last. she nodded encouragingly. “keep going.”

tommy could feel his heart start to thump in his chest from the excitement of his accurate aim. he took another calming breath and watched as the arrow lodged closer to the center.

“great aim,” she complimented and he grinned as he pulled another one back, trying to contain his shaking as he aimed. the arrow shot lower than his previous, but on the target nonetheless. “still a good shot. one more?”

“yeah,” tommy nodded, licking his dry lips as he retrieved another arrow from his quiver. heart still thumping with utter excitement and pride at y/n complimentary words, he quickly released the arrow and his smile dropped as the arrow lodged into the ground before the target.

“hey, that’s fine!” y/n assured as tommy groaned and dropped his head. “four in a row is an amazing improvement, tommy. you should take a break and reward yourself.”

tommy sighed, looking to the shameful arrow. “yeah. alright.” he dropped the bow to the ground along with his quiver. he looked to his slightly splintered fingers. “im gonna go.. wash up.”

“alright,” y/n smiled as tommy scampered away. she entered into the open kitchen, smiling at her guests. “you boys doing alright?”

they nodded. “when did you take up parenting, y/n?” george giggled. she rolled her eyes as she went to pour her and tommy their own glasses of lemonade. “no, seriously! you care for that kid a lot, it-it’s not a bad thing!”

she sighed, leaning against her counter as she sipped at her lemonade. “i know you two haven’t always agreed with him in the past, but i think tommy’s a good kid. i like his ethic, and i think he has a lot of potential. but that being said..” she shook her head. “he’s so young.” the boys nodded. “he’s been thrown into such a life of chaos and destruction, and im not saying he’s at all innocent, but.. i think it’s good for him to learn that there’s more to this world than just war and enemies. there’s...”

“neutral,” sapnap finished for her. she let out a laugh.

“yeah, neutral,” she agreed, tapping her fingers against her cold glass. “but, yeah, if teaching him peace and self care is motherly of me..” she shrugged. “then i guess im alright with being a parent.”

“that’s sweet,” sapnap nodded. “i hate it.” the three of them laughed, y/n laying a light slap on the man’s arm before tommy’s voice called out to her.

“y/n! can i have some help?”

“im coming!” she called back, setting down her glass of lemonade.

“go help your poor son,” george teased, resting his head in his hand as he gazed at y/n amusedly. she rolled her eyes.

“behave, you two,” she laughed before leaving the kitchen.

there was a moment of silence before george spoke, “i do think it’s quite sweet how y/n’s taken tommy in. i think it’s good for both of them.”

“you say that now,” sapnap sighed, leaning back in his chair. “but just wait until tommy’s back to feeling 100% and y/n’s going around saying “pog” all the time.”

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Hello! Can you write monster trio reaction to someone flirting with their crush? Please ☀💛

[One Piece Headcanons] Monster Trio -> when someone flirts with their crush

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji Tags: female reader, jealous boys Author's Note: Thank you for the request! I love me some jealous boys. There's something about it that just hits right with me. 💖

MONKEY D. LUFFY

One clueless boi.

Figures out that he has a crush on you when he explains how he feels about you to Usopp.

Doesn't quite know how to express his feelings for you in a way that you'll understand.

Interrupts the other person from flirting with you.

"Hey, I found you!"

Barging in from god knows where, Luffy interrupts the man's playful antics by sandwiching himself in the tight space between you and the stranger.

Caught off-guard, the flirtatious man begins to shove the pirate captain away from his face, resulting in Luffy's muscular torso squeezing against your much softer one. The feel of his solid body against yours is enough to cause you to blush, prompting you to create some distance by pushing him away to the side.

"Listen, pal—" the man begins, about to give the straw hat pirate a piece of his mind for violating your personal space, but not before getting rudely interrupted again.

"Who's this guy?"

"An acquaintance," you pipe up instantly in response to your captain's inquiry, omitting the piece of information where this stranger spent the last twenty minutes hitting on you.

Apologizing for your captain's childish behavior, you give him a brief rundown of who precisely the straw hat-wearing pirate is.

"I'll call him porcupine from now on," Luffy says, pleased with the nickname given to the man sitting across from you, "Since he has spiky brown hair that reminds me of a porcupine!"

"I appreciate you taking the time to ask me out," you address the stranger, grabbing hold of Luffy's stretchy arm in the process, "But I don't think this is gonna work."

Pleased with the way events were unfolding, Luffy flashes you a toothy grin to which you cock an eyebrow in response.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I-I don't know what you mean," he says, puckering his lips to the side. A telltale sign of an obvious lie.

You can't help but feel ridiculous for having a crush on the most insufferable pirate captain in all of existence, hoping that he, too, feels the same way as you do.

RORONOA ZORO

Only recently comes to terms with his feelings for you.

Hasn't figured out how he'll confess.

After all, romantic love is uncharted territory for him.

Won't really do anything unless he feels that you're in danger.

Pretends to be preoccupied with something else; ends up eavesdropping on your conversation with the flirtatious individual.

Inwardly though, he's more bothered than he lets on.

"Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to grab a coffee with me? I'd love to show you around town," the man says to you earnestly.

The sound of steel clashing against metal echoes loudly enough to startle people, their heads swiveling toward the origin of the noise.

In the corner of the room, the one-eyed swordsman sits upright, body tense in concentration while meticulously polishing Wado Ichimonji, one of his three signature blades.

Zoro ignores the curious looks thrown his way, focused instead on your interaction with the man in front of you.

The stranger's proposal was genuine enough. Objectively, he was undoubtedly an attractive man. Friendly and polite too from your conversations with him throughout the night.

He just... wasn't your type.

You were more interested in rougher-looking men. Someone who was strong but would never abuse their strength to harm the weak. Someone who was stoic but also had a heart of gold. Someone like—

Zoro glances in your direction, seeing the hesitation on your face in accepting the man's offer.

"Sorry, I don't think I can make it. I promised to do something with a friend," you explain, settling with a half-assed excuse for fear of confrontation.

It wasn't exactly a lie, not really. You did have plans to retrieve some supplies with a certain green-haired swordsman, though they weren't until much later in the day. But this man didn't need to know that.

Zoro wouldn't mind if you used him as an excuse.

The Pirate Hunter's shoulders relax considerably at your statement, switching his attention from you back to his current task.

Face expressing his disappointment at your rejection, the man's posture visibly deflates. "Maybe the next day then?" he adds as an afterthought.

Biting your lip guiltily, you shake your head, stray hair falling across your forehead. "Sorry, I can't. Our crew is leaving tomorrow night."

"Damn," the man says, scratching the back of his head in awkwardness before adopting a fake smile — one you choose to let slide. "I'm gonna miss you. After all, it's not every day that I get to meet such a fine young lady with the guts to traverse the terrors of the Grand Line. You take care of yourself, all right?"

"You flatter me," you giggle, cheeks tinged pink at the man's sincere compliment, "And likewise."

At the sound of your unrestrained laughter, Zoro pauses, deeply craving for the moment that he, too, becomes the recipient of your happiness.

SANJI

The person who flirts with you, his precious lady, better prepare for some ass-whooping.

Technically, Sanji can't call you his — not yet — though he has been thinking of the perfect way to confess to you.

Still, even though you're not officially together, he'll never not be feral when you're involved.

Deliberating for a few seconds before gesturing toward you, the stranger places his order with the barkeep and says, "And anything the pretty lady desires."

Pointer finger circling the rim of your shot glass in consideration, you smile at the stranger in gratitude. "In that case, I'll take another round then."

Exchanging a round of pleasantries and small talk, you and the stranger become reasonably familiar with one another.

Familiar enough to know that this man would rather whisk you away to a more private setting than converse with you under the public's watchful eye.

"I know of a better way we can spend the night together," he murmurs suggestively, low enough for you to hear despite the idle chatter in the background.

"Do you now?"

You weren't returning his flirtatious words, but you weren't exactly declining them either until you spot a tuft of blond hair in the corner of your vision, striding toward you with purpose.

When Sanji arrives, he's gushing praise and amorous advances, all for you. Ignored and uncomfortable with watching another man proclaim his underlying love and devotion to you, your newfound drinking buddy clears his throat to get your attention, earning a scornful glare from the cook.

"Who's this shitty and rude bastard?"

Unsurprising to you, Sanji doesn't even try to act civil. Your drinking buddy, however, is astonished by the cook's open hostility, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Sanji doesn't buy the man's innocent charade, one eye squinting in distrust as he presses on, "I asked you a question."

Leaving out his invitation to you for more lewd nightly activities, your drinking buddy settles for a half-truth, "Just a guy she met at the bar."

Amused with the blond's jealous streak, you decide to cut in before things escalate beyond your control, "Any particular reason you're here, Sanji?"

At the sweet lull of your voice calling his name, the cook resumes his lovestruck behavior with a hint of seriousness when he whispers the sobering news to you, "Marines were recently spotted in town. We're leaving, my dear."

Seizing the opportunity, Sanji offers his hand, palm up, for you to take, and the significance of his action is not lost to you.

You recall his strict policy for only using his hands for cooking — how, as a child, Sanji found solace from abuse by preparing meals for his sickly mother, sparking his lifelong interest in the culinary arts.

Touched, you place your hand in his, a picture-perfect rendition of a prince charming whisking away his lovely bride-to-be. You tell him exactly that, and he graces you with an amused chuckle and a soft smile.

If only people knew the real reason you and him were fleeing the scene.

"Let me be your Mr. Prince then."

Your delicate hand dwarfs in comparison to his larger one, but that doesn't stop you from interlocking your fingers together like two intimate lovers.

Neither one of you says anything else, coming to the same silent conclusion that your growing feelings for each other would have to be addressed sometime soon.

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