#I see what they wanted and I’m just disappointed it didn’t fully pan out

[impossible-rat-babies]

the sage quests certainly. exist.

[rafayelsss]

CHARCOAL PANCAKES ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ content: rafayel x gn!reader, no y/n, clingy raf, calls you angelfish in place of y/n

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rafayel keeps distracting you from cooking in the morning...

“Rafayel.”

All you’re met with is a sleepy grumble and a soft nuzzle to your neck, feeling his bangs gently tickle your skin as the strands brush against you.

“Rafayel.”

You repeat sternly, setting down the spatula to slightly crane your head back to look at his pouty little face, nestled in the crook of your neck. He lets out a dramatic groan as he wraps his arms around your waist tighter.

“What’s the problem, angelfish? Do you hate me so much to not let me even cuddle you a liiiittle bit?” Rafayel whined, putting on his best puppy dog eyes on display. 

You could never hate him, of course not… But you’d doubt either of you would want burnt pancakes for breakfast. Really, you should have been prepared for him to pull this act again, he, without fail, always got so… Clingy in the mornings. Not that he wasn’t clingy already, but it's turned up to the max in the early hours, it seems. 

Rafayel hung onto you like a koala every time. And you, being the figurative giving tree, could barely even have the heart to push him away. Even though you know you both will end up eating breakfast with either a slight charred flavor, or scraps you could salvage that dropped on the floor.

You sighed at his theatrics, fully aware that this would be a regular occurrence. His needy self had a way of disarming your self-control, and you couldn’t help but indulge in him.

“Rafayel, it’ll be much comfier to cuddle on the couch when I’m done cooking.” You ruffle his hair as you try to extract yourself from his grip, but it only tightens further.

“You’re just trying to get me to leave.” Rafayel started, his hands running up and down your sides in an admittedly soothing manner, silently, and slowly trying to persuade you to drop the pan and return his affections.

You hold in a snort of amusement. Of course you were trying to shoo him off. You couldn’t exactly focus on cooking a decent meal with a fully-grown man’s arms constantly around you.

But you couldn’t tell him that. No, Rafayel, being the brat he is, would whine and groan about it if you were to tell him, and constantly quote it down to the exact intonation and tone if you tried to hug him, saying something like, ‘I thought you didn’t want to be in this fully-grown man’s arms?’.

You smile at him and rest your free hand over one of his that stayed stationed at your waist, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand in circles. “I promise it’s not about wanting to exile you from my presence. It’s about the fact that I really need to pay attention here if I don’t wanna burn anything down.”

Rafayel protested by giving your hips a sudden squeeze, earning a startled soft gasp from you.

“Am I really distracting you that much? Because if that’s the case, good. Your eyes, ears and lips should always be on me. We can always order in.”

“Most shops around here don’t even open until hours later, Raf.”

You see his brows crease as you watch him weigh over his options in his head. Gears were a-turnin’ in motion in that little noggin. Eventually, he relented, loosening his grip on you yet not pulling away completely to peck your cheek.

Rafayel finally departs reluctantly to move over to the side of the smooth marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest, he still had a look of childish unwillingness as he leaned on it.

“Fiiiiine. As long as you promise to pay me back with your full attention later.”

Who could ever forget. You roll your eyes lightheartedly at his insistence.

“Deal, full attention guaranteed. Now help me finish up with plating this before we end up with a culinary disappointment.”

[tonowariswife]

tonowari x fem reader

word count:1028

NOT FULLY PROOFREAD ANGST??

Tears fill your daughter's eyes. That sight is enough to break your heart in half. Tsireya snuck off with Loak beyond the reef. I know they knew better but Tonowari was too hard on her. He lets her go and you start a conversation with him about today. “You’re too hard on her my love,” I say, referring to Tsireya, grabbing some fresh fish from the daily catch. I sit it down on the table and begin to cut it.

“I must be tough on these kids for the future of our people.” He says, sighing and rubbing his forehead. I shook my head, cutting the fish slightly harder. “It isn’t always about our people Tonowari, this is about our children. By chance, they need to lead our people.” He gets up and sits next to me. I stop cutting and look him in the eyes. We have a conversation by looking into each other's eyes. “I understand why she left past the reef with him, she was blinded by love,” I said to him tilting my head toward him smiling then grabbing the fish and setting it down by the pot to cook it. “Yes, but what could she know about love?” Tonowari asks, confused about his youngest child in love. “The same thing we knew.” I smile, reminiscing on the time we snuck out of the village and swam around. I chuckle at the memory of us, having to bond with a random Ilu that just happened to be swimming around cause we lost ours.

“You remember when we were supposed to be studying but kept joking around and your mother got mad about it so we passed notes around?” I say lighting a small fire below the pot I was gonna cook the fish in. “But that was harmless jokes and note passing, not sneaking outside the reef!” He replies slightly raising his voice, I set the fish in the pan along with some herbs and seasoning. “That’s beside the point your daughter cried today knowing her father was disappointed in her. You shouldn’t have been so harsh my love” I turned my head toward him leaning on the Marui wall.

“But what if she gets hurt because of that boy?!” Tonowari yelled in a slightly shaky voice, he was worried for her, dare I say scared? I sigh and walk up to him. “You know that you wouldn’t allow that,” I say, grabbing his shoulders and rubbing them. “But what if I'm not there to save her? What if I fail?!” Tonowari replies by second-guessing himself. “You know that by the will of Eywa that will not be the case,” I say sighing, removing a hand from his shoulder and placing it upon his face. “If the day comes, we will worry about it then no sense if we focus on something that might never happen” He leans into my palm and frowns. “Perhaps you are right but I just want the best for her, I only said I was disappointed because I was scared she could get hurt.” He says lifting his head from my hand and allowing me to go and check on the fish. I lift it off the fire, blow out the fire and sit it back down. “She adores everything you do Tonowari, whether it’s a small speech or even catching fish. She watches everything you do with awe.” I smile, Tsireya was always her father's child. Even trying to catch her fish. “She’ll need you from now until her last breath, You know why? Because you're her father” I say still smiling with my husband. He leans his head down and places his forehead on mine as I kiss him. “Go talk to her. I’m sure she wants to talk to her father.” I lift my forehead and let him leave the Marui in search of his daughter.

Tonowari’s pov:

I walk across the beach and see my daughter sitting down near the edge of the water crying. Her body balled up with knees covering her face. I let out a shaky sigh realizing I caused this. I sit next to her and she looks up at me before scooting away. “What do you want?” I feel slightly shocked at her attitude but I couldn’t blame her. “I’m sorry,” I say, letting out a sigh and scooting closer to her. I placed my hand on her back, she didn’t budge, she just let out a couple of sniffles. “I was scared that when you went beyond the reef you could get hurt, anything and I wouldn’t be there to stop it..” She lifted her head eye’s slightly red. “I’m sorry to dad, I know better you were right to be disappointed in me” I almost broke down then and there. I could never be truly disappointed in her. I just wanted the best for her. “Oh no, you didn’t disappoint me, gave me a heck of a scare but you could never disappoint me.” I let out a chuckle and saw her smile slightly before I continued “You're my daughter. You and your siblings and mother are the things that keep me pushing. The stars in my night sky.” I say, I open my arms to her for a hug. It took her a second to start to close my arms before I felt her jump into my arms and hold me tightly. “I love you dad” I smile and whisper ‘I love you’ before being playful and picking her up and jumping into the water. I see her smile and we swim up before she splashes me.

Y/n stands on the beach smiling before calling out for Aonung. “Come get in the water, Mom!” Tsireya yells at her. She nods and tells Aonung to come in with her. “But momm I just got out, the water's cold!” Aonung complains. She reaches a little edge of the water before she tells Aonung to come here and pushes him into the water and laughs before cannonballing herself. We all laugh before having a few splash fights and swimming challenges. Like who can swim faster stuff like that.

SORRY FOR SHORT IMAGINE! I HAVE BEEN BUSY WITH SCHOOL BUT WILL GET MORE IMAGINES OUT SOON!

[nctsjiho]

Stay On The Phone

cw: none || era: 23 November 2022

❀ After all JiHo's "cuddle buddies" left the country, JiHo is on her own to fall asleep despite her fears and paranoia. This seems to be a little harder than expected, leaving JiHo to phone for some help

“Congratulations!” Jaemin smiled as soon as he heard the cheerful but tired voice coming from his phone. Although he was on a video call, all he could see was a familiar mess of hair and one greenish eye peeking from behind it.

“What for?” he asked in almost a whisper as he lowered himself back on his bed.

JiHo chuckled tiredly. Her voice sounded deeper than usual. This wasn’t just a tired JiHo, JiHo was most likely deprived of any sleep. “I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Finishing your concert well today?”

This time Jaemin chuckled. “JiHo-ya,” he called out for her softly. “I can’t see your pretty face.”

JiHo faked gagging, causing Jaemin to laugh a little more freely now. “Don’t talk to me in that voice,” she warned. Despite sounding annoyed, JiHo still fixed her position and camera angle so that Jaemin could see her face.

“What voice?”

“That baby voice you do,” she told him with a roll of her eyes.

“You secretly love it though.” JiHo didn’t respond, making the boy proud of leaving JiHo speechless. “Where are you?”

JiHo panned her phone around confirming Jaemin’s suspicion. “Why aren’t you in Doyoung hyung’s room?”

“Like you and Kun oppa, he also left me to rot,” she retorted in a deadpan manner. When she noticed Jaemin roll his eyes, the quiet sound of JiHo’s giggles softened Jaemin’s expression. “So I migrated to your room, because I had a movie night with Taro and Sungchannie. I cooked for them as well.”

“Why aren’t you in my bed though?” the boy asked, not noticing he was pouting. He was a little disappointed if he was being honest. “And is that Jeno’s sweater?”

JiHo looked down at the sweater and nodded. “I didn’t want to sleep in the scent of a traitor.”

“Jeno is literally here with me! He’s just as much of a traitor as I am.”

“So you admit it?” she said smugly, earning a groan from her friend. “No, it’s not that, Jaemin. I just know you don’t like when people sleep in your bed.”

At the confession, Jaemin shook his head. “I don’t mind if it’s you, JiHo…”

The next moments were silent. JiHo started playing with the pillows and blankets on Jeno’s bed and Jaemin just took in the sight of her on his screen. Although the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, there were a lot of unspoken words lingering in the air, yearning to be mentioned.

“You’re not sleeping well?” Jaemin asked. It took a few seconds, but Jaemin noticed the small shake of her head when it came. “Your apartment is liveable again, right? Maybe you would be more comfortable in your own bed.” Once again JiHo shook her head. Jaemin sighed. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Not particularly,” JiHo answered. “Maybe just stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep?”

Jaemin felt his heart get crushed a little, because he had promised to talk and hang out with some of his members before they headed back to bed. “Of course…” Jaemin mumbled awkwardly, causing JiHo to perk up.

“You don’t have to! I was just—”

Jaemin internally cursed at himself for being so obvious with his hesitation. He knew the members wouldn’t mind him prioritising JiHo, but he also felt like his time being with all 7 members of dream was precious and he didn’t want to miss out on all the memories they could make. “No, JiHo. Don’t apologise, I would love to stay on the phone with you.”

He wasn’t being insincere, but he wasn’t being completely honest either. “It’s fine, Jaemin. I’ll call Kun oppa,” she smiled, but the look in her eyes wasn't fully happy. “If you have something else to do or just want to have some alone time, please do.”

The screen on Jaemin’s end went black for a little as he dropped his phone onto his chest. He pulled at the strands of his hair and let out a groan before holding his phone back in front of him. “I’m sorry we all had to leave at the same time. I know you’re having a hard time now.”

“When don’t I,” JiHo chuckled.

“JiHo, that’s not funny,” he scolded earnestly. “I know you are scared and probably traumatised because of that creep that invaded your home. I know you have trouble falling asleep and I know that all the people you feel the most comfortable with in situations like these— oh I don’t even deserve to be one of those people. —that we aren’t there with you right now. I want to help you, but even when I’m right next to you I can’t.”

JiHo listened in silence as Jaemin grumbled those words—the annoyance, maybe even anger in his voice being very noticeable. “It’s fine, Jaemin,” she repeated herself. “You guys aren’t responsible for me, you don’t need to take care of me.”

“Who else will? Your parents live on the other side of the planet!”

“I’m an adult, I can take care of myself you know?” JiHo reminded him.

Jaemin let out another long sigh, “I know that, JiHo. I just— I want to take care of you.” Somehow Jaemin started to feel anger bubbling in his chest as so many thoughts filled his mind. “Goddamnit! There’s still some creep out there who set your house on fire, which could’ve killed you! Of course I want to help you. Knowing how scared I am for you, I can only imagine how you feel.”

“It’s—”

The sound of someone knocking on a door made JiHo flinch, even if it was the noise of Jaemin’s door she heard through the phone. Jaemin had noticed and couldn't help but sigh in a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

“Jaemin hyung? Are you coming?” It was clearly Chenle’s voice at the door. Jaemin looked down at his phone, seeing JiHo look at him with something resembling guilt on her face. “We’re waiting! Jaemin…” the younger man whined.

“Go ahead. I think I’ll be able to sleep now.”

Jaemin nodded reluctantly. “JiHo, promise me—”

“Yes. I will go to sleep.”

“No, I meant promise me that you’ll let us take care of you.”

JiHo chuckled, ”you already do.”

“I mean let us take care of you willingly. I want you to rely on us. Rely on me.”

JiHo nodded, but didn’t verbally respond. Noticing Jaemin was still eyeing her expectantly, JiHo held out her hand to her phone and lifted her pinky, virtually pinky-promising Jaemin’s request.

“And JiHo?” She nodded. “Sleep in my bed, it’s nicer than Jeno’s.”

With a shared giggle and a wave accompanied by a genuine smile the two ended the call.

Jaemin opened the door that had been subjected to unnecessary knocking for the past few seconds to find Chenle and Haechan staring at him with unamused looks. Jaemin shook his head before grabbing his jacket and following them to Jisung’s room.

“What took you so long?” Jeno asked as soon as the three entered the room.

“JiHo called,” he answered short. All the boys looked at each other confused and slightly worried.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

Jaemin shook his head to calm down the nerves of his members. “She just had a little trouble falling asleep,” he explained.

“Huh? Did she fall asleep now? Will she be fine?” Jisung asked as more worry grew.

“She said she would be,” Jaemin answered, but even on a surface level he knew that JiHo only said that because she felt bad for possibly keeping him away from his other plans.

Renjun scoffed and threw a pillow in his direction. “Ya. I know you don’t even believe that. That girl is so stubborn.”

“Hyung,” Jisung called out, causing all of the boys to look at him. He was nervously biting at his bottom lip before suggesting an idea. “What if we call noona back. She can talk with us until she falls asleep. I don’t know if that would keep her up though? Maybe it’s a bad idea! She wouldn’t be able to fall asleep through our conversations. Forget I said any—”

“What do you want, Haechan?” Before Jisung could say more, JiHo’s voice sounded clear in the room. He looked in the direction of Haechan who scoffed at his phone.

“Wah… And here I thought I was doing something nice. Maybe I’ll just hang up—”

“Wait!” JiHo yelled almost desperately, earning a smug smile from the boy. “What is it?”

“So Jaemin told us that you couldn’t sleep and our youngest here had a bright idea,” Haechan informed her and turned the phone to Jisung who was now faced with a sleepy JiHo.

With red cheeks and ears and an awkward cough Jisung waved at JiHo and began to explain his idea, “so yeah… Uhm I thought that maybe I thought you could stay on the phone with us until you fell asleep.”

JiHo chuckled and Jisung felt even more embarrassed with the 7 pairs of eyes looking at him—eager to tease him. Luckily, JiHo spared him some mercy.

“I would love to, Jisungie. Thank you.”

---

masterlists: main masterlist || jiho.writings masterlist

[sunshinereddie]

“Richie, I’m home!” 

When there wasn’t an immediate response, Eddie thought it was odd. On most days Richie got home before Eddie did, and when he didn’t greet Eddie at the door once he heard he jingling of keys in the lock, he always called back some sort of answer to Eddie’s “I’m home.” 

Eddie slipped his shoes off, listening for the sound of running water in case Richie was in the shower, or maybe the television was on in the living room and too loud for Richie to hear Eddie, but the apartment was silent. Eddie looked around him, seeing Richie’s boots were still there, and his coat was still hanging on the wall hook. It had been snowing outside all day, so certainly Richie wouldn’t have left without those. 

Eddie shrugged off his own coat, hanging it up beside Richie’s, and called out again. “Richie?” For a moment Eddie thought that maybe Richie had left the house for some errand after all, when a sudden clattering sound came from the other room, and a few seconds later Richie came rushing into view. 

His hair was all out of place, and he had a sort of panicked look in his wide eyes. “Hey, Eds!” he said, almost like he was out of breath, as he rushed forward to bring his husband into a hug and press a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “You... you’re home early!”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie in response, but looked up to Richie with slight confusion. “Yeah, it was a slow day today and there wasn’t much to do, so I got all my stuff done and decided to come home early. I texted you.” 

“You did? Oh, I... I didn’t see it. I’ve been, uh, busy.” 

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Is everything okay, Richie? You seem unsettled.” 

Richie looked down at him, and Eddie could see a response brewing in his mind, but whatever it was Richie was thinking of, he must have ultimately decided against it, as he just sighed and broke apart from their embrace. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess you’ll just have to see it now...” 

Before Eddie could ask what he meant, Richie took his hand, and pulled him into the kitchen. There, it took Eddie a few moments to fully take in what he was seeing. 

The kitchen, along with their dining room and living room, was completely decorated with red, white, and pink. Cut-out paper hearts were taped to the walls and the furniture, pink streamers hung alongside the curtains and lined the edges of the tables and countertops, and heart-shaped balloons floated against the ceiling. There were candles everywhere, and Eddie counted at least five bouquets of flowers sitting on their living room coffee table. In the kitchen, pots and pans and ingredients took up all available counter space, with something boiling away on the stove and an undecorated cake sitting on the countertop. 

It was only at that moment that Eddie remembered what day it was. February 14th: Valentine’s Day.

Eddie was still struggling for words, when Richie spoke up. “I’ve been so busy putting this together that I didn’t check my phone,” Richie said, sounding almost miserable. “I thought I would have at least another hour, and I wanted to have it all ready by the time you got home, but I guess now the surprise is ruined...” 

Eddie turned to face Richie, taking his husband’s hands in his and pulling Richie close. “Rich,” he said softly, trying to get Richie to look at him. “This is all... it’s amazing.” When Richie didn’t seem to cheer up, continuing to look down at the floor, Eddie crouched down slightly to force himself into Richie’s line of sight. “I love it, and I love you so much. With or without a surprise dinner.” 

When Eddie kissed him, it seemed to improve Richie’s mood a little bit, though Eddie could tell that he was still disappointed about his surprise. He quickly wracked his brain, trying to think of anything he could that might cheer his husband up. When an idea landed, Eddie smiled. He put a finger underneath Richie’s chin, tilting his head up. “Want me to go to the bedroom until you’re ready, and we can just pretend that I never saw anything?” 

Just as he expected, that made Richie smile. He nodded excitedly, and with another quick kiss, Eddie left to their bedroom while Richie rushed back to work. Eddie took a shower, for longer than he normally would, took extra time to fold and put away his clothes, and busied himself with some meaningless work for a while, until there came an excited melody of taps on the bedroom door, and Richie poked his head in.

“Oh, Eds?” he said with a smile. “Would you come to the kitchen with me for a moment?”

Eddie put his laptop away and held back a laugh, going along with Richie’s little charade. “Of course. What is it?”

When Eddie approached his husband, Richie slipped behind him and covered up his eyes with his hands. “It’s a surprise,” he said, and began to guide Eddie through the apartment.

Eddie could tell that they had entered the kitchen from the delicious smell of Richie’s cooking hitting his nose. Richie had always been a wonderful cook, and Eddie had to admit, his mouth had been watering for the past hour at the thought of what Richie was secretly preparing. When Richie stopped walking them forward, he slowly took his hands from Eddie’s face, and when Eddie looked around, the sight was even more spectacular than it had been before.

All of the decorations were still up, but now the lights were dim in the apartment, with several candles lit to make things more… romantic. The kitchen was spotless, the mess from earlier completely cleaned, aside from dishes of food that looked even better than it smelled. The bouquets of flowers were places in vases all throughout the kitchen, and when Eddie looked down at his feet, he saw a trail of red rose petals leading from where he was standing to their dining table.

Everything was so… perfect.

Eddie turned around to face Richie, whose expression was much happier and much brighter than it had been the first time Eddie saw the scene. “Surprise,” Richie said, in a low voice. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

Eddie felt his heart do a flip in his chest. Richie didn’t called Eddie “my love” very often, it was a nickname Eddie assumed he saved for special occasions, but every time he said it, Eddie couldn’t help but melt.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Eddie said, wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck and pulling him down into a kiss. Against his lips, Eddie whispered, “I love you so much.”

Eddie could feel Richie smiling as he responded, just as quietly, “I love you too.”

Even though they had been together for almost ten years, the past three of which they had been married, Eddie never stopped being amazed at Richie’s ability to make Eddie fall in love with him over, and over, and over again, and how every single Valentine’s Day was full of just as much love as their very first one.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

🎁🎁🎁 Lovely Weather

A SNEAKRET SANTA GIFT DRABBLE

A/N: Merry December and Happy Holidays, everyone!  Don’t mind me, I’m just here to leave another gift under the tree. These are my way of giving back to some of the lovely content creators here whose work brings me joy. I tried to personalize them a little bit for each person they’re dedicated to, but they’re just as much my gift to anyone who has ever shared their work or who has ever read mine. Thank you for being lovely <3

Gift Tag: @writeforfandoms - Who had this to say what I presented her with a choice of characters: “ijhfe;wnofhnwe you were not kidding when you said tough question.” But ultimately Jack won out, and I went with snowflakes, mittens & sleigh ride for the prompts. Jen, I hope this makes up for that devastatingly tough question. I hope it makes you smile and fills you with the kind of fluffy warmth that I feel whenever I read one of your stories. Thank you for being so lovely, and I hope you have the happiest, warmest holiday season! 

 WC: 2,880

Warnings: none. it’s 110% fluff.

“And last but not least, let’s get a look at our holiday weekend weather!”

The sound of a scissor blade being dragged along a length of bright red ribbon filled the few seconds of silence between the newscaster sending things over to the meteorologist, but Jack still heard you suck in an anticipatory breath. Raising his eyes from the tablet in his hand - he’d been reviewing some data that Ginger sent him regarding a prototypical weapon that would be available for testing in the new year - he looked over at you and had to hide the slight grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth. You were staring at the screen, scissors still in hand as you let the coiled ribbon bounce back toward the gift it was secured around, and he could almost hear the hopes and wishes that were swirling in your thoughts. 

Don’t you worry, gorgeous, there’ll be plenty of snow where we’re goin’. 

You didn’t know that yet though, so he kept quiet and watched as you waited to hear what the forecast would be. 

“Thanks Jodi,” the meteorologist said, standing in front of a map of Kentucky. “And it’s looking like a pretty mild one again, folks, which is great news for anyone who is planning to travel to see family or loved ones this year.” The radar screen circled around again, a few tiny splotches of light green popping up to indicate some patchy rain moving through the Louisville area on Christmas Eve the only precipitation showing anywhere on the map. The camera panned back out to show the weather person again, and with an apologetic wince they continued their segment. “But for anyone out there dreaming of a white Christmas, it looks like you’ll be waiting at least one more year.” 

You let out an audible sigh, Jack noticing the sag of your shoulders as the meteorologist handed the broadcast back over to the main newscasters, and even though he knew it would be better to keep his plan a surprise, he hated seeing you let down even if it was only temporary. It’ll be worth it though, he reminded himself. 

Still, he wasn’t about to let you stew in disappointment. “Hey darlin’.” He leaned forward to set the device he’d been scrolling through down on the wagon-wheel coffee table, head tilted to one side as you turned to look at him. “I’m sorry you didn’t hear what you wanted to.” Even though it's better that there won’t be any snow here, because then I won’t have any trouble with-  

Your expression softened, the lights from the tree and the ones hung around the window frame reflecting in your eyes and making your cheeks glow, and the sight scrambled the rest of his thoughts. “It’s alright, Jack.” Moving the gift you’d just finished wrapping into place under the tree, you shifted to your knees and faced him fully. A small huff of a laugh left your lips as you shrugged. “I knew it was a long shot, I was just…” 

Reaching for your hand, he pulled you from the carpet and up onto the couch. “You were holdin’ out for some holiday magic, hmm?” He let you get settled against him and then wound his arm around you, tugging you close enough to press a kiss to the side of your head. 

You hummed in response, one hand coming up to rest in the center of his chest. “I guess I was.” With another sigh, this one far less disappointed, you laid your cheek on his shoulder. “But I’ve got all the magic I need right here.” 

That made him laugh even as it warmed his whole being. “Well shucks, gorgeous, I know I’m good with rope tricks, but I ain’t sure that qualifies as magic.” 

Picking your head up, you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful smack. “You know what I meant, Daniels.” I do. The hand over his heart moved up so that your fingertips could trace the edge of one of the open buttons on the henley he wore. “I’m glad we were both able to get the time off. Spending the holidays with you is all I actually care about.” Your lips met the exposed skin just over the top of his collar, Jack tightening his grasp on you. “Snow just would have been the cherry on top.” 

Having grown up in sunny, southern California, Jack knew that the opportunity for you to have had a white Christmas was less than zero. Instead of snowball fights and hot chocolate, you’d spent your winter holidays as a kid on the beach with your siblings and your friends, building sandcastles instead of snow forts. Though you secretly always longed for the big, puffy flakes and frosty blanket, snowmen and sleigh rides and everything else that you’d seen in holiday movies, it wasn’t until you took the internship at the distillery in 2011 - and moved to Kentucky - that you actually thought it might be possible. 

“Just my luck that the last white Christmas in Louisville happened the year before I moved here, huh?” You’d since moved up within the organization, switching over from being a distillery employee to working in research and development for Statesman, opting to stay in Kentucky for the long and snowless haul. 

Jack let out a snort. “Wasn’t much more than an inch of powder,” he recalled, rubbing his palm up and down your bicep, “and it was gone by supper time.” 

You held up the finger you’d been touching him with, lifting your head as well so you could look him in the eye. “Still counts.”

“I guess it does.” Gonna be a whole lot more than that when we get up north. Wanting to keep his surprise under wraps until the last moment, Jack changed the subject. “Speakin’a weather, you hear from your parents? Their flight get in alright over in London?” 

Your brother had moved overseas a few years back after a long study abroad stint, finding a job and then a husband, settling down in the outskirts of the sprawling city. Since then, your parents had alternated between spending the holidays in the US with you and Jack, and traveling to spend time with Paul and Cal. They also occasionally made the trek across the Atlantic, but since you were only ever guaranteed a handful of days off surrounding the winter holidays, you rarely got the chance to do the same. This year you only had off from the 24th to the 26th of December, Jack likely having to go in the day after Christmas, or at the very least attend a virtual meeting via his glasses, so a trip to England was simply not in the cards. 

A trip up to the Adirondacks, though? That was definitely in the cards

“They did.” You answered his question and he nodded. “My mom called to let me know they landed while I was in my office this afternoon.” 

“Good.” A yawn broke free then, and Jack didn’t even try to stifle it. “You all finished wrapping gifts for the night?” 

“Yup,” you responded. “Just need to clean up and-” Then it was you who couldn’t keep a yawn from escaping.

“And then I think we should get some shut eye.” Need to get a good night’s rest so I’m sharp for the mornin’. “What d’you say?” 

Standing so that you could start to gather up and put away the wrapping paper, ribbons, labels, tape, scissors and other tools and decorations that Jack didn’t know what to call, you took his hands in yours and pulled him to his feet as well. “Sounds good to me, Jack.” You bumped your nose against his and then dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth, where the bristles of his mustache met his lip. “See you in the bedroom.” 

– – – 

Both of you had fallen asleep quickly, the last few days at HQ having been packed ones in order to get things done in time for the holiday, and though Jack would have liked to let you sleep in the following morning, he couldn’t. Because the sooner we get goin’, the better. 

Waking you with a kiss, he waited for you to blink your eyes open, and when you did, the sleepy smile on your face felt like sunshine. “G’morning, gorgeous,” he greeted you through a grin of his own. 

“Hey, you,” you responded through a sigh, reaching up to wipe at your eyes. “What time is it, Jack? Why are you…” You groaned and shifted closer to him, seeking out the warmth of his body beneath the sheets. “We’re off, Agent Whiskey,” you mumbled. “We should be sleeping.” 

“Well, I’m afraid we’re not, darlin’.” It wasn’t the truth, and he didn’t like tricking you, but there was no other way to get you to HQ without raising too many questions, and he had to get you there, because that’s where the Silver Pony waited, all fueled up and packed with bags that Jack had put together for both of you the day before. 

That got your attention fast, and your eyes flew open as you propped yourself up on one elbow. “What?! What happened? Everything okay? I-” 

“Woah, woah there, easy, Iain’t sure yet what’s goin’ on. Just woke up to a message from Ginger sayin’ we needed to report soon as we could.” Jutting his chin in the direction of your nightstand where your work tablet sat next to your phone, he went on. “You probably got the same message. You can check it.” 

Sighing, you rolled to your other side and picked up the device. Sure enough there was a message from Ginger - one that Jack knew would be there because he had asked the woman to send it to you. Thanks, Ginger Ale, you’re a lifesaver. You pressed the heel of your palm into your eye and let out another sigh. “You’re right, I did get one, too.” Setting the device down, you sat all the way up, suddenly alert. “Says to report to the hanger, so I guess that means field work? Why would I need to go to-” 

“Not sure.” Jack shrugged and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “But I know if we don’t shake a leg she’s just gonna keep on sendin’ ‘em, and…” He trailed off and you nodded. 

“No, you’re right.” You tipped your head back to stretch your neck, taking a deep breath through your nose and then releasing it slowly. “Let’s get going, Jack.” 

“I’ll go start some coffee,” he said. “Can you be ready in ten?” 

Throwing the cover back, you swung your legs over the side of the bed. Even though Jack knew that you weren’t thrilled about the prospect of being called into work on the morning of Christmas Eve, you winked at him. “Be ready in seven.”

Perfect.

– – – 

Jack had intended to let the surprise go for as long as he could, but the second that you arrived at the hangar and it was empty, you knew that something was up. Your steps echoes in the large space, and you raised a brow in confusion. “Jack? What’s going on? Where’s Ginger? Where’s Champ or… anyone?” 

“Now, don’t be mad,” he said with a smirk as the two of you stepped up next to the sleek jet. “But there ain’t no mission, and we’re not here on Statesman business.” 

You scrunched your face, still clearly confused. “What? Then… why are we here instead of still at home in bed, Daniels?” 

Lifting one hand, Jack patted the metallic paneling of the plane. “Because we have got somewhere to be this weekend, and I don’t think you’ll mind so much once we get there.” 

That was all he gave you, along with a wink, and then he pressed the button that would open the passenger hatch, helping you up into it. He felt his heart swell at the trust that you placed in him, and then the two of you were in the air and on your way. 

Once Jack got the Pony off the runway and into the air, it didn’t take long for you to notice what direction he was flying in. “Are we… are we going to New York?” Cat’s outta the bag now. 

He knew that you meant the city when you asked, since that was where Statesman had another office in the Northeast, and since it wasn’t a lie he didn’t correct you. “Yes ma’am,” he answered. “Good eye.” 

You hadn’t said much after that, the headsets making communication possible but not convenient as you sat directly behind him, and you’d opted to simply look out the window at the world below you. But when he neared the metropolis and didn’t start to perform descent maneuvers, you spoke up again. “Jack? I think you overshot the city, I-” 

“I said, we were goin’ to New York, darlin’. I never said anything about the city.” 

“Upstate?” You asked, and Jack could hear the excitement in your voice.  “Jack? Are we going up-” 

“Hold tight,” he told you. “You’ll see soon enough.” 

And he was right, the flight coming to an end less than a half hour later at a small private airfield where the runways and tarmac were all clear - but the surrounding ground, trees, buildings and cars were covered by several inches of glittering snow. As he helped you down and out of the jet, your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. 

“Jack…” Your voice was quiet and he knew that it was because you were taking it all in. “Jack, you…” 

Using your still joined hands, he tugged you into his chest and wrapped you in his arms. “How's this for a white Christmas, hmm? Better’n a little dusting down in Louisville?” 

You laughed, though there were tears of joy forming in the corners of your eyes. Jack swept them away so they wouldn’t freeze on your lashes. “Yeah, I’d say so, cowboy.” 

He grinned. Nice segway. “I didn’t fly you up here just to stand on the runway though, sugarplum. Got somethin’ else up my sleeve. But first I think we should bundle up, because it’s only gonna get snowier from here.” 

A glee-filled expression lit your face then as you let out a breathless sigh. “Lead the way, then.” 

– – – 

You got to the ranch about twenty minutes later, layering up in the backseat of the car that had been waiting for you at the airfield. There had been snow jackets and thick, water-proof pants, scarves, hats and mittens in the bags that Jack had stowed, and as you donned them all piece by piece, he kicked himself for not going with gloves instead so that he could lace his wool covered fingers with yours. These are warmer though, and that’s what’s best. You zipped up your coat and he couldn’t help the sly smirk that came with thoughts of unzipping it later when you were in your room, letting his fingers travel all over your body instead of just your hands, doing his best to warm you up after a day spent in the cold. Gotta get there first, though. 

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, Jack?” You asked, breath puffing out in front of your mouth and snowflakes beginning to land on the crocheted hat you pulled on when you’d gotten out of the car. 

Reaching for your hand, he wrapped his around it. “Just thinkin’ about how much I love you is all.” 

That made you smile, rising on your toes to kiss him and licking away a snowflake that had landed on his lips first. “Love you, too,” you whispered without pulling away. “Thank you for this.” 

Hands going to your waist, he turned you around toward the barn that you’d been standing in front of just as it opened. “Don’t thank me yet. Got one more surprise for you.” 

As the door slid open on its track, a horse pulling an open sleigh made for two appeared, and you gasped with delight. “Are you serious right now?” 

The animal bobbed its head as it walked, puffs of white air coming from its nostrils as it let out a friendly huff. “I am, darlin’.” He leaned forward and around to kiss your cheek from behind. “You wanted a White Christmas like the ones in the movies? Well, you got one.”

Shaking your head in awe, you looked back at him. “How did you… when…Jack…” 

“Found this place when I was workin’ in the city last year,” he explained. “Needed somewhere I could go so I could ride and blow off some steam and… this ranch was perfect.” You muttered a it sure is, and he kissed you again. “Now, this beauty is gonna take us for a ride, and then we’re gonna warm up by the fire and watch the snow come down. How’s that sound?” 

You removed one of your mittens then, shoving your bare hand into one of his, twining your fingers inside the mitten and squeezing. “Sounds like the best Christmas ever, Jack.” 

Seeing the happiness on your face, hearing it in your voice and feeling it in the way you gripped his hand, he had to agree. 

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This is the Ranch that I looked up for inspiration. It was the first one that I found in the area that did holiday sleigh rides. and when you see the names of some of the horses that they own, you’ll know why it was just too perfect to pass up. 

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[t0kidal]

Return from Origins Part 8

Momma’s heard her son got into a fight, let’s hope she calms down by the time you find him.

~~~

A FIGHT!? You were expecting a bit of chaos, maybe an awkward encounter but not a fight!

You only shake your head as you stare at the scene.

And He won too! Not that you ever doubted your son but where did he learn to do that?! Who taught your precious baby to- Oh right.. that was you...

"U-um, Does anyone know how to get to the infirmary?!"

Aww, your son was still such a sweetheart.

You follow after him once he set out, Asmodeous Alice on his shoulders, eager to hear about what happened.

"Iruma-kun~!" Once in his office, Sullivan couldn't help but fawn over his grandson, he was doing so well already! Your face mirrored your adoptive fathers, though on the more subtle side, not unlike Opera's.

"Iruma, I'm so proud of you! I didn't expect you to take my advice on 'asserting dominance' so well! You always said that there wasn't much need for it..." You trail off with a pouty sigh at the end.

He nervously laughs, "I'm never gonna live this down... am I mom?"

"Nope!"

At that moment, the door to the office bursts open, and in walks Asmodeus Alice. Was he angry? Who knows. A prideful demon like him... how would he handle this crushing blow to his head and his character.

"Iruma-sama! I, Asmodeus Alice, pledge myself to you!"

You only smile alongside Sullivan as Iruma's confused cries panned out across the distance.

Now, you spent the rest of that afternoon trying to convince Iruma that, "No, Asmodeus-kun is not forced to serve you, he just admires you and wants to be 'friends'." or whatever it was humans called their right and left hands, their closest people.

"B-but!"

"Iruma," you give him a look, "trust me, he's not gonna hurt you, he's never gonna be upset with or disappointed with whatever it is you two will do together. Let's give this a try, yeah? I know it's hard to find like minded people, but now that he's here..."

You hug him, his once little form now that of a normal boy, and his height that only met your hips was now up to your ears. Your son, strong resilient, rarely had to rely on anyone, even you....

"Irumamamama..." you chuckle at the little baby name you called him so frequently, "Give him a chance. I'm sure that, though you might not fully understand, Asmodeus sees something in you that your grandfather and I do. Ok? You, human though you are in a world of devils, you are worthy of so much."

You finish your spiel, holding your dear son close to you, you press your face into the top of his head, blue hair tickling you. He only sighs, relenting... After all... you weren't wrong... it was getting a little lonely down here...

~~~

"Good Morning! Iruma-sama! It is I, your humble servant, Asmodeus! But you may call me, Az!"

"O-oh! Okay! Uh... A-Az... were you waiting for me?"

Hearing his new... underling... friend's answer of SIX HOURS... he really couldn't help but be touched... and really concerned...

And as they walked through the halls, he listened to his new friend's rambling and considered everything that led up to this moment... this new moment with a new friend.

It wasn't just being human, but with his character, and new background in the netherworld, it was really difficult to make friends... even though he was the "grandson" of Sullivan, people often disregarded him because his mother... his mother was abandoned by her clan when she was young... He'd never hold anything against anyone but it still... felt a little lonely. It'd have been unbearable if he didn't have his family.

He was really happy to have met Az... and wondered, as he grew more and more excited listening to him, just what kind of people he'll meet here at Babyls.

~~~

You on the other hand could only smile at your son's bright expression from the teacher's window, though he might've been a little confused and apprehensive you hope that this friendship is one that will last a long... long time.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 118

Chapter 118: Show down

After Gohan’s melt down, he seems to be happy again. I wonder what caused it in the first place. I asked him, and he doesn’t seem to know. Maybe all the stress finally got to him. Maybe I should do something special for him. Well, it has been like forever since we done a certain thing. Maybe that would cheer him up. But, maybe not. He’s so busy. He works so hard, still working on his degree at the same time. On top of that, he took up training again. He needs his rest. So, I shouldn’t bug him with such trivial things. I know he loves me, and has no eyes for anyone eye. I’m all his, and he’s all mine. That’s something that I’m absolutely positive about.

Once I had dinner ready, and had set the table, I notice something different with Gohan. Nothing too big, just the way his eyes were looking at me. As we ate, he kept smiling at me, and I couldn’t help smile back. But that smile combine with the look in his eyes, made my face feel a little hot. What are you thinking about? You. At that my face really felt on fire. I tried to eat slowly, but the look he gave me made me want to finish eating. When I did finish, and was about to collect the dishes, he stopped me. He held my wrist, and pulled me closer to him. He then told me to sit on the empty chair next to him.

Once he finished eating, I tried again to collect the dishes. But he tripped me, and quickly caught the dishes. I was on my hands and knees, as I watched him set the dishes back on the table. I tried getting up, till he tripped me again. When I looked up at him, he had licked his lips. Is he? Oh my. I felt my body burn as I watched him start taking off his track suit. He might not be as define as before, but the way he is just bleeds out power. That alone was a huge turn on. The moment the track suit was gone, and he was left in his briefs. Which left me drooling at the bulge, that wanted to get free.

He then walked behind me, and it became hard to see what he was doing. So, I set my sight forward, and just waited for whatever he was going to do. The anticipation on what he would do was driving me insane. I hadn’t felt this worked up in a long time. I could even feel myself getting hotter by the second, and moisture building at a quicken pace. Before I knew it, I felt a sharp slap to my right butt cheek, then one to the left. He kept slapping me harder and harder. It was madding. I then felt him do something he has never done before. He ripped off my pants and panties. I was so in shock I didn’t know it I should be angry or excited. I then felt him thrust himself into me. It was too much too soon.

Not only did I feel stuffed, I also felt a slight pain from how big he was. It’s been forever since he filled me, and it was almost uncomfortable. But that didn’t stop him from thrusting in me fast and hard. My screams were between pleasure and pain, and I was loving every moment. Without warning, I came and soon he followed. Feeling his hot cum in me felt so good. I wanted more. But he slapped my ass, and told me to do the dishes. I was slightly disappointed, but not for long.

As did the dishes, he was eating me. Which made doing the dishes really hard. When that was done, he had bend me over the counter, and fucked me from behind. After we came, he tossed me over his shoulder, and brought us over to the couch. Once he dropped me on the couch, he ripped away my dress and bra. I was fully exposed to him, and he had the most serious face. He then kissed me, as his hands attacked my breasts. The way he kissed me felt like he was a hungry wild animal. We soon ended up doing it not only the couch, but the bathroom, his office, my office, Pan’s nursery, then our room. He just wouldn’t let up. And the only break I got was when we were moving between rooms.

Come morning, I was happily snuggling with my Gohan. Plus, the smile on his face was a bounce. I then tried to get up, only for him to hold me tighter. He then whispered in my ear. “We’re not done yet.” I was in completely shock, as he hovered over me. Before long, it took almost forever to finally leave our bedroom. At that, it was hard to even walk. That man just didn’t let up. But it felt so good to have him like that. I was slightly surprised, and disappointed, he didn’t try anything after breakfast. Not even a kiss. Once I finished dishes, I saw that he wasn’t at the table anymore. I went in search for him, only to be pulled into his office. There we ended going for hours, till we heard the doorbell ring. He smirked as he continued thrust into me. “Let’s ignore them. I want only you right now.”

I couldn’t help smile at that. “So, fuck me harder.” His smirk grew, as he rammed into me. The doorbell still rang, but we didn’t care. Right now, it was just me and Gohan. And that’s all that mattered. When we finally did stop, Gohan mention how those people were still waiting. “Who’s at the door?”

“Mom and Goten.” We started laughing. No wonder they didn’t leave. They knew we were home. We quickly cleaned up, and opened the door. “Hey mom. How’s it going little bro?”

“Next time close the curtains.” My whole body was on fire now. And when I looked over at Gohan, his whole face was red. “Please tell me I don’t have to cover my nose when we get inside. If I didn’t have school tomorrow, I could have convinced mom to come tomorrow.”

That’s when we notice an angry Chichi holding our wonderful Pan. “Your father was here, but because he said he had things to do, he gave me Pan. If it wasn’t for that we could have gone home.” This was embarrassing.

“Actually, mom. Do you mind watching Pan for another two days?” What! I looked over to Gohan. He was serious! “Please.”

“Well, hurry up and refill her baby bag.” She handed him Pan’s bag, and he ran back inside. This was awkward. When he came back, he said thanks to his mom. We gave Pan a quick hug, and kiss, and watched them leave. The moment they did, Gohan dragged me back inside.

…

After calling out for the rest of the week, all I had left was to enjoy my free days. That meant a certain wife had my full attention for two more days. Then I’ll have time to enjoy being with our Pan. And finally, extra days to make up training. When Pan came home, I couldn’t stop hugging her. My cute little girl is so precious. I would defeat any bad guy to keep you safe and sound. And I’ll do anything to keep seeing that smile. She then started floating. I felt tears of pride starting to build. My little girl isn’t even 1 and she could float. I wonder what else she could do.

Before long, I was trying to stop her from break the couch. Man, she has one hell of a grip. “What are we feeding you? Better yet. Has Piccolo been training you when he babysits?” She started giggling, as she took my glasses. Oh no. I broke enough glasses to always keep a spare, but these were my favorite. I only had two left, if these breaks. I tried my best to get it away from her, but she escaped. I ended up chasing a flying baby all through the house. Now if I wasn’t trying to get my glasses, I would be laughing. When I finally got my glasses, I could stay mad. She had the cutest smile and laugh. “You were having fun making daddy chase you.” I couldn’t help laugh at that.

When I went back to training, with Piccolo, I felt a whole another level of excitement. Even at that, I felt incredible as I was able to land more than just a few hits. I also noticed I was much faster than I once thought, even stronger. Soon it was Piccolo whole needed a break. It actually surprised me. Before long we finally called it a day. When I got home, after giving my girls a hug, I went in search of my weighted clothes and gi. Maybe I should put off the gi, and get a new one made. Or maybe something that more represents me, and only me.

That gi was my father’s. I wore gis that represented both Piccolo and my dad. I even wore outfit of the Kai’s. But I don’t think I wore anything that felt like me. I’ll probably stay with that gi till I find something of my own. Till then, all I should putting my effort to is getting stronger again. And, of course, my family, schooling, and work. Would I be able to keep up with it all? Maybe I can. There’s nothing I can’t do, if I put my mind to it. But I wouldn’t lie, something is making me question how far is too much. Only one way to find out.

…

When we got back to Beerus’ planet, Whis just didn’t let up. He actually went harder on us. It was then finally time for bed. After me and Vegeta meditated, I went in search of my phone, to go to sleep. “That’s it, Kakarot! What the hell do you look at on your phone?”

“That’s none of your business, Vegeta. It’s private.” But before I could blink, he snatched my phone away. “Hey! Give it back!” The moment he saw what was on my phone, his face turned red.

“And here I thought you were a saint. You perverted idiot.”

“Hey! I told you it was private. And besides.” I took back my phone. “She’s my wife. It’s you who’s being the perv.” And when I looked at my phone, I almost died. He accidentally changed the picture, to the one where Chichi was getting dress. Whis then came in, asking why we were screaming. “No reason. Right, Vegeta?” Thankfully Vegeta agreed. But the moment Whis left, Vegeta called me a perverted idiot again. “Oh, so you don’t have pictures of Bulma on your phone.” His face turned red. “So, shut it.” After all, Chichi’s my wife. I have every right to look at her, and think of her, and even…

“You finish that, I’ll punch you.”

“Oops. Didn’t mean for you to hear that. Besides, my wife is way more beautiful than Bulma.”

“How dare you! Mr. My wife is flat.”

“Yeah, when she wears her binder. But Chichi is naturally bigger than Bulma, and doesn’t sag.” I felt a punched to the face.

“That’s not true.” He then pulled out his phone. And then showed me a picture of Bulma. “See.”

“Then why she holding her boobs. Saggy.”

“Oh. If we’re doing this, I have you know my Bulma has the perfect ass.”

“That’s saggy too. My Chichi all nice and firm, from all her training. After all, Chichi is in top shape. Unlike some blue hair I know.”

“Take that back.”

“Why? Bet the only thing you like about Bulma is that she’s smart. At least my Chichi is more than just a fighter, and a great cook. She’s a wonderful mother to my TWO boys. If you watch her clean, it’s like magic. She also has the perfect voice.” Just thinking about my Chichi is getting me all happy.

“I bet you even let her take control of the bedroom, just like you let her do everything else.”

“Uh? What you mean?” He slapped his forehead.

“How the hell you have two kids and you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“Oh! You mean sex. No. That’s the one thing I take control of.” He looked shock. “Wait. Does that mean you don’t?” I couldn’t help snicker. “You let Bulma control you, when it comes to that. Now it makes sense why she lets you—” I felt a sharp punch to the face. Vegeta face was super red. Can’t tell if by anger or because of embarrassment. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell.”

“Well, your harpy nags too much.”

“That’s because Chichi cares about us.”

“And she’s always on your case about getting a job. If she wants money so much, why can’t she work?”

“Hey! That’s not fair. she cleans our home, clean our clothes, cooks us food, and takes care of us. She does so much for us. Getting a job is the least I could do. The fact she lets me train is a blessing, because she understands me. The fact she doesn’t ask for much, makes life easy for us. What about you? Doesn’t it bug you that Bulma works so much, and barely have time for you? And what about you training so much, that you don’t make time for her? it would bug me if Chichi didn’t make time for me. And I know it’ll bug her if I didn’t make time for her.”

We went silent for a moment. He then laid on his bed, while looking at the ceiling. “I do make time for her. I like seeing her work. When she has a pack day, I like going to her lab and keeping her company. Everything isn’t what is seems. She also makes excuses to work on the gravity room, when I know I didn’t break anything. We enjoy each other’s company. So, shut up.” I couldn’t help smile at him.

“What’s your favorite way to bug Bulma? I like to drag mud on Chichi’s recently clean floors, and watch her angrily clean it. Especially when I see her angry face turn to a smile.”

“You’re pathetic. But. I eat sweets in her face, and watch her get angry that she can’t get any. Then see her get happy when I give her, her favorite part. Now go to bed, Kakarot.” We had a nice moment. It was interesting to see that side of him. But knowing him, I better not tell anyone. The next couple of days were interesting, to say the least. Training was intense, and me and Vegeta shared a few things about our family life. “So, you’re telling me, it takes you forever to fall asleep, if you don’t hear your woman humming.”

“Yup. What about you?”

He looked away. “It takes me forever to fall asleep if I don’t hear her complain about something.” And you call me weird. “Not my fault that I admire her passion for her work. She’s so strong minded, and doesn’t back down from a challenge.”

“If it doesn’t involve her, personally, risking her life. But I do agree with that, when she has her mind set there’s no going back. That’s what I admire about Chichi the most. Her strong mindedness, and not backing down to anything.”

“It makes sense we admire those things. When Nappa use to teach me about sayian culture, he would mention how sayian male naturally prefer strong willed partners.”

“Oh. Cool. Is he also the one who told you about the mate thingy?”

“He taught me everything I know about sayians, since there was no one left to teach me. Before I became of age, he was my squad leader. Funny how he went mad after a curtained solo mission.” Lately these talks had made us learn a lot about each other. It felt nice to find things out, not just about him, but also about my own race. “The way you are you might have had a chance to rank up. But, that’s if planet Vegeta didn’t have a system in place to judge only your power level at birth.”

“Wow. You really mean it?” He nodded. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Shut up, Goku.” We both were left in shock at that.

“Did you just say?”

“Shut up, or I’ll kill you!”

“You did say it! Say it again.”

“No! You only get one, clown.”

“Good enough. But you still said it.” The rest of the week was pretty funny. Especially watching Vegeta struggle to keep calling me Kakarot, and not Goku. It even got Whis laughing.

“When did you two become great friends?”

“We’re not friends! That clown is my rival! And I’m going to not only become stronger than him, I’m going to end him!”

“It’s ok Prince Vegeta.” Whis started laughing harder at that, and Vegeta hit me with a ki blast. Before long the laughing ended, when a very upset Beerus came at us. He went screaming on about someone visiting, and how it disturbed his nap. Soon, we came face to face with his twin brother, Champa, and Whis older sister, Vados. Who knew they had siblings. Then Whis went in explaining about how there’s more universes out there. And that we’re universe 7, and Champa is the destroyer god of universe 6. Wow, that’s a lot. Soon, the brother we’re arguing about food. Which lead to talking about giant wish orbs, and hosting a tournament. This sounds so exciting. So, the winner of the tournament gets to make a wish on these wishing orbs. They kind of sound like dragon balls. Maybe they are. Vegeta then had to suggested that there should be a test before the tournament. So not fair. Once the siblings had left, Whis took us to earth.

Once on earth, Beerus told us he already had in mind someone to be in our team. So, we had to find two more people. We also had five days till the tournament. When we landed at Capsule Corp, I was kind of surprised that the boys weren’t around. I then saw Vegeta pull out, and he made an ‘Oh’ sound. Turns out it was Friday, and that mostly the school years started. That makes sense. Goten did say he’s summer vacation was about to end in a couple of days, after I left. Guess after this tournament I should stay for a while, and catch up on things.

We headed to see Bulma, and tell her what was going on. Whis even asked if she could make a radar strong enough to find these wish orbs. She said she might have better help asking a friend for a favor. She then calls up her sister, Tights. Just thinking her name makes me laugh. Last time I saw her was when me and Chichi renew our vows, and I was trying not to laugh in her face. Even Chichi was trying not to laugh. Best five minutes on seeing who’ll laugh first. After Bulma spoke with Tights, and asked for Jaco.

While Bulma deals with that, me and Vegeta try to think of who would be our final two team members. He suggested my son. At first, I thought he meant Goten, but he corrected me by saying how he’s talking about Gohan. As much as I love that idea, I really don’t know if Gohan would be up for it. After all, he has his own life to worry about. Asking him to fight in this might be out of the question. “I’ll ask, but I’m not getting my hopes up. I rather he work on his own thing. Asking him to actually fight is something I’m trying to avoid.” Vegeta questions why. “I dragged him into enough fights as it is. My boy deserves to be happy, and live peacefully.”

“Fine. But who would be his back up? I think we should ask baldy, and Piccolo.”

“What about Buu?” He asked how would I make him join. “We could promise him a wish, or maybe promise him sweets. And Krillin is a bit iffy, since he has a full-time job. So, we’re down to a maybe from Buu. A wishful thinking Gohan, and a very possible Piccolo.”

“For someone who prides himself in fighting, and even seeing his sons fight, you sure soft with your boys.”

“What can I say. I want them happy. I also don’t want them following my footsteps because it’s me. If they fight it’s because they chose to do so. Don’t you want Trunks to make his own way?”

“Kakarot shut up, and forget I asked. Now, lets go see if these guys want to join or not.” With that we flew off to whoever was closes. Which so happened to be Buu. He thankfully agreed if we help him get something Hercule. Then we tried Krillin, and as excepted, he has work that day. We then find Gohan training with Piccolo. Vegeta then tells me to ask them. I so hate this right now. I then told them about the tournament coming up, and that we needed one more person.

“We really didn’t think Buu would actually say yes, since he was our back up if one of you couldn’t join. So, what do you saw? Want to join?” Gohan looked really excited. He then asked when was the tournament. “In five days.” You could tell he was thinking, and then he looked really bumped out. He mention how he had an important meeting that day. “It’s ok. That’s important, too. There’s always a possible next time, so don’t worry about it.” He cheered up, and Piccolo said he’s joining. Great. We have all our team members. Vegeta then left, and I asked Piccolo to give me a moment with Gohan.

…

Why did dad want a moment with me? The moment Mr. Piccolo left us alone, dad’s smile went away. Is something wrong? Dad actually looked exhausted for a moment. “Is everything ok, dad?”

“Yeah. Let’s sit for a moment.” We sat where we stood. It was silent for a while, till he spoke again. “So, how’s everything? Anything new since I been gone? I could tell training with Piccolo got you stronger.” Was dad really doing this? Well, here goes nothing.

“Everything is fine, now. I reschedule a lot of my work and classes, to make time for both family and training again. Pan is able to levitate around, and even has one hell of a grip. Plus, she so playful and happy.” Dad smiled at that. He then asked what else is new. “Work and classes are going good. I even got multiple job offers to be an assistant teacher, or even a full teacher, to every high-end universities, and private studies. Some are even offers from different companies, asking me to lead some researches.”

“That’s great, Gohan. Sounds like you have a lot of choices to chose from. I hope one or more is to your liking. I’m so proud of you.” The smile he gave me, I couldn’t help mirror back. This felt amazing. Then a thought popped to mind.

“Dad?” He looked at me, questioning. “When Pan’s older, and if she wants to train, could you be her first teacher?” The look of shock and amazement across dad’s face was priceless.

“I would love to.” Dad’s than turn to a twitch. Then a frown. “What if you’re mother says no? You know how she is.”

“She can’t say no. Pan is my daughter. And I say Pan can do what she wants.” His smile came back as he stood up. Before I could stand up, he ruffled my hair. “That doesn’t mean to spoil her either.”

“No promises there, kiddo.” With that we laughed before he flew off to meet up with Vegeta. Then Piccolo came back, and we went back to training.

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Ch117

[warriorteam1924]

Write your letters in the sand

Ben Hardy x Reader

Author’s note : Hi my beauties. Here we are for a lil something for  the amazing Ben Hardy’s Birthday. It’s dedicated to a special someone to me, but feel free to read it if you want to. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Also, I remind you English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes….

Warnings : None, I guess it’s okay

Summary : Another Birthday with Ben....

Words count : 1,661words

Permanent tag list : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05​

 The weather was incredibly and surprisingly mild for the season. Even if it was still winter, you frowned as you noticed you didn’t need a scarf or your hat to get out. Even the dogs seemed to be happy to be able to go in the garden freely, not having to put their coats on.

 Ben had wanted a very simple New Year celebration and you were thankful for that. The end of year had particularly been hard. Between your job, Ben’s premieres and the celebrations and social expectations, you were truly exhausted. And you were glad to see your friends seemed to understand it. They didn’t stay very long after you bid farewell to the previous year and welcomed the new one, hoping it would still bring you the simple joys you liked so much.

 On the 1st of January, after sleeping a bit later than usual, Ben and you merely enjoyed a day at home, tidying up the place a bit after the party. Just like last year, you didn’t have any plans for the following day and you hoped you’d come up with something nice to do quickly. You didn’t want Ben to be disappointed. You knew he’d never pressure you to do anything, but still. You thought it was important to do something nice on this special day.

 You woke up quite early the following day. You silently got up and headed to the kitchen. You opened the curtain to see the sky was clear. This surely was going to be a beautiful day. And suddenly an idea popped in your head like popcorn in a pan.

 You felt so thrilled you didn’t know where to start. You needed a plan and organization. Efficiency was your key word at this moment. You prepared several bags. Two for the dogs with toys and food and clothing in case it would be cold. You prepared another bag with food and everything you needed to have a nice picnic. You were satisfied to see you were still more efficient under pressure. All was ready before Ben and the dogs were up.

 Your boyfriend emerged in the living room, didn’t even notice the bags, kissed you and headed to the garden with the dogs. You smiled and joined them. Ben was dreamily looking at the pets when you got closer to him. He kissed you once more and smiled.

 “It’s going to be a nice day….”, he said.

 “It’s always a nice day when you’re by my side.”, you replied, winking.

 Ben laughed but winked as well. “Of course it’s a nice day when I’m around….”, he joked. “But I was talking about the weather….”, he said, looking at the clear sky above your heads.

 “That’s because I’m your sunshine….”, you joked as well, making him laugh.

 “That’s true….”, he replied, putting a kiss on your forehead.

 “If you’re not too tired, maybe we could do something special today?”, you suggested.

 Ben looked at you suspiciously. He knew you and Joe were getting along very well and he was always somehow wavy, wondering if the two of you had planned something special for him. It was not that Ben didn’t like surprises, but with Joe in the balance, he was fully aware this could take big proportions.

 “Do you know what Joe is doing today?”, Ben tried to innocently ask.

 You laughed and seriously looked at him.

 “You know just like I do that Joe is in the USA with his family. He’s not hiding behind this tree, he’s not going to scare you when we get back inside.”

 “Is it the truth?”, Ben pouted.

 “That’s the absolute truth. In fact, I was thinking about a day at the beach, just the four of us….”, you replied, staring at the dogs who were still happily sniffing around in the garden.

 “A day at the beach? Hum, this is an intriguing idea….”, he replied, soothing.

 “Let’s get ready and hit the road then.”, you smiled at him.

 “I hope we won’t arrive too late, though….”, he said.

 “The bags are all ready. We just need a shower and get dressed. No time to waste !!”, you said, gently pushing him inside.

 After a quick shower then, the four of you got in the car and you started the engine. You were a bit afraid there would be traffic given it was a Sunday, but it seemed the majority of people were still at home, slowly recovering from the end of year celebrations.

 It took around an hour to get to the beach and you noticed in the rear view mirror the dogs sniffing the salty air through the tiny opening of the window. You parked the car properly and checked the time. You were right on time for lunch.

 The place was deserted and it was just perfect. There was all this wild space only for the four of you, with no one to ask Ben autographs or no other dogs to distract your pets.

 You and Ben fed them and made sure they also drank water and then, you improvised a picnic on the bonnet of the car. It was nothing fancy, mere sandwiches with fruit juices, but you couldn’t help but fully enjoy this moment. Ben’s skin under the winter sun was just gorgeous, his golden locks waving under the slight breeze. His emerald eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, but you didn’t mind. You were just the happiest woman on earth at this time, surrounded by the man you loved the most and the two dogs happily playing around you.

 After this impromptu meal, you took only some stuff for the dogs and water in a backpack bag and the four of you headed to the beach. Your plan was good, but you didn’t take time to check the tide hours. You hoped it would be okay anyways.

 To allow the dogs to play and run almost freely, Ben and you took one long leach each, knotting it around your waist. This way, your hands were free and you could intertwine your fingers while enjoying this peaceful walk together.

 You really loved this place because it was not one of those fancy places with traces of human intervention. It was wild and raw, nature in all its glory. The sand was wavy and it was always a cuteness overload to spot the dogs’ paw prints here and there.

 The sea was still a bit agitated but it was not surprising given the strong wind that had been blowing the last couple of weeks. Yet, it gave the water various blue tones, and with the sun shining above, the luminous shines were just sublime.

 As you were walking, the dogs slowly led you closer to the water, playing with the waves. They were getting as close as possible, and then happily running away when a wave was approaching. You watched them play and Ben stopped to take pictures and record them as well, making sure those precious memories would last forever.

 You looked at them with a dreamy smile on your lips, wondering if this day could be any better. You looked again at their paw prints in the sand and spontaneously started to write their names in the sand with your foot. You also drew little hearts all around, making you laugh.

 When you looked up, getting back to reality, you noticed Ben was also writing something in the sand with his foot. You got closer to him and read both your names. You smiled at him and kissed him.

 “You know we’re acting like teenagers right now?”, you laughed.

 “I know and I don’t care.”, he replied. “I want the whole universe to know I love you.”, he carried on.

 He stepped away from you and started to circle your letters in the sand with a massive heart. Yet, Ben was so focused on his task he didn’t notice a bigger wave and it soaked his legs.

 “Damnit….”, he laughed.

 You looked at him, with both dogs on your sides, not really knowing if you could laugh or not.

 “The letters are gone….”, you said, as he got closer to him, shaking his legs to dry them a bit, even if it was useless.

 “They’re not gone. The tide took them with it, and this way it will let all the oceans know how much I love you.”, he very seriously said.

 “Ohhh”, you replied, smiling at him.

 “And now our names are together in the sea, this means our love will last forever.”, he carried on.

 “I very honestly never doubted it….”, you said, kissing him.

 The kiss lasted for a few moments, but Ben talked in your mouth, not wanting part from your lips.

 “I know we said it was a beautiful day, but since I’m soaked, I’m getting cold. Maybe you should get back to the car….”, he told you.

 You laughed and kissed him once more before retracing your steps. Since it was winter, the sun was slowly getting down and once in the car, you looked at it disappear in the horizon, as if the sea was turning it off.

 The dogs were really quiet on the way back home, while Ben and you were listening to the radio, singing out loud with your favorite songs.

 Once home, you took care of the bags while Ben went to take a shower, struggling to take his pants off, still wet with the salty sea water.

 Eventually, you joined him in bed, cuddling once more before falling asleep.

 “Did you have a nice day?”, you whispered, dozing in his arms.

 “It could be raining or snowing, it could be my birthday or Valentine’s day, it doesn’t matter sweetheart.”, he replied.

 “Hum?”, you asked, wondering why he was saying this.

 “Every day by your side is just perfection. I love you.”, he explained.

 You placed yet another kiss on his lips.

 “I love you too, Mister Jones.”

[redriotbaby]

finding out their s/o is pregnant ft. haikyuu

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x female! reader, Hinata Shouyo x female! Reader, Kozume Kenma x female! reader, Miya Atsumu x female! reader, Oikawa Tooru x female! reader, Sawamura Daichi x female! reader, Tendou Satori x female! reader

Rating: pg 13?

Genre: PURE FLUFF, established relationships, mood swing, a tiny fight with slight jealousy on Oikawa’s part, and some crackheadedness :) 

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and anxiety

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary/ Request: “hi hi hi !! i just found your page and i love it it's so cute uwu🤩

could i request hc/drabble (anything really) of finding out their s/o is pregnant with tendou, daichi, hinata, bokuto, atsumu, kenma, oikawa

just a crumb of something to itch my brain please 👉🏻👈🏻”

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting this. I had such a lovely time writing this and being all mushy. Just like all my other works, I had to find a way to make it a teeny bit of crackheaded. I hope you enjoy this work and thank you again. Also thank you to @meowstea​ for helping me brainstorm this (I adore you). Thank you to @plutointhestars​ and @jeonsjiddies​ for beta reading this for me. Requests are open, just please read my rules before sending in an ask. Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)

Bokuto Koutarou 

It was your five-year anniversary with Bokuto and instead of going out, Bokuto wanted to be your personal chef for the night.

Weeks prior to your anniversary date, Bokuto spent his free time watching cooking videos and memorizing recipes of foods that had your eyes glimmer. 

Seeing all his hard work and puppy eyes, how could you say no. 

So here you were, admiring the love of your life happily cook a meal for you.

The delightful aroma causes you to unconsciously rub your growing tummy, the aroma making your mouth water.

You were currently twelve weeks pregnant and you’ve thought of ways to tell Bokuto but all ideas that came through your head didn’t seem like enough.

“Hey, honey? Did you hear me?”

“Sorry Bo, what did you say?”

“I was thinking now that we are married, you know, we could maybe start trying for a baby?”His words had you freeze in your spot. 

You weren’t sure if you felt relieved or a bit terrified of being put on the spot.

Almost if he sensed your silence, he turned around with the frying pan in hand starting to mutter apologies for being blunt.

Before he could get any more words out, you interrupted him but didn’t meet his eyes.

“We are pregnant, Bo.” You whispered and closed your eyes as you waited for anything to ease you. 

Instead of being met with his words, you heard the frying pan clatter on the floor.

“What?”

You took a deep breath and prepared to meet his disappointed face but instead, you were met with a teary-eyed Bokuto. 

Quickly, you made your way to your husband and pulled him towards you. 

You sat him down on the chair you were in and you took his large hand in yours to place a kiss on his knuckles before directing his palm to rest on your growing tummy. 

Bokuto’s eyes fluttered shut as he started to fully process it, his large hand on your tummy making you feel happy. 

Once his eyes opened, Bokuto pulled you into his lap and covered your face with sweet kisses while whispering the sweetest words only for your ears.

“Baby, I love you so much! Thank you for making me so damn happy!”

Your heart was full of utter warmth and happiness that you felt like you were on cloud nine.

Hinata Shouyo 

Hinata treated you like a queen. He always wanted to take you to the most beautiful restaurants with a perfect scenery just to see you glow in happiness.

Of course, you mentioned that you were happy with just being cuddled against his warm body at home but he always said that his queen deserves the best.

So that brings you to one of the fanciest restaurants that you have ever been to. 

You felt a bit uncomfortable because of how your fancy clothes clung to your growing belly. Your worried mind raced through different scenarios that you completely missed the waiter asking you what you would like to drink.

“We would like a bottle of wine. Tonight feels like a special night.”

Without thinking you answered, “No, I can’t drink alcohol for nine months. It’s bad for the baby.”

“Nine months? Baby?” Hinata muttered under his breath until it hit him. 

The waiter and Hinata looked at you with wide eyes and it took you a moment to realize what you had said.

“Surprise?” You shyly giggled at their reactions. 

Before you could say anything more, Hinata jumped out of his chair to pull you into his arms.

“Hey everyone, I’m going to be a dad!” The waiter and the people that were sitting near you congratulated the two of you.

Hinata’s hands cupped your face and placed a loving kiss on your lips and thanked you for making him the happiest person in the universe. 

Kozume Kenma

It was Kenma’s birthday and by his request, it was just a day at home. He wanted to spend his special day with the most important person to him in the comfort of your shared home. 

And of course, you could not deny his request.

You planned to make his favorite food while he played a few of his favorite games. 

While you waited for the food to simmer, you pulled out Kenma’s special gift and opened it to make sure everything was perfect for the thousandth time.

Today was the day you were finally going to tell him that you were carrying his child. You didn’t know how much longer you could continue to hide it since your belly was starting to show as each week passed.

You set up the dining table and called Kenma to come to eat with you.

Your heart pounded in your chest when you saw your boyfriend walk into the dining room with a smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday, baby! Before we eat, I do have a really special gift for you.”

With shaky hands, you handed Kenma the gift. You carefully watched his every move as he opened the box in his hands. 

“Player three is coming in 2022?”

He read out loud, clearly confused as he looked up at you.“We are having another person in our relationship?”

Kenma looked like a puppy that’s been kicked as his eyes watered and you panicked.

“Baby, no! Look at the rest of the box.” Your hand caressed his cheek as he pulled out an ultrasound picture from the box. 

Once it hit him, Kenma giggled and pulled you to sit on his lap. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and sighed happily.

“So that’s why you have been wearing my clothes lately. Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” Kenma whispered contently against your neck.

Miya Atsumu 

It was the last set of the game. One more point and your boyfriend’s team would win the team.

It was the last game of the season and Atsumu asked you to come to see him play. 

He wanted to go to the game with you by his side but you had other plans for him. 

Of course, there was no way he didn’t leave the house with a huge pout on his face. So you had to bribe him with cooking his favorite meal when you came home together. 

Almost immediately when he left, your best friend, Osamu’s girlfriend, pulled up to your parking lot, waiting for you to head to Atsumu's big game.

“The poster’s in the back seat, I wrote what you sent in the last text and before you ask, the ultrasound is there too.”

Your nerves grew as you saw your boyfriend prepare to set the last point. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm your nerves.

Once you opened your eyes, you saw that Atsumu was looking right at you and smiled when your eyes met. He immediately hit the ball and scored right away.

When Atsumu scored the winning point, his teammates rushed up to him to celebrate.

Osamu’s girlfriend nudged your side as you both made your way to your boyfriend on the court.

Osamu saw the two of you head closer to the court and he called his twin over, already knowing what was going to happen.

Your body shook with nerves as you turned the poster around to let Atsumu read it.

“Congratulations Dad?”

Shaking his head at his twin, Osamu smacked the back of Atsumu’s head as he pointed to the ultrasound. 

When it clicked in his head, Atsumu dropped himself onto his knees and nuzzled his face onto your baby bump.

“My beautiful prize, thank you.” 

Oikawa Tooru

You knew it wasn’t Oikawa’s fault but who would stay calm when the waiter wouldn’t stop flirting with your husband right in front of you. 

It surely didn’t help that your pregnancy heightened almost all of your emotions.

Oikawa knew you were no longer enjoying the meal when he saw you unintentionally playing with your food.

He tried to talk to you but all he would get was really short answers. He could no longer sit there when he saw you get teary-eyed so he held your hand and walked out of the restaurant after he paid for the meal.

The ride to your shared home was silent, you avoided your husband’s concerned eyes by looking outside the passenger window.

Once you got home, you kept on walking ahead of Oikawa and the feeling of his eyes burning the back of your head riled you so much more.

“Baby, let’s talk. What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong.”

“No, I don’t. Baby, you’re acting like a pregnant woman.”

“That’s because I am, you giant idiot.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words as his mouth trembled.

“You what?” 

“You know what I said, you big dummy.”

His arm reached out to you and pulled you into his chest. He placed one of his hands on the nape of your neck while the other rested on your lower back.

“I know, baby. Just wanted to hear you say it again just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.”

“I am carrying your child, Tooru.”

His hold on your body became tighter as you said it again. 

“My dream has become true, thank you.” 

Sawamura Daichi

Nothing about today seemed out of the ordinary, just another casual day where you took a stroll in the park, hand in hand with Daichi.

Every step you took had you feeling sudden happiness that made your eyes tear up.

There were days where you would feel like this but those days were starting to feel like they were happening very often. 

You took the time to not only admire the beautiful park but your boyfriend. 

He seemed very distracted by whatever he was looking at so you followed his gaze and it led you to a playground full of toddlers. 

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Daichi unconsciously smiling.

The endearing moment came to an end when a little boy ran up to you with a woman running right behind him.

“Congrats, you have a child in there!” The little boy pointed at your tummy before turning back to the woman who was a few steps away.

Daichi’s eyes were stuck on your stomach while you started recalling the tiniest of things. 

Your hold on Daichi’s hand tightened when you remembered that your period hasn’t come.

Your eyes met your boyfriend’s and it’s as if you both had the same thought.

That’s what led you to this moment, Daichi sitting along with you on the bathroom floor as you wait for the results of three pregnancy tests.

The timer on your phone went off and your heart pounded violently against your chest as you turned the timer off. 

Your boyfriend’s hand reached for yours as if telling you that he’d be by your side regardless of the situation.

His free hand reached for the pregnancy tests sitting beside you and counted to three to see the final results

One…

Two…

And three positive tests that had Daichi’s eyes and yours simultaneously tear up.

Before you could say anything, his lips crashed against yours as he cupped your face in the palm of his hands.

“I’ll be here for the two of you, always and forever.”

Tendou Satori

Your husband, Tendou, went out to go buy a couple of things needed at home and medicine since you were feeling a bit under the weather. 

But the thing you didn’t tell him was that you were late. 

One of your friends had come over minutes after Tendou left to give you a few pregnancy tests because you wanted to make sure before you told him anything. 

You couldn’t bear to spend every minute sitting down by the tests so you paced around the bed until your alarm went off. 

Without peeking at the pregnancy tests, you sat down on Tendou’s side of the bed and held his pillow in your arms, his scent instantly calming you.

When you felt ready, you flipped each test around to be met with a bold “Pregnant” on the screen.

You stayed frozen on the bed as you continued to stare at the tests in slight disbelief.

You couldn’t tell how long you stayed frozen but you knew it was a while when your husband walked through the door, rambling.

“Hey, Princess. I found these really cute shoes that couldn’t wait for the future.”

“Princess, what are you- Oh!”

His eyes landed on the positive pregnancy tests and he softly cooed at you. Tendou sat right in front of you and caressed the apple of your cheeks as he whispered sweet words to comfort you.

He gently laid on the bed with you right against him and peppered tiny kisses on your forehead.

“I knew those baby shoes were calling to me for some reason.”

[captnjacksparrow]

Thank you, thank you THANK YOU ABOUT THAT POST ABOUT SASUKE!!!! Don’t get me wrong I fully believe that sasuke’s anger was truly justified and that his ending was disappointing because it’s absurd how he was imprisoned but the ones who had his entire clan murdered suffered no consequences

But the one thing I hate about some sasuke stans is the way the hype up every single one of his actions as if he wasn’t fucking torturing himself and losing his sanity towards the end of shippuden

Like ok he SHOULD get some sort of revenge but if the price to pay is seeing him losing himself and the qualities that mostly defined his characters then I’m sorry but I don’t want that

Part 1 Sasuke was a character who valued loyalty and camaraderie most of all, he constantly defended his teammates and was ready to die for one of them and you want me to hype up the sasuke who stabbed his FUCKING TEAMMATE???? Yeah he was always distant and independent but he’s also a character who wants and need to be loved and I get being mad at the konoha system and konoha s ideologies but stop with this dumb ass narrative of terrorist sasuke being badass when he was just being manipulated left and right and suffering as never before because of his “revenge”

So no I will never believe that he would have been happy after fulfilling his “goals”

I get that Reddit dudebros naruto fans who blindly hate sasuke are stupid but SOME sasuke stans are also self inserts with 0 reading comprehension skills

Finally😲😲

And Thank You for this Ask in response to that post, Anon.

And Please refrain from saying Terrorist Sasuke... Otherwise you would be mercilessly destroyed by those stans🤡🤡... Just like those Sakura self-inserts who come and scream at the places where they are not welcome, one such Sasuke stan also came and screamed at my comments even though I put a big disclaimer to not read it... 

REVENGE AND IT’S REACTIONS - IN OTHER MEDIAS

Let's see their claims.... So, Let's dissect their delusional visual and reading comprehension...

You just dumb it down to Sasuke’s Character that he loved Itachi and Naruto

Okay.... Was I wrong???? Let’s Leave Naruto out of it.... I don’t care about him for now.... 

I’ve written so many posts about Sasuke... And in most of them, Naruto don’t even plays a very important role.... Because Sasuke’s character, for the most part, was driven by Itachi and it revolves around him.... You don’t even need 5 Braincells to say that. A 5-Year old Child can say that when it sees it. 

This is Uchiha Sasuke comparing Naruto with his most beloved Person in Chapter 698. 

It’s one thing to make assumptions without any panel support and concoct delusions... But it’s another thing to prove something using the Pictures drawn by the Author.... 

I wonder, what can they say about this panel and countless other panels inside the Manga???? 

He always loved Itachi, definitely didn’t smile or felt that fleeting relief

Fleeting Relief??? Relief??? Really??? 

They are very bad at Sarcasm.... It’s not even funny.... I’ll bring this panel about Sasuke smiling after Itachi’s death... in this post too...

Okay, Let me talk something sensitive.... But before that, 

This is something I wrote in one of my earlier posts... As you can see, I am not totally against Revenge plots or something.... I love/stan it, when it’s done properly with a strong purpose and motivations. 

And just like I expected.... I got this from Chapter 4..

These lines from Sasuke actually piqued my curiosity to keep watching this series because of my inclination towards Revenge Plots. And since Sasuke mentioned that he wanted to ‘resurrect his clan’... I pretty much built my Head Canons as to how it would pan out. Because, I come from a Clan based culture and movies about Clan Massacre are pretty common here... 

And usually the person who murders an Entire Clan would be portrayed in a certain way where it’s plastered on their Head that ‘I did it to show my superiority or I did it to achieve my Goal or I did it because they all hurt me so much and I killed them to have my revenge and many more reasons..’ And since Sasuke said that his Older Brother did that... I was expecting an evil jerk who was inherently bad like Joffrey from Game of Thrones.

So, I know what I am going to get... Until this moment from Chapter 145/ Episode 81.... where the Author decided to do a 360 degree on the Readers... 

When I saw this scene... I instantly knew, “It’s not what I expected... Probably Itachi might have his reasons. He is not an evil jerk... And probably Sasuke might suffer later...”.

Am not saying that I was totally convinced that Itachi might be a good guy with this scene alone because I don’t know the full picture about the bond between Itachi and Sasuke... But a doubt has been indefinitely planted here that he didn’t do it on him whim... And he feels sad and conflicted before performing that Massacre... 

And during this Part 1 flashback.... I became 90% sure that Sasuke will never be happy after the revenge.... Because, The bond between I and S was very strong and extremely pleasant before the Massacre. However, It all changed in one night....

Let’s keep this UCM plot aside.... 

And Let’s see how people who enact revenge reacts to their Perpetrators from Other media....

THE JIANG CLAN MASSACRE - THE UNTAMED (Chinese TV Series)

As you can see many dead bodies lay everywhere... An Entire Clan got wiped out purely on a whim.... However our protagonists escaped from this tragedy and they will have their revenge... 

The perpetrators behind this Tragedy is this Lunatic.... And he was 

Disfigured into this.... Yeah, this series was all about Ghosts and Spirits... The Hero sent out a vengeful spirit to do this deed... 

 And in this picture, that idiot was practically begging on his knees in front of our Hero to not kill him... But instead of feeling anything... Our Hero was extremely amused.. Well, He has every right to be...

STARK MASSACRE - GAME OF THRONES (US TV series)

This is popularly called Red Wedding... And Starks (A House) were betrayed by the Host in a Wedding Event... It was one of the painful Event in any Media I’ve ever come across... I even wept for a week....

And this is how Arya Stark got her revenge on the person who wiped her entire Family in that Bloody Dinner.... She is even delightfully saying that “The Last thing you are ever going to see is a Stark smiling down at you as you die..”

And this is Sansa Stark having her Revenge when she fed her Violent Rapist to the hungry Dogs...

MASSACRE AT TWO PINES - KILL BILL Part I and Part II (A US movie)

This is the tagline of that movie... Which says a lot as to what you are going to get... I can talk hours and hours about this movie... But that’s for another Day... As you can see the movie was titled ‘Kill Bill’.... Meaning, the Protagonist, Beatrix Kiddo’s one and only Objective was to find this Bill and kill him.... Just like our Sasuke’s only objective was to kill Itachi.

This is the Massacre where our Pregnant Bride Protagonist was also seemingly dead among her other friends in the Chapel where she was about to get married... But then she survived this tragedy by some miracle and she swore revenge on those Monsters who did this to her.... 

These are the perpetrators who did the deed.... ( However Bill, the Antagonist is the Mastermind behind this tragedy is not in this picture and these people are his subordinates).

And this is her reaction when she killed one of those Bill’s Subordinates... She is still Angry..... As she is supposed to be... And I am not going to attach her every reaction Screen Shots after killing the remaining 3 people who participated in that Massacre... Because it was all same and she never felt anything.

And we, as Audience were eagerly waiting for her showdown to see how she was going to kill that Bill.... And Lo and Behold... We get this important revelation about her.... That is...

Beatrix Kiddo and Bill loved each other and the baby she was carrying earlier was Bill’s baby.... And After killing him....

This is how she reacted... You can see tears welling up in her eyes and she is neither Happy nor Angry.... And if this not enough.... After this scene,

We see her totally broke down by sobbing in the Bathroom hugging a Plush Toy... Which is an indication that she was not happy at all.... It’s not like she is regretting about the revenge or anything... It’s just that she feels empty and because of that she couldn’t control her emotions...

I’ve attached 3 massacres from 3 different medias.... Out of which 2 Victims were extremely satisfied after the Revenge and one wasn’t....

You know why they were happy and Beatrix Kiddo wasn’t????

Because she killed the person she loved the most.... Whereas in the former cases, the Perpetrators were purely evil with no ties to the Victim. 

Let’s come back to Naruto series....

This is Sasuke right after killing Itachi.... The Author has spent a whole page to show that Sasuke was feeling empty... And after this page.....

We get this!!!!! Where Sasuke was forcing himself to pull a smile.... And that Sasuke stan was boldly claiming that this is Sasuke feeling Relief....

Seriously????? How can anyone with a clear mind can say that Sasuke was feeling relieved here???? If he was relieved... Why did he feel sad and empty here???

And right after knowing the truth.... We get this heart breaking scene...

How is Sasuke any different from Beatrix Kiddo....???? In Beatrix’s case, Bill was a clear sadistic piece of shit who really wanted to kill her & her Baby... and fortunately she miraculously survived.... And yet, she felt extremely sad and empty after taking the Revenge.... But in Sasuke’s case, it was totally different.... Itachi never ever wanted to kill him. 

Imagine to what extent Sasuke must have felt empty & sad after the revenge????

It’s precisely because of that Love for Itachi... He is weeping here...

And you are telling me that Killing Naruto for his Revolution will make him Happy????

These people clearly lack Reading and Visual comprehension and Media Perception.... They are totally delusional by hyping up a single panel while conveniently ignoring all the good panels that shows the vulnerable side of Sasuke... 

Sasuke didn’t hate Konoha even after he learned the Truth

Geez!!! I never said he didn’t hate Konoha... I only said he couldn’t completely hate that Village...

So, What I could infer from these people is that.... They couldn’t even read and comprehend what I wrote in a simple post which might have taken a maximum of 10 minutes to read.... 

How could they even comprehend a manga which has 700 Chapters which could take a week or 2 to complete???? 

Also you said Sasuke knew what he was doing was wrong then why the hell did he do all this for or changed his mind after talking to the hokages

This person is making Sasuke into this dumb idiot who didn’t realize what he was doing was wrong.... 

This is the real Sasuke who couldn’t even kill 1000 people for a training purpose even though he could’ve easily finished them off....

And you are telling me that Sasuke didn’t know that killing innocent people from that Village was wrong??? He knew it and yet he was willing to do it anyway...

“I have no intention of protecting the ‘Peaceful’ world that sacrificed him...”

So, he knew that Itachi’s Act brought peace... And yet he was willing to destroy it??

“I turned out this way only because of you!!”

So, Sasuke consciously realize that he turned into something that he never wished for... So, he knew it’s wrong, didn’t he???

It’s not only this panel... There are so many other panels which conveys that he knew what he was doing was wrong... And it’s precisely because he knew it was wrong... He had doubts and hesitation and went onto hear the story from the Hokages. 

What kind of Shitty Reading Comprehension these stans have, I really wonder????

You just took all of Sasuke’s core themes and threw it away to suit your purposes and ship... you yourself aren’t so different from those ‘stans’ or good ol Sakura you are complaining about...

Oh Really??? 

First, I didn’t even bring Naruto in this post . And I never hesitated to bring any panels for any arguments.. But still I proved their views are hilariously wrong on every aspects.

Second, I don’t even understand what is Sasuke’s core theme that they frequently spout about... Please someone let me know... I am willing to hear it. Because all he wanted was Revenge for 574 Chapters.... And right around Chapter 627... Sasuke diverged his path away from revenge and thought about doing something that wasn’t about himself.

It seems that person got triggered because I compared them to Sakura... Well, they are proving me right by clowning themselves like this... So, Of Course they are some ‘Real Life Sakura’ without a doubt...

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You know, When I was an Unspoiled, Extra Virgin after finishing the series... i.e, Not knowing anything about Fandom’s perception & such.... I almost formed an opinion about Sasuke because he was always that Mysterious Black Box whom I couldn’t read what he was thinking. Well, he was intentionally written that way. And his feelings were all left to subtexts instead of explicitly mentioning out loud... [[Not talking about SNS...]]. But My opinion about him was... ‘Why is he saying something and doing something else?’... And Since Naruto series made me deeply affected on many levels, I decided to participate in the Fandom... 

So, I went to Reddit....

A Grave mistake on my part..... I shouldn’t have done that.

95% are filtered idiots who don’t even know anything about Character Development, Visual Story telling, Scene Coherence and whatnot.... 

And on the other end of the spectrum, I stumbled onto Tumblr and I saw some honest opinions being written here frequently.... UNTIL IT’S NOT.... Man!!!! They defend every one of Sasuke’s actions as Cool and Being Badass.... is just incomprehensible!!!!! Seriously, they are no different from Dudebros either...  

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Revenge is extremely gratifying on many occasions but when it comes under the context of killing the person they loved the most.... No matter what, It will always lead to emptiness and sorrow. Sasuke and Beatrix were the best example of it... It’s a pity that these self-projecting clowns don’t even have this basic understanding....  

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Rose Tinted.

Pairing: Yandere!Kuroo/Reader, Yandere!Kenma/Reader, Yandere!Akaashi/Reader & Yandere!Bokuto/Reader.

Word Count: 3.9k.

Synopsis: Life is stressful. It was stressful when you were your own person, when you were free, and it is now, when you’re relegated to a captivity spent in the arms of your four captors. It’s only natural that you adapt to your current life by modifying the details of your old one.

TW: Prolonged Imprisonment, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Mentions of Past Toxic Relationships, and Implied Non-Con.

Kuroo reminds you of your old roommate, sometimes.

It’s a sickening comparison to draw, but you can’t help yourself, not when you’re with him, not when he’s acts so much like her. Kuroo’s a morning person, and with his busy schedule and all the time he spends traveling, he tries to steal every minute he can with you, every second you’re not wrapped in Bokuto’s arms or sitting on Kozume’s lap or doing whatever Akaashi does, after he forces those little white pills down your throat and your mind gets too fuzzy to form memories, even if that means he has to fish you out of bed before sunrise, deposit you on the countertop, and mutter one of his favorite threats in your ear, just to ensure you won’t make another lunge at the knife block. You’re almost grateful for that last step. It gives you an excuse not to strain yourself, so early in the day.

It’s a vague link, but it’s there. In the way he hums to himself as he cooks, how absent-mindedly he moves around the kitchen as he puts together the meal you’ve watched him make a thousand times. He’s more rushed than she used to be, though. Whereas your roommate would still have one eye shut as she cracked an egg over a sizzling pan, Kuroo’s already fully dressed, even if his shirt’s slightly unbuttoned, his tie loosened and his blazer draped over your shoulders despite your attempts to subtly shrug it off. That was something she’d done, too, but differently, more innocently. She’d ruffle your hair as you collapsed on the kitchen island, commenting on ‘another late night’ or how helpless you’d be without her help. Kuroo doesn’t have to ask. He knows where you are, where you were, all the time, every day, and if there’s a lapse in your schedule he isn’t sure how to fill in, then you wouldn’t be watching him cook.

You’d be locked in a closet, left without food or water or warmth for however long it took for you to swallow your pride and admit that you’d spent two hours trying to break the deadbolt on your bedroom’s window yesterday, all while Kuroo sat on the other side of the door and congratulated you on finally being honest.

You almost don’t notice when the humming stops, Kuroo turning the stove off before he shifts, his eyes flickering in your direction while a soft grin tugs at the corner of his lips, more patronizing than endearing. You can almost bring yourself to hate him for it. In the moment, you think you do. “You’ve been awful quiet,” He starts, once you fail to say anything on your own. “Something on your mind?”

Lying to Kuroo is useless. Bokuto never catches it and Kozume doesn’t care, but Kuroo doesn’t allow it. He thinks it’s a sign of disobedience. He thinks it means you’re falling into old habits. “Just my roommate,” You mutter, hoping you sound disinterested enough for Kuroo to drop the topic. “She used to cook a lot, too.”

There’s a hum of acknowledgement, a collision of wood on wood as he opens the nearest drawer. Idly, you wonder if Kuroo can do anything without making noise. “Blonde hair, brown eyes? The same girl who always skipped out on rent?”

“She couldn’t keep a job.” You almost glance towards him, if only to smirk and tell him that, whatever he’s making, she would’ve made it better, but you stop yourself before you can. He wouldn’t like that, and as bland as Kuroo’s cooking is, your roommate probably would’ve burnt the pan beyond repair and left the mess for you to find, hours later. “It wasn’t her fault. She always got stuck with strict bosses, and she wasn’t good with schedules. She was really nice, though.”

Kuroo chuckles, taking a second to prod at your side. “C’mon, sweetheart, nicer than me?”

You don’t answer, but Kuroo doesn’t seem to mind. There’s another laugh, another prod, and he steps in front of you, positioning himself between your open legs and supporting himself against the cabinets lining the wall, caging you in. It’s probably supposed to be a playful gesture. It’s probably supposed to be, he probably wants it to be, but somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to feel so light-hearted.

When he raises a hand, you don’t flinch, but you have to fight the urge to recoil as he cups your jaw, tracing his thumb over your cheek. You don’t want him to touch you, but you know better than to push him away. “We’re in a good mood today, alright?” The question is soft, well-meaning, but you frown regardless, tightening your grip on the edge of the countertop. “No fighting, no tantrums, and no trying to get away while I’m gone. I know the others go easy on you, but when I come home, I don’t want to hear a word about your behavior.”

They don’t go easy on you. No one goes easy on you. Kuroo’s just too harsh.

Kuroo’s strict, but… he makes good on his promises. If there’s anything about him you like, it’s that.

Apparently, you take a little too long to respond. Again, you're forced to think about your roommate when he sighs, the same way she used to when you had to tell her you wouldn't be able to pick her up from that bar or go to this party, that you were too tired, that you didn’t want to see her face after working yourself to the bone so the two of you could afford to feed yourselves. Like she was disappointed. Like she had the right to be disappointed.

“I know you’re still getting used to this, but try to give it time. The guys and me, all of us love you, and none of us want to see you sulk. I’m not asking you to cheer every time I walk through the door, just…” There’s a pause, another sigh. Kuroo straightens his back, pressing a long, lingering kiss into the top of your head. “Just try to smile a little more, alright? I promise, I’ll make it worth the effort.”

Your answer is short, but you can still feel Kuroo’s smile against your skin. And, just for a moment, you think you might be grateful he bothered to ask.

“I’ll try.”

~

Bokuto reminds you of your boyfriend, in a certain way.

Out of all of your captors, his intentions are the most unquestionably romantic. Akaashi and Kuroo seem to think of you as more of a pet than a partner, and you’ve never been able to figure out what Kozume wants from you, but Bokuto’s straight-forward, Bokuto doesn’t feel the need to hide his intentions behind pretty words and selfish gifts and mantras about how much he loves you, even if the last still comes naturally. You don’t appreciate him for it. You don’t like him for it, but it makes Bokuto bearable. If you had the luxury of choosing a favorite, he’d probably be your first pick.

It helps that he’s still so convinced your relationship is normal. When he’s the one to wake you up, he lets you decide what you want to wear, and when he kisses you, you don't have to kiss back. You’re allowed to say no, with Bokuto. You’re allowed to refuse, and he won’t push you to change your mind.

Tonight’s an exception to that rule, obviously.

You think you’re in Akaashi’s bed. The sheets are white, tucked in a little too tightly at the corners, and the lighting is dimmer than it would be, if Bokuto’d had the patience to carry you somewhere more private. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you don’t have time to forget waking up. The jarring dip of the mattress, the strong hand on your shoulder, barely bothering to shake for a second before pushing you onto your back and pinning you down, thighs straddling your waist and his chest pressing against yours before you can do so much as open your eyes. You only realize it’s him, realize that it’s Bokuto when he kisses you, taking advantage of your stupor in that messy, clumsy way that always leaves you breathless and gagging. That leaves you hurt, more so than you would be if any of the others treated you so roughly.

He’s smiling, when he pulls away. It’s not soft and it’s not subtle, and it hasn’t faded by the time he finds your neck, latching onto the sensitive spot just above your jugular. If he had been your boyfriend, you might’ve laughed as his teeth graze against your skin, you might’ve found it exciting when he bite down. But, it isn’t. Your boyfriend would’ve asked, and Bokuto isn’t your boyfriend.

“I asked,” He cuts in, not waiting for you to finish. That’s fine. It’s expected, honestly. Bokuto’s like a puppy, too eager for his own good, a trait that borders on endearing at times, but only manages to come off as frustrating, now. “He’s always really busy, and you just looked so sweet, I didn’t know of I could leave you all alone.” There’s a laugh, abrupt and bright, the sound soon muffled against the crook of your shoulder. “Just an hour, alright? Then you can go back to sleep.”

“Kotaro,” You try, pushing lightly on his chest. It’s a futile effort, one that only results in a groan against your skin and an arm around your waist, but you try regardless. You’re not sure you’d be able to forgive yourself if you stopped. “It’s supposed to be Keiji’s turn and… I don’t know if he’d be alright with--”

That sounds like something your boyfriend would’ve said, too. Just an hour. Just an hour, then you’d be able to go back to sleep, or back to work, or back to whatever you did to pass time when you didn’t have any time to pass. And when you didn’t have an hour, when you tried to explain that, you two would spend an hour fighting, instead. At least you didn’t have to fight with Bokuto. He made that part easy, with his willingness to pout and cry and fuck you into the mattress with tears in his eyes because, although you could say no, he doesn’t care if you do. It just makes things easier when you don’t.

“I-” Again, you’re interrupted, the words fading into a small, high-pitched shriek as his canines sink into your shoulder. And you’d just gotten your hopes up that he might let his last set of love-bites heal without interruption. “I don’t want to do this.”

Now, that makes him pull away. It’s almost surprising, how little relief there is to accompany the gesture, how much guilt comes with having to meet those wide, glassy eyes and swallow the apology playing on your tongue. You didn't apologize to your boyfriend, not the last time, not the most important time. Or, your ex-boyfriend, you guess. You’re pretty sure you broke up with him, or he broke up with you, or someone said something that made you angry enough to storm out of his apartment and into Bokuto’s waiting arms, Akaashi beside him with a length of rope and a needle full of sedatives. 

His voice shakes when he speaks. ”Are you… Are you mad at me, again?”

You aren’t. It’s hard to be mad at Bokuto, and you’re so tired of always doing the hard thing.

“Wouldn it matter if I was?” You mumble, falling back onto Akaashi’s bed. “It’s not like you’d listen to me.”

You’re looking at the ceiling, now, but there’s a shift, a slight change. Soon, you can’t feel his weight on your chest, and you have to suppress the urge to mourn his stifling presense. “I’d try to.”

You almost wish it was Akaashi on top of you. At least then, you might be able to believe he knows he’s lying. “You wouldn’t,” You sigh, trying to sound exasperated. Trying to sound genuine. “If you listened to me, you would’ve let me go, by now. If you really loved me, I wouldn’t still have to tell you how much I hate it here.”

Less than a month ago, you’d yelled the same words. Screamed them, repeated them, told Bokuto how much you hated him and his friends and everything they’d forced onto you. Now, it’s all you can do to say them with enough strength not to crack under the pressure, not to give into the temptation to throw yourself at his chest and claw until he’s the villain again and you’re helpless, just an uninvolved bystander in your own suffering.

To your credit, it’s a fleeting urge, one that’s gone by the time you roll onto your side, away from Bokuto, curling into yourself as he settles against your back. There’s a heavy sigh, another gentle kiss to the nape of your neck. His arm wraps around your waist, but there’s no attempt to drag you closer, no attempt to go any further. You almost wish he would.

It’d be easier to cry yourself to sleep, if you could blame him for forcing you to.

~

Akaashi reminds you of your co-workers, all the time.

He spends so much time working, it’d be impossible not to draw the connection. He smells like an office, like ink and metal and more chemicals than an editor should use, and he feels like one, too, his skin always cold and his hands always quick to clamp down around anything warm and kicking and alive. It reminds you of the receptionist who used to give you a hug every morning, a sourceless gesture that was always a little too tight to be comfortable. Of Kuroo’s handshake, when you were first called back after your initial interview. You suppose he has more right to the position than Akaashi, you must’ve worked under him for months, but Kuroo invited you out for drinks, he made small talk, he could take off his suit and defrost when he wanted to.

Akaashi couldn’t. Akaashi can’t.

That, or he won’t, and you don’t know which option scares you more.

It doesn’t help that he works so often, either, even when he’s home. You can try to block it out, try to ignore the constant click of his keyboard, the occasional creak of his chair whenever Akaashi tries to reposition himself, but there’s only so much you can do on his lap, your arms strung over his shoulders and your face buried in his chest, your sleep-deprived mind momentarily forgetting its distaste in favor of seeking out as much comfort as it could.

That might be what drives you to speak, to break the silence as Akaashi bows his head, his lips brushing against the dip of your shoulder while his hands fall from his laptop to your hips. As always, his touch is cold, unnerving, the shirt he’d forced you to borrow doing little to protect you from the chill. “I hate you.”

There’s a tap to your side, a noise of acknowledgement. “I know, angel. You’ve mentioned it before.”

“So much,” You go on, your voice muffled by his sweatshirt. “More than the others. Every night I fantasize about slitting your throat and stuffing one of your stupid toys in the wound. I still have a scar from that fucking collar.”

This time, you get a hum, low and absent-minded. “A small one,” He adds. “Kenma’s done worse, and I’ve already apologized.”

He has. This is an old argument, one you’re still mad about, but one you know you’ll never resolve, not with someone so apathetic. So, you try a different approach. Not something more honorable, but something different. Something that wouldn’t leave a coat of ash on your tongue, hopefully. “My friends probably think I’m dead by now, my family too.” It feels good to say, but it feels awful, at the same time. Like you’re admitting defeat. Like you’re submitting to the same man who's been whispering those very same words to you since your first night spent in his loving care. “Even if I get out, you’ve already ruined my life. I won’t have anywhere to go back to, not a job, no place to--”

“That’s a good thing, right?” It’s an innocent question, judging by his tone. You try not to take it as one. “You always hated your job.”

It’s almost a reflex to defend yourself. “I never--”

“Yes, you did.” If it was Bokuto, you could’ve told yourself he’d been fed a lie, or pushed into a delusion that featured you as a damsel in distress and him as your big, strong, brave hero. If it was Kuroo, you could’ve told yourself that he wanted you to believe you hated your job, your old life, everything he was kind enough to rip you away from. Kozume would’ve been uninterested enough to stop the conversation before you started to spiral, but you’re not talking to Kozume, or Kuroo, or Bokuto. You’re talking to Akaashi, and Akaashi doesn’t care whether or not you’re happy. He doesn’t have a reason to lie to you, not about something so mundane. “That’s why we had to take you home. You were too stressed, I was getting worried.” He pauses, his hands moving to your sides, pulling you away from his chest. You don’t resist, but you don’t look up, either, not until he cups your cheeks in his palms, his voice suddenly going from sterile to soft in the space between one breath and another. “It was painful to watch, it was painful for all of us. I know it’s hard to see from your perspective, but you used to cry so much, and you were so close to falling apart. We just did what we thought would help.”

“So you decided to kidnap me?” It’s the harshest you’ve been in weeks, even if you barely manage to raise your voice. You grab his wrists, but you don’t try to jerk him away. Instead, you settle on digging your nails into his skin, and in return, Akaashi ignores your minor show of rebellion. “You’re not doing me a favor. You’ll never convince me I want this, because I don’t. If you have to tell me I’m happy, it’s only because you know I’m not.”

“You’re not happy, but you’re happier than you used to be.” He doesn’t try to make light of the revelation, but his neutral expression still cracks, leaving the smallest smile in its place. Not amused, but not sympathetic, either. Not malicious, but certainly not kind enough to spare your feelings. “It’s easier, and I think you know that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You just couldn’t handle life without a little help.”

You pull away, jerking your head out of his hands and crossing your arms in front of you, putting as much distance between you and Akaashi as you can. “You’re lying. You’re lying, and you’re not even doing it well.”

You can feel him let out a breath of a laugh, leaning forward just enough to push a kiss into your temple before drawing back, content to admire the long-awaited results of his work.

“Of course I am, angel.”

~

Kozume doesn’t remind you of anything, and it’s unbearable.

You’d worked with Kuroo, intimately. He’d introduced you to Bokuto, and you’d met Akaashi at his games, even if the two of you never shared more than a few polite niceties about the match at-hand. Kozume’s the only one who’s new to you, he’s the only one who’s just your kidnapper, even if he fit the role well. You can’t sympathize with him, because there’s nothing to sympathize with. You can’t understand his irrational connection with you, because he’s never bothered to offer an explanation. It shouldn’t upset you as much as it does. It shouldn’t be as awful as it is. He shouldn’t make you feel as disgusting as you do, but he does. You don’t know why, but he does, and you can’t forgive him because of it.

It’s almost a relief when you wake up alone on the edge of Kozume’s bed, tucked under heavy black sheets with sunlight already spilling through the open window. You consider rolling over, trying to go back to sleep, but you can already hear a lock clicking in the distance, light footsteps moving over wood as Kozume steps in, leaning against the doorway as he watches you start to stir. You’re purposefully lethargic, taking the time to sit up and rub your eyes until it doesn’t hurt to blink, but Kozume’s content to stare on. Part of you hopes you’ll get used to it, soon. The rest of you tries to smother the idea before it can spread.

“Mornin’,” He calls, when you make it clear you’re awake. He’s dressed, not formally, just jeans and a hoodie, but it’s more than you’ve come to expect from Kozume. Somehow, it only makes him seem more alien. “I’ve got few meetings today, Tetsuro’s out of town, Bokuto’s training, and Akaashi doesn’t get off until this afternoon, so you should have the house to yourself until sunset, at least.” There’s a glance to the floor, a quiet laugh. Despite everything, he can still seem shy when he wants to. “If you promise not to break anything, I could forget to lock you up before I leave. It’s not like you’d try to get out, anyway.”

“I would.” It’d be a damning confession with anyone else, but Kozume doesn’t blink twice. He’s already made up his mind, which means nothing you say matters. “I hate it here, and all of you know that.”

“Maybe, but you wouldn’t leave.” His voice is calm, his tone playful, but Kozume’s eyes narrow as he steps forward, and you square your shoulders, trying to glaring at the sheets rather than him. Still, you can feel him hovering over you, making you squirm as he goes on. “I mean, why would you want to? It’s not like have anything to go back to. Hell, from the way it looks, we might’ve been the only ones who stil pretend to miss you.”

“Of course I’d want to,” You snap, trying not to ball his sheets in your fists, trying not to acknowledge how reasonable he sounds, trying to ignore the part of your brain screaming for you to calm down before you make things worse for yourself. “I have a family. I have friends. I have a life outside of lying down, closing my eyes, and letting you live out whatever sick, perverted fantasy you’re trying to--”

“That’s not what I asked.” He doesn’t try to talk over you. He doesn’t have to, not when there’s already so little strength behind your argument. “You should want to escape, but…” Finally, his smile falters, but the unbothered frown that takes its place is no less comforting. He shrugs as he speaks, and you have to fight the urge to shrink into yourself. “Do you?”

You open your mouth. You open your mouth, then you close it again, then you close your eyes and drag your knees up to your chest, glaring childishly at the mattress, behaving exactly how they want you to. Kozume doesn’t try to push you any further. He doesn’t ask another question, he doesn’t force you to anwer, only sighing as he drapes an arm over your shoulder, slotting himself against your side, holding you. It’s cruel of him to do. It’s a small mercy. It’s nothing, it means nothing, but he’s mocking you, at the same time, belittling you, humiliating you. You hate him for it, but at the same time, you’re not sure you can. You’re so tired. You’re so, so tired, and you’re not sure you can be anything else, anymore.

You’re not sure you know if he’s wrong, anymore.

[peachycheol]

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© banner credit: thank you to the love of my life @suhdreams​ for making this banner for me 🥺💘 ➸ summary: when people say ‘not all men’, they’re actually right. kim mingyu, your best friend, would never disappoint you. especially not in the bedroom.  ➸ genre: pwp 😌 ➸ pairing: best friend!mingyu x reader  ➸ warning: dirty talk, slight dumbification, heavy petting, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl), cream pie, oral (fem. receiving), cum eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yn is really horny? ➸ w.c: 3.2k ➸ tags: you can all thank @risquewonu​ for this <333  

➸ author’s note: ahh, i’m sorry this took me so long! i didn’t mean to write this much, but what the smuth wants, the smuth gets. also, i want to thank you all for 100 followers! i’ll make a separate post to properly thank you all, but i am!!! baffled!!! i really appreciate the support ;u; love you guys! 

If there are two things in this world that you are absolutely certain of, they are: 1) Men ain’t shit, and 2) with the exception of Kim Mingyu. Knowing this information doesn’t really benefit you in any way. You still go out on Tinder dates that leave you high and dry 15 minutes after taking you home. And Kim Mingyu is still your very platonic best friend, who seems to be reliable in every single way except perhaps in the one way you need most desperately. 

But for all you know, he could be just like every other male in bed. He couldn’t be unbelievably handsome, the most thoughtful, caring person you know, and a sex god; it just wouldn’t be fair! No, it is much easier to convince yourself that Mingyu’s perfection only extended to being a best friend, if only for your peace of mind. Otherwise, you’d have to live with the possibility that the only person who can give you sweet release is the only one you’re technically not supposed to fuck. 

For reasons that seem to become annoyingly hazy every time you lie down next to him on his bed, just as you are at this moment. 

The two of you often end nights out like this, scrolling through one another’s TikTok’s until the wee hours of the morning, laughing loudly until his neighbors threaten to file a noise complaint. As someone who has claimed him as your best friend for three years, you know you’re supposed to be used to the smell of the musky cologne that clings onto his sheets and the feeling of his warm body as he leans closer to show you his For You Page. But lately, it seems harder and harder to fight off the warmth that pulses straight to your core whenever he does anything as simple as laugh, making you shiver when his breath tickles the side of your neck. 

God, you just really need to get laid properly. You lick your dry lips and try to remind yourself that you have no idea if Mingyu would even be able to satisfy you. Though you do have to admit you couldn’t imagine any situation where the boy isn’t overly generous and eager to please-- No! Just watch the damn TikToks! 

“Hey, you good?” Mingyu suddenly asks, nudging your side. “Why aren’t you laughing? ‘His package needs to come in the fe-mail’! That one’s gold!”

You let out a snort. Leave it to Mingyu to bring you back to reality with one line. Even when you don’t say a word, he knows exactly what you need in a moment, which in this case is a reminder that he’s your very dorky friend. “Shut up, that’s so stupid,” you say, but you can’t help but laugh along with him when it replays.

“Aha, you laughed though.” Satisfied with your response he scrolls down to a video of a girl smiling suggestively into the camera. She points to the caption that says ‘If all the boys that made me cum were in my room with me right now, I would…’ Suddenly, the camera pans and she looks at the screen tiredly. The caption now read as ‘Be alone. Men are trash’.

At this, you bust out with a howl of laughter, clutching at your stomach. It was kind of sad, but it was good to know you weren’t alone in this world. All the while, Mingyu stares at you with an eyebrow raised. Once you calm down, you meet his amused gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“You thought it was that funny, huh? It’s not even that accurate,” he says teasingly. 

You roll your eyes. “Um, yeah it is. I’ve never met a man who could make me cum, and clearly many other people can relate. This video has 1.4k likes!”

Mingyu quickly puts his phone down and pouts. “Nu uh! Not all guys are that incompetent!” 

“Men are such babies,” you sigh. “They are that incompetent! You know how many dates I went to last semester, right? Not one of them made me cum!”

“Okay, I told you before you even went on those dates that those guys weren’t worth your time.” Mingyu waves his hand dismissively. “For your information, I have made sure that all the ladies that I’ve taken to the bedroom had at least one orgasm. At least!”

“Mingyu, sweetie,” you coo, patting his cheek as if to comfort him. “They were all faking it, because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”  Right? They all had to have faked it. You try to tell yourself this, try to reign in the last bit of sanity you have before your mind wanders off to anywhere inappropriate.

Your best friend now props himself up so that you could properly see the smirk plastered across his annoyingly chiseled features. “You’re so sure, huh? I bet I could make you cum multiple times. Easily.” 

Your mouth falls open in shock. It isn’t uncommon for the two of you to taunt each other like this, but you have also never been in such a vulnerable mood. It’s the type of mood that has your heart racing impossibly fast, the type of mood that has your panties pathetically damp from just one sentence. You blink, trying to regain as much composure as you can. You know it’s too late, though; your imagination is already flashing through scenes of your deepest desires, all being fulfilled by the man in front of you. But Mingyu is only joking, so you do what you can to continue playing along and pretend like you don’t want him to just fuck you into the mattress until you were drooling into his sheets. 

“I-I seriously doubt that!” you say, but there is no conviction in your voice. Clearing your throat, you try adding, “Dude, I’ve literally seen you fall down a flight of stairs when you were sober. And we were going up. Kinda hard to imagine that you’ll know how to fuck me to an orgasm when you can’t even walk right.” 

Now you’re just lying through your teeth, but you want to hold off the inevitable moment that Mingyu discovers your apparent arousal for as long as possible. The last thing you need right now is for him to laugh in your face.

Mingyu chuckles, then suddenly shifts so that his arms are placed on either side of your head, trapping you underneath him. To his surprise, you do nothing to push him off like you usually do at this point. Still, he doesn’t plan on being the first to back off, so he continues his little game, intent on winning. “See, this is why you can’t find a guy who can satisfy you. You clearly don’t know what to look for.” He leans down until the tip of his nose grazes yours. For good measure, he drops his voice an octave and says, “You’ll be the one who can’t walk right when I’m done with you.” 

Perplexingly, his shameless flirting doesn’t make you move as he predicted. Nor does it make you look annoyed. Instead, you look up at him with eyes that are unmistakably glazed over with something he didn’t quite expect to see: pure lust. It immediately sends a rush of blood down to his cock. He blinks. Oh. So this is where the night is going. He only falters for a moment, but he soon flashes a breathtaking smile down at you, his eyes glinting mischievously. 

 It isn’t like he’s never thought about it before; he had just assumed that once you started calling him your best friend, you were also lowkey telling him that sex was off the table. And it wasn’t like he minded, because he definitely liked being by your side knowing it was fully okay to be himself since you were obligated to love him regardless. Plus there was just something about you that made him want to take care of you and if being your best friend was the only way he could do it, then that had been fine by him. But now that he knows that he can take care of you in another way, in the way that he sometimes found himself yearning for on lonely nights, he is all too eager to break free of the unspoken boundaries between the two of you. 

“And what am I looking for?” you whisper. 

“It seems like you’re looking for me, baby,” he responds softly, before pressing a kiss where your jaw meets your neck. He slowly drags his lips down the side of your neck, and revels in how it already has you pressing your legs together. “Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said those guys didn’t make you cum, huh? Is that why you’re already so fucking worked up? You want to cum that badly?”

You nod wordlessly, not quite ready for Mingyu to hear the desperate whine that would surely leave your lips as he continues pressing wet kisses along your skin. You opt to simply thread your fingers in his hair and tug hard enough to show your impatience. It seems to trigger something in him; all in an instant, your best friend’s soft lips clash against your own, his tongue easily sliding into your mouth, all the while while his hand reaches down to grab one of your thighs. He squeezes it teasingly before pushing it outwards, which causes the mini skirt you’re wearing to bunch up around your waist, revealing your panties and how they cling to your pussy like a second skin. 

“M-mingyu!” you squeak into his lips when you feel his fingers tentatively rub small circles into the wet spot. He nips at your lip harshly as he starts to rub more deliberately, the flimsy fabric of your underwear creating a delicious friction against your clit. “H-hah! Yes, o-oh my god!” 

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me, baby girl,” he chuckles, but he knows he isn’t one to talk while his cock is half hard just from hearing the way you moan his name. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. You’re not leaving this room until your little pussy cums nice and hard on my cock.” 

“Ngh!-- yes p-please! Please, Mingyu,” you beg mindlessly. Your eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration. Despite your best friend’s promises, you are still hesitant to hold out any hope for anything more than what you’re accustomed to, so you try to take as much as you can while it lasts. However, in your lustful daze, you had forgotten that if Kim Mingyu is anything, he is a man of his word. 

 You let out a high-pitched moan when his fingers suddenly grind harsh circles into your clit, more surprised than anything else that he even knew where to find it. “But first,” he says, licking his lips, “you’re going to be a good girl and cum just like this. Right into your filthy little panties. Can you do that for me, baby?” 

He takes your drawn out whine as a response, and continues to rub relentlessly over your hardened clit until your legs begin to shake. That’s when he shoves the soaked material of your underwear to the side and pinches the bud. Hard. 

He rolls your clit between the pads of his fingertips over and over, sending jolts of electric pleasure all the way to your toes. It causes them to curl, all the while you feel the heat simmering in your lower abdomen finally coil tighter and tighter. “Fuckfuckfuck,” you chant, the words coming out slurred like you’re a teenager who’s gotten drunk from one sip of champagne. “M-mingyu-- mmh! I t-think I’m going to--!” 

A loud cry leaves your lips the moment the coil snaps, and you nearly tear up from how much better it feels to finally cum on someone else’s fingers, especially Mingyu’s long, thick digits.  He soothingly slides them through your drenched folds, mesmerized by how much wetness now covered his hand. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages. Once your body slumps back into the mattress, he brings his fingers up to see how they glisten in the light. “We’ve barely even started and look at what the mess you’ve already made. You must have been waiting so long for me to fuck you, huh?” 

Not even your post-orgasm buzz can keep you from getting irked by Mingyu’s cockiness, which is why you reach your own hand down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s been waiting for this,” you say with a sly grin of your own. He watches you, jaw clenched, as you swiftly pop the button of his pants open and slip your fingers past the waistband of his underwear to take hold of his fully hardened member. 

It feels warm and heavy in your palm, which can barely wrap around the girth. You bite your lip, your pussy greedily clenching around nothing at the thought of how good it would stretch you out.

“I should have known you’d be a fucking tease,” Mingyu rasps. His hips buck into your hand involuntarily, and his smile returns when he notices how the movement makes you whimper in anticipation. 

There is a beat of silence when you and Mingyu meet eyes before the both of you begin undressing each other as fast as you can, haphazardly tugging off both your shirts, his pants, and your pesky undergarments. Once he’s tossed aside your soiled panties, he immediately presses your thighs apart to get a full view of your sopping cunt. “So pretty,” he mumbles to himself, spreading the lips apart with his fingers. His member throbs at the sight, the tip leaking precum when he sees how your pussy clenches in anticipation. “I bet it’s going to look even prettier when it’s taking my fat cock, don’t you think?”

The two of you watch in awe as Mingyu starts to sink into your entrance, a garbled moan leaving your lips when the tip alone already has you feeling so full. “Mingyu, h-how is-- ooh!-- your d-dick soo-- f-fucking big? A-Ah!” It takes a good while for you to finish your sentence as each of Mingyu’s shallow thrusts leave you gasping for air. By the time he bottoms out, the both of you are panting hard, both engrossed by how snugly his cock fits in your walls. 

“Shit, if I had known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” Mingyu groans. He slowly drags his member out of you, letting you feel every inch of him before he surges forward into a feverish pace that already has his bed frame creaking loudly. He is definitely getting a noise complaint from his grumpy neighbors tonight. But seeing you underneath him like this, lips parted and legs spread, definitely makes it difficult to care about anything other than the desire to hear more of your needy cries. “Does it feel good, baby girl? Do you like how my cock fills your little pussy?”

“It fuh--!--ngh, feels s-soo good,” Having already came once, your sensitivity is on overload, and each rough thrust of Mingyu’s hips, each crude slap of his skin against yours, is enough to drive you closer and closer to delirium. “Mmh-- please, Mingyu! F-fuck me so deep!”

“Anything for my little cockslut.” He moves quickly to kneel between your legs, hooking his arms underneath your knees to keep them open as he continues to pound into you. The new position instantly makes you keen loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his member brush against your cervix. 

“Fuuuuck,” you sob and clutch at the sheets. His grip on your legs tightens and he angles his hips so that he hits that spot every time, rendering you completely incoherent. You want to beg him to fuck you like this forever, to tell him you’d do anything to feel his cock fuck you open every night, but you can only babble, unable to comprehend anything that isn’t the insatiable thirst burning within you.

“Damn baby, did I fuck you stupid?” Seeing you so drunk on his cock, he wonders how anyone could ever fuck you without wanting to see you cum over and over again. His hair falls over his eyes as he fucks up into you with renewed vigor, his hot skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. He grits his teeth when he feels how tightly your walls grip onto him.“Shit-- you must want me to make you cum again, baby girl. Your little pussy just keeps sucking me in.”

“H-hah, y-yes! Yes, please god, Mingyu, I want to c-cum again. P-please let me cum,” you beg, practically writhing as you pathetically attempt to meet his thrusts. Without any hesitation, Mingyu brings down his thumb and presses it into your swollen clit, causing your body to seize up suddenly. “A-Aah Mingyu! I’m--!” The intensity of your orgasm has your back arching off the mattress, head thrown back in a silent scream. Wave after wave of pleasure continuously washes over you, seemingly unending, unlike any orgasm you ever thought possible. 

“That’s right baby girl, get my cock nice and wet,” Mingyu growls. He fucks you through your release as he sloppily chases his own, not too far behind with how your walls are pulsing around him. He makes sure his cock is deep inside you and stills his hips when fills you with his hot cum. “Fuck, this pussy was fucking made for me.”

Just as you think you’ve finally come down from your high, he pulls out of you and he shifts to lower himself to place his mouth on your spent pussy. “M-mingyu!” 

You squirm and half-heartedly try to shove his head away, far too sensitive to have his tongue licking into your leaking entrance, but Mingyu is persistent. He pushes your legs to your chest to keep you from squeezing them close, and hums when he tastes the hot mixture of your and his own cum on his lips. The way he slurps and sucks at your folds is absolutely sinful as he eats you out like you’re the most delectable treat. It almost hurts to feel so much ecstasy at once, but it still leaves you mewling for more, unable to get enough of the boy.

Your third orgasm ripples over you when he suddenly scrapes his teeth over your abused clit, and you feel a tear slide down your cheek as you weakly shake against his mouth. 

Mingyu is smiling when he pulls away, looking slightly ridiculous with how his lips still glisten with cum. You tiredly slump back into his pillows, eyes already drooping close. “What is it?”

“I told you I could do it~” he says proudly. He goes to grab some tissues from the bedside table so that he could start cleaning you up, giggling all the while. It really is unfair how he could look so cute moments after railing you into another dimension. 

You groan. You’re never going to hear the end of this.

[n0wornever]

Don’t Forget - Owen Joyner x Reader

Omg can I pls request Owen x reader where they fight about not feeling important to one another maybe he missed a date and she missed a release party or something so they have a mega fight but make up later that night either cuddling in bed or soaking in silence in a bubble bath (idk if that’s specific enough for you)

This was perfect, @cherrymaybank​, I hope you like it! 

Also, I don’t have an Owen Joyner taglist, and I wasn’t sure if the JATP list I had would be interested in actor content, so if you want to be placed on  a separate list....let me know! 

Y/N tapped on the table below her as she watched the diner clock hand strike 6:30. She had been waiting for her boyfriend for over an hour and the pity milkshake the waitress gave her only did so much to sooth her disappointment. She took one more sip of the strawberry drink before her eyes were pulled back to her phone. 

As she clicked on the Instagram app, she was immediately met by a video of Owen and Charlie goofing around in the airbnb they rented for the weekend. Charlie made a makeshift drumset from a couple pans in kitchen and Owen was singing off key in the background. Her finger slid a little further to see that the post had been uploaded only minutes before. 

Her brows furrowed as she closed the app and turned off her phone screen. She turned to her left, unzipping her purse and rummaging through its contents. As she stumbled upon her wallet and pulled it out onto the table, she heard a soft voice reach out to her.

“Oh honey, don’t even worry about it.” 

Her eyes rose to see the sympathetic smile of the kind red-headed waitress who had her hands clasped at her chest as she looked at her. Y/N’s eyes darted to the table where she’d set two pastel colored macaroons. She opened her mouth to protest, but the woman walked away, clanking her heels against the linoleum before she could even get the words out. She sighed, placing her wallet back into the bag. Her hand inched toward the treats, hesitating over the box for a moment before gripping it tightly. She zipped up the bag and threw it over her shoulder as she made her way to the exit. 

When Owen still lived in the city, she wouldn’t have probably been half as upset as she was about him missing a single date. However, the blonde had been so far away from her in California for months, and this would have been the first time she’d see him before he’d jet set again in a few days back to the coast for some promotional shoots for the next season. He had plans to take the boys out tomorrow and visit his mom Sunday afternoon, so she knew this was the only day she’d be able to catch him.

She stepped out into the warm summer air, walking down the sidewalk toward her car. The sun was at its peak, causing her to squint as she walked briskly back to her car. She grabbed her keys out of her jeans pocket and pressed it into the lock. As she climbed into the driver’s seat, she weighed her options.

She could go over to Owen’s airbnb, like they planned to after dinner, or she could go home and just call him about it later. With the embarrassment of everyone in the room looking at her in that corner booth still fresh on her mind, her foggy one-track-mind chose the first option. 

He had given her the address ahead of time, in case she wanted to come over before they went out that night anyway, right? Y/N’s finger tapped against the steering wheel as she pondered the situation in front of her for a moment. Owen’s time in the city was very minimal and if she didn’t confront him now, she may not get a chance to, and the anger would boil inside of her for several more months.

She shook out of her trance, placing the key into the ignition and swiftly pulled out of the lot, making her way to the boy’s place. 

After a few minutes of driving, a line of similar looking townhomes came into view on the right side of the road. She flipped on her turn signal and pulled into the parking lot. She quickly looked down at her phone in her lap to confirm the building number. The third home down was her destination. As she pulled into a spot right across from the bright red door, she let out another deep breath. 

She shook out her hands for a moment before turning off her car and unbuckling her seatbelt. She unzipped her purse and pulled the silver lined box out, pinching it between her fingers. She closed her eyes for a moment before finally letting herself open the door. 

As she made her way to the entrance, her free hand balled into a fist and her lips fell into a thin neutral line across her mouth. She jogged up the few stairs that led to the door. She lifted her hand to press against the door, letting it drop back down to her side afterward as she waited. 

It took a minute, but she finally started to hear the handle move from the the inside of the house. It finally broke free and she stood face to face with her boyfriend’s blue eyes. Owen looked over at her with a bright smile, but that shortly faded as he took in her expression. She didn’t say a word before handing over the little box to the boy, trying to ignore the fact that her hand were shaking as it move toward him. Owen’s eyebrow rose as he grabbed it from her, trying to latch onto her other hand afterward. Y/N shook from his grip and took a step back.

“I just wanted to bring you something from the diner...since you couldn’t make it,” She said, letting her eyes finally meet his.

Owen’s eyes widened as he looked at her. He shoved the box in his pocket, stepping forward toward her. As soon as his hands grabbed onto hers, she slipped right through. She chewed down on her lip before continuing her thought.

“Don’t worry about it, have fun with the boys.” 

She placed her hands in her pockets and turned to walked down the stairs. She heard him call after her, but she just kept her head down as she made her way back to the car. 

It wasn’t until she was sitting in the vehicle again that she let herself fully breathe. She looked out the windshield to see Owen still standing on the porch, watching her. She brought her focus back down the the steering wheel and put the car in drive. Her eyes caught his once more before she sped out of the lot. 

When she finally got back to her apartment, she threw her bag by the shoe rack and made a beeline for the kitchen. She opened the freezer, rummaging through tv dinners and frozen vegetables to find a single carton with colorful sprinkles on the outside. Her arm reached into the back and grabbed the container before shutting the door and making her way to the drawer near the sink to grab a spoon. 

She made her way back to the living room, falling back onto her couch. She tucked her feet underneath her and settled into the cushion. Her arm stretched out toward the table in front of her to grab the remote and pressed her on button. Clicking into her Netflix account and hit resume playing on the last episode of New Girl she was on, finally letting her back rest against the soft surface behind her. 

She got through one episode before she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed her phone that sat by her side, flipping it over to see that there were no new messages waiting for her. Puzzled, she placed her spoon in the dish and set it on the table as she finally got herself off the couch to answer the door. 

Unlatching the deadbolt, she pulled the door toward her. Her gaze landed on a pizza box with a little silver smaller box on top of it before they shifted up to meet a pair of blue eyes. Owen let a soft smile land on his left cheek, shaking the box from side to side. 

“Hi,” He said as his eyebrows pulled to the middle of his face.

She leaned against the doorframe, letting her lips lift as well as she watched his movements. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to apologize for being a complete idiot.”

She pinched her lips together at the side of her face as she moved out of the front of the doorway, outstretching her arm to motion him inside. Owen stepped through the door, walking over to the kitchen to set down the box. As he made his way back to the living room, he stepped right in front of her, invading her personal bubble. 

“Hi again.” 

His hands moved toward her waist, and she let him pull her in toward him. His thumbs rubbed circles on the sides of her hips as he met her eyes. She tried her best to keep a stern look across her face as she looked up at him, causing his smile to deepen even more.

“You’re really mad at me, huh?” 

“You ditched me Owen, this was supposed to be our day...” She spat, her tense worry line becoming more prominent as she spoke, hands pressed against his chest. “It was so embarrassing to sit in there alone and have everyone just watch you. The waitress wouldn’t even let me pay for my drink. She gave me these eyes.” 

Y/N mocked the puppy dog eyes the red head had given her that afternoon and Owen giggled up at her. His hands traveled to the middle of her back as he pulled her even closer. 

“I’m really sorry honey. I didn’t look at the clock...I...I have no excuse good enough...but I’m sorry.” He said with a sigh, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. 

“Yeah you should be,” She said, pouting up at him.

“You should be the priority, always,” He paused for a moment, gauging her reaction. When a soft smile finally landed on her cheeks, he continued. “That’s why I told the boys to go sight-seeing without me tomorrow.”

His fingers tapped against her skin as he waited for her response. Y/N frowned up at him, leaning her head to the side. 

“You don't have to to do that, I know you wanted to show the boys around the city, I can-” 

He leaned down and captured her lips quickly. Her eyes closed as hers moved in sync with his. As they pulled apart, hers fluttered back open to Owen smirking down at her. He smiled down at

“Those two idiots can find their own way around, but I want to be with you tomorrow. We were supposed to have a day together, and I’m going to make that happen.”

She bit down on her bottom lip, nodding up at him. She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, pushing against the nape of his neck to bring him back down to her level. As they parted, she brought her hand down to intertwine with his, leading him toward the couch.

She sat down first, Owen following quickly to sit on the cushion next to her. The boy placed his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his side. She let her head lean against his chest as she held the remote up to the tv and pressed play.

“I love you,” He murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss against her temple.

Her eyes lifted up to his and she finally let a wide smile grace her lips as she whispered “I love you too” back up to him.

[the-mother-of-lions]

Elyan is a Slytherin

and I’ll tell you why. Buckle up, yall

Most of the fandom puts Elyan in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Both valid choices and Elyan absolutely displays qualities of those houses!

However, those qualities are also commonly found in Slytherins and if we take a closer look, you’ll see that Elyan displays far more Slytherin personality traits.

Let’s start with SELF-PRESERVATION

Thanks to Gwen in 3x07, we know that Elyan left home at a young age. Personally, I put him around 16 for that.

While we aren’t given a real reason for Elyan leaving home at this age, but I think it’s because he just didn’t want the life that was being pushed upon him. He didn’t want to be a blacksmith, he didn’t want to take over the “family business” and be stuck in one spot like his father. He wanted more, he wanted to see the world and experience things beyond Camelot, beyond living in the shadow of the citadel.

(I think his mother was like this too, but that’s neither here nor there)

So what does Elyan do, the first chance he really gets? He leaves. 

I imagine it was very dramatic; packing a bag in the middle of the night, accidentally waking Gwen who is trying to understand but doesn’t really. She gives him a disappointed smile but doesn’t try to stop him.

This is kind of a selfish thing for Elyan to do! Yes, he is a teenager at this point so his worldview is still kind of limited, but to 16-year-old Elyan, this feels like the best course of action. This is how he gets out of a life he doesn’t want. It’s incredibly self-preserving and this trait will serve him well while he’s away from home.

DETERMINATION

To make it on your own as a (black) peasant teenager, you would have to be incredibly determined. Life for him would not be easy and he would face numerous challenges on his travels. From earning money, finding water and food and shelter, this is going to be a hard life! 

It’s not romantic, this isn’t something that Elyan, or anyone, would really have an easy time with. He would have to rely on his determination to find something better, to achieve his personal goals, to keep going instead of returning home.

This leads into RESOURCEFULNESS (clever and cunning)

Can any of you remember what kind of skills you had at 16? Because it’s not much.

Growing up a peasant, it’s unlikely that Elyan had really ever learned to fight with a sword despite being around the ones his father makes (unless Tom knew, but it’s debatable that he knew more than the basics). So Elyan would have to learn to defend himself, learn to use the weapons that he knows how to make. 

In 3x12, we do see Elyan pick up and be very interested in an axe (as well as those promo photos of him with an axe). It stands to reason that Elyan knows how to use a wide range of weapons and use them very well (The Whole Package deleted scene anyone?).

Going back to determination, Elyan would need to eat and find safe places to sleep. You would have to be resourceful to figure it out, to be able to feed yourself without anywhere to really store food long term. He would always be looking for his next meal and figuring out where he would be sleeping that night.

In 3x07, Gwen asks Elyan what he’s done to land them in Cenred’s clutches. This alludes to the idea that Elyan is in trouble a lot, was in trouble a lot growing up. Learning to be clever and cunning takes time and practice and I think that Elyan was always getting into trouble because his plans and whatever he had been doing didn’t quite pan out. But as he gets older, he gets better at it. 

But trouble always finds Elyan

AMBITION

A hallmark of Slytherins is ambition. Wanting more, having goals, and working to attain them.

Elyan wants more than his provincial life > he leaves

When he does return, I think he stayed out of a desire, an ambition, to get closer to Gwen, to rebuild that bridge he burned when he was a teenager. He still wants more though, he still wants to have something else.

I personally think that he fully planned on leaving again once things with Gwen were better, once she had gotten married (whether it was to Arthur or someone else). But then 3x12 and 3x13 happen and suddenly Elyan is getting knighted! He achieves that goal of wanting more. Now he can travel and leave and do different things often without the monotony of a peasants life.

This leads into the last trait I’ll talk about today:

LOYALTY

Loyalty is a quality of most of the houses, and it’s an important quality to have. But what makes it unique to Slytherins and Elyan in particular is how they are loyal. Elyan is not an overtly or immediately loyal person. This is evidenced by him leaving at a young age, not sticking it out like Gwen did. 

Elyan’s loyalty needs to be earned, he needs to be shown that you are someone that he can be loyal to. He has the most shown relationships with the other knights and I think he’s incredibly loyal to the core knights because those are relationships that are forged in fire, he met these people while storming a castle and fighting a literal army with only a handful of people. That’s such a huge moment, it’s such a life altering moment. How many other people can say they’ve done that?

And then going on quests, doing knightly things would only strength his bond to them.

Gwen earned his loyalty again when she came back for him in 3x07. She could have left, could have said that Elyan had chosen to leave and he got what he deserved. But she didn’t (she wouldn’t, but Elyan doesn’t know that), and therefore earned adult Elyan’s loyalty. 

All this to say, Elyan is a Slytherin. 

I’m not really into Harry Potter, don’t really care about it if we’re being super honest, but I do love the dichotomy of the houses.

Slytherin is not a bad house and putting a character in that house does not automatically make them a villainous or problematic character.

Slytherin’s are survivors. They’re leaders. And Elyan is the epitome of a Slytherin.

@elyan-fest​ 

[jadedxrealityw]

-Amortentia- Blaise Zabini x Female Reader

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   Kody: BLAISEEEEEEE DADDY- im sorry. yeah yeah i’m changing the canonical storyline- cry about it. I’m also fully aware  Amortentia does not work like this lmao. 

   Request: you can make the summary short and less revealing for more fun hehe. Also it's totally up to you, dear! Only if you feel comfortable with it and no pressure! I hope you had a great weekend and drink more water ily <3 - 💐

   House: Hufflepuff

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: Slight slut shaming in the beginning, Draco being a little shit, 

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   you had been alone most of your life with your parents being on constant business trips from the ministry that would last for months on end. You were practically raised by your nanny, but she couldn’t teach you everything. You became socially awkward.

   you never had any friends back at home which meant you had no experience  communicating with people your age. You were walking awkwardness basically. It came at no surprise when you were sorted into Hufflepuff, even though both your parents were Slytherins- they weren’t disappointed in you though.

   you had just managed to scramble by through your first four years of school. Four long years without any friends, but you didn’t mind. You could get by just by yourself. You were a strong independent woman and knew how to get yourself out of sticky situations. 

   unless it was stuck up Hufflepuff’s- then you were screwed 

   one fine day in your fourth year you were heading to the quidditch field so you could go watch the game. Slytherin against Hufflepuff. They were both tied at two wins against each other so you were eager to see who would win. You wore a brown buttoned sweater with a nice pear of tan overalls. 

   the fallen leaves under your foot made a satisfying crack noise as you walked along the field. The cheers and other various sounds of students were definitely drawing nearer. You popped another flavour bean into your mouth when a harsh push came to your shoulder, causing the box of flavour beans to fall.

   you watched as they spilled out onto the grass with a look of solemn in your eyes “Dang- that was my last box” you mumble before a couple of snickers were heard in front of you. You look up to see three students wearing their regular Hufflepuff robes with there own casual clothes underneath.

   “Drop something?” one asked. A girl with light brown bobbed hair and green eyes spoke. You nod once “Uh yeah, just my flavour beans. I- uh i can just buy new ones” you spoke, already starting to clam up “Your a hufflepuff aren’t you? Why aren’t you wearing yellow?” the girl asked somewhat accusingly. 

   alert alert. Confrontation detected. Activate escape protocol 17B

   you didn’t answer and went to walk past them when another one of the three, a blond boy with blue eyes pushed you back to where you were standing. Shit. You fold your arms over your chest, looking at the ground “Your one of those Slytherin groupies are you, a house traitor?” the brown haired girl accused. 

   you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. This made the two Hufflepuffs more annoyed “What? Cant speak? Let me guess, your like those Draco fangirls. Sweetie. Your def not pretty enough for him” she adds, making the boy aside her laugh. 

   did she just say def? Have you ever even talked to Draco Malfoy? Not the time to be thinking about that. “I uh-” before you could speak anymore the girl held up her hand “Don’t even try to defend yourself, Slut” you went wide eyed. No one has ever been so nasty to you.

   “I’ve never seen two Hufflepuffs go at one of their own, before” a girls laugh came from behind you. She had black shoulder length hair and bangs with brown eyes. Pansy Parkinson. In front of her was two boys dressed in Slytherin Quidditch uniforms. 

   You quickly identify the platinum blond boy with pale skin as Draco Malfoy. The hair was always a dead give away and the other boy was slightly taller then him with dark skin. He was very handsome for a boy your age. What was his name again? Oh! Blaise- Blaise Zabini. 

   “For Hufflepuff’s you two are quite nasty” Draco spoke, a grin playing on his lips. The boy Hufflepuff rolled his eyes “Yeah whatever Malfoy, what’re you going to do. Tell your father?” that struck a nerve in the young Malfoy as he went to lunge at them until Blaise put a arm out, blocking Draco.

   “Now, Now. Let’s not get physical. You see, me and my fellow housemates overheard your very deplorable conversation with this what seems like sweet girl. Honestly, how can you bully someone who can’t even get a word in?” Blaise spoke in such a proper way that you almost couldn’t tell he was insulting them.

   the girl and boy were silent as he spoke for a while until the girl spoke up once more “Oh so she’s one of your play things, Zabini?” she questions with a smug look. Blaise’s neutral expression switched into a disgusted one “I don’t have play things. I actually have respect for other woman”

   Blaise didn’t let them get another word in before he stepped in front of you “Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?” he asked, using his hand to lift your chin and inspect your face. Touching- “No” you say in a meek voice. He nods once with a small smile “Good, now let’s go”

   you tilt your head sto side. Go? “Um- go where?” you ask. Blaise gestures towards the quidditch field “The game of course. Me and Malfoy here have to get ready and you and Pansy will meet Theo in the Slytherin bleachers to watch the game of course.” as he spoke, Pansy skipped to your side, linking arms.

   “Yeah! We can watch them make fools of themselves. Now lets go new friend!” Pansy said excitedly before practically dragged you towards the bleachers, leaving Draco and Blaise alone. The young Malfoy turned towards Blaise with a puzzled look “Since when did you involve yourself with Hufflepuffs?”

   Blaise rolled his eyes before walking off, not answering his housemate

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   7th year

   after that day you became part of Blaise’s friend group. He’d talk to you as much as he talked to Theo, Pans, or Draco. Ask you how your day was, invite you to sit with him at lunch and even sneak you into the Slytherin house at times. 

   some people found it strange. A slytherin spending so much time with a Hufflepuff, but as stated Blaise didn’t care much of opinions hat didn’t come from his friends, but all his friends adored you. Case closed. It was around the end of sixth year is when your feelings changed from platonic to romantic.

   you no longer saw him as your best friend that saved you from a bunch of nasty Hufflepuff’s all those years ago. You now saw him as someone you wanted to be with, all the time. To hold his hand, have him hold you, for him to just call you his. You fell hard. 

   but there was this fear, this fear that it would ruin everything you had with him. It was too great a risk, so like any normal person. You kept quiet as mouse and refused to let anyone know your feelings. Except for Pansy of course, but she found out on her own. Then told Draco, who told Theo.

   everyone knew except Blaise actually

   it was lunch and the Slytherins were waiting for you to arrive, Draco cleared his throat, getting the attention of the rest of them “I have a terribly good idea” he says, making Blaise look at him curiously “And that is?” he asked, leaning in to here what his housemate had to say. 

   Draco reaches into robe and pulls out a pink heart shaped bottle. “What in the hell? Why do you have a love potion?” Pansy asked with a amused chuckle. “Well- Y/n confessed to me that she had a crush on someone, but was too afraid to tell them. So i’m going to slip this into her drink to move her along”

   Pansy and Theo both look at each other knowingly. They know full well that little ferret was lying. Y/n told Pansy first. What was he playing at? “That is so wrong on so many levels, Malfoy” Blaise spoke up first, looking at him in distaste. 

   “Hey! She told me that she wished she was more confident so she could tell this person there feelings. I’m being a good friend!” Draco retorted, another lie. Blaise face drops a little “Who even is this person she’s confessing to. It better not be some low life Gryffindor” Blaise grumbles.

   Pansy’s eyebrow wiggles “Is that jealousy i here, Zabini?” she teases. Blaise rolls his eyes before looking back at his plate “Y/n can like whoever she want’s” he grumbles. “Really? ‘Cause your stabbing your steak” Pansy asked, leaning over across the table. 

   Blaise was indeed repeating jabbing at his food with his fork “I will use the slug-vomiting charm on you” he spoke, gritting his teeth. Pansy just smiled innocently “Cursing Pan’s i see” a voice came from behind him. Blaise turned his head around to see you, holding a textbook “Sorry i was late, got caught up”

   you take a seat next to Blaise, seeing a full plate and water put out for you “Thanks for saving me some food?” you say with a small smile. “I did actually, because i’m your favorite” Draco gives you a sweet smile, one that you laugh nervously at “Uh- sure?” you reply. 

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   once finished your food, you reached for the cup of water and took a sip. As you go and place it down you notice that they were all staring at you? “What?” you ask and Theo gives you a smile “Feel any different?” he asked. You purse your lips together and slowly shake your head “No, i feel alright”

   Draco huffs and places his head in his hand. You look over at Blaise who had went back to eating his food. You notice something on the corner of his mouth and grab the napkin on your table. Reaching up you wipe away the food on the corner of his mouth. 

   Blaise flinches and grabs your hand “What’re you doing?” he asked, gazing down at you. You snicker a bit at his reaction and gently tug your arm out of his grip “You had something on your mouth, didn’t want it to mess up your handsome face” you reply.

   Pansy chokes on her water, which turns into a coughing fit. Blaise stared at you blankly, just blinking mindlessly while Draco punched the air. 

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   now, mind you. A typical love potion last up to 24 hours, but Draco being the idiot he was accidently poured half the bottle into your drink. So it was safe to say it was going to last more than a day. “Your a bloody fool, Malfoy!” Blaise exclaims. 

   “I didn’t mean to pour half of it! Someone bumped into me!” Draco retorts while both Theo and Pansy eat a box of flavour beans they were sharing, just casually watching the chaos unfold. “That my be true, but you still served it to her! You took advantage of her vulnerability!” Blaise shouts back.

   Draco’s face fell, yeah could be a little prick sometimes, but he also cared about you deeply. He couldn’t tell Blaise he was your crush, but he could try to make it right. “I’ll make the antidote, but it will be a couple days” Blaise nods “Sorry for shouting” he says. Draco nods once before leaving the hallway.

   “Hey guys” jeez- you just snuck up on people. Blaise steps towards you “Shouldn’t you be heading to charms class?” he asked, crossing his arms “What? Do you have her schedule memorized?” Pansy questions with a small laugh. 

   Blaise exhales deeply “I have a copy of it actually. Anyway-” he says and turns his attention back to you. “What do you need?” he asks, his tone changing to a more calm one. “Can you walk me to class?” you ask. Blaise raises a brow “Why?” he asked, not that he would have a problem.

   “I want to spend more time with you” you spoke very nonchalantly. You almost wondered how you even spoke those words yourself. Blaise looks stunned for a moment, before a smile made a way to his face. This was just the potion talking, you were spewing nonsense he thought   “As do i? Let’s get going shall we”

   you smile brightly and grab his a=hand, interlocking your fingers. Blaise gives you a small nod before covering his mouth with his hands. Both Pansy and Theo watch them walk away “5 galleons Blaise confesses to Y/n by the end of this whole ordeal” Pansy points, chewing on a flavour bean. 

   Theo watched along her and nods “Your on, 10 galleons they both end up being friends again”

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   it has been TWO days and Draco still hasn’t made the antidote. He claimed it was because he had to gather all the supplies without Snape around, which was probably true. Blaise had started to kind of- sort of- maybe- like the attention you were giving him. 

   oh yeah- surprise! Blaise had had a crush on you even longer then you did, he just knew how to keep his composure around you. It was easy for him, but it didn’t make him any less terrified of what would happen if those feelings were revealed. 

   currently, you were both sitting in the courtyard, studying on a bench, your choice. “I think that’s enough for the day. I’m surprised you asked me for my help. You usually never ask me for any academic advice” Blaise spoke, knowing full well why she asked him. The love potion. 

   you look up at him, closing the textbook in your hands “Well, you and Draco are the smartest people i know, but i prefer your company more” you smile lightly as you begin to cram the textbook into your bag. Blaise feels his heartbeat pick up once again. 

   It’s just the love potion. It’s just the love potion. It’s just the love potion. Think rationally Zabini! “I’m glad to hear that” he nods once. You both stand up from the bench and the curiosity gets the better of him. “So, what people have you’ve been talking too the past couple days?”

   he wanted to know if you had actually been talking to your crush. So he could murder them talk to them man to man/woman. You shrug your shoulders “Just you guys, who else would i be talking to?” you spoke “Oh! i have an exam to take in potions! i’ll see you at dinner!”

   you spoke with haste before leaning up to kiss his cheek “Bye Blaise!” and with that you ran off towards the entrance. Blaise held up his hand for a moment before exhaling “She’s- been only- talking to us? Who the hell is her crush then?” he thought aloud before picking up his things and walking away.

   both Pansy and Theo pop up from behind the bushes “For a genius student, he sure is a idiot” Pansy spoke, eating the last bit of her cauldron cake. Theo nods “I thought Draco would be done with the antidote already?” he says. Pansy grinned evilly.

    “Yeah...he should, but i keep hiding the ingredients. Blaise needs more time to realize she’s into him” she spoke, wiping her mouth off. Theo gasps and wacks her shoulder “That’s cheating! and you ate my last cauldron cake!” he sighs, crossing his arms. 

    “Yeah? Cry about it Nott”  

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   “It’s done!” a loud shout came from the dorm hallways of the Slytherin house towards the common room. Draco came running towards them, panting like a dog. “What’s done?” Pansy asked, sitting next to Theo eating a bowl of popcorn. No- they don’t know where she got it either. 

   “The antidote for Y/n’s love potion. It took so long because i kept misplacing everything. All we need to do is sneak it into her drink at dinner tonight” he explains. Blaise shot up from the loveseat he was sat on reading a book and snatched the vile from Draco. “Hey! What the hell?!”

   “I’m not lying to Y/n anymore then i have to. I’ll catch up with you guys later” Blaise said before walking out the portrait door. “Alright that’s our cue!” Pansy and Theo stood up “What’re you guys doing?” Draco asked with a confused expression on his face. 

   “Spying on Blaise and Y/n to make sure they confess to each other” Theo explains, walking away with Pansy. Draco blinked a couple times before shaking his head “Guys that is such an invasion of there privacy and trust, they are our friends and we should be respectful......i’m coming with you”

   bestie things i guess

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   Blaise had just made it out the dungeons when he bumped into someone “Watch where your- oh Y/n. Why are you down here?” he asked. You chuckle and push away from him “I was going to see if Pansy wanted to have another sleepover, why are you out here? Dinner hasn’t started yet”

   Blaise thinks of his next words before holding up the vile “I need you to drink this Y/n”

   “What why?”

   “Just do it”

   “But-”

   “If you trust me you will. I would never harm you”

   “...Okay”

   you grab the vile from his hand and pop the cork off. You look at the vile then Blaise who nods once. Exhaling, you pour the strange liquid down your throat, twinging at the unfamiliar taste. You feel almost a swirl around your chest before you look at Blaise again “What was that?”

   Blaise places his hands on your shoulders, your face heating up slightly. Once again you were back being unnerved by this guy, but you didn’t notice “How do you feel about me Y/n?” he asked, making your E/c eyes widen a bit. “I’m sorry- come again?”

   he sighs deeply and looks you in the eye. Ooo eye contact, scary. “the same i did yesterday?” you say vaguely. because who the hell asks that kind of question. Blaise lets go of your shoulders and rubs his face with his his hands. He was frustrated. “Y/n, how do you feel about me?”

   you shrink at his gaze. The first thought that ran through your mind was that Pansy had snitched to him that you were in love with him “I’m so sorry- i didn’t want to tell you because i thought you would think i was weird!” you spurt out, confusing Blaise just a tad more. 

   “What are you talking about!?”

   “Pansy told you about my crush on you didn’t she!?”

   “Your what!?”

   oh if the world could swallow you whole now “Oh merlin- i thought that’s what she told you!” you shout before trying to activate escape protocol 17B again and walk away. Blaise almost thought about letting you leave but you liked him! he was terrified you didn’t! but you do! So, why would he let you leave!?

   he reaches back and grabs your arm, stopping you from walking any further “I get it. You don’t want to be friends anymore” you spoke sadly. Blaise stepped towards you, but you looked down at your feet instead of him “Your right, i don’t want to be friends anymore Y/n”

   you felt your heart shatter. That was until one of his long arms wrapped around your waist and other pointed your chin up to look at him “I want you to be mine and i, yours” he spoke, a slight grin on his lips. Say what now? did Blaise Zabini just confess to you?

   “Oh...”

   “Is that all you have to say to that? I just spilled my heart out to you”

   “What- what should i say?”

   “Yes?...No?”

   “Oh! yes- yes. Definitely yes! ”

   “That’s a relief. I thought i had just made a full of myself”

   “You are no fool Blaise Zabini”

   Blaise gave you a small smile before leaning down. Oh shit. He stops midway, lips centimeters from yours “It is okay if i kiss you, correct?” he asks. We love a consent king. You nod slowly, making his smile grow wide before he presses his lips to yours. 

   “5 galleons you little shit, hand it over!” you both pull apart as three idiots come falling out a nearby broom closet. Pansy spilled her popcorn all over the hallway floor in the process. “Screw you Pansy, you cheated you pig!” Theo snaps back, Pansy hitting the back of his head “I am no pig!” 

   Draco was just lying face first on the floor, hoping no one would notice his presence. “Oh right pug-face!” Theo smirks. Pansy gasps before pulling out her wand “You are dead you queer!” she shouts. Theo pulled out his wand as well “You have a girlfriend, homo!” he shouts. 

   Pansy sputters for a moment “That’s besides the point!” they both circle each other as Draco picks himself off the floor “I shouldn’t have come” he mumbles, dusting off his robes. Both you and Blaise look at each other before bursting into laughter. 

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   Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss 

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   Kody- I have no words for this other then- what the fuck did i just write? Anyways, peace!