#★ & ☆ fangs out! –— music .

[cupidssorbet]

“Let me use these fangs..”

Miguel O’Hara X Reader.

Summary: None! Muahaha! Includes: Biting, slight blood-kink, teasing, body appreciation, Mentions of the word ‘cunt’ & ‘pussy’, slight smug Miguel, just some filth babes.

★Please read!★ The reader has no specified race etc so it’s very much just put yourself in that place! Anyways you’re reading at your own volition, this was inspired by this tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRowUMqa/ !

You were working on some dinner for him for when he finally came home from what you called his shenanigans and what he called incredibly important. Humming along to the music that played from your speaker, dancing about as he came through the front door, his mask just barely coming up and off. You immediately catching his eyes as you swayed your hips to the music.

God it did something to him, all day long he’d been thinking about you, your face, your body, your voice, your cunt. It did something to him.

That’s why it came as a surprise to you when Miguel’s hands found your hips as he set his mask off to the side. His lips going straight for your neck as he left open mouthed kisses. “Miguel?” You managed to spit out, as you carefully put the wooden spoon you were using to stir the food in the pan down. “What is the meaning for all of this? not exactly complaining.”

You breathed out as his fangs grazed across your neck, his breath fanning against it. “He estado pensando en ti.(I've been thinking about you.)” Miguel exhaled slightly, sucking a hickie into your skin. “Me? Why- Ohhh sweet god, Why uh Why me?” You managed to get out getting stuck on some words like a broken record.

“Estas caderas, esos muslos, estos labios, este coño...(These hips, those thighs, these lips, this pussy...).” His hands snaked around feeling everywhere he could, “It’s been plaguing my mind all day.”

“God..But Miguel I’ve got dinner going I really should..” He quickly reached his hand down and flicked off the fire, “There, Now you won’t have to worry.” Miguel was quick with picking you up and bringing you up to your shared bedroom, shutting the door with his foot and gently tossing you onto the bed with a slight ‘Miguel!’ as he made his way over, “God I’ve been waiting for this,” He brought his hand to snake past your waistband of your pants and panties, finding your cunt slick and wet as he brought his mouth to kiss you, bring his kisses to come down your chin and neck leaving small bites on your neck as he went.

“All wet for me huh Chiquita?” He murmurs with that stupid smug slight smirk that you felt on your skin. His fingers rubbing gently in a teasing way on your clit, bringing it down to your needy hole dipping in causing you to gasp slightly. A slight chuckle coming him as he continued to kiss everywhere he could.

He kept pumping with one finger then two, your eyes fluttering as your breathing got labored. “I’m only just getting started and look at you a mess.” he pulls back pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth cleaning them effortlessly. “Strip.” He says and that’s all you need hear, moving as fast as you could to slide it off, shirt gone to the floor as well as your pants and your underwear & bra.

“Lay down Querida.(Darling)” He motions for you lay down against the propped up pillows, you lay back your hair splayed behind you watching as he removed his suit. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, his chest, his whole body.. he was left in just his boxers as he climbed onto the bed hooking his arms underneath your legs, bringing you closer. “I can put these to use,” he flashes his fangs, licking up the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

He left purple hickies all along your thighs purposefully missing where you wanted him most, gently biting into it licking the blood that slightly dribbled from the bites he put too much pressure on, reveling in the way you tried to bring your cunt to his face and he denied you every time.

“Miguelll..” You whine your head lolling back, “Alright…Alright,” He smiles smugly into your thigh at your whining. He brings his mouth down to your wet stick cunt licking a long stripe from your wet hole to your clit. Keeping eye contact until he dove in without hesitation. Your hand flying to cover your mouth, a gasp coming your lips. He stops, one of his hands taking yours and moving it. “No no, I wanna hear all of those noises.” He states before going straight back to what he was doing.

Eating you out like he was a starved man, his hands gripping your thighs massaging them as he continued your slick coating his chin and lips, making his fangs & lips shine. Your hands find his hair as you gasp and cry to him, tangling them into his soft hair. He groans into your cunt, that familiar feeling rising in your stomach, then he adds his fingers pumping two of them in and out. It added to the pressure and then it snapped, he lapped it up. Leaning back wiping his chin of your slick.

“God..I missed your cunt.” he hummed licking his fingers clean, the now noticeable bulge catching your eye as he brought himself up. Your rose from your spot bringing your hand to palm him making his breath hitch slightly. “Miguel let me help you please.” You looked up at him through your lashes. “You sure you can handle it?” He looks down at you exhaling slightly.

You nodded slightly, and he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Alright belleza(beauty).” He exhales with a slight smirk taking your spot. You smiled hurrying over laying between his legs, moving your hands up to pull down his boxers his cock springing free with a bead of precum coming from the tip. Your hand immediately coming to it, rubbing up and down your thumb coming over the tip making him inhale.

“Please..Don’t tease me like that.” He groans his head leaning back against the headboard, you smiled licking stripes up his dick before completely taking him in your mouth, pumping what you couldn’t take. Humming slightly when you heard him make noises at a reaction making him exhale shakily even more.

You moved your head in a steady up and down, gagging slightly when the tip hits the back of your throat. He revels when you gag on him, it makes him feel some kind of way. He thrusts up slightly into your mouth, spit coming to the corners of your mouth as you tried your best to still take him. His hand finds your cheek wiping any tears that fell from your eyes.

Before he could even cum in your mouth, he pulls out and sighs. “Please let me use that cunt.” He asked so politely and you couldn’t deny him, he looked so desperate. You smiled before gasping as his hands found your hips lifting you above before his tip slid through your folds. Before he gently as he possibly could pushed it in.

Groaning as it went into your warm tight pussy, “Ohhh..” You slurred as he was barely filling you with only being half way on his cock. He slowly brought you down onto it carefully before he was fully sheathed inside you. “So tight and warm.” He exhaled in your ear letting you lean back on his chest, his hand finding your clit rubbing gently circles as you murmured and mumbled.

“You like that?” All you could do was nod, “Uh-Huh, Tell me.” He demanded his fangs finding your exposed neck gently nipping and biting. “Yeah, Yeah..Really like.” you sputtered out, eyes batting closed then open lazily sitting half lidded. He smiled smugly into your neck, “Mm..Good Good,”

He had set a pace, one that started out soft and careful before he got to into it. Becoming rougher, his hand bringing your hand to rub your clit, his groans and slight whines in your eyes making you clench around his dick. “Dios cariño, ¿te gusta eso?(God honey, do you like that?)” He chuckled breathlessly.

His thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy, your cunt spasming as you came around cock, he couldn’t help but speed up at the feeling. “Feels too damn good..” He sighs his breathing labored, uneven and hot on your skin. Sweat beading at your forehead. “Please please.” You whine in more of a whisper.

“Hm?” He murmurs, “Miguel please..” He chuckles, “You,You want it in?” He hums kissing a bit rougher in your shoulder and neck, “Yes yes..” You nodded as he rammed up in your cunt as wet squelch coming from it. He sped up, “Almost there..Can you let go for me one more time, please Cariño.” His hand finds your clit rubbing circles making you clench around him.

The feeling of everything made you both snap, your cunt clenching around him spasming as he shot his white hot cum into you, his head lolling back doing slow sloppy thrusts into you. Your fluids mixing as he finally came to a slow. Out of breath and laughing slightly, “Was it what you’ve been thinking about all day?”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Of course, Better than I ever dream of.” He carefully pulls out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling. “C’mon, let’s get a nice warm bath.”

[kelin-is-writing]

kelin may i hear more about rockstar touya \(★ω★)/

I was planning to post other headcanons before going for these, BUT I’ve got some for Rockstar!Touya that are pestering my mind these days and your asks come in the right moment, so bear with me please 🤧

࣪𖤐… ROCKSTAR!TOUYA

The first time Touya knew that he wanted to become a rockstar was in middle school, right at the age of thirteen, his influent CEO of a father was trying to mold him into a carbon copy of himself to rival Yagi Toshinori’s Enterprise. While taking a break from studies, he saw his sister watch on TV a rock concert of “Loudness” and to say Akira Takasaki is his role model is the least. That’s a true legend to him.

After “Loudness” and Akira Takasaki, he discovered “Metallica” and Kirk Hammett which made him go like “HOW??? HAVE??? I??? MISSED??? ALL??? THIS???”, scolding himself for taking so long to fall in love with the electric guitar and its sound. The next week he’s blasting full volume “The Final Countdown” by Europe inside the Todoroki Mansion like the good old stamp rock fanatic he is, getting himself scolded and grounded by Enji who is a fan of traditional Japanese music so yeah…

At one of the Todoroki family gatherings during the weekend, he was scrolling down his phone looking first of all where to take guitar lessons and second for a guitar to buy, but he knew his father would never agree to get him one. That’s when his grandfather, peeking at his grandson’s phone, butted in and asked Touya if he’s interested in music. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to answer that question, since he’s the father of his father, but he did and hell has it been the best thing he did!

On his fourteenth birthday, Enji’s father bought Touya his very first electric guitar, a good old Fender Stratocaster CUSTOM MADE for him. It’s snow white like his hair and has a his name engraved on the bottom left side of the guitar, while on the other side there were engraved tiger’s fangs, all in turquoise… The color of his eyes. And this has been by far Touya’s best birthday ever.

After finishing Middle School he choose to attend an Art School, taking the music classes as main classes of course; he may or not have done it to piss off and raise Enji’s blood pressure from how mad he got for choosing something different from Finances and Management. Oh his father was livid and Touya was so proud of himself for that.

He has formed a rock band, of which he’s the guitarist and vocalist, with Tenko Shimura (Bassist&Vocalist) and Shuichi Iguchi (Drummer) called “The Villains”… Are we even surprised about this name? Really? Because I am not. Tenko suggested, Iguchi supported strongly and Touya just went with it because complaining and thinking about another name was “Too much effort”. He likes it a lot but will never admit it.

At the age of nineteen, Touya owns a Fender Stratocaster (Custom Made), an Elite Stratocaster, an ST-83-80 Japan (1983) black, Lone Star Strat, IC350 black, IC50 black, ICHI00 white, Gibson SG Standard mahogany and a Jackson Pro Series DK Modern HT6 MS. He also owns four acoustic guitars for songwriting, like a Martin GPC-X1E, Martin 000-28 Modern Deluxe, Taylor GS Mini-e Rosewood SN LTD and a Taylor AD22e. Did he pay all them with Enji’s credit card? Hell yeah. Did he do it out of spite? Absolutely. Did he care about his father’s blood pressure rising even more? Not even remotely.

His favorite groups are Loudness, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Europe, Scorpions, Slipknot, Three Days Grace, Green Day, Skillet, Linkin Park, The Rasmus, L’Arc-En-Ciel, UVERworld, Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses and Evanescence to list some, because there are many more he adores honestly. He isn’t a picky ear as long as the song gives him chills and inspires him, being someone who’s driven by emotions that’s what makes him likes something he hears.

Atsuhiro is their homeroom teacher, at the Art University they attend, who introduces them to Giran, a friend of his, who has an agency for new talents and after they sent him six of their songs wants to launch their very first album by August to make them debut at the “Rock In Japan Fes.”

Touya, being the emotional driven type of musician, is the one put to write the lyrics for the band’s songs and most of the times are hits, especially because his and Tenko’s voice brings to life the emotions of the lyrics in a way that it reaches the listeners right into the heart and soul.

You will never catch Touya’s fingers empty, there’s always rings decorating them and some rings are even custom made by his cousin Geten, who owns a Jewelry shop that he promotes a lot on his social media. One of his most precious rings is the one that he got made for him, with his birthstone carved in it, when he turned eighteen.

He has three earrings on his right ear: an helix, mid helix, conch and low helix. Four on his left one: two helix, a low helix and one on the lobe, plus three nostril piercings on the right side of his nose.

After “The Villains” debuts and proving his father that he could succeed through music without his help nor his name, Touya owns now a black card that he lets Fuyumi and Shoto use to their heart content.

Last, but not least, be ready to be the muse of Touya’s songs the instant he falls head over heels for you. The moment it happens everything, and I mean everything, to him becomes about you driving Tenko and Iguchi to pure exasperation.

[underoossss]

What If’s -Miguel O’Hara

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

warnings: spoilers for across the spiderverse!!!! a couple of vampire jokes here and there. kissing, yearning, idk if those are warnings.

an: there’s no better character than miguel to write a wholesome hurt/comfort friends to lovers fic. this is my first time writing for him and I hope I did a good job lmao. let me know how I did!

★★★★

“I know I said I don’t mind your company.” Miguel’s voice reaches you from the platform he’s perched on in the middle of his lab. “But do you have to turn the volume up so loud?”

Your laugh echoes the room as you press a button twice to decrease the volume for a moment. “It helps me focus. Some of us have jobs aside from being a superhero you know.”

“Oh is saving the world not enough of a job for you?” Miguel’s eye-roll is clear in his tone and it makes you smile. “Perhaps you don’t know it but here we’re trying—”

“I know, I know, Twilight.” You wave him off over your shoulder. “What I mean is I like having a job, and I’m super smart so they let me work remotely.”

“All spider people are ‘super smart’ as you put it.” Miguel says, from somewhere behind you as you tap away on your laptop.

“Huh,” You fake surprise, then speak through a grin. “Here I thought I was the only one, good to know you’ve got a brain behind your broody eyes.”

Miguel’s breathy chuckle makes your heart jump, and you turn on your seat to catch the corner of his mouth lift in a half smile. Going back to the report you have to finish for your regular job, you turn the music up again and rest your feet on the desk in front of you. “I can feel you judging me, Twilight.”

“I am.” Miguel calls back to you and you smile.

There’s nothing that makes your body fill with warmth like Miguel. From being his most annoying spider recruit since the day you met —you saw he had fangs, and he never lived the vampire jokes down— your relationship has blossomed  into a beautiful friendship over time. The kind of friendship where everything is easy around each other, where you anticipate the other’s needs, and the kind that started with sharing trauma. Both of you’ve lost many people, and it’s probably the reason why you cling to the other as much as you do. You’re a stubborn tangle in his hair and he's as present in your life as the breeze that hits your face when you’re swinging through the city. You bring out the best in each other —regardless of you annoying him every single day— and this deep connection you seem to have is most likely the one responsible for the lines between friendship and love to be so blurred between you. You’ve fought by his side multiple times, and you love it, but there’s nothing you love more than these quiet moments with him, where you just exist near each other, and everything feels right. Though you love seeing him in action, more often than not getting distracted by his ruthlessness, strength, and skill, you love doing simple things with him too. Miguel showing up to your place when you’re cooking dinner and refusing to dance along with you; Miguel getting coffee with you after much insistence to leave his desk; Miguel sighing at your bad jokes which only makes you laugh more; Miguel staying over at your place, his presence a warm reassurance that you’re safe.

Insistent pinging takes your mind away from its memories, and you’re quick to set your work aside and swing to the platform to see what’s going on. Lila has appeared over Miguel’s shoulder and is gesturing at the many alarms popping up on the yellow screens. A canonic event has been interrupted, a black hole has opened under the city of Mumbattan on earth 50101,  Miles Morales —the Spider-Man Miguel’s been keeping tabs on for a while— is in that dimension for some reason, and there’s a multiverse-jumping anomaly on the loose.   

Miguel’s face darkens, a mix of worry, fury, and tiredness forcing his features down into a deep frown. He pinches the bridge of his nose before talking to Lyla as he flips through the screens. “Tell Jessica to go to Earth 50101 and bring backup with her. We need to contain that black hole.”

“On it.” Lyla disappears for a moment before she’s back by Miguel’s side. “What else?”

“Bring Miles Morales to me.” He says, setting his hands on the table in front of him and looking at the screen that show’s Miles stopping the canonic event. “It’s time we stop this mess at its source.”

“Miguel?” Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, worry settling on your chest. “What do you mean?”

Lyla disappears a moment later as Miguel’s monitors keep flipping through the events in Mumbattan. Alchemax blowing up as a result of the anomaly calling itself the Spot turning on the supercollider. The building collapsing on itself.

“You know what I mean.” The man in front of you furrows his brows in anger. “He’s become a threat since the moment he was bitten. It was never even supposed to happen, you can’t expect me to let him go on like this. To keep disregarding canon as much as he pleases.”

“You know I’ve always supported you, Miguel.” You take his hand in both of yours and squeeze it tightly. “I’m the one backing you up, winning everyone over when they get mad at you… But this is wrong.”

“It’s not.” He says, taking his hand back from you and clicking away on his computer. A moment later, moments in Miles Morales’ life float in the screens around you. “We have to stop him. He’s going to undo everything we do if not.”

“Miguel,” You furrow your brows at his words, then gesture towards him with your arms. “Listen to yourself, who’s more out of canon here, him or us? We weren’t bitten, that’s strike one; we can’t stick to walls, strike two; you don’t shoot webs and my senses aren’t heightened like everyone else’s. That’s strike three.”

It’s something that’s always intrigued you, but it’s never made you think of yourself or Miguel as less of a Spiderman than everyone else. That’s not what wearing the mask means; it means protecting those who can’t protect themselves. To be selfless and kind and self-sacrificing for the world, even if no one says thank you. If Miguel and yourself haven’t broken the multiverse just by existing, then why would Miles. If his world hasn’t collapsed then there’s nothing wrong with him being the superhero that he is.

Miguel ponders your words but shakes his head, still adamant to see things your way in this matter. “The kid–”

You take a step closer to him and cut him off before he can continue. “The kid was bitten, regardless of it being supposed to happen or not! He has lost someone dear already and has basically followed every other spiderman rule, Miguel. I don’t think he’s the reason this is happening.”

Your friend, the object of your affections, turns his back towards you, going back to his screens. They show the events of Mumbattan now, the way Miles saved the captain and the little girl from being crushed by falling debris. There’s also the black hole in the city, threatening the people they tried so hard to save. The hole is so similar to the Spot’s that you’re sure an analysis would prove it right. But Miguel isn’t seeing reason. “He is.”

“It’s the Spot’s fault!” You raise your voice, frustration getting the best of you more a moment before you take a deep breath. Trying to see things from his perspective, you place a hand on his upper arm, your voice falling down to a reassuring whisper. “I know you’re scared of the world collapsing again, but it won’t.”

Your heart falls when he shrugs your hand off and turns to look at you. The many screens around you dance across his features, and after inhaling deeply Miguel speaks again. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” You smile sadly, hoping that your confidence in him will let him see what’s right under his nose. “I know it because this time you’re here, Miguel, guiding us and making sure it doesn’t happen again. You just need to see that Miles isn’t the problem.”

“Everything started with him.” Miguel argues, his voice emphasizing the word everything, definite on his theory. His eyes are full of resentment, not towards you, but towards the situation. Days and nights of working himself thin in this office, weighing on his broad shoulders.

Your squeeze your eyes shut before you look at him again. He’s so blinded by his own past mistakes; he thinks Miles will repeat them. When you speak again your voice is soft despite your irritation. “Miguel, you know in your heart it didn’t, and I know that because we’re the same.”

He exhales and looks into your eyes; they soften only slightly as they lock with yours. You try to urge him once again to forget this theory for a moment and see things differently if only for a second. He needs to know you don’t think it has to come to this –an attack towards the young spiderman– and that you won’t be a part of it if it does.  

“If I feel it, then you must feel it too.” Though you’re talking about his plans for the young spiderman, the underlying topic of your feelings for him are clear as day in the way you look at him. You let your guard down, and say barely above a whisper, “Please. You know I can’t follow you, not this time.”

His eyes look aways from you as his shoulders tense, a clear sign of all the walls you’d crumbled building back up. “You want me to risk everything, including you, over a what-if?”

“Everything’s a what-if, Miguel.” You smile sadly at him, then set your shoulders straight as you step away from the platform and from him. “But I guess that settles that.”

Miguel takes two steps and catches up to you before he reaches for your hand. There’s a tightness around his brown eyes from the way you’re looking at him tearfully. They shift to confusion a moment later, when his hand moves upwards towards your wrist and you grin. Taking another step back, you hold your watch on your opposite hand, showing him that you knew he’d try to take it from you. You know him better than he gives you credit for.

“I’ll see you when you’ve changed your mind, Twilight.” You fiddle with your watch until a portal opens and when it does, you throw the device back at him. Though your throat is tight, emotion concentrating there as tears sting your eyes, you keep yourself from crying. “Otherwise… I guess this is goodbye.”

Not bearing to look into the new despair in his eyes, you turn around and walk into your dimension without looking back. When the portal closes behind you, you’re back in your apartment, the room dark around you safe for the lamp you forgot to turn off in the morning. Every corner you look at you see Miguel’s lingering shadow; the wall he always leaned against when you talked in the kitchen, the couch where the two of you always hung out –your legs over his lap and your laptop over yours as he waited for you to finish working. You wrap your arms around yourself, hoping for some comfort to come from it.

Hoping this mess can be fixed.

It is only a day later when the first step towards it being resolved, happens. You’ve been swinging through the city, patrolling different neighborhoods and keeping an eye out for any anomalies. Without your watch you’ve been disconnected from the Spider Society. Most importantly from Miguel, and although you try to, you can’t help but wonder what’s happening back in the HQ. You've barely been to your apartment since your fight with Miguel, your heart feels like a fading bruise –not quite broken but yearning painfully– and the last thing you want to do is spend time somewhere that will bring his memory back to you. So quick stops to shower, work, and eat, in between patrols are all you’ve allowed yourself. You’re swinging to one of these stops, when you spot a lonely figure standing in your balcony.

Even from afar you know its him, no one else has his shoulder-to-waist ratio, and no one else makes your heart skip quite like he does. Despite being vexed from your last conversation, you feel his heart call out to yours, and the way his eyes rise to see you swing towards the balcony are all the confirmation that you need that your assumptions were right. He would come around eventually, you knew it, you never thought it would be this fast though. What have you done now, Miguel?

You land on the balcony next to him, nod towards your door so he can follow you inside. Once the door closes behind you, you take your mask off and Miguel’s vanishes too. There’s no awkwardness as you stand in front of each other in the middle of the living room, only silence in an otherwise joyful room. The lights are still off in your apartment but you don’t move to turn them on, instead you shrug and motion towards the balcony.

“Nice timing.” You say, trying to keep your voice light. “What are you doing here?”

“You said you’d see me when I changed my mind.” His voice is low, like he’s worried the moment will shatter if he speaks any louder.

“You did?” Your question is followed by a step closer to him, but a frown appears on your face. “What changed it?”

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” He whispers, brows furrowed together creating a deep crease between them. His eyes won’t meet yours but from the city lights outside your apartment, and the glow from his suit, you can see the deep regret in them, and the embarrassment from admitting his wrongs. “Then made a mess out of everything.”

“Miguel–”

“You can say I told you so, because you were right.” He turns to you, bringing his hand to hold your cheek briefly before he sighs and walks away, closer to the balcony’s window.

“What happened?” You follow him, standing next to him. Part of you is afraid he’s going to leave the same way he arrived, and panic settles on your chest. You urge him to keep talking though, you won’t give him a chance to shut down this time. “What happened with Miles?”

“The Spot’s stronger than before and going to Miles’ dimension to destroy it and then possibly many others.” Miguel clenches his hands into fists, the muscles around his neck tensing, the stress and worry in them is clear for you to see. “But he’s not there, because of me.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, a mannerism you’ve gotten from the man next to you. Of course he scared the kid off; you love this man more than anything, but he really needs to work on his first impressions. “Where is he? How can we find him?”

“I have an idea; I think his friends do too.” Miguel starts, then shakes his head, some strands of hair falling over his forehead. “Maybe the dimension of the spider that bit him is a good place to start.”

“Then we find him, Miguel.” You move to stand in front of him, your back to the window and the city, all your focus on him. “We find him, we bring him home, and we defeat the Spot.”

He nods almost imperceptibly his gaze in the distant glimmering buildings, his handsome yet tired features washed in light blue and purple light. You know he can feel your gaze on him, burning a hole on his face but his eyes won’t look away from the window. When he doesn’t give in a moment later, you bring both of your hands to his face. Half expecting him to move away, you’re surprised when he lets you, and a small breath escapes him at the contact.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You whisper, your thumbs moving softly over his cheekbones. “Everything will be alright; we can fix it.”

“I almost lost everything by trying to prevent it from happening again.” He confesses, eyes full of torment when they finally meet yours. They glisten in the light, worry and despair making his icy layers melt for you too see him clearly. It’s enough to make you tear up. When you try to say something, he cuts you off as if knowing what you’re about to say. “I almost lost you.”

You shake your head fervently. “You were never going to lose me, we’re best friends I don’t think we’re capable of losing each other.”

“We’re more than that.” He says, voice gentle as he takes your hands from his face and holds them in his, they dwarf yours in size. “I feel it too and I’m sorry if it’s too late.” His words echo back to your last conversation, and it makes your stomach flip. Finally, after so much time, your feelings are bare in front of each other. Precious jewels you would never trust to anyone else, both broken, both put back together, and perfect for the other.

“It’s not.” You shake your head and let go of his hands, moving them instead to rest on his shoulders. A smile makes its way to your face, and the way Miguel’s lips move to mirror it makes your heart soar.

A moment later his head is tipping downwards as you step on the tip of your toes to kiss him. It’s an electric moment, a canonic event itself with the way all the pieces seem to fall into place. You move your arms around Miguel’s shoulders and hitch yourself higher to wrap your legs around his waist. His approval is hummed into your mouth as his lips move ardently against yours. One of his arms goes around your waist while the other moves up your back to bury his hand in your hair, tipping your face in the perfect angle to kiss you into a blissful state. Your sighs are unstoppable and he’s more than happy to catch them with his lips as your hands move to his hair. This is all you’ve wanted, to have him completely, for the two of you to accept the feelings that have always been there.

Eventually your passionate kiss simmers down to something slower, calmer. Miguel’s lips brush yours softly; barely-there kisses that move to the corner of your mouth, your cheek and along your jaw. His voice is rough when he whispers against your lips in a gentleness he rarely shows, “I love you, I always have.”

“I love you, you broody, cheap Twilight vampire wannabe.” You murmur, brushing your nose against his as he chuckles under his breath, before he sets you down. “We should go.”

“Only if you want to.” Miguel tells you, holding out your watch on the palm of his hand.

You take it from him and put it on with a smile. “Please, you’d be lost without me.”

His hand cups your cheek for a moment, a soft smile just for you on his face as he says, voice low. “Right again.”

In front of you a new portal appears, back to Miguel’s office to round everybody up. The future might still be up in the air, and there might be many battles ahead before this multiversal conflict is solved. But one thing you know for sure is that with the right team, the impossible can happen. You’re sure Miles’ team has his back, but a little backup wouldn’t hurt them, would it?

You take Miguel’s hand and squeeze it in yours before walking backwards to the portal. “Come on Twilight, let’s help the kids save the world.”

[web6y]

What if you...

                                        danced with,

             ✫彡   Them   ミ★

      (Pt 1)           (Pt 2)            (Pt 3)           (Pt 4)

          ✔︎                  𖤹                   ❌                 ❌

Lucifer x Reader (romantic) 

The reader is adressed as "you" and as gender neutral terms 

this time i can't imagine what kind of person Lucifer would date with,im sorry :(

(HOLY COW LUCIUS IS FINALLY WRITING SOMETHING OTHER THAN ALASTOR X READER PLATONIC THINGS🗣️‼️) 

(And I finally had motivation to finish it after 10 days.But I just realized Im not actually good with Lucifer fanfics.)

:(

Warnings:

Nothing else because im a pure angel.

Summary:

Lucifer's taller s/o reader realized Lucifer had a gramophone in his office the whole time,but the little ugly duckling haven't used it because they didn't had anyone to listen to with him...until now

And not-so-fun-fact i still don't like the way i write and I'll keep thinking I write trash.

        𐦖 King's 

                    Baby Steps ✨

You are at Lucifer's office after a long day,you are sitting at a chair,sipping your coffee and watching him work on a new project with a smirk.

You took a sip from your coffee,placed your pink cup with a tiny duck picture on it on the coffee table and stood up,you stretched.

"now...may I ask what are you working on now?" you asked softly,Lucifer didn't looked up at you but he smiled cutely with childish mischievousness,"...you'll see soon,give me a few more minutes." he is biting his lower lip with his small fangs and giggling while working.

You rolled eyes,then your eyes travels around the room after trying to checkout what he is working on,but his tiny body is good at hiding things.

As your eyes travels around the room,you see something you haven't saw before.

Its an old gramophone.

Its actually pretty big,the metal part of it is pure gold and the wooden parts are dark oak,its carved small apple patterns on it.

As you examine the gramophone,but Lucifer interrupts and excitedly yells, "Darling!Come take a look!!"

He jumps out of his chair and runs to you,showing you his 'project'.

Its a rubber duck.

A rubber duck that looks like you.

"For my dear Monarch!" he is handing it to you like its a treasure,its like a treasure to you at least.

You chuckled and took the duck from his hands,examining it,"Its adorable," you looked at him,"but not as you,my duckling.",you took his hat,leaned closer to place a kiss on the top of his head while he tried to take his hat back,while he was huffing and puffing,you pointed the old gramophone,"Is this thing still working?"

He looked at the gramophone "Im not sure.."

you raised an eyebrow "Darling,how you don't know if it works?"

Lucifer looked away and shrugged,"I...um,I don't play music really often." 

"I haven't used it since seven years ago."

You smirked "Well,there is only one way to find out if its still working." you opened the drawer under the coffee table,you found an old record and held it up.

You took it out slowly and placed it on the gramophone,and elegant dance music started playing.

Lucifer looked at you,"Well it's working.." you held his hand,offering him a dance,but he pulled back.

"I...I don't remember how to dance,it's been so long." he said with a low voice ,"My duckling.." "I know you can do it,you are so good at dancing alone and singing,im pretty sure you can handle this." you putted his hat back on his head "I'll teach you." he smiled and held your waist with his small elegant hand "I think I can give it a try again..." 

You two started dancing,you took the lead,Lucifer still looks nervous.

He needs motivation.

"Shh,we are going to do this."

"Let's start with baby steps.."

"You are doing great,my short king.."

I AM SORRY FOR MAKING YOU READ THIS SHIT💀

ITS ACTUALLY HORRIFYING I DON'T THINK I'LL WRITE LUCIFER AS READER'S S/O EVER AGAIN.

And there is Vox and Tino left now..

I mean I can write Vox having reader as S/O but im not sure about Val😭 

But I'll anyways because i love to torture myself

Anyway,

THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL,YOU ARE AMAZING AND LOVED

🗣️💞💗💓‼️

[killedbythedog]

# ┆ KILLEDBYTHEDOG .ᐟ ★

~~~ about me post … !!

NOTE . . . i have a carrd ,, here !! you will get the same info in this post , but my carrd is more aesthetic >:3 but also i love this post a lot so id love for you to read both if u want </3

GENERAL INFO . . . aspiring zoologist & author , video game enjoyer , cat & bird father , masochist , bpd ocd ptsd autism , schizo traits , insane & traumatized ?!

NAMES . . . maeve / claudio / duke / bluejay / elbrus

(NICK)NAME BOUNDARIES . . . do not call me just ‘blue’ or ‘jay’ , only ‘bluejay’ & do not call me ‘mae’ if you’re not styx , or ‘critter’ if you are not azrael + ask before giving me a nickname !

FLAGS . . . greyromantic , demisexual , abroromantic abrosexual , ambiamorous + transmasc , agender , xenogenders <- ask plsplsplzpls !!

PRONOUNS . . . he/him , pup/pups , it/its > bug/bugs , geo/geos , gore/gores , rot/rots , the sun/the suns > claw/claws , fang/fangs , dino/dinos

BLOGS . . . main -> @/killedbythedog , agere -> @/snowballkid , art -> @/ipadloser , yandere -> @/urdogindeath!!

LIKES . . . gore , attention , critters , yanderes , biting , dragons , fashion , dinosaurs , plushies , journals & notebooks , tv shows , movies , iced coffee , music , big cats

DISLIKES . . . hate , stairs , dolphins , crowds , cucumbers , feeling alone , watercolor , wide ruled paper , elephants , competition , my exes

FANDOMS . . . wings of fire , warrior cats , legend of zelda ( botw & totk ) , hollow knight , stardew valley , watership down , arcane: lol , sex education , the umbrella academy , the lion king , spiderverse , how to train your dragon , lego movies , stranger things , the amazing world of gumball , marvel cinematic universe

FAV MUSIC . . . måneskin , los campesinos! , mother mother , everybody’s worried about owen , imagine dragons , billie eilish , fall out boy

INTERESTS / HOBBIES . . . zoology / animals , plushies ( jellycat & bellzi ) , botany , rocks & shells , my ocs , worldbuilding , character design , writing , digital art , acrylic painting

MAIN THERIOTYPES . . . sea otter , snow leopard , timber wolf , skywing

OTHER THERIOTYPES . . . ferret , siberian tiger , canadian lynx , western gull , green cheek conure , blue tongued skink

OTHER KINTYPES . . . vaporeon , cryptid

FICTIONKINS . . . blitzø , syd novak , gumball watterson , blathers , rainbowdash , link , neferpitou

YANDERE TYPES . . . dependent , clingy , delusional , paranoid , tame , worshipping , masochistic , xsmt , odiaf , cswi , rxxl

FICTIONAL CRUSHES . . . feitan portor , hisoka morow , mr gold / rumplestiltskin , hobie brown (atsv) , loki laufeyson , tangerine (bullet train) , 001 / henry creel , shigaraki tomura , sebastian (stardew valley) , jd (heathers 1988)

pngs from this post

[lamb-of-seven]

NSFW Head-Canons/Stories for the Demon Brothers Part 1 Lucifer

Prompt: The Demon boys and their favorite ways of having oral sex.

!!Minors and Ageless Do Not Interact!!

Content Warning: Very Suggestive. Discussions of Kinks, Sexual Fantasies and oral sex.

It’s Sunday Smut-Day! So here is another HC of the Obey Me Demon Brothers. Enjoy!

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Lucifer: I feel like Lucifer enjoys both receiving and giving when it comes to oral sex but prefers receiving. I feel his pridefulness enjoys when he feels in control and in power, so to look down at you pleasuring him, gets him excited.

It was close to midnight and as you walked through the halls of HOL, unable to fall asleep, you noticed a pale light seeping out from under the Music room. You open the door, it creaked slightly with your gentile push. The music room was empty, and not the source of the light. You stepped into the room, following the dim light on the floor until it grew brighter. It was beaming from around the door from the study. You sighed and pulled your robe a bit closer and opened the door on a crack. “Lucifer.” You whispered out to the room. The only sound you heard was fervent writing. “Lucifer.” You called a bit louder. “May I come in?” Lucifer grunted his approval. You walked in to see him hunched over his desk, one hard stressfully pulling his hair over and over again through his fingertips while his other hand kept writing away on the papers in front of him. Lucifers eyes never looked up at you, they just squinted in frustration and exhaustion. “Lucifer, it’s just about midnight.” Lucifer scoffed but didn’t stop his work. “Lucifer.” You say his name more seductively this time, earning you a short glance. “Your stressed, why don’t you…” Lucifer suddenly interrupted you. “You know I can’t, I need to finish this.” You tilted your head to the side as you made circles with your finger on his desk. “I know. However, why don’t I help you relax while you work?” You looked innocently at him with nothing but dirty thoughts behind your eyes. Lucifers hands were finally still. “Oh.” He laughed out a little. “And what does my little human have in mind?” He leaned back in his chair as you walk around his desk. You sink down onto your knees, they pressed down into the plush carpet near Lucifers pristine black shoes. Your hands slide up the soft fabric of his pants, going from his knees up his thighs and stopped right before his crotch. Lucifer ran on hand along your cheek. “You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?” Lucifer chuckled in a lower voice. “You may please me, but don’t think your pretty mouth will be able to stop me from working. Lucifer made enough room for you to kneel comfortably between his thighs as he adjusted his work load before him. The sounds of unbuckling and unzipping clashed with the scratching of his pen. Despite his attitude, his hardened member, standing proud to his navel gave away his excitement. You waisted no time, licking your lips before gently placing them on the tip of his cock, tongue slowly licking circles. You smirked, when he heard his pen scratch stop and his hips buckle slightly. You teased him a little more, using your hands, to trace up and down his member, feeling the veins and how it throbbed. You lowered your mouth down, tasting every part of him, until your mouth was so full it stretched and ached. Then you moved. The quickening pace led to Lucifers writing become a slower pace, while his breathing quickened. You could feel Lucifers leg start to twitch against your chin and cheek. You gripped him a bit tighter at his thick base, pumping him in sync with your mouth. Lucifer, tried to keep his word, but failed and fell to the pleasurable sin of lust as his hands abandoned his quill pen and his fingers found their way to curl into your hair. You looked up to see his own crimson eyes gazing down at you, mouth slightly parted with each pant. His tongue ran over his fang before he gave into a sultry smile and used his hand to force your head down to go deeper on his cock. His grunts came out louder as he made your eyes sting and water with every thrust, until he took full advantage of your mouth, pumping fast as hot cum shot to the back of your throat. His seed filled your mouth and seeped out the side of your lips, dribbling down your chin. You tried to swallow what you could around his cock still resting along your tongue. Lucifers hand stroked your hair as he sighed. “You surly did as you said my sweet human. I am relaxed, but don’t think about heading off just yet, once these reports are finished I will be the one helping you relax.  

[i-eat-legoblocks]

TRIGUN — Headcanons!

Vash + Wolfwood! (W/ a few modern hcs)

VASH

☆ owns headphones with cat ears on them. He either uses them for music or to help his sensories

★ probably watches bluey and adventure time

☆ he stims: jumping up and down, swaying back and fourth, finger snapping, random noises or singing

★ "mhmhm" "mmmmmhhhh—" "yippers" "yippee!" "Whoo!" "Beep beep / beep boop" repeat noises as stims

☆ got shot by a nerf gun in the left eye when he was a kid and can't see out of it

★ he loves cats but most cats probably hate him

☆ free therapy + encourages anyone who loves/has stuffed animals to give them a hug for him

★ knows ASL! Teaches it for free for anyone who wants/needs it

☆ relationship status: single, crushing on WW (kinda)

WOLFWOOD

★ doesn't need eyesight to know where he is/navigate his surroundings/etc. His hearing is as great as a wolf (which is thought to be smarter than a dog)

☆ has very poor eyesight + hearing aid user

★ uses any to all Pronouns. He doesn't care you use, but most commonly he/him is used

☆ they wear puppy ears because vash told him too. He also wears this because Vash gives him affection for it

★ wears fake vampire fangs to represent wolf fangs

☆ has a minecraft dog plush

★ Bisexual (Fem pref)

☆ single, crushing in denial. (4 Vash) (??)

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My hc designs! Please note that these hcs are just what I believe/made up and none (probably) are canon. I wanted to show some representation (adhd, disability, visibly impaired etc) so pls respect my hcs even if they don't make sense ^^"

[wonderland-journals]

3am. ☆

🔞🔞**CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP 21+**🔞🔞

★ pairing: Takashi Mitsuya & f!reader ★ word count: 3.4K

★ cw/tw: comfort, anxiety, sleepy kisses, sleepy cuddles, suggestive (at one point), sweet whispers, reassurance

"Worry is my worst enemy… an enemy I unleash upon myself." -Terri Guillemets

This fic is also located on my AO3. Feel free to like and kudos ♡

All comments and likes are greatly appreciated, but please be respectful!! ♡

A steady rhythm thumping through your headphones drowned out the world around you – pulling you into a bubble of solitude. A soft breeze blew through the room, coming in from the window you had cracked open earlier. Occasionally, your head would roll back when you stretched your arms over your head, and a sigh of relief would escape you, feeling the small pops between your shoulder blades from the action. The silence of the night would have unnerved you had you given it even a second of attention, but you barely registered the hum of your laptop fan running in the brief silence between songs. Shaking your head, you blinked a few times to clear your vision before letting your eyes scan over the page before you.

Your eclectic taste in music showed now more than ever in how your playlist would jump from the sound of waves crashing against the beachfront shore to some poppy tune you heard somewhere online. There was no method to your madness, but it got the work done as you continued to check off task by task on the list. Each checkmark urged you onward in your goal despite the edges of your vision darkening slightly as your exhaustion finally began to wash over you.

Should you have gone to bed hours ago when your boyfriend asked you to? Probably. Would you regret staying up late to get some work done? Absolutely. When he had asked you, though, sleep hadn’t yet sunk its fangs into you then, and you had made the mistake of glancing over to the notebook on your desk with two ever-growing lists of things you needed to get done. So, of course, your only thought was that it wouldn’t complete itself, and you had promised him you would join him in bed after a few minutes.

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

A deep bass vibrated through your eardrums, startling you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously started to bounce along to the pace it set as you sat up straight again. In a way, you lived for nights like these when you could lose yourself to the music and let the words flow through your fingers to the keyboard with a movement so effortless it almost seemed natural. Occasionally, you would lean back in your chair and tap your nails against the desk’s wooden surface, trying to recover the train of thought that would briefly derail before jumping back into your work.

The white light from your monitor was the only thing illuminating you or any other part of your desk, allowing your eyes to dart back and forth between the screen and a scratch sheet filled with the messy scribbles that were your notes when sleep made your mind wander and lose its momentum. That thread of inspiration would come back to you, though, and the clicking of keys would begin anew. It was filling the silence of the room around you with the muttered utterance of its words that only those who received the results would read.

At one point, the song changed to an old track from your childhood and brought you to a pause again. The pads of your fingers rested against the smooth keyboard for a second before sliding over two, three, four keys in a row and ultimately sliding off the keyboard altogether. The spark had disappeared, filled instead with gnawing dread that clawed at the center of your chest. An ache centered around memories brought about by the song that played. A part of you wanted to change it, but instead, you let your eyes slip close as the memories washed over you.

A shallow sigh of a laugh forced its way out of you as the song played. Remembering your childhood dreams of how you thought your life would end – a comfortable home with just enough space for the things you loved, a comfortable job, a loving partner…

You could feel your muscles relaxing slowly the further entranced you became with the song. It should have given you a sense of accomplishment knowing that you achieved two of your primary goals in life. Instead, there was an ache in the back of your throat with the sour taste of bile forcing you back upright. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your nose scrunched up in frustration.

Another list left unfinished.

Suddenly, you felt your left headphone plucked out of your ear, and your heart raced into overdrive almost painfully in your chest. You hadn’t even realized that someone had entered your office – didn’t feel the vibration of footsteps against the hardwood floor beneath you.

“It’s 3 AM…”

Honestly, you weren’t sure what surprised you more, the headphone taken out of your ear or the low timbre of a male’s voice rumbling next to it in place of the music. Either way, your body went tense and jerked away from them in immediate response; the movement was so sudden you almost fell out of the chair had it not been for the other person’s quick reflexes. Calloused fingers tightly wrapped around your upper arm when the person reacted, only loosening when they were sure you were safely seated again.

Turning your head to look up at the intruder, you let out a deep sigh of relief and felt your body begin to relax almost instantly. Your lips parted to greet him, but no words came out. So, you smiled up at your boyfriend, a tired half-smile that almost matched his amused one with which he looked down at you with. There were soft shadows under his half-lidded eyes from his own long nights at work that the blue light of your computer put on full display for your tired eyes to see.

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

Heat crept up your neck to paint your cheeks with a soft blush of embarrassment. A burglar would never take your headphones out and alert you of their presence like this – and the fact that you thought otherwise made you feel silly.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

His voice was so soft, still heavy with sleep, as if something had woken him and compelled him to find you. He spoke clearly despite the slow drawl to his words. Still, your brain took longer than it should have to process what he said – focused instead on how his black and purple hair was mussed in the back from obvious tossing and turning. It was almost too easy to lose yourself in his lavender eyes, letting your body relax further as you unconsciously leaned toward him for extra warmth – the chill in the room suddenly more noticeable than before now that your attention wasn’t focused on a singular task. Mitsuya chuckled, watching the exact moment his words finally clicked in your mind. Your eyes widened in shock as you turned to your computer and scrambled to minimize the window you had pulled up to finally look at your clock.

“Huh…”

Takashi raised an eyebrow at you, but you merely slumped back in your chair. Eyebrows furrowed together in thought, and your bottom lip poked out in a slight pout. He knew that the endless deadlines had started to weigh on your mind, haunting you the closer they got, but he didn’t expect you to lose track of time this way.

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

Eyes focused on the flashing cursor on the document you had minimized down to a windowed screen. It sat precisely where you left it, in a box halfway down the paper you were finalizing for work. Another cold chill ran down your spine, forcing your shoulders to jerk up in an almost shrugging motion that you knew had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with your once calm nerves, which were beginning to fray at the ends again. Slivers of panic creeping into your mind once more and bringing your focus back to where it was before he had come in.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

Keeping your eyes on the computer in front of you, you straighten your posture and reach out with your free hand for the earbud he had taken from you. He held it just far enough away that it threatened to pull the other earbud from you too as you leaned over until you felt like you would fall out of your chair again. You glared up at him, but he only smiled down at you knowingly. The corners of your eyes prickled with the threat of tears from the sudden yawn you had to stifle back.

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

The combination of fatigue suddenly starting to wrap its hands around your throat and the stubbornness of your partner’s actions at this moment had irritation seeping into your veins as he continued to silently refuse. You could feel the weight on your chest pushing further down on you as if it was trying to crush you into the ground. The panic and mental exhaustion you had been trying to push away for weeks came back full force to slap you across the face. Something had Mitsuya crouching down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love.”

The low rumble of his sleep-laden voice and the hooded look he gave you put you at unease. What was he seeing when his soft lavender eyes looked at you? Did he see the exhaustion finally taking hold of you after weeks of pushing it back? Did he notice your silent plea for help that your pride forced you to swallow with your dismissive smiles and soft words of assurance that you were fine?

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

His question pulled your thoughts from their spinning track of anxiety. You didn’t need to look at it to know what he saw. Countless little activities that demanded your attention with deadlines written down for many of them in bright red – deadlines that seemed to be racing at you faster than you could manage.

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

That was it. That was the line that broke through the cracks in your wall. You hated the single choked sob that escaped you so suddenly. Hated the tears you could no longer hold back. Your cheeks now wet with the salty liquid steadily streaming from your eyes.

That stupid little paper with every stupid little task you needed to get done written in black ink. Perfectly written in your best handwriting that pleased your hamster brain with its small, simple strokes. It was your main method of staying organized, giving you a strong sense of accomplishment every time you could cross an item off with your red pen. Normally when you make a new list for the month you could get through it within the week. You were no stranger to adding to it, of course, but this month had hit you with so many deadlines and activities that you felt like you were barely holding on by a thread these days. There was something about the way Takashi’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked over the remaining items on your neatly made paper that compelled you to rip the single headphone from your ear and toss it to the table in front of you in frustration.

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes. 

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

Failing. That was the word that stood out to you more than anything else. You couldn’t finish your list on time, not for lack of trying, and the crushing feeling of disappointment and failure was burning through your lungs. Scraping at your throat and preventing you from speaking the words that you wanted to say. Stopping you from asking for the help you desperately needed.

You took out the other headphone from your ear and tossed it on the desk before standing up from your chair, you didn’t look at where he was still crouched next to you. Eyes pinned on the door instead. “Let’s just go to bed and I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

The quiet rustling of his sweatpants when he stood up was the only indication you got of his movement. “Do you need help?” There was a lump in your throat, choking you, keeping you from replying. So, you shook your head, your pride too strong to give the answer you wanted anyways. “Do you want my help?”

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Takashi’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. Still, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t need to look to know that he was looking at you with concern. His soft lips parted slightly, ready to speak even when he didn’t know yet what to say. Sleep was probably the last thing on his mind right now, pushed away by the concern he felt for you and your mental health. His thoughts racing around and around, trying to figure out how to best help you.

Help.

“You know you don’t have to do this alone, beautiful.” You were pulled back towards him, turning on your heel so you didn’t fall, but you still stumbled into him. Chest to chest with him with the tips of your ears burning from embarrassment. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

Stubbornly you shook your head again. Takashi only brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek with such care. As if he were handling a porcelain doll with hairline cracks hidden just under the surface.

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned down to slot his mouth against yours. Your responding hum was immediate from the action. Eyes fluttering shut while his lips molded with yours, moving in sync and parting with the slightest push of his tongue against them. It was futile to attempt any form of dominance with this man, but you were stubborn to a fault, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give him some form of pushback. It was one of the many things he loved about you, after all. Your tongue battled his for dominance, only needing the pressure of his hand that had held your wrist to make its way behind you push against the small of your back with just enough pressure to have you arching into him.

Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours, it seemed. Just you and him in the middle of your office space that was once drowned out by the dark clouds of your anxiety and fear. Now filled with the familiar warmth and peace that seemed to always follow him. Filling your mind with a distracting haze, the smell of his deodorant and shampoo overwhelmed your senses. He pulled back from you, eyes locked on the string of saliva that still connected you two until you swiped your tongue along your bottom lip to disconnect it.

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

A smile tugged on the corner of your lips, but you didn’t argue this time. This time when he pulled away, he didn’t go far. Forehead pressed to yours with his eyes still closed. The comfort of his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It was something you simultaneously knew you could never live without yet didn’t realize it was exactly what you needed right now. Lethargy crashed into you immediately when he loosened his hold on you. The clock was usually striking 5 AM when you would make your way to bed to then wake up an hour later. This time there was no fight left in you as he led you to the bedroom, helping you out of your jeans while pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Tongue darting out to lick over the spots he would nip at to soothe the sharp sting from his teeth. Your breathing became shallow the lower he got, kicking off your pants where they pooled at your ankles. This desire that made your stomach curl only grew the lower he traveled. The calloused pads of his fingers graze up the sides of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

You tried to stifle a yawn, but he still caught it, opting to not say anything, but still shooting you a knowing smirk before climbing into bed. For a moment it felt like all you could do was stare in shock at him, lying comfortably in bed with an arm behind his head. He was waiting for you, and that knowledge was enough to have you crawling into the comfort of your shared bed with him. He only hummed in acknowledgment, pulling the covers over you both before comfortably pulling you into his arms, head resting on top of yours.

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

After a few minutes of silence, Mitsuya shifted his head down to kiss your cheek. Nudging your chin with his index finger to make you look up and catch his lips with yours in slow, lazy kisses. Soft sighs and sleepy giggles between kisses; whispered “I love you”s that were never spoken aloud but portrayed through subtle actions. An arm around your waist to keep you against him. The two of you sharing the same small smile with each other before settling yourselves back to let sleep take you under.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

A steady rhythm thumping through your headphones drowned out the world around you – pulling you into a bubble of solitude. A soft breeze blew through the room, coming in from the window you had cracked open earlier. Occasionally, your head would roll back when you stretched your arms over your head, and a sigh of relief would escape you, feeling the small pops between your shoulder blades from the action. The silence of the night would have unnerved you had you given it even a second of attention, but you barely registered the hum of your laptop fan running in the brief silence between songs. Shaking your head, you blinked a few times to clear your vision before letting your eyes scan over the page before you.

Your eclectic taste in music showed now more than ever in how your playlist would jump from the sound of waves crashing against the beachfront shore to some poppy tune you heard somewhere online. There was no method to your madness, but it got the work done as you continued to check off task by task on the list. Each checkmark urged you onward in your goal despite the edges of your vision darkening slightly as your exhaustion finally began to wash over you.

Should you have gone to bed hours ago when your boyfriend asked you to? Probably. Would you regret staying up late to get some work done? Absolutely. When he had asked you, though, sleep hadn’t yet sunk its fangs into you then, and you had made the mistake of glancing over to the notebook on your desk with two ever-growing lists of things you needed to get done. So, of course, your only thought was that it wouldn’t complete itself, and you had promised him you would join him in bed after a few minutes.

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

A deep bass vibrated through your eardrums, startling you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously started to bounce along to the pace it set as you sat up straight again. In a way, you lived for nights like these when you could lose yourself to the music and let the words flow through your fingers to the keyboard with a movement so effortless it almost seemed natural. Occasionally, you would lean back in your chair and tap your nails against the desk’s wooden surface, trying to recover the train of thought that would briefly derail before jumping back into your work.

The white light from your monitor was the only thing illuminating you or any other part of your desk, allowing your eyes to dart back and forth between the screen and a scratch sheet filled with the messy scribbles that were your notes when sleep made your mind wander and lose its momentum. That thread of inspiration would come back to you, though, and the clicking of keys would begin anew. It was filling the silence of the room around you with the muttered utterance of its words that only those who received the results would read.

At one point, the song changed to an old track from your childhood and brought you to a pause again. The pads of your fingers rested against the smooth keyboard for a second before sliding over two, three, four keys in a row and ultimately sliding off the keyboard altogether. The spark had disappeared, filled instead with gnawing dread that clawed at the center of your chest. An ache centered around memories brought about by the song that played. A part of you wanted to change it, but instead, you let your eyes slip close as the memories washed over you.

A shallow sigh of a laugh forced its way out of you as the song played. Remembering your childhood dreams of how you thought your life would end – a comfortable home with just enough space for the things you loved, a comfortable job, a loving partner…

You could feel your muscles relaxing slowly the further entranced you became with the song. It should have given you a sense of accomplishment knowing that you achieved two of your primary goals in life. Instead, there was an ache in the back of your throat with the sour taste of bile forcing you back upright. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your nose scrunched up in frustration.

Another list left unfinished.

Suddenly, you felt your left headphone plucked out of your ear, and your heart raced into overdrive almost painfully in your chest. You hadn’t even realized that someone had entered your office – didn’t feel the vibration of footsteps against the hardwood floor beneath you.

“It’s 3 AM…”

Honestly, you weren’t sure what surprised you more, the headphone taken out of your ear or the low timbre of a male’s voice rumbling next to it in place of the music. Either way, your body went tense and jerked away from them in immediate response; the movement was so sudden you almost fell out of the chair had it not been for the other person’s quick reflexes. Calloused fingers tightly wrapped around your upper arm when the person reacted, only loosening when they were sure you were safely seated again.

Turning your head to look up at the intruder, you let out a deep sigh of relief and felt your body begin to relax almost instantly. Your lips parted to greet him, but no words came out. So, you smiled up at your boyfriend, a tired half-smile that almost matched his amused one with which he looked down at you with. There were soft shadows under his half-lidded eyes from his own long nights at work that the blue light of your computer put on full display for your tired eyes to see.

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

Heat crept up your neck to paint your cheeks with a soft blush of embarrassment. A burglar would never take your headphones out and alert you of their presence like this – and the fact that you thought otherwise made you feel silly.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

His voice was so soft, still heavy with sleep, as if something had woken him and compelled him to find you. He spoke clearly despite the slow drawl to his words. Still, your brain took longer than it should have to process what he said – focused instead on how his black and purple hair was mussed in the back from obvious tossing and turning. It was almost too easy to lose yourself in his lavender eyes, letting your body relax further as you unconsciously leaned toward him for extra warmth – the chill in the room suddenly more noticeable than before now that your attention wasn’t focused on a singular task. Mitsuya chuckled, watching the exact moment his words finally clicked in your mind. Your eyes widened in shock as you turned to your computer and scrambled to minimize the window you had pulled up to finally look at your clock.

“Huh…”

Takashi raised an eyebrow at you, but you merely slumped back in your chair. Eyebrows furrowed together in thought, and your bottom lip poked out in a slight pout. He knew that the endless deadlines had started to weigh on your mind, haunting you the closer they got, but he didn’t expect you to lose track of time this way.

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

Eyes focused on the flashing cursor on the document you had minimized down to a windowed screen. It sat precisely where you left it, in a box halfway down the paper you were finalizing for work. Another cold chill ran down your spine, forcing your shoulders to jerk up in an almost shrugging motion that you knew had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with your once calm nerves, which were beginning to fray at the ends again. Slivers of panic creeping into your mind once more and bringing your focus back to where it was before he had come in.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

Keeping your eyes on the computer in front of you, you straighten your posture and reach out with your free hand for the earbud he had taken from you. He held it just far enough away that it threatened to pull the other earbud from you too as you leaned over until you felt like you would fall out of your chair again. You glared up at him, but he only smiled down at you knowingly. The corners of your eyes prickled with the threat of tears from the sudden yawn you had to stifle back.

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

The combination of fatigue suddenly starting to wrap its hands around your throat and the stubbornness of your partner’s actions at this moment had irritation seeping into your veins as he continued to silently refuse. You could feel the weight on your chest pushing further down on you as if it was trying to crush you into the ground. The panic and mental exhaustion you had been trying to push away for weeks came back full force to slap you across the face. Something had Mitsuya crouching down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love.”

The low rumble of his sleep-laden voice and the hooded look he gave you put you at unease. What was he seeing when his soft lavender eyes looked at you? Did he see the exhaustion finally taking hold of you after weeks of pushing it back? Did he notice your silent plea for help that your pride forced you to swallow with your dismissive smiles and soft words of assurance that you were fine?

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

His question pulled your thoughts from their spinning track of anxiety. You didn’t need to look at it to know what he saw. Countless little activities that demanded your attention with deadlines written down for many of them in bright red – deadlines that seemed to be racing at you faster than you could manage.

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

That was it. That was the line that broke through the cracks in your wall. You hated the single choked sob that escaped you so suddenly. Hated the tears you could no longer hold back. Your cheeks now wet with the salty liquid steadily streaming from your eyes.

That stupid little paper with every stupid little task you needed to get done written in black ink. Perfectly written in your best handwriting that pleased your hamster brain with its small, simple strokes. It was your main method of staying organized, giving you a strong sense of accomplishment every time you could cross an item off with your red pen. Normally when you make a new list for the month you could get through it within the week. You were no stranger to adding to it, of course, but this month had hit you with so many deadlines and activities that you felt like you were barely holding on by a thread these days. There was something about the way Takashi’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked over the remaining items on your neatly made paper that compelled you to rip the single headphone from your ear and toss it to the table in front of you in frustration.

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes. 

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

Failing. That was the word that stood out to you more than anything else. You couldn’t finish your list on time, not for lack of trying, and the crushing feeling of disappointment and failure was burning through your lungs. Scraping at your throat and preventing you from speaking the words that you wanted to say. Stopping you from asking for the help you desperately needed.

You took out the other headphone from your ear and tossed it on the desk before standing up from your chair, you didn’t look at where he was still crouched next to you. Eyes pinned on the door instead. “Let’s just go to bed and I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

The quiet rustling of his sweatpants when he stood up was the only indication you got of his movement. “Do you need help?” There was a lump in your throat, choking you, keeping you from replying. So, you shook your head, your pride too strong to give the answer you wanted anyways. “Do you want my help?”

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Takashi’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. Still, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t need to look to know that he was looking at you with concern. His soft lips parted slightly, ready to speak even when he didn’t know yet what to say. Sleep was probably the last thing on his mind right now, pushed away by the concern he felt for you and your mental health. His thoughts racing around and around, trying to figure out how to best help you.

Help.

“You know you don’t have to do this alone, beautiful.” You were pulled back towards him, turning on your heel so you didn’t fall, but you still stumbled into him. Chest to chest with him with the tips of your ears burning from embarrassment. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

Stubbornly you shook your head again. Takashi only brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek with such care. As if he were handling a porcelain doll with hairline cracks hidden just under the surface.

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned down to slot his mouth against yours. Your responding hum was immediate from the action. Eyes fluttering shut while his lips molded with yours, moving in sync and parting with the slightest push of his tongue against them. It was futile to attempt any form of dominance with this man, but you were stubborn to a fault, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give him some form of pushback. It was one of the many things he loved about you, after all. Your tongue battled his for dominance, only needing the pressure of his hand that had held your wrist to make its way behind you push against the small of your back with just enough pressure to have you arching into him.

Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours, it seemed. Just you and him in the middle of your office space that was once drowned out by the dark clouds of your anxiety and fear. Now filled with the familiar warmth and peace that seemed to always follow him. Filling your mind with a distracting haze, the smell of his deodorant and shampoo overwhelmed your senses. He pulled back from you, eyes locked on the string of saliva that still connected you two until you swiped your tongue along your bottom lip to disconnect it.

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

A smile tugged on the corner of your lips, but you didn’t argue this time. This time when he pulled away, he didn’t go far. Forehead pressed to yours with his eyes still closed. The comfort of his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It was something you simultaneously knew you could never live without yet didn’t realize it was exactly what you needed right now. Lethargy crashed into you immediately when he loosened his hold on you. The clock was usually striking 5 AM when you would make your way to bed to then wake up an hour later. This time there was no fight left in you as he led you to the bedroom, helping you out of your jeans while pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Tongue darting out to lick over the spots he would nip at to soothe the sharp sting from his teeth. Your breathing became shallow the lower he got, kicking off your pants where they pooled at your ankles. This desire that made your stomach curl only grew the lower he traveled. The calloused pads of his fingers graze up the sides of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

You tried to stifle a yawn, but he still caught it, opting to not say anything, but still shooting you a knowing smirk before climbing into bed. For a moment it felt like all you could do was stare in shock at him, lying comfortably in bed with an arm behind his head. He was waiting for you, and that knowledge was enough to have you crawling into the comfort of your shared bed with him. He only hummed in acknowledgment, pulling the covers over you both before comfortably pulling you into his arms, head resting on top of yours.

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

After a few minutes of silence, Mitsuya shifted his head down to kiss your cheek. Nudging your chin with his index finger to make you look up and catch his lips with yours in slow, lazy kisses. Soft sighs and sleepy giggles between kisses; whispered “I love you”s that were never spoken aloud but portrayed through subtle actions. An arm around your waist to keep you against him. The two of you sharing the same small smile with each other before settling yourselves back to let sleep take you under.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

A steady rhythm thumping through your headphones drowned out the world around you – pulling you into a bubble of solitude. A soft breeze blew through the room, coming in from the window you had cracked open earlier. Occasionally, your head would roll back when you stretched your arms over your head, and a sigh of relief would escape you, feeling the small pops between your shoulder blades from the action. The silence of the night would have unnerved you had you given it even a second of attention, but you barely registered the hum of your laptop fan running in the brief silence between songs. Shaking your head, you blinked a few times to clear your vision before letting your eyes scan over the page before you.

Your eclectic taste in music showed now more than ever in how your playlist would jump from the sound of waves crashing against the beachfront shore to some poppy tune you heard somewhere online. There was no method to your madness, but it got the work done as you continued to check off task by task on the list. Each checkmark urged you onward in your goal despite the edges of your vision darkening slightly as your exhaustion finally began to wash over you.

Should you have gone to bed hours ago when your boyfriend asked you to? Probably. Would you regret staying up late to get some work done? Absolutely. When he had asked you, though, sleep hadn’t yet sunk its fangs into you then, and you had made the mistake of glancing over to the notebook on your desk with two ever-growing lists of things you needed to get done. So, of course, your only thought was that it wouldn’t complete itself, and you had promised him you would join him in bed after a few minutes.

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

A deep bass vibrated through your eardrums, startling you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously started to bounce along to the pace it set as you sat up straight again. In a way, you lived for nights like these when you could lose yourself to the music and let the words flow through your fingers to the keyboard with a movement so effortless it almost seemed natural. Occasionally, you would lean back in your chair and tap your nails against the desk’s wooden surface, trying to recover the train of thought that would briefly derail before jumping back into your work.

The white light from your monitor was the only thing illuminating you or any other part of your desk, allowing your eyes to dart back and forth between the screen and a scratch sheet filled with the messy scribbles that were your notes when sleep made your mind wander and lose its momentum. That thread of inspiration would come back to you, though, and the clicking of keys would begin anew. It was filling the silence of the room around you with the muttered utterance of its words that only those who received the results would read.

At one point, the song changed to an old track from your childhood and brought you to a pause again. The pads of your fingers rested against the smooth keyboard for a second before sliding over two, three, four keys in a row and ultimately sliding off the keyboard altogether. The spark had disappeared, filled instead with gnawing dread that clawed at the center of your chest. An ache centered around memories brought about by the song that played. A part of you wanted to change it, but instead, you let your eyes slip close as the memories washed over you.

A shallow sigh of a laugh forced its way out of you as the song played. Remembering your childhood dreams of how you thought your life would end – a comfortable home with just enough space for the things you loved, a comfortable job, a loving partner…

You could feel your muscles relaxing slowly the further entranced you became with the song. It should have given you a sense of accomplishment knowing that you achieved two of your primary goals in life. Instead, there was an ache in the back of your throat with the sour taste of bile forcing you back upright. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your nose scrunched up in frustration.

Another list left unfinished.

Suddenly, you felt your left headphone plucked out of your ear, and your heart raced into overdrive almost painfully in your chest. You hadn’t even realized that someone had entered your office – didn’t feel the vibration of footsteps against the hardwood floor beneath you.

“It’s 3 AM…”

Honestly, you weren’t sure what surprised you more, the headphone taken out of your ear or the low timbre of a male’s voice rumbling next to it in place of the music. Either way, your body went tense and jerked away from them in immediate response; the movement was so sudden you almost fell out of the chair had it not been for the other person’s quick reflexes. Calloused fingers tightly wrapped around your upper arm when the person reacted, only loosening when they were sure you were safely seated again.

Turning your head to look up at the intruder, you let out a deep sigh of relief and felt your body begin to relax almost instantly. Your lips parted to greet him, but no words came out. So, you smiled up at your boyfriend, a tired half-smile that almost matched his amused one with which he looked down at you with. There were soft shadows under his half-lidded eyes from his own long nights at work that the blue light of your computer put on full display for your tired eyes to see.

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

Heat crept up your neck to paint your cheeks with a soft blush of embarrassment. A burglar would never take your headphones out and alert you of their presence like this – and the fact that you thought otherwise made you feel silly.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

His voice was so soft, still heavy with sleep, as if something had woken him and compelled him to find you. He spoke clearly despite the slow drawl to his words. Still, your brain took longer than it should have to process what he said – focused instead on how his black and purple hair was mussed in the back from obvious tossing and turning. It was almost too easy to lose yourself in his lavender eyes, letting your body relax further as you unconsciously leaned toward him for extra warmth – the chill in the room suddenly more noticeable than before now that your attention wasn’t focused on a singular task. Mitsuya chuckled, watching the exact moment his words finally clicked in your mind. Your eyes widened in shock as you turned to your computer and scrambled to minimize the window you had pulled up to finally look at your clock.

“Huh…”

Takashi raised an eyebrow at you, but you merely slumped back in your chair. Eyebrows furrowed together in thought, and your bottom lip poked out in a slight pout. He knew that the endless deadlines had started to weigh on your mind, haunting you the closer they got, but he didn’t expect you to lose track of time this way.

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

Eyes focused on the flashing cursor on the document you had minimized down to a windowed screen. It sat precisely where you left it, in a box halfway down the paper you were finalizing for work. Another cold chill ran down your spine, forcing your shoulders to jerk up in an almost shrugging motion that you knew had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with your once calm nerves, which were beginning to fray at the ends again. Slivers of panic creeping into your mind once more and bringing your focus back to where it was before he had come in.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

Keeping your eyes on the computer in front of you, you straighten your posture and reach out with your free hand for the earbud he had taken from you. He held it just far enough away that it threatened to pull the other earbud from you too as you leaned over until you felt like you would fall out of your chair again. You glared up at him, but he only smiled down at you knowingly. The corners of your eyes prickled with the threat of tears from the sudden yawn you had to stifle back.

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

The combination of fatigue suddenly starting to wrap its hands around your throat and the stubbornness of your partner’s actions at this moment had irritation seeping into your veins as he continued to silently refuse. You could feel the weight on your chest pushing further down on you as if it was trying to crush you into the ground. The panic and mental exhaustion you had been trying to push away for weeks came back full force to slap you across the face. Something had Mitsuya crouching down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love.”

The low rumble of his sleep-laden voice and the hooded look he gave you put you at unease. What was he seeing when his soft lavender eyes looked at you? Did he see the exhaustion finally taking hold of you after weeks of pushing it back? Did he notice your silent plea for help that your pride forced you to swallow with your dismissive smiles and soft words of assurance that you were fine?

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

His question pulled your thoughts from their spinning track of anxiety. You didn’t need to look at it to know what he saw. Countless little activities that demanded your attention with deadlines written down for many of them in bright red – deadlines that seemed to be racing at you faster than you could manage.

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

That was it. That was the line that broke through the cracks in your wall. You hated the single choked sob that escaped you so suddenly. Hated the tears you could no longer hold back. Your cheeks now wet with the salty liquid steadily streaming from your eyes.

That stupid little paper with every stupid little task you needed to get done written in black ink. Perfectly written in your best handwriting that pleased your hamster brain with its small, simple strokes. It was your main method of staying organized, giving you a strong sense of accomplishment every time you could cross an item off with your red pen. Normally when you make a new list for the month you could get through it within the week. You were no stranger to adding to it, of course, but this month had hit you with so many deadlines and activities that you felt like you were barely holding on by a thread these days. There was something about the way Takashi’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked over the remaining items on your neatly made paper that compelled you to rip the single headphone from your ear and toss it to the table in front of you in frustration.

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes. 

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

Failing. That was the word that stood out to you more than anything else. You couldn’t finish your list on time, not for lack of trying, and the crushing feeling of disappointment and failure was burning through your lungs. Scraping at your throat and preventing you from speaking the words that you wanted to say. Stopping you from asking for the help you desperately needed.

You took out the other headphone from your ear and tossed it on the desk before standing up from your chair, you didn’t look at where he was still crouched next to you. Eyes pinned on the door instead. “Let’s just go to bed and I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

The quiet rustling of his sweatpants when he stood up was the only indication you got of his movement. “Do you need help?” There was a lump in your throat, choking you, keeping you from replying. So, you shook your head, your pride too strong to give the answer you wanted anyways. “Do you want my help?”

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Takashi’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. Still, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t need to look to know that he was looking at you with concern. His soft lips parted slightly, ready to speak even when he didn’t know yet what to say. Sleep was probably the last thing on his mind right now, pushed away by the concern he felt for you and your mental health. His thoughts racing around and around, trying to figure out how to best help you.

Help.

“You know you don’t have to do this alone, beautiful.” You were pulled back towards him, turning on your heel so you didn’t fall, but you still stumbled into him. Chest to chest with him with the tips of your ears burning from embarrassment. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

Stubbornly you shook your head again. Takashi only brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek with such care. As if he were handling a porcelain doll with hairline cracks hidden just under the surface.

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned down to slot his mouth against yours. Your responding hum was immediate from the action. Eyes fluttering shut while his lips molded with yours, moving in sync and parting with the slightest push of his tongue against them. It was futile to attempt any form of dominance with this man, but you were stubborn to a fault, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give him some form of pushback. It was one of the many things he loved about you, after all. Your tongue battled his for dominance, only needing the pressure of his hand that had held your wrist to make its way behind you push against the small of your back with just enough pressure to have you arching into him.

Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours, it seemed. Just you and him in the middle of your office space that was once drowned out by the dark clouds of your anxiety and fear. Now filled with the familiar warmth and peace that seemed to always follow him. Filling your mind with a distracting haze, the smell of his deodorant and shampoo overwhelmed your senses. He pulled back from you, eyes locked on the string of saliva that still connected you two until you swiped your tongue along your bottom lip to disconnect it.

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

A smile tugged on the corner of your lips, but you didn’t argue this time. This time when he pulled away, he didn’t go far. Forehead pressed to yours with his eyes still closed. The comfort of his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It was something you simultaneously knew you could never live without yet didn’t realize it was exactly what you needed right now. Lethargy crashed into you immediately when he loosened his hold on you. The clock was usually striking 5 AM when you would make your way to bed to then wake up an hour later. This time there was no fight left in you as he led you to the bedroom, helping you out of your jeans while pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Tongue darting out to lick over the spots he would nip at to soothe the sharp sting from his teeth. Your breathing became shallow the lower he got, kicking off your pants where they pooled at your ankles. This desire that made your stomach curl only grew the lower he traveled. The calloused pads of his fingers graze up the sides of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

You tried to stifle a yawn, but he still caught it, opting to not say anything, but still shooting you a knowing smirk before climbing into bed. For a moment it felt like all you could do was stare in shock at him, lying comfortably in bed with an arm behind his head. He was waiting for you, and that knowledge was enough to have you crawling into the comfort of your shared bed with him. He only hummed in acknowledgment, pulling the covers over you both before comfortably pulling you into his arms, head resting on top of yours.

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

After a few minutes of silence, Mitsuya shifted his head down to kiss your cheek. Nudging your chin with his index finger to make you look up and catch his lips with yours in slow, lazy kisses. Soft sighs and sleepy giggles between kisses; whispered “I love you”s that were never spoken aloud but portrayed through subtle actions. An arm around your waist to keep you against him. The two of you sharing the same small smile with each other before settling yourselves back to let sleep take you under.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

A steady rhythm thumping through your headphones drowned out the world around you – pulling you into a bubble of solitude. A soft breeze blew through the room, coming in from the window you had cracked open earlier. Occasionally, your head would roll back when you stretched your arms over your head, and a sigh of relief would escape you, feeling the small pops between your shoulder blades from the action. The silence of the night would have unnerved you had you given it even a second of attention, but you barely registered the hum of your laptop fan running in the brief silence between songs. Shaking your head, you blinked a few times to clear your vision before letting your eyes scan over the page before you.

Your eclectic taste in music showed now more than ever in how your playlist would jump from the sound of waves crashing against the beachfront shore to some poppy tune you heard somewhere online. There was no method to your madness, but it got the work done as you continued to check off task by task on the list. Each checkmark urged you onward in your goal despite the edges of your vision darkening slightly as your exhaustion finally began to wash over you.

Should you have gone to bed hours ago when your boyfriend asked you to? Probably. Would you regret staying up late to get some work done? Absolutely. When he had asked you, though, sleep hadn’t yet sunk its fangs into you then, and you had made the mistake of glancing over to the notebook on your desk with two ever-growing lists of things you needed to get done. So, of course, your only thought was that it wouldn’t complete itself, and you had promised him you would join him in bed after a few minutes.

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

A deep bass vibrated through your eardrums, startling you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously started to bounce along to the pace it set as you sat up straight again. In a way, you lived for nights like these when you could lose yourself to the music and let the words flow through your fingers to the keyboard with a movement so effortless it almost seemed natural. Occasionally, you would lean back in your chair and tap your nails against the desk’s wooden surface, trying to recover the train of thought that would briefly derail before jumping back into your work.

The white light from your monitor was the only thing illuminating you or any other part of your desk, allowing your eyes to dart back and forth between the screen and a scratch sheet filled with the messy scribbles that were your notes when sleep made your mind wander and lose its momentum. That thread of inspiration would come back to you, though, and the clicking of keys would begin anew. It was filling the silence of the room around you with the muttered utterance of its words that only those who received the results would read.

At one point, the song changed to an old track from your childhood and brought you to a pause again. The pads of your fingers rested against the smooth keyboard for a second before sliding over two, three, four keys in a row and ultimately sliding off the keyboard altogether. The spark had disappeared, filled instead with gnawing dread that clawed at the center of your chest. An ache centered around memories brought about by the song that played. A part of you wanted to change it, but instead, you let your eyes slip close as the memories washed over you.

A shallow sigh of a laugh forced its way out of you as the song played. Remembering your childhood dreams of how you thought your life would end – a comfortable home with just enough space for the things you loved, a comfortable job, a loving partner…

You could feel your muscles relaxing slowly the further entranced you became with the song. It should have given you a sense of accomplishment knowing that you achieved two of your primary goals in life. Instead, there was an ache in the back of your throat with the sour taste of bile forcing you back upright. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your nose scrunched up in frustration.

Another list left unfinished.

Suddenly, you felt your left headphone plucked out of your ear, and your heart raced into overdrive almost painfully in your chest. You hadn’t even realized that someone had entered your office – didn’t feel the vibration of footsteps against the hardwood floor beneath you.

“It’s 3 AM…”

Honestly, you weren’t sure what surprised you more, the headphone taken out of your ear or the low timbre of a male’s voice rumbling next to it in place of the music. Either way, your body went tense and jerked away from them in immediate response; the movement was so sudden you almost fell out of the chair had it not been for the other person’s quick reflexes. Calloused fingers tightly wrapped around your upper arm when the person reacted, only loosening when they were sure you were safely seated again.

Turning your head to look up at the intruder, you let out a deep sigh of relief and felt your body begin to relax almost instantly. Your lips parted to greet him, but no words came out. So, you smiled up at your boyfriend, a tired half-smile that almost matched his amused one with which he looked down at you with. There were soft shadows under his half-lidded eyes from his own long nights at work that the blue light of your computer put on full display for your tired eyes to see.

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

Heat crept up your neck to paint your cheeks with a soft blush of embarrassment. A burglar would never take your headphones out and alert you of their presence like this – and the fact that you thought otherwise made you feel silly.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

His voice was so soft, still heavy with sleep, as if something had woken him and compelled him to find you. He spoke clearly despite the slow drawl to his words. Still, your brain took longer than it should have to process what he said – focused instead on how his black and purple hair was mussed in the back from obvious tossing and turning. It was almost too easy to lose yourself in his lavender eyes, letting your body relax further as you unconsciously leaned toward him for extra warmth – the chill in the room suddenly more noticeable than before now that your attention wasn’t focused on a singular task. Mitsuya chuckled, watching the exact moment his words finally clicked in your mind. Your eyes widened in shock as you turned to your computer and scrambled to minimize the window you had pulled up to finally look at your clock.

“Huh…”

Takashi raised an eyebrow at you, but you merely slumped back in your chair. Eyebrows furrowed together in thought, and your bottom lip poked out in a slight pout. He knew that the endless deadlines had started to weigh on your mind, haunting you the closer they got, but he didn’t expect you to lose track of time this way.

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

Eyes focused on the flashing cursor on the document you had minimized down to a windowed screen. It sat precisely where you left it, in a box halfway down the paper you were finalizing for work. Another cold chill ran down your spine, forcing your shoulders to jerk up in an almost shrugging motion that you knew had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with your once calm nerves, which were beginning to fray at the ends again. Slivers of panic creeping into your mind once more and bringing your focus back to where it was before he had come in.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

Keeping your eyes on the computer in front of you, you straighten your posture and reach out with your free hand for the earbud he had taken from you. He held it just far enough away that it threatened to pull the other earbud from you too as you leaned over until you felt like you would fall out of your chair again. You glared up at him, but he only smiled down at you knowingly. The corners of your eyes prickled with the threat of tears from the sudden yawn you had to stifle back.

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

The combination of fatigue suddenly starting to wrap its hands around your throat and the stubbornness of your partner’s actions at this moment had irritation seeping into your veins as he continued to silently refuse. You could feel the weight on your chest pushing further down on you as if it was trying to crush you into the ground. The panic and mental exhaustion you had been trying to push away for weeks came back full force to slap you across the face. Something had Mitsuya crouching down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love.”

The low rumble of his sleep-laden voice and the hooded look he gave you put you at unease. What was he seeing when his soft lavender eyes looked at you? Did he see the exhaustion finally taking hold of you after weeks of pushing it back? Did he notice your silent plea for help that your pride forced you to swallow with your dismissive smiles and soft words of assurance that you were fine?

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

His question pulled your thoughts from their spinning track of anxiety. You didn’t need to look at it to know what he saw. Countless little activities that demanded your attention with deadlines written down for many of them in bright red – deadlines that seemed to be racing at you faster than you could manage.

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

That was it. That was the line that broke through the cracks in your wall. You hated the single choked sob that escaped you so suddenly. Hated the tears you could no longer hold back. Your cheeks now wet with the salty liquid steadily streaming from your eyes.

That stupid little paper with every stupid little task you needed to get done written in black ink. Perfectly written in your best handwriting that pleased your hamster brain with its small, simple strokes. It was your main method of staying organized, giving you a strong sense of accomplishment every time you could cross an item off with your red pen. Normally when you make a new list for the month you could get through it within the week. You were no stranger to adding to it, of course, but this month had hit you with so many deadlines and activities that you felt like you were barely holding on by a thread these days. There was something about the way Takashi’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked over the remaining items on your neatly made paper that compelled you to rip the single headphone from your ear and toss it to the table in front of you in frustration.

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes. 

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

Failing. That was the word that stood out to you more than anything else. You couldn’t finish your list on time, not for lack of trying, and the crushing feeling of disappointment and failure was burning through your lungs. Scraping at your throat and preventing you from speaking the words that you wanted to say. Stopping you from asking for the help you desperately needed.

You took out the other headphone from your ear and tossed it on the desk before standing up from your chair, you didn’t look at where he was still crouched next to you. Eyes pinned on the door instead. “Let’s just go to bed and I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

The quiet rustling of his sweatpants when he stood up was the only indication you got of his movement. “Do you need help?” There was a lump in your throat, choking you, keeping you from replying. So, you shook your head, your pride too strong to give the answer you wanted anyways. “Do you want my help?”

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Takashi’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. Still, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t need to look to know that he was looking at you with concern. His soft lips parted slightly, ready to speak even when he didn’t know yet what to say. Sleep was probably the last thing on his mind right now, pushed away by the concern he felt for you and your mental health. His thoughts racing around and around, trying to figure out how to best help you.

Help.

“You know you don’t have to do this alone, beautiful.” You were pulled back towards him, turning on your heel so you didn’t fall, but you still stumbled into him. Chest to chest with him with the tips of your ears burning from embarrassment. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

Stubbornly you shook your head again. Takashi only brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek with such care. As if he were handling a porcelain doll with hairline cracks hidden just under the surface.

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned down to slot his mouth against yours. Your responding hum was immediate from the action. Eyes fluttering shut while his lips molded with yours, moving in sync and parting with the slightest push of his tongue against them. It was futile to attempt any form of dominance with this man, but you were stubborn to a fault, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give him some form of pushback. It was one of the many things he loved about you, after all. Your tongue battled his for dominance, only needing the pressure of his hand that had held your wrist to make its way behind you push against the small of your back with just enough pressure to have you arching into him.

Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours, it seemed. Just you and him in the middle of your office space that was once drowned out by the dark clouds of your anxiety and fear. Now filled with the familiar warmth and peace that seemed to always follow him. Filling your mind with a distracting haze, the smell of his deodorant and shampoo overwhelmed your senses. He pulled back from you, eyes locked on the string of saliva that still connected you two until you swiped your tongue along your bottom lip to disconnect it.

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

A smile tugged on the corner of your lips, but you didn’t argue this time. This time when he pulled away, he didn’t go far. Forehead pressed to yours with his eyes still closed. The comfort of his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It was something you simultaneously knew you could never live without yet didn’t realize it was exactly what you needed right now. Lethargy crashed into you immediately when he loosened his hold on you. The clock was usually striking 5 AM when you would make your way to bed to then wake up an hour later. This time there was no fight left in you as he led you to the bedroom, helping you out of your jeans while pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Tongue darting out to lick over the spots he would nip at to soothe the sharp sting from his teeth. Your breathing became shallow the lower he got, kicking off your pants where they pooled at your ankles. This desire that made your stomach curl only grew the lower he traveled. The calloused pads of his fingers graze up the sides of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

You tried to stifle a yawn, but he still caught it, opting to not say anything, but still shooting you a knowing smirk before climbing into bed. For a moment it felt like all you could do was stare in shock at him, lying comfortably in bed with an arm behind his head. He was waiting for you, and that knowledge was enough to have you crawling into the comfort of your shared bed with him. He only hummed in acknowledgment, pulling the covers over you both before comfortably pulling you into his arms, head resting on top of yours.

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

After a few minutes of silence, Mitsuya shifted his head down to kiss your cheek. Nudging your chin with his index finger to make you look up and catch his lips with yours in slow, lazy kisses. Soft sighs and sleepy giggles between kisses; whispered “I love you”s that were never spoken aloud but portrayed through subtle actions. An arm around your waist to keep you against him. The two of you sharing the same small smile with each other before settling yourselves back to let sleep take you under.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

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[scrunkore]

Scrunkore Media "Thread" 2023: Part 6

the scrunko core has burned out, rebooting

63) Cassette Beasts (PC, 2023)

This is a really cool monster tamer RPG, it came up with a really fun type interaction system and there are are excellent designs in it especially with the eldritch-style bosses, that's super fun. Big fan of the setting and its unique vibe too, if you've played the game you'll know what I mean about that. Great indie I enjoyed my time with, though the romance feels tacked on and I thought the ending was just Fine. [4★]

64) Doctor Who, Series 6-10 (TV, 2011-2017)

Moffat's entire tenure with the greatest TV show in Britain, knocked out within the year, and honestly I think it was quite good. Plenty of flaws, like his messy ambitions, how weird he is about women sometimes, and how some episodes just genuinely fucking suck, but you get that with every era of the show really. The highs are damn high, especially with Capaldi's Doctor in episodes like Heaven Sent and The Doctor Falls, and I think that's enough to outweigh the bad. And I feel like series 10 in particular is often overlooked more than it should be, pretty strong one that is. No rating, but I love Doctor Who when it's good.

65) Mad Rat Dead (Switch, 2020)

MAD RAT MONDAY!!!! I played this game because of the soundtrack, which totally bangs and of course you need that in a rhythm game like this one. Fun one it is too, it has options to make it less challenging and the story is unexpectedly pretty cool. I'm not very good at it, but I beat it and I had a fun time doing so. Rats rule. [4★]

66) Doctor Who: The Lonely Assassins (Switch, 2021)

This is apparently the only good Doctor Who game still officially playable, and yeah, I can see it. Immersing yourself in a mystery contained within a smartphone featuring an iconic monster and fun appearances from existing characters is pretty cool, though it can be kinda janky and there's not that much to it in the end. Certainly an alright experience though. [3★]

67) F-Zero 99 (Switch, 2023)

My only experience with F-Zero so far, the surprise announcement that jumpscared fans of the series before turning out to be a battle royale type game that's actually... kinda good? Chaotic fun with decently engaging gameplay, it's something you pick up and play for a bit before doing something else but don't play for hours once the honeymoon phase wears off. Sure helps add something to NSO, sure hope it doesn't get taken down in a year. [3.5★]

68) Sonic Superstars (PC, 2023)

A good new Sonic game! From Sonic Team! The series really has been popping off lately, and though some people complained about this one, I genuinely think it stands at least close to the classic titles it's following up from. Levels are fun and creative with the only real bullshit being in the optional postgame (which does kind of suck if you're not good), and though the soundtrack has plenty of duds it's still pretty decent overall. Cool cast of playable characters too, and it's great seeing Fang come back, with the new character Trip also being a fun addition. I don't think this is peak Sonic, but for me it was a good time that I enjoyed for the most part. [4★]

69) Super Mario Bros. Wonder (Switch, 2023)

Oh 2D Mario is so fucking back, this takes the formula that the "New" series was running with and gives it a super aggressive shake-up and an injection of creativity that it really needed. It has a really nice visual look, actually cool level design that is great to run through, fun powers, and a large roster of playable characters including Daisy finally. Not to mention it sounds good, the music is a great important part of it and the talking flowers in every level are honestly just fun. One of the best platformers on Switch right now, I like it more than Odyssey honestly. [5★]

70) Shaun the Sheep: Farmageddon (Movie, 2019)

Bit of a silly watch this was, but in all honesty I'll always be a fan of Aardman's work and this is a pretty fun movie that all ages can enjoy whether they like Shaun the Sheep or not. It's animated as well as you'd expect, does some cute stuff, and honestly I kinda like the music in it too. Just a funny little adventure with that silly sheep and his weird cute alien friend. [3.5★]

71) Suika Game (Switch, 2023)

Suika Game.

72) Mario Kart 8 Deluxe: Booster Course Pass (Switch DLC, 2022-2023)

Dropping a two-year DLC that doubles the track list and adds a bunch of new characters and balance updates to a Mario Kart game we thought was over was a fucking wild thing to do, but Nintendo did it and honestly it worked out quite well. Sure, it's clearly all Tour ports and a lot of them don't look too hot, but for the sheer quantity of it I don't think I can complain too much. They even chose pretty good tracks for the most part, with only a few favourites being left out that I can only assume will be remade in the next game and therefore end up better than ever. I think the game is actually done now, and I think it's probably the best Mario Kart at this point. Not bad at all. [4★]

73) PLUTO (Anime, 2023)

An anime that took ages to get made, and it shows all the polish that much time of production should have you expect (perhaps too much polish with all those unnecessary digital effects). It's a pretty complete adaptation of a much-praised manga about war, robots and consciousness, some strong science fiction with quite good writing based on an old arc from Tezuka's Astro Boy manga. It's pretty tragic how things turn out for most of the characters, but it's so good how it goes about things, and I think it was worth the wait. One of the best Netflix-distributed anime, I'd say. [4.5★]

74) Super Mario RPG (Switch, 2023)

Geno fans have not shut up for years, so how does his game hold up now that it's been polished up into HD? Not bad, honestly. It's a solid RPG experience with simple yet engaging battle gameplay that laid the foundations for other Mario RPG titles to come, and now it's all shiny and stuff. It's a fun journey through a whimsical Mario setting with the quirks you'd come to expect, apparently a pretty faithful remake with only a few new additions and script edits that it sort of needed. I don't think this game is really that special in 2023, but I liked it plenty. Funny that Geno is barely a character though. [4★]

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(NEW INTRO BTW CAUSE THE OTHER ONE IS OUTDATED)

New Persona

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

CREDITS TO @partynoobvanii [aka my silly boyfriend] OR MAKING MY PERSONA REFERENCE SHEET AND THE WIKI!!! ^_^

Art Profilo so far (I just started studying the FNF style, sorry if it bad)

Flags/Sexuality

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

Pronouns - They/Them

Favorite Color : Blue and Pink ✦

Favorite Music Artists/Songs

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Insane Clown Posse, Odetari, Any FNF artist, Tally Hall, Will Wood, Ghost and Pals, Foodieti.

Songs - Fang, Succ, Nom from the FNF B3 Mod. LET ME SEE YOU MOVE! by Lumi Athena, Two Wuv from Tally Hall, 2econd 2ight 2eer by Will Wood!!

Interests

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

SPLATOON!!? AHHHHHH OH MY GAWDDDD I LOVE THIS GAME AND SHIVER......

SMG4 and Spongebob Parodies -

I do like SMG4 but i really like FNF Spongebob parodies more! It's really creative with their boyfriend designs!

PHIGHTING! (A game on roblox) -

PHIGHTING!!! i honestly love this cause it's really similar to splatoon and tf2 in a way! I wish i could've found out about it sooner, I honestly wish i wasn't so late, I already was late to the lastest Phestival....

DHMIS -

I honestly liked DHMIS, it was pretty cool since i really like horror movies or anything horror related or fictional. ^_^

Other interests (Couldn't add the photos cause of the limit :<)

FNF B3 Mod

FNF Arrowfunk Mod

Fionna and Cake

Inanimate Insanity

Bugbo

That's it for me! I hope you enjoyed this new intro! 🌙

[stardragongalaxy]

Title: Melody of Red

Pairings: Yunho X San (Platonic)

Word count: 404

Au: Vampire

Warnings: Blood, character death (?), let me know if I missed anything

Rating: 17+

Author's note: This one was inspired both by the picture of Yunho and a slight dream. I thought about a second part, but it's up in the air. Do let me know if you'd like a second part.

Take in mind that I only post on Tumblr. I do not my works plagiarized, reposted, or translated. Thank you and let me know if they are.

Disclaimer: No idols are true representations in the fic.

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Dancing to the beautiful music playing at the party, Yunho kept a rhythm to each of his partners. One in particular that he was close with in friendship to be his next,  coming into his line of sight in good spirits. His partner bowing with a dimpled smile.

“You know you don’t have to do that San” Yunho whispered when San stepped closer causing the younger to snicker at his elder. “Hyung, it is in formalities of respect of the dancing partner” San spoke teasing him causing Yunho to smile with a gentle laugh returning the bow.  

“Looks like the music is about to begin” Yunho spoke gently taking San wrist in his hand leading the way to the floor where others begun. Choosing a spot, Yunho and San got into their respective positions. The music started soft and sweet letting San lead. Yunho following suit even when the music picked up on tempo. Being reeled into the flow San created, Yunho was entranced. Being dipped back, Yunho closed his eyes letting his hand flow up above his face, embracing the moment with his friend’s guidance.

 

San smirked, lulling the elder was easy, but getting this close took time that he was willing to wait for. Eyes flashing red, licking his now revealed fangs. Moving swiftly, San  bites harshly into the elders neck with ease causing Yunho to gasp pulling him out of his previous state of mind. Struggling, Yunho tried to fight back only to be held down onto the ground while San fed with a animalistic growl and claws digging into flesh. Even trying to cry out, only to met with a silence scream.

 

Weakening in every second his life-force was drained, he continued to fight to hold on. San pulled away after being satisfied licking his neck wounds with a happy hum and a darkened chuckle sitting up. Looking at Yunho in the eyes while moving one hand to his chest feeling the raise and fall of breathing.

 

“Thank you for the contribution, but this is far from done, hyung. You’ll get rewarded” San speaks with darkened pride, reaching his free hand out, caressing the elder’s cheek tenderly. Yunho shivers at the contact, feeling his heart slow. “Rest now. You need it” San whispers with a soft hum, but a devilish smirk coated in red. Yunho shakes in fear, tears pricking his eyes as they slowly close, meeting the darkness.

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[vencmverse]

⊹⟆..★༄ Venom Verse

Venom Verse (독액 절), more commonly known as Venom (독액) are a fictional k-pop girl group, debuting in 2019 with their single “Spit Venom” later coming back the same year with “Snake” a mini-album with a title track of the same name. The group consists of five members, each girl carefully selected from their label Purple Blood Music’s female trainees. The group didn’t find a huge amount of fame until their comeback “Dilemma” in 2021, which brought a larger fandom and new opportunities. Venom as of 2022 have nine releases, albums and singles, a large fan base, several award show nominations and more.

⊹⟆..★༄ VENOM VERSE!

⊹⟆..★༄ info . . .

group name: Venom

label: Purple Blood Music

debut song: Spit Venom

debut album: Spit Venom

debut date: May 15, 2019

concept: dark, girl crush, edgy, versatile

members: Mun “Josie” Eunjoo, Victoria Park, Won Hayoon, Huh “Karma” Seohyun, Baek Mijoo

fandom name: poison

official colors: #A295C1, #000000, #5B1F11

⊹⟆..★༄ discography . . .

Spit Venom ( single, 2019 )

Snake ( mini-album, 2019 )

Fangs Out ( album, 2020 )

Planet Venom ( extended play, 2020 )

Dilemma ( mini-album, 2021 )

Wonderland ( single, 2021 )

Venom: Reborn ( album, 2022 )

We Them Girls ( extended play, 2022 )

[hoelex0513love]

★Alice misA--White castle table

November 11, the novel platform was released

★Notice:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vF35Yaaeajw

★Official website

https://alicemisa.webnode.tw/

HOELEX & Tim Team up to create original Novels from Taiwan

Chapter 5 ,Cutlery Black Forest

★Part 2. Beasts in the Black Forest

"That..." Amisa has been surrounded by a group of wolves with walnut bodies. Compared with the lobsters just now, these Walnut Wolfs show white fangs and stare at them.

"What the hell? A prehistoric giant crocodile?" Amisa was frightened by the size of the black crocodile, which was 10 times larger than the real crocodile. It gave out a monster like growl, and then several crocodiles with a length of 5 meters and color close to French bread also floated up to the marsh and swam here.

Woohoo~ Cutlery Black Forest~ Sweet Rainy Season~ Foggy~

Woohoo~ Naughty and Cute~ Cream lobster~ Corn Bird~

Woohoo~ Grass-fed Missing~ Praise Sheep~Croissant Cattle~

Oh Woo~ Beast Hunger Butternut~ Walnut Wolfs~Baguette Crocodile~

Oh Woo~ I am the best guide in the forest~

Original: Hoelex

Illustrator: Hoelex

screenwriter: Tim

Music: Tim

Penana

https://www.penana.com/story/105352/alice-misa-white-castle-table?fbclid=IwAR2g64HuBLdBN74gttnMH2XsHjvsLqa1Be9wVbWOlkAzuwsHBpM-duvCHgw

fictionpress

https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3363887/1/Alice-misA-White-castle-table?fbclid=IwAR2NIXtBLo0d0mAz8TMmlVOemK87DIQoDAC-YRu8ZHtxJCB5n0US892Lj-Q

wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/story/316419171-alice-misa-%E7%99%BD%E8%89%B2%E5%9F%8E%E5%A0%A1%E6%A1%8C?fbclid=IwAR2NIXtBLo0d0mAz8TMmlVOemK87DIQoDAC-YRu8ZHtxJCB5n0US892Lj-Q

Royal Road

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/56552/alice-misa--white-castle-table?fbclid=IwAR07b_KPrYBQlBWyDVeZtUPhKcxOlDjIkQfC727vkinsktQQrQguwi65o6c

Web Novel

https://www.webnovel.com/book/alice-misa--white-castle-table_23782016905134105?fbclid=IwAR3sKdr3gVqK9e6tGgQsLvnvWYO71XIOLHv2QDkm0drPAAD0ZCcA8LkGwvM

#愛米莎

#AmisA

#アミサ

#AlicemisA

#心夢幻鏡

#心夢品牌

#Hoelex

#浩理斯

#品牌藝術家

#BrandArtist

#artvsartist

#illustrator

#painter

#餐桌白城市

#Penana

#小說

[vencmverse]

VENOM VERSE TAG DUMP!

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