#anyway once the source of stress is over tomorrow

[cobaltfluff]

he had a bad week (encountered a minor inconvenience)

[licorice-tea]

You Feel Right; Stay A Sec

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: pining, yearning, wanting, and needing <3 no smut just fluff! kissing and smooching, just one mention of “going further”! reader is a heart pirate and likes reading :)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: it’s been a while since i wrote something for my man (Law <3) so i had fun with this😇☝️inspired by lyrics from the song “Hostage” by billie eilish… i love writing based on songs, it’s probably bc i have music playing 24/7 in either my headphones or on a speaker, and i just love music! so it’s easy to get inspo or create scenarios while listening to it, yk? anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

I wanna be alone

Danger around every corner, piles of work, tasks demanding his attention, and crew members in need of their captain’s opinion are all sources of constant stress for one Trafalgar Law. It’s not that he doesn’t love being a surgeon; it’s his passion, nor his crew; they’re the closest thing he has to a family now. It's just that his battery in all aspects- social, mental, physical- is constantly drained.

The only things keeping him going are steaming cups of black coffee and the rare moments of quiet before he passes out on top of his comforter. And, no matter what form the momentarily relief from life takes, it most always comes when Law is alone. He prefers it that way, anyway.

Alone with you, does that make sense?

He prefers being alone, really. Which is why nothing about you makes sense. Right off the bat, Law has felt differently around you than others. He made an effort not to show that difference in opinion no matter how strong it came to be at times.

Times like now, where sleep eludes Law despite how damn tired he is. For whatever reason, all he wants is to hold something- no, someone… you. Law wants to hold you. Or maybe you could hold him, who cares about the specifics?

Law flips on his stomach and groans into his pillow. This is new territory. He’s never wanted someone the way he wants you. A partner to hold close on nights like these, or to simply be alone with.

I wanna steal your soul

He has considered, on multiple occasions, telling you how he feels. But Law would never actually do such a thing. It would be a complicated and messy affair, surely, thanks to your positions. (His as your captain and yours as his subordinate.) And he wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to accept his confession, either.

Still… he wishes you were his, in every way a person could give themself to another.

And hide you in my treasure chest

At least you’re on his crew. You’re always nearby, should he need you, which he often does. Sometimes, Law likes to call you into his office for a made up reason. “Y/n-ya,” he’d say, “give me a rundown on tomorrow’s conditions at sea.” Though you’re not the navigator of the ship, you still know plenty about seafaring, so you’d comply. Then he’d find some other trivial matter to discuss, or offer you a new book so you could later exchange thoughts on it. Just something- anything to keep you around as long as possible. It’s so much more peaceful with you.

I don't know what to do

But how to make your role in his life a more permanent one? Law hasn’t a clue. Tonight, like many others, you sit on a couch in Law’s office. Neither of you speak, but the atmosphere is calm and comfortable.

Or it should be. Law discreetly looks your way every few minutes, then every few seconds. His eyes follow the way yours scan side to side over a page of your book. From the lines of your jaw and neck, to stray hairs falling over the curve of your cheek.

The usually undetectable tension seems to be coming to a point tonight, and Law doesn’t know how to resolve it. But he wants to, almost as much as he wants you.

So, for once in his life, he moves without much planning. Law rises from his desk and crosses the room to sit beside you. He (stiffly) puts his arm around the back of the couch. Naturally, you give him a perplexed look- it’s not like Law to suddenly reach out like this, physically or otherwise.

“Good book?”

“Yeah, thanks for recommending it.”

“For sure.”

“…Is that all?”

He nods, then pulls his hat lower over his eyes. Silently, he makes a plan to abort this failed mission.

Luckily, you stop him and take the initiative.

To do with your kiss on my neck

Law lifts his arm back off the couch and over you. But, you gently grab his wrist before he can go any farther. “Law, is there… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Again, he simply nods. A moment of silently staring into each other’s eyes passes, and he leans forwards extremely hesitantly. Your hand moves from his wrist and tentatively rests on his shoulder. Still, Law doesn’t break eye contact (for once in his life), continuing to lean forward at a painfully slow pace. So you allow your hand to travel up to the side of his neck.

“You can kiss me.”

He nods again slightly, “I know. I- I will.”

I don't know what feels true

At long last, Law places a featherlight kiss on the corner of your lips. It’s an unsure, awkward action, but welcome nonetheless. His lips linger on yours, not quite aligned for a moment. Despite your breath being held, you allow your eyes to close and savor the feeling. You want more than this chaste kiss from him, of course, but you’d take your time with it. Law isn’t the kind of man you’d want to have a touch and go experience with. No, he’s the kind the one that you want to savor. The one that you want to take your relationship slow and steady with as he wants, and as a result get to spend even longer in his company.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but smile. Law’s parted lips close into the gentle curve of a smile as well, his usual smirk appearing much more bashful. The two of you lean back into each other. Your noses are nudged and warm breaths mingle before your lips can meet again.

But this feels right, so stay a sec

Law realizes he’s never done this before; kissing. But now, he’s hooked. He still doesn’t really know if he’s doing it correctly; if you’re enjoying the experience as much as he is, but it feels good. Therefore, he must be doing something right. Plus you only pull away from him to take breaths before immediately returning your lips to where they belong (on his), which confirms his hopes.

What started as a sweet and slow kiss ends up becoming a much hotter make out session. Months of pent up attraction and feelings for each other spill over, out of your mouth into his (and vice versa.) He’s the first to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and get you to open up, and proceeds to groan into your mouth in a way that’s surprisingly communicative of how strongly he feels. It gets to the point where, besides your hands roaming over each others backs, you feel that your saliva must also be permanently entangled.

But all good things must come to an end. You pull back completely so that you and Law are properly facing each other, rather than within kissing range. “Law, I… We should talk about this. Before we go any farther.”

His face heats up at the implication; he hadn’t even thought that far ahead, too lost in your sweet taste, warm skin, and soft lips to do so. He nods and just murmurs, “Okay, let’s just keep doing this.”

You agree and kiss him without another word.

Yeah, you feel right, so stay a sec

When you do both finally wind down, and are left as nothing but half-sleep puddles in each other’s arms, Law murmurs something unintelligible into your hair.

Silence passes, though you can practically hear the gears in Law’s head turning. Finally, he speaks his mind. “Don’t go.”

A smile graces your features. How pleasantly surprising it is to have your captain- possibly the most closed off man you’d ever known- asking for you to stay. Of course, you hum in negation. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

His arms seem to tighten around you- though whether it’s reflexively or to keep you close, you’re unsure. “Good.” Then, Law murmurs something unintelligible against you.

“Hm?” He can feel the vibration on your lips against the side of his face more than he can hear it. That’s how closely you’re pressed into him.

Law clears his throat. “You feel right.”

“So do you.”

[ssruis]

Rui gets catified ohe au still in my head I like the idea of him being a guy who imbues stuff with magic and combines magic + engineering to create some truly whimsical things while tsukasa’s thing is imbuing his food with rpg type buffs/healing for adventurers (today’s special is a stir fry that improves your running speed). Both because I like the idea and also because I think in any au they need to have a shared interest to obsess over.

I think if I did write it it would be like… chapters of tsukasa and this Fucking Cat with interludes about how rks met and grew closer

In my beautiful mind palace

> the source of magic is fragments of feelings or whatever the hell they’re called. I’ve played this game for a year I should know this. wish pieces? Whatever. Those are the source of magic and people often go on expeditions to find them, which can be dangerous because there’s classic rpg type enemies out and about. Tsukasa tenma voice I don’t go out on expeditions because my job of helping people prepare for expeditions is too important (he went into the forest once and got attacked by a big bug like the ones in the Stardew valley mines and he classifies that moment as his greatest trauma)

> rui keeps to himself because people think that he does human experiments with the crazy wish piece harnessing gear he makes (incorrect he always tests it on himself) & they are scared of his silly little robots because giving life to the artificial bad (they’re not alive he just puts his will into them and that’s what they’re programmed to follow)

> nene brings rui to the cafe after she accompanies him on some sort of expedition & she’s like the owner is kind of a pain but the food is really good. She also wants to see emu (who likes hanging around tsukasa’s restaurant in her free time and annoying him/helping him with orders and waitressing/talking to saki) but she will not admit that

> before rui meets tsukasa saki has already left to travel with Leo/need. just for a bit. but tsukasa knows she’s definitely going to go on longer and longer trips and he is being so normal about this. No emu he’s not stress baking those 50 immaculately decorated cupcakes are for customers. Even though the restaurant is closed tomorrow. Ok fine you can take a bunch of them.

> rui thinks tsukasa is an interesting critter & tsukasa thinks he’s a weird guy who won’t touch vegetables but any friend of saki’s is a friend of his (he’s really stretching his logic. Emu is a friend of saki’s -> nene is friends with emu so she is by association a friend of saki’s -> rui is friends with nene who is friends with emu so he is also included in this). Tsukasa also forgets Rui’s name after this meeting it’s not his fault he sees so many people every day.

> rui eventually comes back for more food with nene because he is a lazy ass who hates cooking and also the food is just good. It’s during the mid day close to prepare for dinner rush but emu lets them in anyways. tsukasa is throwing a fit because the wish piece fueled oven is not working.

> while tsukasa is distracted by emu bugging him and nene making fun of him rui lets himself into the kitchen because he heard the siren’s song of a fun enriching task (fixing something and helping someone)

> tsukasa finds him and is like wtf get out (concerned for rui’s safety) & rui is like I fixed your oven and also your fridge and the freezer seems like it’s about to start malfunctioning you should get that fixed. (Post enrichment clarity) oh sorry I should have asked first.

> tsukasa is very enthused by rui’s knowledge and thinks it’s super cool & offers him a week of meals on the house for fixing it & they talk about the magic system for a while before he goes home

> rui takes him up on this offer. yay free food. He also offers to fix/improve tsukasa’s kitchen whenever needed for more free food and tsukasa is like yes of course i would be forever in your debt and rui is like ok great let’s make the oven reach up to 3000 degrees (has already started fucking with him)

> they grow closer over time & rui becomes a regular who visits by himself on a near daily basis (when he’s not busy)

> specific memory section of tsukasa bringing rui food and visiting him because he hadn’t seen rui in two weeks and was concerned. Which was fair Rui was locked in on a project. He gets to see all of Rui’s whimsical inventions. “Can you at least eat one vegetable I was chased by all sorts of unpleasant beasts on the way here (normal ass bugs)”

> specific memory of them going out on the town to buy ingredients and tsukasa nudging rui into socializing with people which in the long run dispels a lot of the “scary guy who lives in a house in the woods and does scary things there” rumors

> another specific memory of rui going into tsukasa’s kitchen while tsukasa is busy closing the restaurant & seeing ramune candy and being like yum don’t mind if i do & then tsukasa finds him and is like how many did u eat… bc they were specifically made to help with rui’s insomnia and mask the taste of sleep medicines/herbs (that rui refuses to take because they are green and leafy and therefore vegetable). Tsukasa has to drag rui up to his living space above the kitchen before he passes out so he can sleep it off which brings them into a new stage of their relationship: rui crashing at Tsukasa’s place when he’s too lazy to walk back home. He starts bringing work stuff with him & tsukasa only puts up a token complaint because ever since saki left he has been a little lonely.

> overall theme of “if you feed a stray cat it will not leave.” Sorry tsukasa you fed this man & now you’re stuck with him. Also the more boring theme of coping with people leaving (tsukasa) and actually interacting with people and becoming a part of the community (rui). Rui just kinda moves in after he gets un catted.

> I think emu should be a beast tamer type of character. Maybe Mr mascot is some huge scary beast she tamed & the otoris run a merchant guild that also transports people in and out of the wilderness.

> nene makes potions with wish pieces that can give you a quicker and more specific buff/heal on the go than what tsukasa’s food does but they met through this and have bonded over sharing methods and stuff. The food buffs are longer lasting than nene’s potions. but nene has potions that will allow you to get the buff you need for any situation exactly when you need it and they’re more concentrated. Think sdv meal that increases speed vs a coffee.

> ^ tsukasa could make more specific buffs for food but 1) there are so many and he is NOT keeping the ingredients for all of that on hand all the time 2) he likes variety and trying new things so if you go to him for a buff you’ve just gotta take what’s on the day’s menu.

> rui and nene have known each other for a long time and he frequently makes stuff to help her potion making + will accompany her on expeditions to get more wish pieces. She has to lead with that because if she says she’s gathering herbs he will refuse. Yes he will help her with her personal herb garden no he does not want to touch them once they’ve left the ground because he has chosen the anti vegetable hill to die on and die on it he will.

> emu met nene when accompanying her on a more dangerous expedition & frequents nene’s shop a lot for both the potions and to see her

> emu met tsukasa because he buys rare ingredients from her and she thought he was a funny little guy and now she is seemingly hellbent on eating him out of house and home. House and restaurant? Emu you can’t have a fifth helping of soup I have other customers. Ok fine just a little. Oh you’re hungry because of a long expedition ok you can have a sixth helping too.

> meiko is there she’s a merchant of sorts

> touya works at the library. This is relevant only because tsukasa doesn’t know shit about owning a cat and needed help.

> I want to throw an in there… maybe she’s at the library when tsukasa goes there in the story. Just because.

[taromilksnake]

6:11am

had a conversation with anthony last night, and we both started thinking there’s no alternative but to breaking up, since we’ve both been feeling like we’re struggling and fighting hard for the relationship with no return, just being miserable. what changed for me was realizing that, and realizing i was falling into an old pattern of trying to have the relationship be my source of happiness, of it being a reprieve from the other stressors in my life. i don’t think we’re there yet, at least not right now, and that’s ok. i still want to be with anthony, and he wants to be with me too. so i’ll pull back some and go back to basics, as though we were dating during earlier times, and focus on other things that make me happy, other sources of joy. it still feels scary to “lose” him during this time of stress, but i think realizing and remembering that i am capable will heal the sense of tension we’ve been feeling together. he said more or less the same in his text, that he wants to focus on himself too. there’s something spooky, and bittersweet about it. i’m anticipating possibly some “withdrawal.” the thought of not seeing him this weekend makes me sad. i miss him, but i remembered i don’t want to operate from a place of fear. i gotta find my way to find joy without him, in times of stress. i forget when julia and sherry are back, and talking to gavriela and mom are options too. i can take myself out on dates on the weekends, i can do my chores, i can visit the garden or mesa rim or other alternatives like pottery glazing or the swap meet. i think i have been feeling lonely, but i can invite people to hang out over the weekends and weekdays, like sherry, or julia, or jessie, autumn, german. i can spend time with cassandra and alex and rebecca like we’ve been saying to do. i’ve been experiencing art block, so that’s out, but that’s ok. i can visit the beach, i can take myself to blacks beach tomorrow if i want. truth is, i’m scared of being alone. i remember not knowing if i can live by myself, and i both enjoy it and want to live with someone, that someone being anthony, plainly speaking. this kind of solitude is kind of fun, journaling my thoughts, cuddling with meowu. i’m glad i took yesterday off, and i’m glad it’s friday. there’s 3 weeks left of the school year, after which is at goodbye to this school, and who knows what is next. i keep looking to the summer as a reprieve, but i can anticipate a lot of grief, uncertainty, probably lots of self-doubt. i’m scared of what it would do to my relationship with anthony, but i would want to be able to handle it independent of him (not that i have to, but i want to be able to, anyway). which is not to say i’ll lone-wolf it, but i can find other avenues of support. therapy starts back up this monday, though i wonder how my health care will be impacted when i’m no longer working with the school. one thing at a time, one moment at a time.

i’m still scared of the future, though a lot less now, especially compared to my adolescence. considering what i might do once this job is over, i can relate a little to what anthony must be feeling, the looming threat of job insecurity. i wonder if he and bern really will move out and live separately. there’s still so much that i want to do with him, like meet tyven, play magic with autumn and german, play escape rooms, travel and visit taiwan. suddenly, i’m very impressed with sherry and mikey, and envious too. the comfort of being each others landing space or at least of easy cohabitation, of being able to travel together, of being able to supplement each others needs like with the sound system, or sherry helping mikey with his hw… every relationship will look different, but it’s hard not to compare. i think comparing and to some extent thinking too hard about the future poisons the present, and spoils the fun. every moment is the most important moment, because it is the only thing that exists, then is gone. i wonder if being in this moment, thinking of anthony, counts as time spent with him? i think in a sense that is true, or i want it to be true. in this moment, i am thinking of him, i am contemplating loving him. i’d like to think he’s thinking of me too, maybe not this exact moment. i’m still lonely, i’m still more than a little anxious and sad about what comes next, but i think i’ll be alright.

[nathank77]

6/15/24

4:11 a.m Edited/Added to 4:25 a.m

I just got out of the shower. I shaved my face and head, it was giving me anxiety bc I'm going to my dad's Sunday no matter what I do and I had to do it tonight or tomorrow night so I looked okay when I went there...

I still got to figure out if I'm going to the car wash tomorrow or Sunday or putting it off for another week or two.... I don't want to, my decade with beauty is the 21st and I want her to be in tip top shape but it's a source of stress.

I'd like to game tomorrow all day and do the car wash Sunday before Dads. I'd like to count my sleeping pill very soon before bed and get another to last me until Monday but it's already 4 a.m and it's stressful but I cannot imagine, going to my dad's house and counting my sleeping pill after and showering... or counting/setting up my sleeping pill before going to my dad's and driving there. Car wash completely forgotten about. It's just a lot. Idk if I'll do it tonight or tomorrow but I cannot fathom doing it Sunday and I will inevitably shower after my father's bc the kids will be all over me and I'll feel dirty.

I wish my mother wasn't an addict so I could just leave them out and take it when I needed them and I didn't have to count them...

I didn't want to shower today, I wanted to shower tomorrow so I was super clean for dad's house. I prob will have to shower tomorrow... and set up my sleeping pill especially if I keep writing... which will ultimately ruin my game day the sleeping pill set up is extremely stressful. A huge ocd ritual and I have to do it for Monday...

I feel like after last night the hallucinations I detailed in the videos... that taking the smaller half is setting myself up for a bad night and I've had a very hard time falling asleep compared to other nights. Maybe I'll slowly go hyper... maybe I'm just stressed.. idk. It's just harder to fall asleep and I don't need scream hallucinations or hearing the voice repeat my thought in my head. Especially that one. That one makes me want to fucking end it all no regrets. I'm not leaving much behind and I cannot cope with that.

I still don't know what to do about the car wash/a potential game day... if I go to the car wash Saturday it is not a game day. I'll shower when I get home and watch TV all night..

If I don't go to the car wash and either go Sunday before dad's (I'll feel like an asshole especially since I can't afford a card for him) or I don't go to the car wash until another week bc it's pointless to do it Tuesday with the next weekends forecast (also Tuesday is a planned game day and I'm going to take it).

I could chose to stay home Saturday and skip showering and just do the sleeping pill and then just throw on deodorant and body spray before dad's on Sunday. It's not a bad plan. However the sleeping pill is a real day ruiner..

Anyways instead of writing about it I guess I'm going to smoke a cigarette and then decide if I'm doing it tomorrow and think about if I'm doing the car wash tomorrow or Sunday.

Idk but at least I shaved my face and head and got that out of the way. It was really stressing me out. To wait until Tuesday to game feels like wayyy too long tbh.

So yea idk. I decided I'll proceed on the Walmart purchase but not yet, I'll put off the gym bc the attic is super close to being complete and I love what I did with the closet and I love knowing where my stuff is. The project is like 2/4th of the way done. I don't want to stop now..it'll take me a month or so since I can't afford a lot of storage bins and I deserve the new blanket and the spare queen pillow top mattress cover. It acts as a spare sheet if I spill something. I'm not joking I spill tea on my bed like once a week and sit in a wet spot. I deserve better but yea..

Imma go and I'll update this later.

[growling]

ep 2:

natsume spotted

i feel so bad for ranpo rn......... he's so stressed over always knowing more than anyone else and also not knowing why. the burden of being the most correct person in the room. also you're 14

can i hug him. then pat his 99999 IQ head

"there's something everyone else gets that I don't. i don't get it. i'm scared. it's like the world is filled with monsters, monsters that only I don't understand. im all alone, living in a world of monsters" ranpo has found a loophole to my allegedly low empathy low sympathy brain chat i am in pain someone stop him :(((((....... and then pat his superior head and lick the tears off his cheeks

is this an allegory. for a. something.... in particular........ maybe................ im not gonna say it but like............. yknowwwwwww....................................

now wait until fukuzawa finds out ranpo actually doesn't have any ability he's just that powerful. he'll go into shock he'll have to recover for multiple years

ooooooh wait is he pretending to not know?? so he can make ranpo think that he can control it with the glasses and once he takes them off he won't have to think about it or worry so much. is that what you're doing old man......

oh yeah he is :)))))))) sooooo cool of you fukuzawa since it still works even 12 years later in the present. you fixed him

"everyone is stupid except for you. they are losers and they suck. mere children who don't know shit. they are all IDIOTS and you are gods specialest little princess" "oh they are?? but-" "shut the FUCK up let the magic work you're distracting the spell child. source trust me bro" "what the fuck are you talking abou-. oh wait i see it now...." "yes child. they're all clueless babies that have zero brain this is why they can't despise you its because they're too stupid. dw about it babe" "okay <3 yay <3"

well that was a..... very particular method indeed! i think it fixed him though so it's more than fine

ranpo supervillain laughter let's go boyyy your issues have been cured. it's a miracle

oh yeah thats what i was thinking would happen xDDDDDD >w< he's just now telling everyone else they're dumbass babies. it's ok he can do it. it fixed him anyway where is the problem huh

"i see! you're all babies! the world isn't creepy at all! youre all just stupid little idiots! i have to protect all these silly children!" yes so true

he's been fixed. anyway got to the intro which was in the half of the episode so now im going to sleep and restarting tomorrow its kinda late....... tired...... thx ranpo for existing

im back >:3

rain code chapter 2 moment. the guy looked very punchable anyway nothing of value has been lost

oooooh natsume dissapeared. wonder if fukuzawa knows him yet at this point or not, i mean it looked as if both him and mori knew of the catman but i think this is after he bodyguarded him.......

he turned into a cat and just walked out didnt he

"a detective must be armed" armed detective agency youtuber shocked face thumbnail roll credits

i don't think that was a convoluted explanation. so brilliant ranpo i am cheering and clapping and crying

oh my god ranpo. so fucking cool of you you can do whatever you want forever. go get that audience boy. make it cinematic. start cackling like a disney villain. you are superior to everybody else in this building and perhaps the country. maybe even the world..... "i am the deus ex machina, here to solve the case at the very end of this play! basically, im gifted and a brilliant detective"

stop facepalming old man aren't you proud of edogawa the ranpo. aren't you. he's doing fantastically

AND he sat on the throne. 10/10

whats up Natsume

and he's commanding the police. him living his best life starts now. all of his demons have been expelled he's poggers now

ranpo is just too cool for any of us. he's too damn cool for this world look at him just fucking kill it every second on screen

and yeah the blonde guy was sus. he got suspicious amounts of screentime indeed

"not just any detective, the best detective" so true ranpo tell them!!

blonde guy tried to fake his own death huh?

is he gonna make a youtuber apology or kill himself for real this time

no fukuzawa he doesn't have to know. don't tell him yet shshshshshhhh

witnessing the birth of ranpo's massive fucking ego in real time

its no use fukuzawa lmao youve already said he's gifted there is no going back. he's not gonna listen for about 12 more years get used to it. he's gifted now

"if the police are going to suck up to me, now's the time to do it! the ability to solve crimes instantly is a godly power that can threaten the police's jobs. I can't wait to ride in the police car!" I love him. and his little cop simp lmao

ranpo's on that high............ goofy little man........

ooooh the theatre drama's not over yet a guy actually got murdered this time- AND it's a locked room!!! get ranpo over there give him that enrichment

do not tell me ranpo just got in a car with that police officer simp. i do not like the look in that guy's eyes get away from the child. is he trying to like, just get him as far away from the crime as he can so that he won't solve it in time or is this a stranger danger psa

i wonder how ranpo would actually react if he did believe fukuzawa just lied to him these few minutes ago. would he take it well or would he start eating his own organs

anyway 10/10 the hardest episode ever since francis mall adventures

anyway bsd season 4 let's go gamers

ep1:

still waiting for chuuya to get unbooked. notify me immediately once he gets unbooked i can't take thsi

oh hi fukuzawa. put his wrinkles back on ffs

fukuzawa and ranpo flashback episode pretty please??

LET'S GOOOOOOO

oh oda's the assassin?? killer baby

ranpo voice heard my waters are cropped

i do not accept ranpo being the same age/older than oda. i will not accept this. let oda be like. 30+ or whatever

whys ranpo giving me ouma vibes in this outfit

ranpo don't care sunglasses emoji

oh yeah i had the feeling the secretary was the killer from the moment ranpo walked in lmao. now danganronpa execute him

coolest kid you've never met

good for ranpo for getting kicked out of the police after exposing all their shit as a teenager

snitch ranpo we love to see it it's okay if he does it he can do whatever he wants forever he's never been wrong in his life

orphan lore

oh he's 14 now. baby

"well done for today-" "that's it?? you're talking to a 14-year old who lost his parents his job and his future. thats all you got??" yes ranpo go fight for that sympathy points make that old man cry and shake from guilt

he's so sillyyy......... "*2 seconds after walking out the door* help me mister bodyguard i don't have work or a place to stay im going to die" yes ranpo go fight for that house and income pluck that old man out of everything he got (morally correct). i love how it literally works and fukuzawa says yeagh sure every time

with every single minute ranpo is on screen. i swear. with every single damn frame of that guy he gets more and more npd. like. that is a narcissist. you wrote a narcissist and made him the coolest most swag guy in the anime. and that's not even mentioning that guy's massive fucking autism and adhd

is this gonna be like rain code chapter 2 where where-

fukuzawa sweating voice damn that kids a genius and also deeply deeply unnerving why is he so op in the smarts stats what happened in his early childhood to ruin him forever like this

and ranpo's utterly clueless to that too he just thinks everybody else is an idiot or just acting real weird and hiding what they know for some reason.

"ive only just met you so i don't know much but- *lists his entire fucking biography*"

LEAVE THE BOY ALONE YOU KNOCKED HIM OVER FUKUZAWA YOU MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A CRUEL AND WICKED PERSON YOU WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH YOU HAVE NOT AND NEVER WILL CHANGE IN A MEANINGFUL WAY. CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D DO THIS...............

oh ok he apologized. but can he ever truly be forgiven........

the hat :)

new sonboy acquired

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momentum

gravity part two: harry was the smartest person (y/n) knew, she just wished she could be on the same level as him.

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Harry gave (Y/N) his number. She had asked for it.

It had been two days since the interaction outside of Stanfill's room and Harry doesn't think his smile has waned once in that time. While he hadn't heard from her yet—other than a short message just to confirm she had the right contact for him—just the fact she had a way to contact him at all made his heart skip a beat.

He'd had a crush on her from the second she and her friend picked seats right in front of him that first day of syllabus week. When her blonde friend suddenly stopped showing up, Harry readily stole the seat beside her after taking a week to pluck up the courage and take advantage of all the free pep talks Mitch was willing to give him. He never imagined that she would talk to him for more than three seconds, let alone set up study sessions and ask for his number.

Even seeing her today in their physics course held a different air. He typically saw her through a dreamy haze anyway, but something had shifted during that ninety minute lecture. A wall that had been built on the premise that they were nothing more than polite seatmates had been knocked down, leaving a gateway for Harry to peek at her with a rose tinted lens coloring his vision. He was trying not to get too far ahead of himself, especially since there was nothing even set up for the tutoring sessions he offered her, but it was easy to get carried away in the possibilities of what might be if he was given the chance.

All he needed was for her to message him.

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if it isn't too short notice, maybe we could meet up tomorrow morning at the campus library????? if not that's okay I just want to get in as much study time as we can before that exam next week!!

(Y/N) pressed send on her text to Harry, not even having time to tuck it away before it buzzed in her hand.

Harry S. (physics)

thats perfect! I can do 10am if that works for you? I'll save us a table and bring my notes and everything too! Thank you!

A smile spread over her features without permission as she read over his text. Harry was entirely too cute to be fair; he was thanking her for letting him tutor her when it should be the other way around since he was the one actually doing a service. Nonetheless, she was endeared at how excited he was to help her no matter if it were one-on-one sessions or letting her copy off his notes for a lecture or two.

i'll see you then!! thank you!!

Flicking her gaze to the time displayed in the top corner of her phone, (Y/N) already had an excuse at the ready to let her disappear into her room for a couple hours. If she had it right, there should be a stream tonight in a few minutes that was becoming a source of well-needed stress relief for her and she didn't want to miss it. Even if Ny was staying in tonight.

"I think I'm gonna go through some of my physics stuff," she sighed, sitting from the cuddled position she took on the corner of the couch, "I finally have a tutoring session tomorrow and I don't want him to think I'm a complete dumbass."

Ny perked up at the mention of a him. "Is it Harry? The guy who's tutoring you?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "We're going to meet up tomorrow at the library."

She watched as Ny's face fell at the timing of her plans, "Wait, does that mean you're missing Willa's birthday party tomorrow?"

"No," she laughed, "Why would I set up a study session at ten at night? Besides, it's tomorrow morning, so I'll be back with plenty of time to still go to the party."

"Maybe you could invite Harry," her roommate suggested, her shoulders losing the tense they gained now that she knew their weekend plans were still intact, "I've never seen him at any of the Greek parties."

(Y/N) tossed around the idea, "I mean, I can but I'm not sure if they're his scene, honestly. Like, he just texted me saying thank you for letting him tutor me." Her lips moved into a pout as she shared the information, still completely endeared at the fact he was so ready to offer help and share gratitude when someone took it.

"No, did he really?" Ny gaped, sitting up from the curled position she took in their recliner.

"He did," (Y/N) affirmed, feeling every bit the same at Naomi's reaction, "He's too sweet. So, I don't think we've ever seen him at those parties because he just doesn't like to go. And, I also don't think I have the authority to be inviting people to Willa's birthday."

"It's not like she would be mad, especially if you told her what you told me, but I see what you mean. Anyway, just make sure to be home in time to pregame with me and get us in the right Uber this time."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and laughed before heading towards her room. It's not like she could say anything, since she had gotten into the same Uber, no questions asked, despite the way she knew Ny was too drunk to really know what a 2006 Ford Fiesta looked like.

As she dug out her laptop, she couldn't help but feel just a bit... gross knowing what she was going to watch while her roommate was just a wall away. But, call it what you want—stress, the looming idea of 'cuffing season' approaching, or the fact that she was becoming just a bit attached to the ritual of watching his shows—no matter what, (Y/N) was going to take advantage of the reprieve those streams offered. (And, who knows, this might just be her thing for the time being before she reverts back to a less scheduled form of pleasure).

By the time she had her door locked and her duvet fluffed around her, (Y/N) was a few minutes late to the stream. The chat was flooding through with comments just a hair too fast for her to catch anything specific with H's tip meter rising steadily. Sticking in her earbuds (keeping one out on the possibility that Ny needed something), she tuned into the show that was already in progress.

It seemed he had already passed over his intro, humming a low tone as he transitioned to the crux of the show. A burgundy knitted sweater covered his torso, the piece large enough to pile over his body in soft folds with sleeves that extended over the expanse of his hands to emulate paws.

"I've been rough with you these last few times, haven't I?" he drawled, the thick of his voice draping over her body, "I think it's time we slow down—I want to talk to you, baby." A soft sigh of a moan exited his throat, as if it were relieving just to think about taking it slow for today's stream. In the handful of times she'd tuned in, this was the most laid-back set up she'd seen from him. "Jus' a little tired today, but I still want to be with you, darling. Wanna cum with you— that's all I need."

(Y/N) swore her eyes almost fluttered to the back of her head at the sound of his request. If not for the fact she needed to keep an ear out for Naomi, she would have plucked the other headphone into her ear just so she could hear the full vibrato of his voice and the way his tongue lazed over the sensual words. She instead slipped her hand under the waist of her sweats, fingertips brushing over the cotton fabric of her underwear. Her eyes were pinned to the screen with her fingers just barely administering teasing brushes over her panties as H slowly rucked up his sweater and put the tanned muscles of his abdomen on display.

"Start with me, love, touch yourself with me," he beckoned. His sweater stayed folded to the top of his chest, leaving the ink of his tattoos and the buttery bronze of his skin to steal her attention in the lowlights of his set up before he tugged the waist of his own comfy pants to the middle of his thighs. He had forgone boxers for this stream, the usual waistband lacking as his cock bobbed against his bare stomach.

Her performer practically melted into the leather of his seat when his fingers slipped through the trimmed thatch of hair that surrounded his base before he wrapped his fist around the girth in a loose hold. A shuddering sigh racked through his body, the sound filthy enough that she didn't need his regular stream of commentary to know just how good he must have felt with his prick in his hand. More than any of the other streams, this one was entirely intimate with the theatrics of his daddy persona being left behind as he chased his own pleasure.

It was hot.

A slow pass of his fist over his length elicited a long moan to fall from his lips, the sound breathless and stuttering. He shifted in his spot, his head falling back with just the very ends of his deep brown hair falling into frame with his thighs spreading wider apart. He worked his hand lazily over his length, (Y/N) trying to match his motions with small circles around her clit through the fabric of her underwear. She watched through a hooded gaze just as he pulled his hand from his cock, disappearing out of frame. She swore she could have whined had she been alone, already missing the view of his stroking hand until she heard the unmistakable sound of H spitting. A second later, his now slicked hand dropped back into frame beginning to stroke over his length in faster pulls. A deep groan fell from between his lips. The sound reverberated through (Y/N)'s form, a choked moan getting stuck in her throat as she brought the pads of her fingers to the pearl of her clit.

"Are y'with me, darling? Feeling good?" he rumbled, his voice surprising her from the trance she fell into from his moans.

(Y/N) breathed deeply through her mouth, trying her best to keep the bubbling moans in her chest at bay. With her hand creeping towards the full of her panties, she chanced an opportunity to hopefully be noticed by H, her free hand typing out a quick comment despite the flood that was already streaming through.

sunflowerssweetheart: soo good h are you??

Just like always, he was able to pick her simple remark out of the far more dirty perspectives being broadcast to him through the chatroom. A smile could be heard in his tone, making (Y/N) crave to know what he looked like that much more.

"I am, sweetheart, feel s'good. Been such a long day, feels s'good to fuck into m'hand for you." His voice was lazy and slow, matching the pace of his fist over his shaft.

From this stream alone, (Y/N) was finding out just how easy it was for him to make her wet. He wasn't speaking in the same commanding cadence she was used to, with a dominating honorific leaving his lips. Instead, he simply spoke with a lazy tongue and an audible smile. Apparently, that was all she needed, the thick of his voice saying just about anything, to get her soaked through her panties. It only got better knowing that he was talking to her.

She ached to hear the self-claimed pet name fall from his lips again, to feel the honey of his tone drip over her body knowing that he had found her comments out of all the more enticing ones. It took an effort to peel her eyes from his heated form, his chest beginning to pinken as his breathing came in measured pants.

sunflowerssweetheart: im sorry it was long h was it good at least ?

(Y/N) felt a little silly as she pressed send. He had said he wanted to talk this stream, take things soft and slow this time around but she wasn't sure. Now probably wasn't the time for small talk when he had his cock in his hand and she was manipulating her clit through her soaked panties, but all she wanted was for him to answer her. If he decided it was a little too odd to commit to some small talk while thrusting into his hand, he would just ignore her comment and go on like normal.

H thumbed over his glistening tip, hips bucking upwards into the cup of his palm with his solid stomach muscles dancing. "D-Don't be sorry, sweetheart, 's all better now, right?" he breathed, thighs tensing as he brought his other hand to cradle his balls, "Better now that 'm with you—that I get to feel good with you. Wasn't bad, jus' long. Y'had a good day too, right, sweetheart?"

How he was able to make small talk sound like erotica, dripping over her skin like warmed honey, she didn't know. But, she wasn't going to complain either, especially since every uttering of her pet name sparked between her thighs.

The chat stream flooded with comments, many responding to the question he posed while his tip meter ran higher and higher. (Y/N), too distracted with her wandering hands as she plucked the gusset of her panties to the side and dipped her fingers between her folds, lagged in her response. She listened intently as H answered a few other comments, breathy moans thrown in between his words as he used other terms of endearment that only urged the want in her to hear the one that was just for her.

sunflowerssweetheart: long too but ur right its s much better now

sunflowerssweetheart: youve got me soaked through my panties h

Her fingers shook as she pressed send, her gaze lidded as she melted into her bed in anticipation of his response. With the cover of her sweats, she traced over her slit with the tip of her fingers. She coated her touch in the wetness seeping from her hole before sliding up to the pearl of her uncovered clit. Her body tensed at the teasing touch, imagining her wandering hands were that of the man on screen. If she tried hard enough, with the sound of his moans echoing in her ear and the slick noise of his hand working over his length, she could pretend the burn in her thighs was caused by the stretch of having his slim hips between them as he took care of her like he promised.

(Y/N)'s eyes had just barely slipped shut when she heard a grunting breath of a laugh disrupt the rhythm of H's stroking hand and corresponding moans.

"Got you that wet, sweetheart? Soaked through your pretty panties for me?" he drawled, the butterfly on his tummy jumping as he swiped his thumb over the tip, "'M happy I could help y'feel so good—'s m'job right?"

It seemed like his comment was more for himself than for the show he was putting on, his tone going quiet as he was lost in the feel of his hand working over his length. He ignored the flood of comments entering the chat, leaving (Y/N) only to concentrate on the sound of his voice echoing in her ears and the visual of him with his messily rucked up shirt and his flushed cock in his glistening grip. Her already slicked touch grew that much messier with her own squeaks of pleasure dying in her throat in an effort to stay quiet.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he responded to other comments, talking to his baby and his darling about how good he felt. She lost herself as she blissfully listened, her special name never being used now that he wasn't responding to her, but nonetheless his effect was felt on her body. The star of the show was the soft breaths he was letting out and the groans that reverberated through his chest and shook her own body—intimacy reigning supreme as she worked the pads of her fingers over her clit. That reoccurring visual of him tucked between her hips with his cock working through her got easier and easier to conjure with every soft moan that filtered through her ears.

She could imagine tucking her face into his neck with the slick sounds of her pussy opening to accept him inside, a sound she was substituting with the slick passes of his fist over his length. Her twiddling fingers circled her entrance in a mock tease, something she could picture him doing for her in an effort to commit to his promise of taking the night slow and spending all his time with her.

When she cracked her eyes open, she saw H keen into his own touch, a broken groan leaving his chest. The black tattoos inked on his skin stood out harshly against the burning pink that colored his chest. Her pinned gaze followed his free hand as it settled on the thick of his thigh beside the tiger's head etched into the skin. The blunt of his nails caught on the skin before he dragged them across to add a bite of clarifying pain to the bliss wrapping around his body. (Y/N) shuddered at the sight, melting into the bed under her with her back arching as she circled her clit in rough rounds. H seemed to mimic her reaction with his own spine curling upwards and his hand that had administered the mark on his thigh returned to tug at his balls in roughened pulls.

The fist curled around his length curated a quicker pace, puffs of air exhaling through his mouth that she craved to see. The butterfly on his stomach stuttered, wings fluttering as his muscles tensed and relaxed in the mounting pleasure (Y/N) matched in her own tummy. She didn't even need to dip her fingers inside, the rounds around her puffy clit bringing her closer and closer with stings of pleasure that almost felt like they were too much rattling through her body.

"Are y'close, darling? 'M so fucking close, gonna cum soon for you," H groaned, his voice holding a graveled quality like he'd just woken up despite the almost hourlong timestamp at the bottom of the stream.

(Y/N) copied the pacing of his fist over his shaft, circling her clit to match the motion of his hand. Her breathing came in harsh pants, moans dying in her throat before they could escape as she fought to keep quiet despite the pleasure tightening in her tummy. She wanted to cum with H, wanted to hear those groans that built in his chest and the spurting of his cum that he scripted to have saved for her.

"Are you close, sweetheart?"

She practically jumped at the sound of her pet name, her fingers in her panties stuttering before starting in double time as he called out to her unprompted. He wanted to talk to her, see where she was at in her own pleasure. God, that was almost enough to make her cum.

Even if he wasn't talking to her specifically like the hope in her chest yearned for, she was going to comment for him anyway.

sunflowerssweetheart: im so close h please please let me cum with you

She watched as his muscles practically liquified as he sighed, his hand tightening at the base of his cock in a rough hold before slinking upwards in tight strokes.

"I want to cum with you, too, sweetheart, can y'keep up?"

sunflowerssweetheart: i can h please

She wished she could talk to him in person during these moments; she wanted him to hear just how desperate she really was to cum with him and to see his pleasure. The keystrokes she posted for him weren't enough.

"Good," he groaned, the word stumbled between a sandwich of moans as he cupped the head of his cock in a massaging hold, "'M gonna count down, okay? And I want y'to cum wi-with me, sweetheart."

(Y/N) couldn't stop herself before a breathy promise of "Okay, okay, I will, H," fell from her lips. Still, she was quiet enough she hoped Ny wouldn't hear, but she couldn't quell the impulse to speak to him like she so craved to do in person. She didn't bother to type out a response, instead focusing her attention on the countdown H had promised her.

"Gonna start at ten, and you're gonna cum on one with me," he explained, lazy words warming her skin. She nodded as if he could see her, enveloped in the scene he was painting for her.

"Ten," he crooned, the number feeling more like a whisper as (Y/N) slicked her fingers over her clit with her eyes fixed on H, "Nine, fuck." His cock jumped in his hold as he continued down, his other hand cradling his balls that tightened against his base.

"Eight." His voice came out as something of a sigh.

"S-Seven."

Something about the fact that she was on a time limit, the sound of H's voice counting down, made (Y/N) clench around her fingers, ridges tight.

"Six." H's breath was all but gone with his skin flushed and precum sliding down his length before getting mixed in with the saliva that covered his shaft.

"Five—sweetheart, 'm so close, fuck."

(Y/N)'s hip bucked into her hand of her pet name, the circles she had committed to go around her clit dissolved into frantic smears of her fingers over the bud. She breathed in heaves of her chest, lungs drawing in the air deeply.

"Four," he rushed, the number feeling like an afterthought when he groaned almost immediately after, "'M gonna fucking cum, shit—three. Are y'ready, sweetheart? Want y'to soak your pretty fingers and panties for me—two."

With her jaw dropped and her eyes hooded, (Y/N) watched intently as his hand on his prick quickened into a blur with his muscles tensed and coiled in wait for the release he would gift himself. The folds of his sweater sat high on his chest, but (Y/N) already pitied the clean up H would have to endure to get his cum out of the fabric; this was going to be a messy one if the arching of his back and the rumbling groans were anything to go by.

"One."

Following right after the end of his countdown, H stayed true to his word and came. The spurts hit high on his chest, just barely missing the very edge of his sweater and instead painting the ink of his butterfly. His graveled voice let out soft groans with his still pumping hand milking his cock. The sight was enough to take (Y/N) to the edge, her back arching and fingers stuttering before stopping still on her sensitive bud. She mimicked the heavy breaths he let out with her muscles tensed and shaking.

Whispers of his name fell from her lips as she sunk into the down of her comforter, eyelids fluttering to a close as she floated back to earth. Her thighs were tight around her hand, pinning her fingers to her center despite the fact she was much too sensitive for the contact. Still ringing through her ears, she could hear H's own come down.

Cracking her eyes open into reluctant slits, she found that she had been right about his messy release. His cock was still tightly held in his grip but now he had ropes of cum reaching over his chest with the highest dotting over his sweater. His throat bobbed as he sucked in air to fill his crimson colored chest.

"Fuck," he whispered, a ghost of a smile audible in the word as he slowly released himself with stiff fingers. He righted himself in lethargic movements, laughing as he caught sight of his stained sweater, "Got a little messy, didn't I?"

(Y/N)'s fingers twitched at the sound of his drawling voice, drawing an aftershock to rattle through her body as she pushed on her clit. She watched through clear eyes as he reached for a baby wipe—a new addition to his set up it seemed—and cleaned off his chest and hand before tucking his member delicately back into his sweats. His recovery time lingered in the slow movements and long moments to recollect himself and even his breathing. She understood where he was coming from; without the theater and the extra layer of the dominating character he typically put on for the shows, this entire stream was built on the feeling alone that they could draw from their bodies. That kind of pleasure caused a wipe out.

Just as the time ticked to just over an hour long of the stream, H let out a tired breath of laughter. "Really did take m'time today, I guess," he smiled, pushing his sweater down to cover his chest as he drew closer to the camera for his outro, "Still, if you're not tired of me yet, 'm doing something special this weekend. I'll be posting links on my main page in a few minutes for one-on-one sessions through Monday. If y'can, I would love to have more time with you, darling."

H finished with his proper outro, requesting she wait for him before the screen cut to black with the rest of his layout emptying out until the next time he was in front of a camera. (Y/N) slipped her hand from her now soaked underwear, and replaced the lid on her laptop.

Sinking into the mattress, she shuddered her eyes and released a breath she hadn't meant to hold.

God, she needed a boyfriend.

A quirk of a smile was brought to her lips at the first coherent thought after a stream like that. Before (Y/N) could finish reveling in the pleasure and piece herself back together, a quiet knock sounded on her door. She bolted upright and plucked the headphone from her ear.

"Hey, I know you're doing homework but can you help me with the panini press? I think I broke it again," Ny called through the door, a huff to her tone at the mention of the kitchen equipment.

"Yeah, give me a second," (Y/N) responded, falling into the fluff of her bedding for a moment longer.

She just hoped her legs wouldn't shake when she got out there.

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Fall was (Y/N)'s favorite, especially the mornings, but that still didn't make her a morning person.

She awoke exhausted by the time her alarm went off so she could get to her study session with Harry. She and Ny had stayed up way too late falling down a rabbit hole of drag queen YouTube videos, keeping them up way later than (Y/N) had wanted considering she needed to try to be smart this morning. She hoped somehow Harry would be able to tick the lightbulb on in her head during this session, letting her get home by two this afternoon to nap before she and Naomi started on the night's plans.

Trudging through the campus quad, (Y/N) wrapped her heavy pink cardigan across her chest. Her bag with her laptop tucked inside was slung over her shoulder, the strap needing constant adjustment that only served to tick (Y/N) off just a hair more each time. The only pleasant thing so far had been the visual of the falling leaves around her, burnt oranges and robust reds that served an agenda of illusioned warmth. The needed distraction of her phone buzzing in her back pocket prompted her to reach for it, giving her grumped attitude a break from worrying over the strap of her bag.

Harry S. (physics)

Good morning! I saved us a table in the back of the second floor of the library by the nonfiction mystery section

(Y/N) read over the text a couple of times, trying to figure if she'd ever set foot in the 'nonfiction mystery' section of the library (wasn't that just true crime, anyway?). If she was being honest, she doesn't think she'd ever been to the second floor either—she and Ny weren't known for their stellar study habits. She could already see the building just around the corner of the English hall, hoping to somehow get a peek through the glossy windows to show where Harry had stationed them.

Stepping through the glass doors, the older librarian woman gave her a soft smile from behind the counter, a cart full of mismatched books behind her. (Y/N) reciprocated before drawing her eyes to the hanging directory that pointed her towards the staircase that would take her to the second floor. The signage that dictated which sections she was coming to pass were pasted to the side of towering book shelves. She scanned over the various study tables set up through the library, hoping to spot Harry no matter how far off base she was from his directions.

Finally, the nonfiction mystery (on the way there, (Y/N) decided it was just a fancy way to say true crime, no matter if they were shelved separately) shelves came into view. She craned her neck to peer around the organizers, finding a lone study table occupied by a familiar head of curly hair.

Harry's usual setup was sprawled in front of him, pens and highlighters and pristine notebooks taking up the rounded space. A pair of compostable coffee cups were at his right, closest to where (Y/N) planned on taking a seat—rough night, she figured, if she hadn't wanted to sleep in an extra twenty minutes she would have grabbed a cup too. A fuzzy, duckling yellow cardigan warmed his body, grey stripes running through the knit that complimented the plain black shirt covering his chest. His glasses were already perched on his nose as he read over the pages in front of him, his gaze flicking upwards when he heard her approaching steps.

A bright smile dug a pair of dimples into his cheeks, the green of his eyes especially bright against the red and orange tones running through the library. "Good morning!" he called with a wave of his hand.

"Hi," she smiled, rounding the table to the free chair beside him, "Sorry I'm a little late, it took me a second to figure out where you were."

"'S okay, no worries," he beamed, shy gaze following her as she took her spot beside him, "This is one of the harder places to find, so I figured it would be a nice spot for us to concentrate and everything."

(Y/N) nodded her head as she settled in, getting her own utensils and notes out to hopefully have Harry make sense of the work she'd put together this last month. Pulling open her file of notes, he interrupted her by pushing one of the togo cups towards her.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I—uh—I got y'this, by the way. I hope 's right," he mumbled, a soft smile curling his lips though nerves edged the motion.

"Oh," she chirped, brows rising as she reached for the coffee with the inscription of the order on the side: a pumpkin chai latte with almond milk and whipped cream. A bright smile spread over her lips, "Harry, this is perfect! How did you know?"

The first gratifying sip that washed over her tongue worked like magic. The warmth of the drink slipped over her body with the added layer that it had been Harry who was thoughtful enough to grab it for her making it that much better. He even got her the largest size, too. What an angel.

A bashful smile poked at his lips, Harry dropping his gaze from hers to the hands wrapped around her taupe colored tumbler. "You've brought it to class before, and I jus'... remembered, I guess," he mumbled.

(Y/N) smiled around the sip she took. Harry was sweet. Every time she thought she had him dialed, he only broke those expectations and made new ones she was sure he would pass.

"Well, thank you, Harry," she beamed, settling her cup beside his, a perfect pair, "I'll get the next one then."

He was quick to shake his head, the curls of his hair flopping over his forehead to which he used a sweater covered hand to push the strands back. "No, no, y'don't have to. 'M jus' happy I remembered it right."

"We'll see," she countered, already trying to peek at his own order so she could surprise him, "So, where should we start?"

His gaze lingered over her form, the edging of his smile only deepening as she pulled out an empty notebook that matched the green of his own (she wanted to be prepared in case he recommended a better way to take notes). There was a shift in his demeanor once he zeroed in on his own supplies, dialing into his mastered subject. A pinch appeared in his brow, "Where does it get hard for you? Where was the first place y'got lost?"

A warmth burned from under her cheeks as (Y/N) rolled her eyes, "This is embarrassing, but the first unit."

She hadn't been lying or trying to lighten the mood with the acknowledgment of her embarrassment. There was a tint of humility following her into the session over having to show someone else just how far she was falling behind. (Y/N) has always been one of the lucky ones growing up, never having to study too hard or struggle too much with information retention, no matter how informal the initial teaching was. She wasn't at the top of her class, but she was typically able to get by just fine without the help of tutors or cram sessions, so she was more than out of her element to be asking for help. Nonetheless, she needed it and Harry being the one to offer it only sweetened the deal—even if she would struggle meeting his eyes during the most obvious of questions.

Harry didn't falter for a second as he flicked through his notes, features schooled into nothing but pleasant diplomacy. "Don't be embarrassed," he prompted, "Physics can be confusing, especially if y'don't have a basic understanding. We'll start from the beginning and go from there, alright?"

(Y/N) lagged in response, her just noticing the time elapsed when Harry looked at her through his lashes and over the frames of his glasses. A small smile tugged at a corner of her mouth as she nodded, "Okay."

A pink dusted over his cheeks before he pulled his attention from his notes. Harry started off with information he didn't even have scrawled pages on, taking her to the true base knowledge that built up to the course they were taking. (Y/N) did her due diligence, writing down anything  Harry deemed vital enough for her to remember. He took his time, pausing when she needed a moment and encouraging her to ask questions if he could see them in her expression. He was already worlds better than Stanfill, even if he more often than not couldn't look her in her eyes and stumbled every few sentences when he'd catch just how intently she was watching him.

It's only halfway through the session that his phone started incessantly buzzing in his bag at his feet. The first few times weren't too distracting, Harry able to move on without so much as glancing to his feet. It's when the vibration increased to several notifications every couple of minutes, as if he were a part of a tumultuous group chat, that his concentration broke.

The pink that seemed to constantly stain his cheeks flared to a brightened red. He peered down to his feet where his school bag rested against the legs of his chair. Looking to (Y/N) with an apologetically shy perk to his lips, he reached under the table, "'M sorry, jus'—Let me... I need to get that, I think."

(Y/N) nodded in response with a bright smile on her features, "That's fine, don't worry!"

Harry's face only deepened in the red color dusting his cheeks, rolling his lips between his teeth as his eyes darted across the notifications illuminating his screen. He stroked the screen in a few long scrolls, even more buzzing coming in as he did so that put him back at the bottom of the never-ending thread. He only took a moment longer to type out a few responses, seemingly quelling the group chat before shoving his phone clumsily back in his bag where it was silenced.

"Sorry," he repeated, running a heavy hand through the swirls of hair on the top of his head before anxiously adjusting his glasses.

"It's okay, I understand," (Y/N) chirped, Harry's eyes widening a barely noticeable amount at her words, "My friends put me in group chats all the time, and they all suddenly want to talk when I'm busy."

His expression relaxed some as she finished, the stiffened set in his shoulders deflating as he exhaled through his nose. "Yeah, 's annoying, for sure," he agreed, a tight smile on his lips. He darted his attention to the first unit's worth of notes they were going to go over now that (Y/N) had something to work off of, the blush on his cheeks depleting to the near constant pink he donned.

"Did you have any questions before we move on?"

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"Thank you so much for helping me, Harry, I really needed this."

(Y/N) beamed at him as she started packing up, slipping her laptop full of comprehensive notes and study tips into her bag. The time on her phone only ticked to a few minutes past one, almost an hour before she was hoping to get home. Though they hadn't taken as long as she thought, she felt more prepared and accomplished than she had even hoped for when walking into this session. Harry was the best teacher she could have found for a subject like this; though it was obvious he was extremely smart and passionate about the material, he didn't leave her behind or think her questions too obvious to give a thoughtful response. He had helped her understand concepts up to the current unit they were to be tested over, something she thought they would have to schedule another session to go over.

"Thank you," he smiled, shy under the praise as he organized his utensils to be arranged in his bag, "'S no problem at all."

She rolled her eyes at his unnecessary gratitude though a smile bloomed on her lips at how sweet he was. "You're an amazing teacher, really," she continued, slinging her bag over her shoulder, "Stanfill better watch out because you might be next in line for his job."

Her teasing elicited an airy laugh from him as he plucked his glasses from his face and tucked them into the case. "'M pretty sure he's tenured, but we'll see."

The dimples denting into his cheeks slowly filled to match the full of his cheeks as his smile fell. He turned to face her, his own bag hanging from the broad of his shoulder as he worried his bottom lip between his two front teeth.

"Do you—or, can I—I guess—walk y'to your car?" he mumbled, worrying the strap of his bag in the large of his hands. The toes of his shoes shuffled against the grey carpeted floor at their feet, reminding her of the first time he grew the courage to talk to her after class.

(Y/N) brightened at his offer. "Yeah, I would really like that. Thank you."

Harry visibly relaxed at her acceptance, his shoulders deflating into a natural slope and his grip on his bag lessening. Though the pink on his cheeks stayed ever-present, the tone something like a permanent stain on the skin.

She let him lead the way this time, still not sure exactly how she found her way so deep into the library. By the time they reached the ground floor, this smiling librarian that had greeted (Y/N) when she first arrived perked up at her station behind the desk.

"Bye, Harry," she called, a deep smile on her face that complimented the parenthetical lines that curled around the edges.

"Bye," he answered back, a shy tint to his tone as he offered a small wave in her direction.

Once they stepped into the tepid air of the autumn afternoon, (Y/N) looked up at Harry beside her. "Do you know her? The librarian."

A short shrug of his shoulders caused his bag to slip over the fuzz of his cardigan. "Yeah, kinda. I jus' spend a lot of time there—especially m'first year here, so..."

"That's sweet," she determined, trying to fall into step with him despite the length of his strides, "She seems really nice."

"She is," he agreed fondly, a small nod of his head bringing his curls into his eyes again.

After a beat of silence, the car park visible in the distance, (Y/N) chanced another glance up at her companion for the morning. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to invite him to Willa's party. "What are you up to tonight?"

If not for the rosy tint already laced over his cheeks, (Y/N) wouldn't have noticed the way it slowly deepened to a red as she asked about his plans.

"'M working tonight."

At least she checked before offering him the invitation, (Y/N) thought. "What do you do? Do you tutor people for real or secretly write all of Stanfill's scientific journals?"

"Oh no," he shook his head, a small laugh breaching the curl of his lips, "I do some online marketing for this place off campus—like social media interactions and everything."

"That's really cool," she answered politely, not entirely sure what place around here could afford social media marketing given the area was almost exclusively funded by broke college kids. (Y/N) had secured a close parking spot at the beginning of the day, but that only meant they had reached their destination before she was ready to say bye.

Harry stopped on the sidewalk behind her as (Y/N) turned on her heel to face him as she edged towards the driver's door. "Is it okay if I text you at all this week in case I need help with anything? To prep for the test, I mean."

His shoulders jumped and chest puffed as Harry straightened his posture. A bright smile spread over his cheeks, his dimples drawing her attention. "No, no, I don't mind at all. 'M always available."

(Y/N) smiled at his enthusiasm, reaching for her car door. "Well, I'll see you on Monday then, right? Have a nice night at work."

Nodding his head, Harry's smile only deepened. "Yeah, I'll see you on Monday, (Y/N)."

From her rearview mirror, she could see him waiting on the sidewalk for her. His hands were pulled into paws made from the knit of his cardigan, his grip loose around the strap of his bag. He only left after she had pulled out of the parking lot.

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(Y/N) felt good about this one, she couldn't lie.

The whole week after Harry's tutoring session, she had been reviewing her notes when she could. Her clarity on the subject only grew with each read through, to the point that she didn't feel the impulse to cram the night before. That left her with more than enough time to get a good night's rest and wake up without a sour expression at the sound of her alarm.

After getting through the first round of classes earlier in the day, (Y/N) took advantage of the gap between courses to keep her promise of getting the next round of coffee on her. Walking into Stanfill's lecture hall, the pair of togo coffee cups warmed her palms (her's was nothing more than a hot chocolate while Harry's was a perfectly plain black coffee). Her eyes immediately darted to Harry's usual spot in the back.

There, his typical set up was confined to his bag, leaving only a pen at the ready to fill out the exam. Lifting his gaze from the phone in his hands, Harry caught sight of her almost immediately. The usual pink tint that colored his skin made its first appearance of the day when he caught her eyes already pinned to him.

As she climbed the stairs, Harry tucked his phone into his bag leaving only the pen on the table to twiddle with. "Hi Harry," she greeted him, edging into her own seat beside him carefully, "I promised I would get our next round, so I hope I got your order right."

His smile only brightened as she passed off the cup to him, the wide-framed glasses already perched on his nose now resting on the full of his smiling cheeks. "Oh wow, thank you," he beamed, showing more gratitude than she thought appropriate for a cup of coffee, "Y'didn't have to do this at all, thank you."

"Of course," she smiled, settling in her seat with a set up matching his own with a single black pen, "I haven't had a single panic attack about this test, and that's all thanks to you so this is the least I could do."

His nose perked with a sunburnt red dusted over the tip, "Still... thank you."

Before she could form any answer, Stanfill made his appearance. A hush fell over the unusually full class. Harry went quiet despite the way she could feel his eyes darting to her every few seconds. The professor handed out a pile of tests along the front row to be dispersed across the room.

By the time one of the waning piles made its way to Harry, he leaned over as he passed her the last remaining test.

"Good luck, (Y/N)."

She peeked a small smile at him. "Good luck, Harry," she whispered.

By the time Professor Stanfill's voice rang through the hall, officially announcing the start time, (Y/N) felt good.

Until she read the first question.

She read over the question a pair of times before even glancing at the multiple choices. The four answers listed below weren't anything she would have even guessed, making it that much worse for her. Nonetheless, she wouldn't let this one question completely throw her off; she'd read through the rest of them and answer all the ones she knew, and hopefully one of the other questions would help her figure out the solutions to the ones she missed.

Hopping through the list, scanning over the questions and their offered answers, (Y/N)'s hope slowly waned. She didn't know anything.

Even with Harry's monumental help, she knew nothing that she was suddenly being tested over.

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she tried her best to find any secluded answers hidden within other problems. Peeking to her right, she found Harry flying through the test with the multiple choices being colored in perfect bubbles. If he knew the answers, (Y/N) figured she was supposed to know them too since he taught her everything.

It was only when Harry flipped to the third page in the packet did she see the essay questions and formula breakdowns. That was when the very last of her hope drained, leaving only the warmth of the hot chocolate to keep her from going cold. How was she supposed to fill those out when she could barely navigate through offered answers?

But, she had to try something, right? She couldn't turn in a completely blank test; she'd always been pretty good at guessing, anyway.

Backtracking to the first question, she tried her hand at the complicated calculations, choosing the closest choice to her own answer. Down the line she went with minimal certainty, trying to make out some semblance of sense from the tangle that was forming in her brain. Beside her, Harry flew through the questions, fast enough that by the time she had painstakingly finished the first page, he was standing up with his bag slung over his shoulder.

He was the first to finish with a relaxed smile on his face, and a half finished cup of coffee in his hand.

With his glasses pushed up to the top of his head to hold his curls back, he scaled the staircase to the front of the hall. (Y/N) caught the quiet smile Professor Stanfill offered him as Harry started the finished pile in the bright purple tray on Stanfill's desk. She was sure he even knew that Harry had blown the entire exam out of the water.

(Y/N) watched as he lingered in the doorway. Harry caught her eye with an encouraging smile dipping a hint of his dimples into his cheeks. He offered her a private thumbs up in her direction, tipping his chin before heading out into the hall to leave her behind.

The rest of the ninety minute class (or forty-five by the time Harry had left her to her own devices) went by like humiliating torture. After edging through the multiple choices, she hesitantly flipped the page to the essay questions that taunted her. She tried her best to guess through them, recalling anything Harry might have taught her to aid in the dissection of the problems and breakdowns of the formulas.

She didn't have much hope remaining by the minute, but the singular drop she had clung to was wiped away the second Stanfill called time. Looking up from the unfinished handful of questions, (Y/N) found only three others that were in her same situation. At least they had an excuse, she decided, she didn't recognize any of them from the regular lectures so it wasn't like they had any of the notes or knowledge she should have.

(Y/N) couldn't meet Stanfill's eyes by the time she placed her test in the purple tray she had dreaded approaching since reading that first question. Still, she offered him a small smile she wasn't even sure he caught before she turned on her heel and followed the same path that she witnessed Harry forge almost an hour previous.

Sitting in her car, (Y/N) couldn't find it in herself to start the monotonous ritual of heading home right away. The high she had started the day with seemed so far away, not even the hot chocolate she barely managed to remember to take with her could sweeten her mood. How she was able to go from completely secure and confident in her knowledge to fucking herself over, she didn't know.

Today sucked.

A buzz from her phone took her attention, a grateful distraction. The notification lighting up her screen showed off a text from Harry.

Harry S.

How'd it go?!

Reading over the text only made her feel worse. Not even the smartest person in class—and probably the smartest person she knew—could make sense of anything in her head, preparing her in the smallest bit for an exam like this. It was embarrassing.

But, she wasn't going to tell him that. Not right now.

it was good i think! we'll see when grades are out !!

At least now she could go home.

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"Are you sure you don't want to come tonight? I don't want to leave you alone when you're sad," Ny pouted as she pressed (Y/N) again with one foot out the door.

"I promise I'm fine, I don't think I'd be much fun tonight anyway," (Y/N) reassured her, bundled in a too big sweatshirt and a pair of tattered sleep shorts.

While (Y/N) loved Ny, tonight was not the night to go to the Kappa Sig house and get drunk enough to moan and cry all over a bunch of people who don't care that she bombed her physics test. She'd much rather indulge in natural stress relief, instead.

"You're sure?"

"Promise," (Y/N) repeated, "Just text me if you need me to pick you up or anything."

"I will." Ny smiled though the motion leaned more towards a pout no matter how much (Y/N) tried to reassure her. "I'll tell you everything when I get home."

That drew a breathy laugh from (Y/N) before she sent Naomi off with a call to be careful and that she was looking forward to whatever stories she brought home. She reveled in the quiet that now coated the apartment, her only companions being arguing housewives with diamonds around their necks on the television. While their voices turned more and more shrill despite the lack of emotion on their frozen faces, (Y/N) sunk deeper into the worn couch cushions. At least she wasn't thinking about this afternoon.

Twisting a still drying strand of hair around her finger, now an episode and a half deep in her reality binge, she began to feel a bit antsy. The too tight fabric of her shorts brushed against her thighs in clinging runs with each shuffle of her legs. The T.V. was no longer holding her attention, making it easy for her mind to wander.

While she planned on indulging in some natural stress relief in the form of eating everything in the kitchen and listening to her music too loud while avoiding the pile of laundry sitting in her room, would it be a bit too on the nose to relieve her stress physically?

She hadn't tuned into any of H's shows in the past week, much too busy with the physics exam to find the time, but she thinks she's earned it after this morning. Abandoning her station on the worn out cushion, (Y/N) practically ran to her room. She dug her laptop out from her school bag, opening up a private tab before typing in the URL with an embarrassing amount of familiarity. She didn't even think before she signed in and searched for H's page, fingers crossed that he was planning a stream tonight and she wouldn't have to make up some elaborate fantasy in his absence. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a new post on his page, finding a declaration colored in bubblegum pink that he would be going live five minutes from now.

Clicking the link to take her to the standby screen, she took the extra time to get comfortable in her room and put herself properly in the mood. Her hair was freshly washed and drying down her back in soft tumbles with her dewy skin moisturized and exfoliated. She deserved to be touched, she decided, even if it was by her own hand. Tugging off the now bothersome shorts that covered her bottom half, the anticipation of her plans caused her panties to cling to her core with drops of warmth weeping from her center.

Now pantless, she laid in the fluffs of her messy duvet now just a minute away from seeing the man of the hour (hopefully a little longer if (Y/N) had her way) pop up on her screen. Her toes curled in the duvet in anticipation as the time ticked a minute passed his promised screen time. Suddenly, despite the way the standby screen still sat in his place, his voice rang through the earbud she had dotted in her ear.

"Hello," he greeted them, the final syllable being strung out like a song, "How are—wait m'camera isn't on, is it? I swear, one day I'll get better at this." An airy laugh filtered through the tiny speakers in her ears, washing over her body. He'd barely even started and (Y/N) was already drawn in, willing to follow him wherever he took tonight's scene.

Finally, the retro-designed screen that held all his links and premium account information flickered out of sight only to be replaced by H himself. The usual frame of him from the neck down in the romantic lighting of his setup reeled (Y/N) in, her eyes dipping over the expanse of exposed skin he was giving them from the jump. A silky, cream colored button down hung off his shoulders, completely left open to show off the tan of his skin with the inky tattoos standing out starkly against the white shirt. A thin dusting of chest hair followed the line of his chest, the curls growing sparse towards his belly button only for his happy trail to take up the job of defining the line between his abdominal muscles. His nails were colored a fresh coat of mint green, remaining splotches decorating the cuticles making it clear this was a quick manicure before the show.

He looked like an angel, she decided, an angel shrouded in golden light that performed for his worshippers. She didn't have a problem with being his disciple, not when he looked like that.

"That's better," he smiled, the curl of his lips audible in the tone of voice, "Hello, for real this time. How was your day, love? How are you tonight?"

His chat flooded with comments, many focusing on the view of his body they were given so early into the stream. (Y/N) was sure he reveled in the praise, the shift in his usual programming causing extra heaps of affection and praise to be tossed his way; if she could see his face, she was sure a smug smile would be hooked into the corners of his mouth. Despite her more colorful counterparts sending an onslaught of adoring remarks disregarding his usual line of questioning, she still felt the urge to continue their tradition in hopes she would be noticed (it was practically foreplay for her, at this point).

sunflowerssweetheart: not super good but thats okay bc im here now !:) how was ur day ?

There was a pause as he lent closer to the screen, his cross necklace dangling from his neck to catch the light. She hoped he was looking for hers.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, a buzzing sort of relief draping over her form at the sound of her pet name, "'M so sorry to hear that. Y'said you're feeling better now, though, right?"

Jittery fingers typed out her response, the keystrokes messy before she cleaned them up with the help of her backspace.

sunflowerssweetheart: yeah just tired and a little disappointed still but this is already making me feel not so bad:)

Clicking his tongue, (Y/N) could see his neck move as if H was shaking his head in reprimand at her. The thought caused a shiver to run down her spine.

"We can't have y'feeling 'not so bad', sweetheart. I like to make y'feel good, you know that."

Her breath caught as his deep voice wrapped around her pet name, a faux scolding tone tinting the words. He wanted to make her feel good—her, personally. Were shows like this supposed to feel so intimate?

"What would make y'feel good, sweetheart? 'M listening," he prompted her, his tongue lazing around the drawl of his words.

(Y/N) readied herself to type back an answer just before she saw him shift in his seat. The creamy button up she wished was her own was slowly being shrugged from his shoulders, unveiling the full of his inked arm and the bare one that boasted a light sheen as accentuated by the candle-like glow of his setup. Her eyes followed him as the top was dropped to the floor, H standing a second later to show the top of his fitted brown trousers. The star of the show was the elastic waist of his boxers that peeked out from the top of his pants, the brandname stitched across the band. The expanse of his hands dropped to the button of his pants, framed by the laurels etched into his hips like arrows directing her vision.

Swallowing thickly, she typed out her simple response, hoping he would still catch it though the chatroom was flying past without a lag time.

sunflowersweetheart: just need u daddy

"Oh," he breathed, the sound being drawn out in a lusty pull, "So, daddy'll make y'feel better? I see." His hand on his fly dragged down the top hem of his pants, opening the waistline to put the bulge in his white boxers on display. "I need y'to listen really carefully for me, then, so daddy can make y'feel good. Follow me, okay, sweetheart?"

Follow him, she did. Her eyes were pinned to the motion of his hands. He disrupted the frame that the open fly of his pants created round his covered cock, pushing them down low on his legs to leave only his boxers as the final barrier he was teasing her with. The thin fabric of the underwear left little to the imagination, showing the stiff curve in his shaft and the girthy head that leaked a pearl of precum into the fabric.

"Ready for me?"

She wished he could see just how desperately she nodded her head, how her breathing stuttered only to quicken a moment later.

The rumbles in the chatroom seemed to be enough encouragement for him, a smug laugh being let out off screen before he reached his broad hand under the waist of his underwear. The outline of his knuckles grabbing his shaft could be seen clearly through the tight fit while his other hand tugged down his boxers in a quick pull.

"'M already s'hard for you, darling, see?" he crooned with his hand fisted around the base of his dick, "Fucking hurts, almost."

The dark thatch of trimmed hair that bordered his cock stood out starkly against the white boxers, framing his hand as he made a torturously slow pass over the shaft. His prick jumped in his hand as he reached the head, a choked moan being sucked from H's chest when a drip of precum seeped from his slit. The vein vined around the underside seemed to throb under the attention.

"You know how much I'd stretch y'out, sweetheart? All the way in your tummy, right, baby?"

His own words seemed to spur him on, causing him to drag the full of his hand over his shaft in rough pulls. His green painted thumb swiped over his tip every time he reached, dragging the pearly fluid down the rest of his prick. Slick noises sounded with each stroke of his hand only to be interrupted by the sound of H's moans and breathless noises. Since he was still standing, he shifted his stance to lead with his slim hip facing the camera with his cock out in front of him.

(Y/N)'s own fingers teased the waist of her panties, dipping beneath the elastic. A layer of goosebumps rose in her wake, skimming over the soft skin between her thighs. Her folds were already slick from the words that were echoing through her headphones with her gaze pinned on H's movements.

"I'd make y'feel so much better sweetheart, make y'forget all about today," he groaned, slowing his strokes to tight tugs around his shaft, "You'd only have to think about daddy and how hard 'm fucking you."

A breathless moan was taken from (Y/N)'s throat, dropping her mouth into an open gape. Her breathing stuttered, her lower tummy jumping under the palm of her hand. She pictured him above her, lining his cock along the curve of her tummy to show just how far inside he would reach, a visual that caused her hole to clench around nothing. God, she was happy Ny was out.

She hadn't even realized her eyes had fluttered shut until she heard H's voice ring out in a heady groan, his hand stroking faster and harder along the stiffness of his cock. He had moved to sit comfortably in the office chair fixed in front of the camera, giving a full view of each of his ministrations. The large of his free hand expanded over his bare thigh, fingers denting into the ink of his tiger tattoo as the tight ring of his fingers worked over his length. The dim light that illuminated his setup worked into a romantic glow that glinted off of his tanned skin, each of his movements and the flexing of his muscles being highlighted.

"Oh, fuck me, sweetheart," he groaned, his hand visibly tightening as he reached the head of his cock, "Tell daddy how good y'feel."

Slipping her fingers inside her clenching hole, (Y/N) tried to emulate the passes of his hand over his prick. She wanted to fake the intimacy, weave her story as if he really were fucking her like he promised. The chat below his stream was going crazy, running too fast for her hooded gaze to catch (not that she wanted to look away from H, anyway). Still, she knew he was expecting a response from her if the use of sweetheart was anything to go by.

sunflowerssweetheart: feel s good daddy my fingers arent you but im trying:(

"Oh I know, sweetheart," he cooed a softly mocking tone, legs widening as he quickened his pace, "Your fingers can't replace m'cock, but y'still feel good, right? That's all I want. Daddy feels s'good thinking about you, sweetheart."

A thicker stream of his precum seeped from his slit, dripping over his length and his fingers nestled under the head. With her fingers tucked inside and her palm smeared over her clit, (Y/N) felt like she couldn't breathe at the sight. The fact he was doing this based off the kind of day she had, all of his dirty talk littered with the name he had picked just for her, was bringing her closer to the edge than she thought possible so quickly.

"Daddy," she moaned, voice breathy and pitched as she sunk into her sheets. Her skin was flush from the humid air that seemed to settle over her body, with her fingers soaked to the knuckle inside of her. This was so much better than going out.

"Gonna cum with me?" he breathed, H's voice filtered through her earbuds in lazy pulls, "Gonna cum with your pretty fingers stuffed inside? Cum for daddy, sweetheart."

Her hold clenched around her pumping fingers, his words echoing in her head while her eyes couldn't be torn from his stroking hand.

sunflowerssweetheart: yes yes yes i want you to cum with me daddy please pl ease

"You're so cute, sweetheart," his hips bucked roughly into his hand, thighs and stomach tensed under his tanned, sweaty skin, "You're gonna wait for daddy, then?" H sunk deeply into his chair, everything just under his chin now in frame, though his heaving chest and stroking hand was what kept her attention. He fucked up into his hand every few strokes with his fist tight around his length and his palm spanning over the thick of his thigh. "You'd let me cum inside, right, sweetheart? Fill y'up and let it leak out."

sunflowerssweetheart: i would daddy i would i want that so bad please

His throat bobbed, his cross necklace shining in the thin smattering of curls in the middle of his chest. He focused his attention on the tip of his prick, swiping his thumb headily over his slit as he cupped the sensitive nerve endings. "Fuck—'M gonna cum soon. Cum with daddy, sweetheart, cum with me."

Her hand in her panties worked in rapid motion; her palm was pressed deeply against her clit with her fingers buried in her weeping hole. (Y/N) tried her best to keep her eyes open, her attention fixed on H as he performed the last act of his show, but the second the first spurt of his cum pumped from his cock, her vision dimmed. She came with him as she moaned into her empty bedroom, his voice echoing into her ears. Her head was thrown back into her pillows, neck bared with her back arched. Her hips raised to meet her hand even harder, fucking up into the vision of H pumping into her she had in her mind.

Forcing herself to crack open her eyes, she saw her performer still pumping his cock with his bare chest now covered in a different pearly sheen than he had started the stream with. Aftershocks wracked through her body as her fingers stroked the soft spot within herself, unable to hold back as she looked at him. Her voice was left in tatters as only breathy moans and deep inhales sounded through her throat.

In tandem, she was able to regain full consciousness as H came down himself. Though his limbs were shaky, chest shining from the remnants of his release, he still cleaned himself up. (Y/N) pulled her hand from her panties, listening intently for the outro that would work as her aftercare for the evening.

With his cock now tucked back into his white boxers, H righted himself in his chair. His chest was still a flushed pink, heaving under his deep breaths as he started his goodbyes. "I adore y'so much, sweetheart. Thank y'for spending your night with me. I'll be back soon, wait for me."

He lingered for a moment, the chat yearning for a second performance before the stream blacked out. The tip meter emptied along with the thread, leaving (Y/N) in a crumpled mess in the puffs of her disastrous sheets around her. Blinking up at the ceiling, she tried to catch her breath.

She probably needed to do some laundry after this.

Her body lagged after her decision, allowing her a moment longer to lay in bed before she shucked her soaked underwear from her legs. Though she moved slowly, she was definitely relaxed; thoughts of this morning had all but disappeared over the last hour. Even the thought of doing laundry didn't bother her, muscles relaxed and mind working through a pleasant haze that left her in too good of a mood to be dampened.

As she collected her sheets with the shorts and underwear she had abandoned, a notification dinged from (Y/N)'s laptop. She opted to ignore it for a moment, figuring she would check her phone for the text message after she had the washer started. But, the notification never transferred onto her phone like usual.

With the washing machine rumbling from down the hall, (Y/N) plucked up her half closed laptop. Her eyes widened when she realized where the notification had come from.

It was the cam-site.

Sure, she'd received impersonal messages before from chat bots promoting sales on premium content or new creators that were apparently a big deal, but those were few and far between. Especially after she refused the dozens of popups asking if she wanted to add her credit card information for more 'arousing' content. This was different.

Opening up her inbox, she found it was a message from H, the notification entitled One (1) Unread Message from TreatPeopleWKisses!

This was nothing more than another automated message, right? Maybe he had sent out another promotion for one-on-one sessions this weekend.

Double clicking on the link, the page opened up to a new thread she never dreamed of making.

treatpeoplewkisses: hi! im sorry to hear you had a bad day. i hope i was able to make you feel a little bit better!:)

(Y/N) didn't know what to say back. This was not something she ever thought she'd deal with, no matter how often her lusty thoughts had urged her to message him out of desperation. How was she supposed to respond to him, especially after the stream they had just experienced together?

sunflowerssweetheart: you really did actually!! thank u for acknowledging all of my comments and everything:) good show!

She immediately cringed after she pressed send, rethinking each word as she reread it. How was she able to come off so stiff and uncomfortable considering the things she's already said to him in front of other viewers with such ease?

treatpeoplewkisses: of course! let me know if you ever need anything:) can't have my sweetheart feeling sad

Though she had already kind of collected that she was his sweetheart, this confirmation made her heart beat faster and her eyes widen. With shaky fingers, she keyed back a quick response before this went any further.

sunflowerssweetheart: thank u h:) can i ask about one on one pricing then??

treatpeoplewkisses: don't worry about any of that, sweetheart. this is just for us, so its on me:)

Maybe, she wouldn't have to wish to meet him anymore, not if this kept up.

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(Y/N) had been dreading the following Wednesday since the day she bombed her test. She knew Stanfill was going to be releasing grades by then and she didn't want to know just how lowly she'd scored. Even just hearkening back to last Friday's session gave her a spike in anxiety. Ny had been the best distraction she could have asked for since she confessed how poorly she felt about the exam, the entire weekend then filled with activities designed to distract. Even when Monday rolled around, her roommate did her best to divert (Y/N)'s attention with her own problems she was having with the meddling she was doing in the love life of one of the baristas at Caffeine Dreams. (He didn't ask for help, (Y/N) knew that, but Ny couldn't help but scheme even if the plots rarely worked in her favor). But, Wednesday nights were now reserved for Naomi's study group, leaving (Y/N) alone when the notification from her student portal came through

It took her another ten minute before she grew the courage to open the app, (Y/N) too busy wallowing in her anxiety to take the plunge right away. When she finally flicked open the notification and let her eyes dart across the numbers depicted as her grade, she couldn't even fully compute her official standing but she knew the red hue was not a good sign. She didn't want to sound dramatic, but in all honesty, she was devastated. She had such high hopes for this exam, never having felt so prepared in a subject she struggled so heavily with. The low score only served to taunt her, tainting the somewhat pleasant day she'd had. Maybe she wasn't as smart as she thought she was.

(Y/N) had only gotten a full five minutes of wallowing in before another notification shook the phone in her palm. It was a text. From Harry. Because of course it was.

Harry S.

Stanfill just posted results for the exam! How did you do?!

She knew it was never Harry's intention to embarrass her or make her feel inferior in any sense of the word, but she didn't feel anything but stupid as she read over his message. Part of her wanted to keep up the act she had started when he texted her after the test last Friday; that she had done as well as she expected and could avoid confessing just how much of a failure she was again. She didn't know if she was up to telling him how easily she had wasted his time, the study sessions doing nothing to make the connections she needed.

But, the rest of her knew that Harry would never make her feel less than—he'd probably try to see the bright side in it, more than anything. She could picture him messaging back, telling her that sure, maybe she did fail but at least it wasn't a zero! She figured she could use a little of that blind optimism.

(Y/N) hesitated for only a moment before dissolving to tell Harry the truth.

i bombed:(

The bright blue bubble stood out starkly against the plain black background of her messages, only to be joined a second later with the three grey dots appearing in the bottom corner.

Harry S.

Really?

(Y/N) didn't offer any kind of response other than a cropped screenshot of her grade, displaying the red numbers for him to clearly see. This time the dots returned only to react like a glitch as they disappeared and reappeared every few seconds. He seemed to finally decide on what to say as a short message was sent through.

Harry S.

I'm so sorry (Y/N) I thought we had gone over everything you needed last week. I'm so so sorry

While she had guessed he would offer a heaping dose of healthy positivity, she figured this was a bit more fitting. In true Harry fashion, he was taking credit for her failure. She knew that if she had passed and thanked him for his help, he would have easily deflected and given her all the praise. Because he was sweet like that. That was the only thing that had managed to cause a smile to break her features since learning her fate.

its not ur fault at all dont apologize!! i just didn't know any of it and that's not ur fault

Harry S.

Are you going to talk to Stanfill about a retake?

(Y/N) almost shuddered at the thought of going through those ninety minutes again. Harry wouldn't be there for even ten minutes this time, properly leaving her to the wolves. She didn't know if she could do it. Anyway, who's to say she would do any better a second time; maybe the questions would be switched up or reworded, but she doubted they'd be any less confusing.

i probably should but idk if it'll do any good tbh

Harry S.

We could study some more! Go over everything that was on the test or that you wanted more help on!

When (Y/N) didn't respond right away, another text came through.

Please. I want to make this right

He didn't have to make anything right, as he did nothing wrong to begin with, but (Y/N) couldn't turn him down. She not only needed the help, but it was a bit too easy to picture Harry with his brow cinched and lip bitten in guilt. No matter if she told him it was none of his fault, she knew he wouldn't believe it in his sensitive heart.

do u want to meet up at the library tonight then???

Harry S.

Yes! I just got out of class if youre free?

(Y/N) peeked at the time on the top corner of her phone. She had nothing to do for the rest of the night considering Ny wouldn't be home and she didn't have the energy to do anything but nap away her problems. The thought of seeing Harry in his cozy sweaters with the soft green of his eyes looking at her with a lack of frustration she would have expected from someone as smart as him to be teaching someone like her, made her insides warm. If he was willing to help, she shouldn't turn him down.

yeah ill be there in 20 min ! thank u harry

She really hoped he understood how much she really meant that declaration of gratitude. Even if he didn't, she'd get a chance to tell him in person soon. She only hoped she could get it out before she cried in humiliation when she remembered how bad her grade was.

Harry S.

I'll go save our table then!! Thank YOU:) drive safe

Of course, he said thank you. Because he was cute.

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Now that she knew where she was going, (Y/N) found what she was now considering their table in the back of the second floor of the library with ease. Harry sat there with a searching expression twisting his features, a warm cup of hot chocolate on the table in lieu of his usual study materials. His hair was mussed with his glasses thrown messily on the top of his head to hold back the curls as he scanned his worried gaze across the stacks. The second he caught sight of her, his bitten lips downturned into a sympathetic frown.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she said as soon as she reached their table, letting her own thoughts spill now that she wasn't sitting alone in her apartment, "I'm sorry, I wasted your time. I thought I knew everything I needed. And, I'm sorry for making you come out here again." She swallowed around the tightness that was developing in her throat.

A heavy crewneck was draped over Harry's form, the toes of his white Vans peeking out from the flared denim on his legs as he looked up at her with worry lines marring his forehead. He shook his head, disrupting the curls that swirled over his forehead and almost knocked his glasses off, "Don't be sorry. Don't have to be sorry for anything; y'didn't waste m'time, and you're not making me be here at all. We'll jus' try harder this time and go over anything you can remember that tripped you up on the exam, don't worry."

Dropping her bag, it laid dead at her feet with a few of her books toppling out as (Y/N) fell into her seat with the same heaviness dragging her down. She all but curled into herself where she sat, shoulders falling as her hands came to cradle her flushed face. (Y/N) rubbed at her scrunched eyes with none-too-gentle fingers, already sensing the burn that was building behind them, "I'm so dumb."

Her whispered words drew Harry closer, his form just visible from the corner of her shrouded vision. She couldn't look at him directly when she knew he would have that puppy-sweet sympathetic look on his face. "You're not dumb, (Y/N). This kind of stuff is hard, you know that."

"Then why are you able to understand it so well, and I can barely grasp the basics?"

She didn't mean to be so argumentative when he was only trying to help her and console the threat of tears behind her eyes, but this whole situation was a little too embarrassing for her to be pleasant. Nonetheless, her cloudy mood didn't deter Harry at all from his mission of reassurance.

"Because I've spent way too much time with this subject, (Y/N). It's easy to understand when it's all you do," he said, a soft smile evident in his quiet tone.

Peeking at him through the cracks in her fingers, she found Harry with a boyish curl on his lips and soft eyes that pleaded with her to believe him. If someone like him couldn't even get her to retain some of the most basic information on this subject, she didn't know where she was supposed to go from here.

Taking her hands from her face, she let the full of her emotions be told from her face. "I just feel so stupid and embarrassed. I thought I was going to do so good, and I couldn't even finish the test, Harry. The last two pages were blank because the multiple choice tripped me up so bad—and that's supposed to be the easy part!" Before she could help herself, a sheen of tears lacquered over her eyes and warped the edges of her vision.

(Y/N) shook her head in an effort to somehow put off her tears, the tips of her fingers coming to rest under her eyes in an attempt to catch the drops that threatened to fall. Beside her, Harry deflated in his spot.

"Don't be embarrassed, (Y/N), you're not stupid. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about, really," he cooed, reaching for her before hesitating. He worried his eyes over her form, the first line of tears escaping down her cheek catching his attention before he bit his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I..."—he paused with a swallow, his shaky hand reaching cautiously towards the line of her shoulders—"Can I hug you?"

She didn't even hesitate before (Y/N) nodded her head, wishing for his worried look to dissipate. Very carefully, Harry carefully draped his arm over her shoulders, scooting himself to the very edge of his chair to be as close to her as he could manage. His movements were unsure and slow, hesitation clear on his features as if he wasn't sure he was touching her right. (Y/N) barely heeded his caution, readily welcoming him and the warmth of his body. She twisted to face him with the full of her form. Her knees knocked against his own in her rush to accept his affection. Harry didn't back off an inch as she jostled him, not even when she melted into him in a mess of limbs. Her arms wrapped around his middle with her cheek laid on his shoulder. Harry stiffened for just a second before he laid his arms fully around her, hugging her just like he promised.

The cover of the bookshelves around them made the moment that much more intimate, cloaked in their private corner. (Y/N)'s tears were fleeting though the comfort she drew from Harry wasn't something she was willing to let go of, especially not when she felt the soft of his cheek pillowed on the top of her head.

"'S gonna be okay, (Y/N), I promise. You're not dumb, and you've got no reason to be embarrassed about that exam. We're going to work on this, and figure out what tripped you up so y'can be ready. This retake is going to be easy, I promise." His hands on her back worked up a hesitant rhythm, running in careful strokes over the planes of her form.

"As easy as it was for you?" she sniffled.

"Easier." The smile in his tone was clear despite the volume being nothing but a whisper. "We'll take all the time y'need to feel ready; jus' tell me when and I'll be there. I don't mind helping you; there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

It was easy to believe him when he held her like this.

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"Hey, where were you?"

The sight of Naomi balled up in her preferred recliner with a dinner of pizza bagels greeted (Y/N) as she locked the apartment door behind her. The blonde shag of Ny's hair was scooped into a clumsy bun on the top of her head, eyes wide with relief now that her friend was home. She watched after her as (Y/N) practically floated to her room with her school bag in tow like an afterthought.

Kicking off her shoes in her room, (Y/N) shouted through the open door, "I was at the library with Harry."

A smile perked itself on her lips at the sound of his name. If she concentrated hard enough, she could feel the ghost of his arms around her and the soft of his cheek squished on the top of her head. He had been unbelievably gentle with her the whole afternoon, making it hard to say goodbye to him after he walked her to her car. The best part about it all was that he never once belittled her or made her feel silly after she recovered from her breakdown; he didn't look at her with a precious glaze over his eyes, or dance around when she grew frustrated. He was the best (and cuddliest) study buddy she could have asked for.

"Was your grade as bad as you were scared it was, then?" Ny called, breaking her from the memories of Harry's phantom hold.

"It was," (Y/N) confirmed, eyes dropping to her bag where it lay on the floor with the heavily highlighted notes Harry lent her to study in her extra time. A smile cracked at her features as she thought about the way he offered them to her with a shy curl of his lips. "So, he's helping me study for the retake."

She emerged from her room free of her school materials though the smile on her face remained with thoughts of her tutor. When Ny hadn't responded by the time (Y/N) took her usual spot on the worn corner cushion of their couch, she chanced a look in her direction. The blue of Ny's eyes were squinted at her with a smile fighting at the corners of her lips.

"What's got you all smiley, then?"

"Nothing," (Y/N) deflected with a shrug, "I'm just relaxed, finally, that's all."

The housewives on their television that were gearing up to fight over an expensive dinner weren't enough to distract her roommate when she looked at her with sparks in her eyes. "You like him, don't you!"

"I don't know, maybe," (Y/N) countered, not even bothering trying to hide her smile anymore. She tucked her hands into her lap, fingers playing a lovestruck game as she spoke, "We've only really talked about class and stuff, but, Ny, he's so cute. He's always wearing these soft sweaters, and he's so smart and so nice. Today, I kind of had a breakdown when I got to the library about my grade, and you know how some people who are that smart can be really condescending? Harry's not like that at all. He's really kind and was so gentle with me today, and he's just... nice to be around, I don't know how to say it. I don't really think I'm much his type, but I really like spending time with him."

The whole time Ny listened with a bright smile on her face, nibbling at her pizza bagel like it were popcorn at the movies. But, when (Y/N) confessed her assumption about what Harry's type may be, the grin dropped. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged, already familiar with the idea that even if she liked Harry, there was a high chance he wouldn't feel the same. "I doubt I'm his first candidate considering he had to teach me the same stuff twice. I don't think I'd be a very entertaining date for someone like him."

"As if he cares! When did you meet up at the library with him anyway?"

"Around one, I think. Why?" (Y/N)'s brows cinched to meet in the middle at the hard detour Ny made in conversation.

"(Y/N), I'm pretty sure he left in the middle of his class to meet up with you," she started, her dinner abandoned on the paper plate on her lap, "He almost knocked me over when he came out of Cleary's room right when you texted me that you wouldn't be home for a while. I think he was going to meet you."

"No, he told me that he had just been dismissed from class," (Y/N) countered, not wanting to cling too hard to the hope Naomi was braiding together.

"Nope, Kylee's in that lecture and she doesn't get out until 2:15. I saw him pretty much sprinting to the library right when it sounds like you were meeting him," Ny stated pointedly, "I think he dropped everything to see you. So, to me at least, that means you have a good chance of being his 'type'."

(Y/N) allowed herself to steep in the idea that he may have the same eagerness to be around her as she did him. She couldn't wait for the next study session, she decided. Maybe she'd have to stop complaining about H being the closest thing she had to a boyfriend.

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momentum is the motivation an object has towards its intended target

a...lot happened in this one GHSIHFSUH this is the longest part in the whole piece I think so thank u for taking the time! please please lmk what you think of the series so far! thank u smsmsmms for reading and sorry for any mistakes! lmk if u have any predictions or ideas about the rest of the piece or anything else !

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If You Need to Cry

*Zuko (ATLA) x Reader

*Summary: Reader doesn’t often cry in front of other people, so when Zuko comes home to find them crying, he knows something is very wrong.

*Warnings: Swearing, School anxiety, overworking, stress from school. Let me know if I missed anything

*A/N: I have another final tomorrow (today when this goes live) and yet, here I am, finishing this fanfic instead of studying. The last month of school was really rough on me mentally so I really needed this comfort.

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There were very few times you’d cried in front of people that weren’t your immediate family. Off the top of your head, the last time you cried in front of people was when you got rejected from one of your top choices for grad school, and even then that was just your housemate running into you as you left the bathroom after your crying session. The only time you cried in front of your boyfriend was soft tears of happiness when he told you he loved you for the first time and couldn’t picture his life without you. So when your boyfriend got back to the apartment and heard sobbing coming from the living room, he was startled more than anything. However, once the shock wore off, he immediately rushed to find you.

Zuko had known you’d been stressed by this research assignment, but he had no idea it was this bad. You were sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, sobs wracking your body and tears running down your face, but you were still scrolling through whatever article you were currently reading. You didn’t even notice him standing in the hall, mumbling to yourself about dropping out and that you didn’t even know why you were doing this anymore. “Uh, baby, are you okay?”

“Shit, Zuko, sorry, I didn’t realize you were home.” You immediately started wiping away your tears, still hiccuping through the sobs. “Sorry, I’m just kinda overwhelmed. Let me… let me…”

You tried to compose yourself, but Zuko could see that you were still struggling to talk to him. His body immediately went into autopilot as he saw you struggling. He put his workbag down, rushing to join you on the floor in front of the coffee table. He pulled your laptop away from you, saving whatever work you’d been busy with before he closed it. Even as you cried, you still tried getting your laptop back from him. Zuko hushed you, pulling you into his arms and letting you sob into his chest.

After a few minutes, your sobs quieted and Zuko felt your body sag against his. He looked down to check, calling your name softly, but you didn’t respond. This assignment had been particularly bad, especially as it was worth most of your grade in this class, and you hadn’t been sleeping as much as he would’ve liked you to, but he didn’t know it was this bad. Sure, you drank a lot of coffee and energy drinks, but that was kind of your habit anyways. Zuko started internally berating himself for not noticing the warning signs - after all, he knew you were prone to overworking yourself both physically and mentally during college, and grad school had been no different so far.

Before he could get too far into his wallowing, you shifted against him, reminding him of his priorities at the moment. Now, Zuko was never too good with the whole feelings thing, but he had the basic knowledge of what to do. He had just been thrown off his rhythm since he wasn’t used to seeing you cry at all. It took a few minutes of thinking, but he managed to get up and pick you up without you waking up. He brought you over to your bedroom and tucked you under the covers, knowing your mind would probably be a lot clearer once you got some rest. Beyond getting you to sleep and just being physically there for you, Zuko was a little lost. So, he picked up the phone and called his most reliable source for things like this.

“Nephew, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Iroh answered after a couple rings.

“Uncle, I need some advice,” Zuko started, wondering for a second just how much he should share about the situation. He knew you had an issue with people seeing you cry, not wanting others to perceive you as weak or unable to handle the burdens you placed upon yourself, but he knew that his uncle wouldn’t see you any differently for having struggles like everyone else. “(y/n)’s been overworking themself again. When I got home from work today I found them crying in front of their laptop and I don’t know what to do.”

“What are you doing on the phone with me, then? You should be at their side, consoling them,” Iroh admonished him. Zuko could practically see the annoyance on his uncle’s face.

“I’m not stupid, Uncle. They’re sleeping now. I let them cry until they tired themself out. I just don’t know how to support them once they wake up.” Zuko stopped himself from rolling his eyes, knowing that he didn’t necessarily have the best track record with things like this in his previous relationships.

“Then talk to them about it. I know they don’t like feeling as though they are bothering you, so let them know from the beginning that they are not. You are their partner, you’re there to support them through things like this, it’s what you signed up for.”

“Yes, I know, Uncle. I just… you know I’m not necessarily the best with knowing how to do that.”

“I would tell you to make them a cup of tea, but that would probably make them feel worse.” Zuko had to laugh at Iroh’s dig there. “I’ll tell you what. I’m running errands and I can stop by set everything up for you. I don’t want you to poison them somehow.”

“Uncle, I’m sure they would appreciate that, but I also want you to know I’ve managed to make them tea before and they didn’t die.”

“I’m sure their spirit did, at least a little. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Uncle!” Before he could get another word out, Iroh had already ended the call. Zuko looked at the phone, shaking his head in slight disbelief. Even though his uncle was a little eccentric, Zuko knew you would probably appreciate some actually well-brewed tea at this moment. He looked around, trying to figure out what he could do to help ease your burdens at least a little bit until you woke up and he could actually talk to you about things. Looking around the apartment, he rolled up his sleeves. If anything, cleaning up the place and starting dinner would probably be a good starting point.

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You were confused when you woke up. You could feel the exhaustion still heavy in your body, but you didn’t remember going to bed. You couldn’t find your phone anywhere within reaching distance, so that just left you even more confused. Normally when you took planned naps, you always had your phone nearby. That was when you shot up, looking around and trying to actually gain your bearings. You started swearing, knowing that you were definitely even more behind schedule now.

“Hey, sorry, baby, I was supposed to be here when you woke up,” Zuko said, coming into the room with a steaming mug of tea. Iroh left about ten minutes earlier, with strict instructions for Zuko to keep the tea ready for you.

“Hey, uh, when’d you get back?” you asked, still confused. You walked towards him, ready to take the mug of tea from him and go back to work. “I gotta go back to researching, but maybe we can order in something, yeah?”

“Baby, just get back in bed, okay? You need to get some rest.” Zuko guided you back to the bed, despite your protests. “Here, Uncle stopped by earlier to make sure you’d have some good tea.”

“I have to get back to my paper after this, though,” you said, letting Zuko tuck you back under the covers. He handed you the mug of tea, the cup immediately warming your hands. As you took a sip, you could immediately taste the difference of something brewed by Iroh. Zuko could see your little smile that you tried hiding with your mug and silently thanked Iroh for taking the time to stop by.

“How about you take the rest of the night off. I know you need to get this research to your advisor, but it was kinda really worrying to come back to you crying at your laptop.” Zuko explained, getting into bed beside you.

“Shit, I’m sorry about that-”

“You don’t have to apologize. I know you’re really stressed right now, and I just want to know if there’s anything that I can do to help you out more. Like I can cook dinner more often, maybe clean up the apartment so you don’t have to, whatever.” Zuko could practically see the way your mind was racing as you took another drink of your tea.

“No, I think I can handle it. I just need to figure out how to better manage my time, and then I don’t wanna bug you because you also work-” Zuko directed the mug back to your lips, effectively cutting you off.

“Baby, listen to me. I want to help you out, and if I need to pick up some slack around the house then I’ll gladly do it for you. I also want to make sure that you’re not overworking yourself again. We’re in this together, right?”

You nodded, knowing you couldn’t argue your way out of this one. “Right. Sorry, it’s just everything with school has kind of been hell like this past month, and I really didn’t wanna bother you since you have everything going on with work.”

“You’d never bother me.” Immediately you could see Zuko’s slight regret in saying that. Before you could respond with whatever teasing little joke you wanted to make, though, he quickly followed it up. “That’s not an invitation to try your hardest to, though.”

“Aw, well there goes my plans for break,” you still joked anyways. “I do really appreciate all of this, though. I’m guessing Iroh did more than just come over to make tea.”

Zuko’s immediate blush was enough to tell you exactly what you guessed, but you didn’t mind it. After all, if there was one person who knew human emotion like no one else, it was definitely Iroh. Zuko tried stuttering out an explanation, but he stopped when you leaned into his chest, his arms immediately going to wrap around you. It had been a minute since you’d been able to do this, savoring the last of the warmth from the tea and the feeling of just enjoying Zuko’s presence and hold on you. Zuko pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you felt your heart flutter at the soft gesture.

“Promise you’ll help me take care of you?” Zuko asked after a few minutes of you just sitting there, basking in the moment.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, more of a joke than genuine sincerity. You looked up at him, finding his gaze already on you. He was definitely not amused with your little joke, so you reached up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I promise.”

“Okay, good, because Uncle only prepared me so far for this conversation and I genuinely have no idea how I was supposed to continue that,” he rushed out. “What do you want to do tonight? And don’t say your paper.”

“Can we stay like this for a while? We haven’t done this in a long time,” you admitted, your voice sounding small even to yourself.

“Of course. Whenever you’re ready I have dinner staying warm.”

“You could not be more attractive than you are right now.” Zuko mumbled something in response, still not used to accepting compliments, and pulled you in closer. For the first time in a while, you felt at peace with everything. You knew tomorrow you would have to get back into the groove of things, but now you knew for sure Zuko had your back with all of this. There was a little less weight on your shoulders, but anything that was still there could be dealt with tomorrow. For now, you were content to stay with your boyfriend, letting him calm your mind.

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Can I request an MC who has never cried in front of their S/O (Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya) before, kind of breaks down one day after a stressed out day and how they would react? 🥺💕

^ YES - Why can’t they comfort me all the time - i’m a disaster 

Sudden Tears

Warning -> none, SFW*

Includes: Diluc / Zhongli / Kaeya 

Character x GN reader  |   Anthology

Diluc

Diluc would be pretty flustered, totally not sure what he needed to do to calm you down 

He might say something like: “it’s not that big a deal? You can always finish tomorrow?” 

Which would only make you more upset 

“I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this,” he’d admit, wringing his hands. “Would you like to talk … uh, about what happened?” 

He’d do his absolute best to listen to you - taking notes from your early reactions and making sure he said / did the right thing

He’d sit next to you and let you explain everything that stressed you out, making sure to give you all of his attention

Don’t be surprised if he offers you a glass of water or something to eat - he might even offer you an alcoholic beverage if you’re old enough

“Thank you for listening to me,” the tears in your eyes started to dry up and you’d gratefully take a drink of the water he’s gotten you, “I don’t know what came over me.” 

“I may not grasp those feelings,” he’d reply, maneuvering the hair which has started to cover your face, “but I hope you know you can rely on me.” You look up into his eyes and see the sincerity of his words shining there.

“I’ve just always done everything myself, so it’s hard for me to rely on others, even when I am overloaded.” sniffling you whip your face with your sleeve. 

“I’m similar; but together, we can do more to support each other's load.” 

“I’m okay with that.” 

For the next few weeks you’d find him asking you if you needed any help, or, if he knew you were having a hard time getting to something, you’d find it already completed

Zhongli

Zhongli would be very attentive to you - he’d let you cry without trying to make you stop or changing your attention - it wouldn’t have worked anyway

He’d want to know what made you so upset 

“You look discouraged, what transpired to put you in this state?” he’d ask, taking your hand in his.

“Everything. I’m so stressed out and I can’t ... “ No matter how hard you tried, the tears just wouldn’t stop.

After a bit you’d hear the sounds of a wooden tray being placed on the table in front of you, when you look up you’d see Zhongli offer you a teacup and delicately pour the steaming liquid into it. 

“I’m happy to lend an ear,” and with that you unloaded on him.

He’d nod his head, or keep eye contact to let you know he was listening. He might even ask a few questions here or there - he always asks the most thoughtful questions - it must be due to the wisdom of being around for five thousand years 

Once you begin to calm down and he sees your breathing returning to normal he’d ask you how you were feeling 

Taking in a deep breath you’d exhale out your response, “I’m much better.” 

“Good.” He’d run his fingers through your hair and give you a warm smile. 

“Sorry for venting at you …” 

“No need - I am glad to be of assistance.” He carefully places his cup back onto the table before looking back at you, “I often find walks along the harbor rather rejuvenating, would you care to join me?” 

“Please,” you’d say, taking his hand. 

Kaeya

Kaeya had seen people cry before, but it would throw him for a loop to see you suddenly burst into tears in front of him 

You were always so calm and collected, never really letting things get to you - so this was new for him when it came to you

“Hey, this is unlike you … what happened?” he’d inquire, kneeling down in front of you. 

“I’m having a really bad day, and …” the words catch in your throat, “I don’t know, i’m sorry.” 

“You don’t need to apologize,” his fingers brushed away the tears on your face. 

“It’s just really stupid …” 

“What is?” 

“Me crying over it all…” you let out a huff as your tears mixed with your personal frustration. 

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” he’d counter. 

“It doesn’t help me with my problems though, it just wastes my time.” 

“Does it make you feel better afterwards?” his question made you think.

Finally, you answered, “I guess. A little.” 

“Then, it’s not a waste of your time.” He kissed the tip of your nose. 

He’d make sure you knew he was open to listening to whatever your problems were - don’t be surprised if he offers you solutions, or just tells you he will deal with the problem for you - if it made you happy he’d take any weight off of your shoulder

Kaeya is the type of person to go the extra mile, even if it’s behind the scenes, actually, especially if it’s behind the scenes 

If the source of your stress was somehow gone: the problem dealt with, or the person frustrating you no longer bothered you, you’d find yourself sharing your confusion with him

“Oh, well isn’t that convenient…” he’d say and you’d catch the mischief in his eyes

[thestorycfus]

And I wonder if you'd take it slow

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x gn!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just college au domestic fluff.

Summary: College is leaving you way too overworked, so Wanda uses her magic to distract you until you give yourself a break.

Word count: 963

A/N: I didn’t proof read, so there’s probably some mistakes. This is my first Wanda fic, I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

If you had to choose one word to describe your semester, you would probably pick “chaos”. College had never been a calm experience, but, this time, it seemed like all of your professors had come together in a twisted deal to drown you in deadlines and tests. After finishing a paper that was due in a few hours, you were trying to catch up on the readings for a test the next morning. All you wanted was to relax for a minute, maybe take a quick nap, but there was just no time.

Surrounded by books, loose papers and colorful markers, you sat at the dining table in the apartment you shared with your girlfriend. She would be home any minute now, and you could already anticipate her rant. You needed to sleep, to take it easy, to give yourself a break. This routine wasn’t good for your body or your mind and that unhealthy cycle had to be broken. Of course, Wanda was right, but you were too anxious and stubborn to give in, no matter how much you would like to.

You shook those thoughts away and tried to focus on your work. You managed to pay attention to the subject, highlighting and annotating the main points, but that didn’t last for long. Soon, the door was opened silently, a red glow making the doorknob move as Wanda entered the room with her arms full of groceries.

“Hey, sweetheart. How is that paper going?” The bags of groceries flew to the table and Wanda walked to you, giving you a small kiss before checking what you were reading.

“I finished it, finally! I’m not even halfway through the readings for Johnson’s test tomorrow, though. I don’t know how I’m going to finish this in time.” You pouted, trying to reorganize the sources in front of you.

“Maybe you should try to get some rest before you continue. It would be easier to focus if you had had a break in the last five days, you know.” She smiled, running her hands over your hair. You both knew that you weren’t that easy to convince, but Wanda would always give it a try just in case.

“I will get a break, I promise. In three days.” You offered, hoping that Wanda would recognize a lost case and let it go.

For a few minutes, it looked like she had. The redhead took the groceries to the small kitchen, and you could hear cabinets opening and closing while each item was put in place. You reread the last paragraph of the page, trying to decode the words. And then, you felt a kiss at the back of your neck, right where Wanda always kissed you, and you turned around, looking for her.

There was nothing there. From the kitchen, still came the sounds of cans and boxes being placed, and Wanda’s light footsteps hadn’t stopped. You turned back to the page and read the paragraph once more. And then you got a vivid image in your head, but it wasn’t at all related to the subject you were studying. It was an image of Wanda’s hair spread over your arm as you two cuddled in bed, a mess of blankets and limbs and you and her. You could almost smell her shampoo as she moved, hugging you closer. You could feel her touch in your arms, the movement of her hands against your skin. The sensation was so clear in your mind, just as if…

Oh.

“That is very much not fair, Wan. I had almost finished this page. Not fair at all.” You said, not bothering to look around. You knew she was still in the kitchen, but she was definitely listening.

Her laughter came floating in the air, making you smile despite how tired and stressed you were. All cabinets were closed at the same time and Wanda walked out of the kitchen, running her hands over your arms just like she did in the vision she gave you. You gave up and turned around to look at her. Studying wasn’t going very well anyway.

“If you won’t take care of yourself, sweetheart, I gotta take this into my own hands. With whatever weapons I find available.” She reinforced her point by bending down to kiss you, holding you close.

“Just a nap, then.” You got up, giving her your best puppy eyes, and allowing her to lead you to the bedroom.

“A nap and then dinner. I’m cooking.” There was no point in arguing with her. Instead, you just kissed her shoulder and pulled her to bed.

“Okay, Wan. And if I don’t pass that test, can you mind wipe the professor to give me a good grade?” You joked, getting comfortable as Wanda passed her arms around you, covering you both in blankets.

“It’s very unethical to get inside someone’s mind without an invitation, honey. I could get my magical license suspended.” She looked so cute pretending to be serious that you couldn’t even be mad.

“Let’s keep that in mind when I have my finals, okay?” You sighed, burying your face in her shoulder and already feeling sleepy. You weren’t sure if it was Wanda’s magic or if you were just that tired.

“No promises. I forget the rules when you forget to be kind to yourself.” She whispered, kissing your hair and holding you close. Your heart shattered at how much she cared, at how dedicated she was to making sure you were well.

“Oh, Wan…” You tried to speak, but you felt her shaking her head.

“Sleep now, sweetheart. We got this. You just need to rest.” You nodded, letting her warmth surround you and breathing in her perfume. In five minutes, you were both asleep.

[omsimping]

Fic: After the Party

So I know Solomon's birthday was back in December but I kind of... forgot I'd written this?

Anyway I follow @still-a-morosexual-help and I adore all of their insights and once upon a time, they posted this about why Mammon did what he did at Solomon's party. And then I ran with it and wrote this.

Pairing: GN! MC x Mammon

Warnings: A little suggestive towards the end. When I post on AO3, I'll rate it T.

Note: This is written in 3rd person, MC is called MC and uses they/them pronouns. I'm pretty confident that I didn't refer to their body at all or their gender, but please let me know if you see something.

Mammon calls MC treasure and MC calls Mammon love.

Also! MC and Mammon are exclusive in this fic.

Spoilers for Solomon's 2021 Birthday Event.

Word Count: 1.6k

Edit to add AO3 link

MC saw Solomon out of the house when the festivities were finally over.  He thanked them once again, arms full of cards and presents, and told them to get some rest.  MC agreed and shut the door before turning and heading up the stairs to Mammon's room.

He'd retired early, claiming he was all partied out and needed to rest up so he could go to the casino tomorrow night.  MC didn't buy it and neither did anyone else, if the pointed silence from Lucifer and the uncharacteristic frown from Asmo were to be believed.

They knocked softly on his door and waited for a few moments before letting themself in, blinking as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.  The only light source was the lone bulb hanging over his loft.  He always left that on when he slept.

MC finally made out the figure in the bed, bunched up in blankets and shifting occasionally.  They sighed, letting their shoulders fall, and toed off their shoes and socks, leaving them to the side of the door.  Then they stripped to their underwear and snagged his oversized sweatshirt off the back of the couch.  (He'd deny it forever, but MC was certain he only got it so they could "steal" a piece of his clothing and comfortably wear it without the fear of it being too tight or getting stretched out.)  They automatically lifted the collar to their nose and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his deodorant and his cologne and his soap and him.  MC was aware that this action made them seem all the more like a sappy, love-drunk fool but ... if the shoe fit.

They finally made their way to his bed and let themself under the covers with him, reaching out until their hand connected with his arm, and then they moved closer, tucking their feet between his ankles as the hand slid around to his stomach and they could finally feel the warmth of his back against their chest and the tickle of his hair on their nose and every steady rise and fall of his diaphragm against their palm.  And still they moved closer, their knees pressing into the back of his knees and their mouth finding his scalp and it was only at that moment that they could let out their breath and with it the stress of the day.  Their eyes slid closed.

Mammon stirred a minute later, rolling over and throwing his arm around their waist, half asleep and mumbling their name with casual reverence.  The crown of his head found the tip of their chin and he nosed at their neck with a few lazy kisses.

"Hey, love," MC whispered.

"Mm, hey treasure."  His hands dipped under the hem of their - well, his - sweatshirt and his fingertips danced over the bare skin of their hips.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"'S okay."  He took an audible breath, exhaling against their throat.  "You're good to wake up to."  He pulled out of their embrace just enough to grab his D.D.D. and check the time.  "The party's over already?"

"Everyone was tired, and Solomon wanted to work on his water some more."  They bit their lip.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

Mammon winced, looking away but pressing his legs closer to theirs.  "Whaddya mean?"

"Writing 'MC will never be yours' on your card?  Challenging Solomon to a contest for my affections?  Running away and crying when you lost?  Going to bed early?  I'm worried about you."

"Don't be," he said stubbornly.  "I'm fine.  It's just - how come he got to hang out with ya all week?"

"He needed help with his project."  They reached up and pushed his bangs aside, letting their fingers linger on his temple.  "And being his assistant is helping me learn a lot more about magic, too."

Mammon huffed.  "Can't ya do that some other time?  Like when you're stuck in the Human Realm?  I mean, since you can see each other whenever ya like, anyway."

Ah.  There it was.  MC leaned close, bumping their nose to his in a bunny kiss.  "Is that what's bothering you?  That Solomon can visit me whenever he wants?"

He rolled onto his back but kept a hand on them.  "I mean - he's not - it's not like I wanna - what's so great about him anyway?  Just 'cause he's smart and good at magic and he can -"  His voice cracked and he grew quiet.  MC waited, watching his tense form in the darkness.  Then Mammon sighed, slumping like all the fight vanished from him.  "He's human.  Just like you."

"Okay."

"You guys could do whatever ya wanted and it wouldn't matter if the three realms were on speakin' terms.  He could ..."  He draped an arm over his eyes.  "Nothin' could stop you from gettin' married."

MC blinked, dumbfounded.  "I've never thought about it, but I guess that's ... technically true.  Not that it matters, because I don't want to be with Solomon."

"He has feelings for you."

"And that's his problem."  They both rolled back onto their sides, facing each other once again.  "Mammon, I promise you have nothing to worry about from him.  We're friends and he's my tutor.  That's it.  Besides," they added with a grin even as their face heated, "there's only one being in the three realms I'd even consider marrying, and I'm looking right at him."

A beat.  Then Mammon said, "There's someone behind me?"

MC hit him with their pillow, which led to Mammon confiscating it, which led to MC trying to tickle him, which led to Mammon rolling on top of them to restrain them, which inevitably led to them making out.

"I love you," MC breathed when they broke apart, moving to trail kisses down his neck.  "I love you so much; it doesn't matter how long I'm away from you or where I am.  I always love you, every second of every day, and I want to be with you until the end of time."  They punctuated this with a soft bite to his collarbone.  "And I'm gonna keep telling you and doing everything I can to show you until you have absolutely no room to worry about it."

"I - I love you too."  He buried his face in their shoulder.  "I'm sorry.  You're always so nice to me, even when I don't -"  A deep, stuttering breath.  "I'm sorry," he repeated.  "I know everyone likes you but - gah, I just love you so much it drives me crazy!"

They laughed, nuzzling the side of his head.  "At least you're in good company."  They twirled the baby hairs on the back of his neck.  "I get it.  It feels like we never have enough time just to ourselves."

He groaned in agreement.

"But we do have right now."

Mammon pulled away to look at them.  "Careful with whatcha say next, treasure.  You know how I get when you talk like that."

MC grinned.  "And no matter how much or how little time we have, it doesn't change the fact that I'm yours."

He inhaled sharply.  "You're mine," he echoed, an edge to his voice.

"And how lucky I am to be yours."  They reached up, cradling his face in their hands and bringing him closer, pressing their forehead against his.  Their breaths intermingled.

"Dammit," Mammon breathed.

"Kiss me."

Mammon kissed them.  Then he kissed them again.  And again.  And again.  And again.

MC moved their legs out from underneath him, bending their knees up so his hips could rest in between their thighs.

"Ya mean it?" Mammon asked when they broke apart.

MC narrowed their eyes, trying to recall what they'd told him.  "Yes," they finally said, their hands still firm on his face, thumbs caressing the tops of his cheekbones.  "Yes, Mammon, I'm lucky to be yours."

He let out a noise suspiciously close to a whimper.  "S-say it again."

"I'm lucky to be yours."  They kissed him.

"Again."  Their lips were still brushing.  MC didn't want to let him get too far away.

"I'm."  Kiss.  "Lucky."  Kiss.  "To."  Kiss.  "Be."  Kiss.  "Yours."  With this, they kissed him deeply, tangling one hand in his hair and moving to wrap their legs around him.  The movement made him moan into their mouth.

MC knew that this hadn't made his insecurities magically disappear, and they'd need to have a longer discussion about this in the near future, but that could wait.  Tonight they just wanted to focus on making sure he knew how lucky they were, how much they loved him.

"And," Mammon gasped out the next time they broke for air, "and I'm yours too.  And I'm lucky.  And I want ..."  His hands hovered over the hem of their sweatshirt.  "This mine?"

Fine, his sweatshirt.

"I stole it.  I can always take it off, if it bothers you."

"Aw, you don't hafta."  Then his eyes widened.  "Wait, yes.  You should.  But keep it.  Keep the shirt.  But take it off now."

They laughed.  "Jeez, Mammon, make up your mind."

"It's your own damn fault -"  He stopped short when they removed the sweatshirt.  "Yeah."

They opened their arms to him.  "Come here, love."

He wasted no time moving into their embrace.  "I'm not as good with words as you."  He pressed frenzied kisses to their collarbone.  "Lemme show ya.  Lemme show you what ya mean to me."  He moaned when MC arched into his touch.  "Please."

They hated to stop him, but...  "No."  They tugged his hair and he pulled away.  "No, because it's my turn to show you."  They flipped positions and straddled his thighs.  He stared at them with wide, awestruck eyes.  MC leaned close, brushing their lips against his once.  "Will you let me do that for you?"

He nodded jerkily, and they began showing him.

Rest could wait until later, after all.

[ask-modern-demon]

Welcome To The Show: @molly-raindrop liked for a starter.

It was another days work done at the old studio. The ol dancing demon had just finished his last few lines for an upcoming cartoon in the works and he was plum tuckered out. Before his old creator Henry Stein had given his untimely farewell to the studio things were relatively calm and non stressful. The workers got a good amount of relaxation time and pay, workloads weren't as big, and the big boss of the place, Joey Drew, was a more carefree and zen kind of person. Now it was just workload after workload, workers never got any time to themselves and Mr.Drew was no longer the man he once was. Constantly badgering employees to get their work done and overall just stressing everyone out, toons included.

But that's a whole story for another day. The toon had just made his way back to his dressing room, about to grab the knob of the door to go inside before he heard a rather loud racket, the sounds of metal clanking and something hitting wooden floorboards rang throughout the studio. Without a moment to waste he quickly raced his way to the source of the noise, leading him right to the room that held the very foundation of the studio, the reason why this ol studio was as prominent as it was today. The ink machine.

Somehow, the ink machine had been left on for a certain amount of time causing the black substance to leak out all over the wooden flooring. The ink demon quickly ran over, finding the switch that kept the ink flowing and turned it off, giving a sigh of relief.

"Golly, that was uh close one..seems like I'm gonna have one heck of uh mess on my hands when the gang gets here tomorrow. Ah well~ It'll sort itself out!"

The toon turned around to make his way back to his dressing room, not really giving much mind to the dark ink that had stained the floorboards. What could he even do anyways? He could just get some soap and water to clean the place up but it was a big mess and it was already really late. If he didn't get sleep Joey would be on his case for sure.

However, upon his departure something had grabbed a hold of his leg, quickly pulling him into the ink before he could even shout for help.

Upon waking up he was met with quite a strange but beautiful sight. Something that he had never seen before in his entire existence. Vibrant and bright colors filled the surrounding areas. He seemed to be in a town of some sort? Where was he anyway? Well, only one way to find out. The demon looked around before spotting a nearby building, a bakery of sorts, and made his way inside.

[seriouslysnape]

The End of the Week

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Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Slight sexual implications.

Word Count: 1,856

A/N: Requests are still being written! I’ve just had this idea foreverrrrr. I gotta show my golden boy some love. I don’t even know what to name this.

“Hey! It’s just hot in here.”

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Cedric was as perfectly content as he could possibly be in this moment. He couldn’t even begin to imagine something better than where he was right now. You were curled up next to him, and the way your head was nuzzled into his neck was spreading extra warmth all over his body with each gentle exhale through your nose onto his skin. The Hufflepuff common room was as still and quiet as could be, considering that everyone else had gone to bed for the evening. 

It had been a hectic week for the both of you. Your schedules had been overcrowded with long Quidditch practices and impossibly difficult exams all while trying to throw in some social time into the balance. You hadn’t seen much of each other that week, only sharing loving glances when you passed in the halls or stealing quick kisses and small conversations between classes. 

The end of the second term was just around the corner, which meant that your workloads would only increase until it was time to leave for summer break. Cedric had made it a priority to spend every free moment that he had with you. He was hoping for you to spend summer vacation with him and his family, but in case his plans fell through, he wanted to be sure to see you as much as possible. 

Friday night had presented a break in the week’s chaos, both of you jumping on the opportunity like a hungry cat on a frightened mouse. Cedric basically snatched you out of your last class of the day when his Quidditch practice was canceled, which opened up his entire evening. The two of you were practically running hand in hand as your feet involuntarily made their way to his prefect room, the serenity and silence of it was calling your names.

Cedric had tossed you onto his bed, attacking you with sweet kisses and doing everything he could to draw laughter out of you. Not being able to be with you or touch you over the course of his stressful week had been killing him. You were his comfort, his single source of solace when life became too much for him. He always felt a little piece of himself missing when he strayed from you for too long.

Cedric had shown no mercy when your waist was between his knees as he tickled and teased at your sides and wherever else he knew you were ticklish. The sound of your happy giggles were music to his ears, which is how he could never bring himself to stop until your lungs were gasping for air and you were desperate with your pleas.

“Ced, stop!” You shrieked through strained laughs.

Cedric’s smile never left his face as he withdrew his hands, chuckling lightly as you wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’ve just missed you.” He admitted, lowering his head and kissing you again once you had caught your breath.

You smirked under his soft lips, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. His heart fluttered at the feeling of your thumb stroking his slightly flushed skin and the way you pushed him onto his back to deepen your kissing.

“I’ve missed you too. I hate this time of year.” You remarked, resting your chin on his chest.

Cedric’s hand was resting on the back of your thigh, his fingertips fiddling with the hem of your skirt. 

“Oh, come on. You love springtime.” Cedric corrected.

“Yeah, I love seasonal allergies that kick my ass every year,” You grumbled sarcastically; “I mean because we hardly see one another this time of year.”

A knowing sigh fell from Cedric’s mouth, allowing his hand beginning to run lazily across the exposed skin on your leg. 

“I know. But we have summer to look forward to,” He mewled; “You know it gets so hot at home that you have to strip down to next to nothing...” Cedric purred.

With a shocked gasp, your arm swung out to playfully smack his shoulder at what he was insinuating.

“Cedric Diggory!”

He laughed with his usual hearty, light voice, gripping you under your arms and pulling you up next to him from where he was lounged up on his pillows. 

“What? I can’t think about my pretty girlfriend wearing nothing but her knickers?” He teased, kissing softly on your neck.

“Not if we’re going to be staying with your family. You have to keep your hands to yourself when they’re around.” You instructed.

Instinctively, your hand came to the back of his head and your fingers buried in his fluffy hair to direct him to your more sensitive areas on your neck. Cedric hummed happily, securing that you were flush with his body and entwining one of your legs between his. 

“Quick nap before dinner?” Cedric suggested, noting that dinner was in an hour and a half.

You perked up at that, eagerly snuggling up to him ever further and draping the covers over the two of you. You and Cedric were exhausted. You could feel the tiredness creeping its way into your bones, and even Cedric’s muscles were much more tense than usual. A small power nap was definitely in order.

“Yes, please.” 

Cedric wrapped his arms around you, his warmth cascading over you in a heavenly way. You were out like a light, your eyelashes fluttering every few minutes or so. Inky darkness had begun to paint the sky over Hogwarts, making the half-moon much more visible as stars began appearing alongside it. Cedric had to wrestle you out of bed, fighting your begs for five more minutes under his warm sheets, because he knew good and well you’d stay curled up for the rest of the night if he didn’t get you up now.

Once you were dragged away from your slumber sanctuary, he persuaded you to follow him to The Great Hall for dinner, walking with your fingers interlaced and whispering sweet nothings to one another. 

You and Cedric had very well become the power couple of your year. If Cedric was around, then you likely weren’t far away. Adolescence wasn’t an easy stage of life for anybody. Cedric considered himself lucky every single day that he had someone to take the journey with him. You and Cedric had blossomed into incredible young adults together, braving the wizarding world with the other in tow. 

Cedric’s future revolved around you, and there wasn’t a single aspect of his life that he hadn’t made sure you were a part of. He had decided long ago that he wanted to marry you soon after graduation. Later down the line, he wanted to have little Diggory kids running around with your eyes and his hair. His life was yours, and yours was his. 

You had protested going to dinner because staying cuddled up with Cedric sounded much better than choking down chicken for the fifth time in a week. But Cedric told you that he wanted you to get some food in your belly before any more shenanigans, so denying you kisses until you had eaten supper was the only way to put his foot down. 

He swept you away once you had both eaten, carrying you off into the Hufflepuff common room. Cedric usually would hang around the common room after dinner to make sure that no one was out after curfew, or until he was too tired to care anymore. Cedric never put too much energy into keeping an eye on mischievous Hufflepuffs, considering there weren’t many anyways and they were always far sneakier than Cedric could keep up with. 

Hufflepuffs of all ages straggled in and up the separated staircases to their dorm rooms, some of them sauntering past you and Cedric and some stopping to rant about their stressful week. Turns out that you weren’t the only ones who had been through the wringer. 

It was late now, you and Cedric being the only ones still up and energized from your nap a few hours ago. Cedric was soaking up every second of this moment, not wanting to forget this feeling in his heart. If he could end every day like this then he’d be the happiest man on Earth. 

“It’s a Hogsmeade weekend,” You announced, carefully breaking the silence; “You want to go tomorrow and I’ll buy you a Butterbeer?” 

Cedric snorted and looked down at your huddled frame, amusement clear on his face.

“Since when have I ever let you buy me anything? As long as I’m breathing, I pay for meals.” He proclaimed.

“It’s a Butterbeer. I’d hardly consider it a meal,” You said; “I just want to spoil you like you do me.” 

The bubbly laughter that came from the Hufflepuff boy’s chest sent a flash of care through your cells, your heartbeat speeding up at the sound of his joy.

“Oh, but I love spoiling you. I have to take care of my favorite girl.” He confessed.

A hot rush went straight to your cheeks, a shy smile appearing on your face that Cedric couldn’t possibly miss. His lips left a small kiss on your cupid’s bow, his voice lowering in the sweetest way.

“After all these years I still know how to make you blush.” He noted with a grin.

“You are very charming, Ced,” You complimented, fidgeting with the collar of his sweater; “And handsome.”

Now it was his turn to blush, his cheeks flooding red with a bashful smile. He caught your look of entertainment, and he was quick to defend himself.

“Hey! It’s just hot in here.” He half-lied, motioning towards the crackling fire in the fireplace just a few feet in front of you.

“Is it now?” You laughed, crawling over and placing a knee on each side of him. Your hands rested on his shoulders, a shudder going down your spine at the feeling of his grip on your hips. Your lips just barely brushed over his, a new mood taking over the room; “It is getting rather warm in here...”

Cedric let out a groan of temptation when you kissed him and rolled your pelvis into his, creating the most delicious friction. It didn’t take long for Cedric to dominate over you, pushing you into the cushions of the sofa and pinning you underneath him. His lips were hot wherever they sucked or left kisses, his aura and familiar feel was your favorite thing ever. 

“I’ve always wanted to make love to you here.” He mumbled, removing his belt from his pants before pushing your skirt up past your hips.

His hair fell onto his forehead in soft tufts when he lowered himself again to look down at the girl he had fallen so in love with. The only person he’d ever truly love with every ounce of his being.

“I love you.” He murmured passionately as he always did.

“I love you, Ced.” You returned.

His kisses and touches resumed, arousal growing and hearts beating with one another’s. It was a perfect moment.

And an even better way to make up for lost time.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

HOME

(All We Have: Part One)

Part Two

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson are close friends and he invites you to move in to his house while you work on his record together

Word count: 1,580

Feels: Friendship Fluff for now

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cursing, mentions of feeling depressed

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - Home

Sia - Dressed in Black 

The Beatles - With a Little Help from My Friends

A/N: Throughout the series there will be changes to the timing of real life events like the pandemic, the release of certain songs etc. There's certain things I want to incorporate into the series, like particular events in MGKs life and lyrics from songs, so some stuff will get moved around to fit in to the story ✌️

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It had been a long evening working in Colson’s home studio, The Boulevard, with him and the gang on the upcoming Tickets to my Downfall album. To say your schedule was busy was an understatement, but Colson had insisted you get involved with the new material after the success of your work together on Hotel Diablo.

Composing music was your main gig, you had an ear for melody and your passion for writing meant you always had lyrics swirling around your head. You had a penchant for dark and melancholy lyrics, finding music to be a source of therapy for you. It was something you and Colson had instantly bonded over. He'd bugged you to list some of the stuff you'd written that he'd know and you had gained his professional respect immediately.

He always kept a close eye on your work, ever the supportive friend and had laid claim to your piece ‘Glass House’ as soon as he'd heard it.

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2019

You were sitting crossed legged on the sofa in your lounge, gently strumming your guitar and gazing off into space and mumbling to yourself, as you worked out some lyrics in your head. Colson was lying on the floor by your feet, scrolling through his phone with earphones in, a blunt in his hand that he occasionally passed up to you. This was a common set up, you found it easier to write in the peace and quiet and Colson has gradually started hanging out at your place more when he needed to focus on his own writing.

"All alone in the glass house, lie awake til the sun's out, pink sky when you come down…"

"Throw me in the damn flames, Bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames…"

You'd started singing out loud, occasionally stopping to scribble down lyrics and make adjustments, not noticing that Colson had removed his earbuds to listen to you

" Dude, that's hard, like, beautiful… " His comment made you jump slightly, you hadn't seen him propping himself up on his elbows, watching you intently "Sing that last bit again"

You blushed slightly, his opinion was always important to you, and started singing. He muttered to himself as you did, then pointed at you "Again!"

Letting out a little laugh and rolling your eyes, you sang again

"Throw me in the damn flames, bury me in gold chains, throw me in the damn flames"

Colson's voice met yours at the end of the line, rapping softly "I'm waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away"

You locked eyes, smiling and he sat upright. "Dude, Im'a need that hook! That spoke to me right there, I've think got something for it that I've been stuck on"

He looked so excited, your heart did a little flip. You'd seen that writing this album had taken it out of him, he'd been digging deep and really going through it emotionally. You could tell it was going to be raw and special from what you'd heard already.

He sat forward and moved the guitar from your lap so he could lean his arms on your knees and looked up at you shooting you puppy dog eyes with those baby blues "Pretty please Y/N"

You laughed and ruffled his hair, "Anything for you Col" Honestly, it'd be an honour to be part of such a personal project, you thought

He wrapped his arms round you and squeezed,

"You're a legend, kid. Get a sample recorded and send it to me!" He grabbed your guitar off the sofa and whipped back around, strumming a few chords as he carried on talking with his back to you, leaning against the sofa "This is gonna be fire, you always just hit the nail on the head, I swear it's like you're in my head sometimes"

You smiled, seeing the wave of motivation that had struck your friend. You felt so lucky to have a friend who was not only so inspiring, but one who 'got it', who understood that music was a form of release. Someone who recognised that it was important to feel these things, rather than encourage you to push dark thoughts away with toxic positivity.

He’d pushed to use your original samples on his record, but as much as you loved writing and singing, you were a behind the scenes kind of gal which had always suited you just fine. Naomi, a mutual friend of you both, came onboard to record them with him. A decision that turned out to be golden… 'Death in my Pocket' would be born not long after, with Naomi doing your lyrics such beautiful justice yet again, perfectly pairing with Colson's emotional rapping.

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From then on Colson had kept you close to his recording. You'd been helping here and there with composition and notation, but your production skills were what was taking centre stage during the most recent sessions. You had a long list of projects you were working through, leaving you chained to your equipment most days and nights anyway so throwing more music into your workload didn't seem like much of a big deal. In all honesty, the chaos of Colson’s studio and the revolving door of personalities that were in and out constantly, made it one of the most fun places to be. You loved what you did for a living and it never really felt like work Even though the guys were a real handful at times, you kind of enjoyed being the studio 'Mami' as they often affectionately referred to you

Everything had wrapped up for the evening and the guys had migrated back into the house. You could hear from the raucous that the drinks must have started flowing freely. You were saving your work and packing up your stuff when Colson bursts back into the studio and throws himself in a chair, spinning it around with his arms in the air.

"You staying for drinks Y/N?" he grins at you, clearly hyper and in party mode

You let out a big sigh "Urgh, I'd love to but I have an early start tomorrow. I finally managed to get an apartment viewing. I swear I've looked at a hundred places now, they get snapped up so quickly.. I've only got a few weeks left on my lease as well"

“Ah, that sucks kid” Colson empathises, spinning his chair again before an idea strikes him “Wait! Why don’t you move in here for a bit until you find a place? The guest room is pretty much your room anyway, the amount you crash here”

You laugh “This is true, that mattress is so much better than mine! Aw Col, that would honestly be so helpful, the stress of finding a place when I’m this busy is killing me. I don't know… You sure the guys won’t mind?”

Colson scoffs “Why would they mind? You practically live here anyway” he teases “I’m sure they’ll be just as stoked as I am at the thought of you joining the madhouse for a while”

Before you have a chance to respond, he stands up and throws his arms around you, squashing you into him tightly “That’s it decided Roomie. Another song in the bag and a new housemate, plenty to celebrate tonight!”

Wriggling out of his tight grasp, you laugh and in a deep voice shout “let’s goooooo” mocking his signature catchphrase. He flips you his middle finger and says “Kitchen, now”

Once you’re in the kitchen, Colson heads to get you a drink and grabs one himself. Appearing back at your side, he passes you your beer and then shouts out to the rest of the group,

“YO, meet our latest housemate, Y/N is moving in. LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO”

Everyone in the kitchen lets out a big cheer, clearly pleased as he said they would be. Colson bends down and picks you up, swinging you around in a circle, spilling your drinks all over the both of you as you shout his name in mock annoyance, between giggles.

“I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for” Rook laughs, clinking his drink against your now empty beer bottle once your feet are back on the floor

“It’ll be good to have another pair of hands around here, looking after you lot” Ashleigh chimes in, laughing and slapping Slim away as he pulls her hood up over her head, covering her eyes

It had been 5 years since you'd made the decision to move to LA, barely knowing a soul. You'd worked several jobs, jumped from place to place, worked your ass off to catch your break in the music business, sometimes feeling like the grind would never get you anywhere.

There had been times where you felt like you couldn't carry on, aching from trying to keep pace. The dream had felt like it was turning into a nightmare, as you tried to make ends meet, feeling so lonely in this enormous city.. but eventually you'd made these amazing friends who made you feel so safe and loved.

Now, there were times you had to pinch yourself just to make sure it was all real.

As you shake off some of the beer that's dripping from your hands, you look around the kitchen. Taking in the crazy, loveable bunch before you, your new housemates, you are filled with gratitude. You finally felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be…

Home.

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❌❌ Lace up!

[calliecat93]

Hi Callie! In your opinion, what are the top ten best Mccoy centric episodes in TOS? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, thanks for reading anyways! ❤️

Ooh, good question! This is a little hard because McCoy, compared to Kirk and Spock, didn’t get a lot of centric episodes. Actually I think he only really got like… two out of 79 episodes (depending on how you view it). But he DOES have a large prescence in others, so let me see here…

1. The Empath Technically it’s a Triumvirate episode, but this has McCoy’s best moment in the entire show. Like if you want to understand McCoy’s character, this is the episode that you turn to. I already blabbed about why once so I’ll let that go into it for me.

2. For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky: While some of the execution is a bit iffy, this is still a realy excellent episode. Mainly because DeForest Kelley plays McCoy here with everything that he has and just nails everything, McCoy’s sadness, loneliness, and invevat le fate of dying in a year, masterfully. The episode would be NOWHERE near as good if not for De Kelley.

3. The Man Trap: This and the last one are the only two McCoy-centric episodes, at least that I recall. This one often gets overlooked since it’s first so I think that the emotional impact gets lost. But God McCoy in this episode is just outright tragic. I wrote a whole post about it because it felt so unfair that it was overlooked because there is SO MUCH there. Also mrke amazing De Kelley acting

4. All Our Yesterdays: While McCoy does spend a good chunk of it passed out from hypothermia, he is freakin’ excellent in this episode. He’s not only hilarious (“He means it’s cold!”, De’s delivery made me burst out laughing) but when he’s finally awake, he’s just freakin’ awesome. He put himself at GREAT risk to snap Spock out of his mental state and then went ‘screw it’ and tried to find the portal home cause he wants his life back, with or without Spock (but preferably with Spock). He’s just great~!

5. Return to Tomorrow: This whole episode is super underrated. It’s the one where the alien beings posess Kirk, Spock, and Lady of the Week’s bodies. McCoy is the ONLY rational person in the episode and the one who has to deal with the majority of the problem. He has to both worry about everyone’s minds in the orbs and what the aliens do to their human bodies and is VERY concerned throughout. It also demonstrates how devkted to his profession and oath that he is. He even outright risks Kirk dying for good, as painful as it is for him, because it would mean allowing another to die and like Hell is he doing that. Seriously, this one is so freakin’ overlooked.

6. Bread and Circuses/The Immunity Syndrome/The Tholian Web: Yeah three way tie cause they all have one thing in common: they feature his complicated relationship with Spock. The first one I wrote a whole meta about already. It’s a Spones analysis, but it reflects why McCoy himself is great in this episode along with all hos geneal grumpy snark throughout. Oh and the ending with him throwing a mattess at a guy… and he wins IIRC. Best underrated comedy moment EVER. With the second, he’s not at all happy with Spock being picked over him to examine the amoeba and that Spock may die. Their whole interaction in the hangar, McCoy waiting until the doors close to wish Spock luck, Spock’s seeming final words, and of course “Shut up Spock! We’re rescuing you!”. The last one of course has Kirk gone and McCoy is angry, grieving, and stressed with everyone losing their minds and Spcok pressuring him to fix it all at the same time and he takes it out on Spock. Then they see Kirk’s final message and we all know what happens after. All three do such a great job showing how much McCoy cares about Spock and showcasing how great they really are together, and not even just the shippy sense. Only reason they’re at six is because of how closely tied to Spock he is in those episodes instead of being the central character, but he IS still central in them and showcase some of his best moments. So I hope I got my point across XD

7. A Private Little War: The episode’s message is kind of… questionable. But ignoring thay, McCoy is the real freakin’ hero of this story. It’s only because of him that Kirk survived and he’s more than willing to contront him on his questionable decision making. Which is the very thing that Kirk brought him for to begin with. It’s one of the best episode to show how much he cares about Kirk and the lengths he’ll go for him. Oh and he kept Spock from dying along with Chapel and M’Benga. Thank God he has competent medical staff who can do the job without him XD

8. Journey to Babel: Okay yes this is a Spock episode, but McCoy is VERY prominent throughout. He’s both hilarious in the cold opening and we all remember his reaction to Spock’s ‘teddy bear’ XD. But he managed to conduct a VERY risky surgery that put Spock and Sarek at great risk if he screwed up. A surgery he’s never really conducted. And during a battle that causes frequent rattling to boot. He succeeded and the episode appropriately rewards him by allowing him the final word. It’s not only oen of the best episodes showing why he’s the CMO, but he’s just freakin’ great the whole episode.

9. Amok Time: Again it’s a Spock episode, but I repeat what I said about Return to Tomorrow: McCoy is the real hero. He’s the one who recognizes that something is horribly wrong, puts up with zero excuses, actually usus logic to get Spock to comply, and of course it was him who saved both Kirk and Spock’s sorry butts. They’d both likely be dead had McCoy not been there. He may have had the least screentime of the three, but he damn wel made up for it.

10. Operation: Annahilate: It has one of the saddest but strongest McCoy scenes. Through the whole episode he’s super protectice of Spock, running various tests to get rid of the parasites and trying to keep Kirk’s kid nephew alive all at the same time. Then he gets made by Kirk and Spock to risk blinding the latter… and DOES blind him. Then his face when the test result revelaed that he didn’t need to use an jntense light and being outright unresponsive when Kirk calls him later… just ouch. It’s one of those moments I wish it had gone more in depth, but upseide is we have haply McCoy by the end. Want proof of how much he cares for Spock and others? Here you go

And he has really good scenes in other episodes despite varying levels of prominence (Miri, Space Seed, The Galileo Seven, This Side of Pradise, The City on the Edge of Forever, Mirror, Mirror, Friday’s Child, The Ultimate Computer, Spock’s Brain… no seriosuly he’s the biggest bright spot in that and for certain S3 episodes tbh). It’s a HUGE shame that he was treated like the third wheel both in series and the films, and even now gets the raw end of the deal in popular media. But I hope that this was a satisfactory list Anon. Sorry it got all wordy and long, I can’t help myself sometimes XD

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[chibiwritesstuff]

Hey! I'm the one that asked for the Lilia and Malleus ask. I love what you wrote so much man! (My poor heart died 😂) I am a big sucker for happy endings tho. So when you get the time can I ask for a happy ending ?

Ha, my laptop thought they won against me but I came out victorious (even though I took literal months to publish this.) In my defense, all the versions I’ve written for this didn't suit my tastes (not that this is any good either.) Hope this makes justice for such a long wait. Here’s the sequel/good ending for the angst fic.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

Walking past the now dying garden that used to flourish in Ramshackle dorm, he sighed as he reminisces about the times you two stroll and spends time together. It's been years since you’ve left NRC, He and Lilia are about to graduate tomorrow, Silver will be a fourth-year student and the new vice-dorm leader while Sebek will be in his third year and the dorm leader much to the said fae’s surprise. He chuckled at the memory of how honored and tearful the young fae is upon being selected as its prefect.

“I have so much to tell you, (y/n).” He whispered at the wind.

“Hey, Tsunotarou!” The familiar voice of the tanuki cat being called that long-forgotten name.

“Hey, Tsunotarou! Are we going on a walk again tonight?” You smiled at him, your hand extended as an invitation.

“Grimm, wasn’t it?” He crouched down to pet the said creature.

“Hey! I’m not a pet!” The flames on his ears flared, responding to his emotions. “What are you doing here, anyway? The roses are all dead.”

A wave of sadness flashed in his eyes as another memory resurfaced. Returning his gaze towards the dead flowerbed, he let the memory linger.

“Thanks for the seeds, Tsunotarou!” You excitedly began digging and planting said seeds. “To commemorate our friendship, these roses will be our friendship roses!”

“Yes, they are…” His hand ceased from moving before sitting down the ground. “It’s all gone…”

“By the way, I never managed to get the courage to ask you but why did (y/n) went back home crying that time?”

“I was but a foolish man…” The young heir steered his gaze towards the night sky before closing his eyes. “Had I just enjoyed the present than worry about the future, perhaps they would still be here and smile brightly like they always had.”

“I’m sure if you say sorry, they’ll forgive you.” Grimm responded nonchalantly. “They said saying sorry is the first step to forgiveness… or something like that.”

He chuckled and stood up heading towards his dorm. “If things were only that easy…”

That night, he slept and dreamt about you two walking in the bed of roses you’ve grown at Ramshackle. Loving every single moment that you two get to spend subconsciously knowing that once he wakes up, he’ll return to the harsh reality of you not being by his side.

“Tsunotaro, I think I have fallen for you.” You quietly said warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Will you let me stay by your side till the last breath I take?”

This is all but a dream… so I can keep dreaming, right?

“Yes, only if you’ll let me do the same.”

“Really?!” Joy showed throughout your being which made him smile back. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow! Happy graduation!”

He woke up gasping for air. That dream sounded too good to be true and yet… he can’t help but be hopeful. Putting on a happy face, he got dressed on what Lilia laid out for him and this time, everybody remembered to tell him the time of the celebration. He can’t help but laugh just thinking what your reaction would have been about the changes of the students' behavior towards him after he tried to socialize better. Heading towards the stage getting his diploma as odd as it is, he acted formally as he mingled with the rest of the dorm leaders until a voice echoed throughout the area.

“Tsunotarou!” Receiving a hug from the back as the voice caught him off guard, he turned still not believing what he’s seeing. “Congrats on graduating!”

“(y/n)?” His voice faltered, overwhelmed with so many emotions. “How? Why? I –”

“Uh-oh… Lilia! Your king here is having an information overload!” You called which made the said fae laugh out loud.

“How are you here?” He finally managed to ask. “The mirror –”

“Ah, that would be my doing…” Idia whispered but managed to catch everyone’s attention. “It was an accident! I was messing around to make a teleporter so I can just teleport to the store than having to leave the dorm but it ended up making people travel through dreams then I managed to talk to (y/n). Then we both decided we might as well try to make travel here and back to their world possible.”

“Looks like you did meet me once upon a dream, yeah?” You grinned at the joke about his ancestor’s song.

He merely hugged you, savoring each second of being around your arms. “I don’t have anything ready but if you’ll give me a second chance…”

He lets go and kneeled on one knee before looking up to you once more. “Will you be my spouse till the day you draw your last breath?”

Time is but a blink of an eye for fae and before he knew it, the Star Sending is happening once again. He was happy when Silver and Sebek were chosen to be Star Gazers albeit the mentioned students aren’t. He strummed his electric guitar with no particular music in mind as he lets his mind wander until his gaze dropped on a familiar mug.

“Happy Birthday, Lilia!” You grinned as you handed him a mug that said “No. 1 Gamer Dad” on it. “Hope you like it!”

His lips curled into a faint smile as he remembered that day. It's been a year since you left and yet it felt like it was just yesterday. Letting go of the instrument, he walked towards the mug and lifted it intending to fill it with tomato juice.

“How have you been, little one?” He spoke towards the image of you in his head. “I hope life is treating you better in your world.”

Without me in it… he sighed as sadness filled his chest. If I could change the past, or at least be given another chance… will you give your love to me once more?

“Old m –” Silver cleared his throat before entering. “I mean, Lilia. I’m here to take your wish.”

He took a deep breath before putting a huge smile to face his son. “Ah, yes of course! You know my wish. I wish for both –”

“Stop.”

This surprised the old fae as his son never raised his voice on him. “We both know that that’s not your true wish.”

“Silver, do humor me and just let me finish my wish.” He pouted, swirling the tomato juice in the mug before drinking it.

“Father, we all know how much you love them.” The young knight sighed before taking a seat on a nearby chair. “You always gush about them whenever we eat or do anything.”

“Oh Silver, I appreciate the concern but sometimes you got to let go.” A forlorn smile graced his lips.

“And sometimes you have to be selfish!” Both of them looked surprised at his outburst yet Silver regained his composure and continued. “You love them, right?! Then why not be with them? You took me in out of love, right?”

“There’s a big difference here, Silver.” Lilia rubbed his temple as stress starts to build up.

“What’s the difference? We’re both humans with a short lifespan so you can't use that as an excuse!” His silver eyes narrowing as he gazed upon his father before widening. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?”

He let out a defeated chuckle before nodding. “You’ve grown so much, Silver. I’m so proud of you, you know?”

“Why? You could have been happily living with them.”

“Because I’m afraid to witness her death if we ever do start a family together.” At last, the older fae began letting his tears fall in front of his son. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive seeing her pass while I still live on. I want it to last for all eternity but to remove her mortality is too inhumane.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Silver lowered his head, having a little understanding of what he meant. “I didn’t mean to –”

“So, for my wish this Star Sending…” After a pathetic attempt to control his tears, he gulped and continued. “I want to be given another chance to be with them… and this time, I’ll bear the pain of losing them when the time comes.”

A shine of light filled the wishing star confirmed his wish inside the item. Silver walked towards him and let the man cry his heart out in his arms. He both felt sad and honored that Lilia is willing to cry in front of him. He truly hopes that his father’s wish is granted. Bringing out the wishing star, he proclaimed his wish.

“I wish (y/n) can return in twisted wonderland once more.”

“Silver, you didn’t have to waste your wish for this…”

“I don’t mind having a parent like them.” He smiled before heading towards the door with both wishing stars at hand. “They’re a much better cook than you anyway.”

“Hey!”

The day of Star Sending has arrived and everybody is once again by the huge tree behind NRC. It went well without a hitch and Lilia’s phone filled with recordings of Sebek and Silver dancing in perfect sync towards the taiko being played by Jack of Savanaclaw. As all students began returning to their dorms, the bat fae decided to stay a little longer and was given privacy by the rest of the Diasomnia students.

“Catch me, Lilia!” A voice screamed from above.

Turning his attention to the voice’s origin. His eyes widened before extending his arms ready to catch the person. A huge smile on his face as you landed safely into his arms. You let out a sigh of relief as you steadied yourself in his hold.

“Do not question why I was up in the air.” You huffed, glaring at the sky. “Safe landing my ass! I was dropped off 50ft up in the air!”

“My oh my, did you fall in love with me all over again?” He teased as he covertly wiped his tears.

“I saw that and maybe but I would still prefer a much safer landing.” You huffed before smiling at him. “What happened to the ‘I wish for world peace between all creatures’ wish, huh?”

“How did you know?”

“My coworker and I were trying to make a portal to get me back here because I forgot some stuff here to grab and funnily enough those wishing stars became our fuel source to open that portal.” You pulled out your phone and confirmed your arrival with a whole long spiel on how the landing would have killed you if you weren’t caught by Lilia. “But by your wish I assume there’s no need for me to get packing away from here?”

“Yes, if you’ll give me another chance.” He held out his hand, a makeshift flower ring on his palm. “Will you give me the honor of being your significant other?”