#we are better now... i'll probably get some games in by tomorrow!!

[squoobest]

i had the most splitting headache during frostyfest tonight that all i could do to channel my thoughts about it was draw big man snow angel

[visceralmoth]

god maybe i am depressed

[littlelovelunette]

age gap relationship reader x sevika, whereas reader is at her parents and they would never approve her relationship so they sneak off to each others houses and just fuck. it’s more sexy when sevika goes to readers house secretly and even tho reader doesn’t wanna admit it and she’s scared they might get caught by her parents lol

Only If They Knew

Contains smut, mentions of parental abuse, gambling, nipple play, fingering, gagging, implications of getting caught

As you walk into your room, you call Sevika. You had just finished your class and you were exhausted but wanted to check up on your girlfriend.

When she picked up, due to the dimmed lights around her, you could tell she was probably at a bar, gambling and effortlessly winning.

"Hey, babydoll, how was class?" Sevika asked, propping her phone so she could continue playing her game, she didn't mind talking to you over the phone while she was doing anything really.

Even if her social image was super important to her and always had been, she could never deny the thought of spending time with you even if it was through a measly screen and WiFi.

"Not too well, my mocks are coming up and I'm barely done with the whole syllabus," you said, letting your hair down from your claw clip ponytail, the silky locks cascading down your face, framing it and giving you a much softer look now.

"Mhm? Is that so?" Sevika hummed as she used her hand to pull the chips towards her already stacking pile of chips, "Hmmm, well, maybe you should study now then."

You sighed and shook your head, "Not so easy, Sev," You propped your head up using one hand and sighed, "It's almost impossible with all the sexual frustration pent up in my body."

"Is it now?" Sevika asked, her voice now an octave lower, she didn't care if the men playing Poker with her heard. She took a sip of her drink and glanced at the phone screen.

"Mhm, last time I touched myself was like... Weeks ago and you punished me for it at your place so I won't really, y'know, repeat," you said, sighing and tilting your head a little.

You watched her play in comfortable silence before reaching out and turning the switch off so the only light illuminating your face was the table lamp and your phone's screen brightness.

"You should sleep, love. Have you eaten?" Sevika asked.

"Yeah, I ate out with a few friends," you answered before questioning back, "Have you eaten?"

"Nah, how can I? You're all the way there at your parents'," she let that sink in for a while before chuckling and shaking her head, "I did, don't worry, bunny, go sleep now."

"I wish you were here so we could spoon and all," you sighed a little, pouting your bottom lip out like an offended child.

Sevika found you absolutely adorable and a little annoying but not in a negative way. You were 21 and she was 41, not the most ideal age gap, but it was definitely something your parents would slap you silly for.

But oh would it be so cozy being curled up in those juicy biceps of Sevika's and being awoken with kisses to the forehead, tender and loving as ever. Someone as experienced as Sevika would do anything to please you. Just thinking of it made you all giddy.

"I wish that too, doll," she exhaled the smoke from her nostrils, "Wanna come to mine tomorrow after your class ends?"

"I wish, I can't, I need to use the break to get some revision in," you said with a shake of your head in pure disappointment, pulling your fuzzy blankets over your head, "I'll just sleep now then, I guess."

You seemed sad and Sevika didn't let that just slide past her.

She noticed.

With the amount of women she'd dated before she knew how to understand when women masked their true feelings and knew better than to blatantly ask "What's wrong? You seem upset." When she was clearly aware of what made you upset.

"Goodnight, love," Sevika said letting you hang up first after you both exchanged I love you's and she finished her game.

By the time she finished it was 1 AM, she started walking towards your house, nothing really going through her mind.

Despite the more rational part of hers telling her to turn and walk back to her own house, she didn't let herself act on logic, only instinct.

Climbing the wall with ease, she reached your window, which was a bit open already for ventilation. Sevika climbed in, her feet landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Sevika inched closer to your floral duvet, grabbing the edge slowly and lifting it to see your sleeping figure. "My princess," she whispered under her breath and slowly clicked the lock of your room so your parents couldn't barge inside.

Sevika pulled the duvet down so she could see your figure properly, feeling the wetness dripping and soaking her shorts.

She leaned in, lips slowly grazing yours as her hands held your boobs in her big palms, squeezing them and rolling your nipples over your thin nightdress.

"M-mmmph..." As you stirred and slowly woke up, Sevika let out a little grin followed by a soft chuckle.

"Stay quiet, yeah?" Sevika whispered and you nodded before letting out a shuddering breath.

"Oh, Sevika, I can't, it feels too good," you whimpered and she sighed, letting your panties slip down your legs slowly, she clumped it in a ball and stuffed it in your mouth.

"Mm.." you whimpered lowly, trembling as her expert hands trailed down your body, stopping you squeeze at your curves.

Her hands trailed back up so she could pinch and pull at your nipples, rolling them, your nipples felt swollen after being pinched so hard. Your hips thrusted up in a gesture of getting more friction down there, too but Sevika dismissed it.

The need for having something lodged deep in your hole grew with passing time, much to Sevika's dismay anyway, she liked playing with you and pushing you to the edge before she absolutely destroyed your body.

However, today she was being surprisingly gentle, maybe simply because she didn't want you letting out filthy pornographical screams and moans for your parents to hear.

Sevika lined two thick fingers over your slit, arousal dropping out from anticipation, "You ready for the fun, bunny?"

You could only nod as you moaned loudly into the makeshift gag, digits sinking deep into your cunt as wetness gushed out coating them.

Her fingers felt so thick, stretching your hole out after weeks of punishment for touching yourself without her punishment.

You loved this woman unconditionally and endlessly, she was good at whatever she did. Especially good at sex from her history of daily brothel visits.

Your hole clenched almost desperately at the feel of her thick fingers so deep in you, it felt like reality and pleasure blurred into a thin line but you had to ground yourself or your parents would hear the sounds.

If only they knew their good, obedient daughter who they wished would become either a doctor or a lawyer some day was here, in their house, under their roof, getting roughed up and fucked up by a woman just about twice her age.

You lolled your head to the side, drooling all over the fabric in your mouth, almost tasting yourself faintly due to your vaginal discharge still sticking onto the cotton, as Sevika rubbed tight circles around your clit, making you see stars.

Eyes rolled back into your head as she gave one final thrust, twisting her fingers at a blissful angle and you squirted all over the sheets, blankets and her hand.

"Oopsie daisy," Sevika raised a brow, rubbing your pussy up and down slowly, "You wet the bed, love," her soft voice made you flush in shame and you let out a muffled whine.

Sevika took your soiled panties out of your mouth tutting a little at how jelly-like your legs had gotten from one measly orgasm.

Despite all that and her mocking, she helped you get changed into fresh clothes after washing your body tenderly.

While you were in the bathroom peeing, Sevika had taken it upon herself to change the sheets of her bed and replace the duvet. You loved this woman to all your heart's content and beyond.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

When Summoned: Yaaaawn, sooo sleepy... But it's a waste to keep sleeping! I think I'll roll around in bed some more.

Summon Line: Since it's my birthday, that means I can pretty much get away with askin' for whatever I want, right? Wonder what I should get my roommates to do for me...

Groooovy!!: No way, I overslept!? No way I can hit up the school with bedhead on my birthday of all days!

Home: Whew, now I'm feelin' fresh～

Swap Looks: Guess I'ma go wash m'face...

Home Idle 1: I couldn't find the shirt I was gonna wear tomorrow, but it ended up being mixed in with my roommate's stuff. Annoyin' how that happens sometimes.

Home Idle 2: Ruggie-senpai forced some vegetable seeds into my hands. He said I better share some with him when I harvest 'em... Would this even grow that much?

Home Idle 3: You wanna know about this hoodie? I bought it at a clothing shop in Foothill Town. It's pretty comfy, and also perfect to wear as loungewear, don'tcha think?

Home Idle - Login: Don't birthday mornings just feel special? I'm so jazzed I even get really into doin' up my hair!

Home Idle - Groovy: Kalim-senpai threw me a huge party as a celebration even though I'm not in Scarabia... Maaan, he's always so insanely nice!

Home Tap 1: Sometimes I'll play darts or card games with my roommates. 'Though, there's one loud-mouthed, thick-headed idiot that's always gettin' in the way!

Home Tap 2:I can't even imagine what kind of present Malleus-senpai could pick for me～ I guess I got nothing to lose by asking him... Nah, never mind.

Home Tap 3: I got softer hair, so I get bedhead super easily. Man, I've been late so many times 'cause of it!

Home Tap 4: I was messin' with Sebek, pushing his buttons and sayin' he probably sucks at gift-giving, when he shouted, "I'll show you what I can really do!" Ahaha, oh, I totally can't wait to see what he comes up with～

Home Tap 5: Eh, my hair's sticking out in the back!? Ugh, seriously? I thought I fixed it up. Guess I'll hafta fix it up in a flash during break.

Home Tap - Groovy: You like my taste in loungewear? I knew you'd get me. And see, I even picked these sandals in the same color to give it an overall coordinated look!

Duo: [ACE]: Can't wait to see how you'll celebrate with me, Kalim-senpai! [KALIM]: Let's dance, sing, and party hard, Ace!

Birthday Login Message: Oh hey, did you come to celebrate my birthday? Nice timing, we just finished morning basketball practice! My clubmates all wished me a happy birthday, too. Jamil-senpai said it as soon as he saw me, and by some miracle, Floyd-senpai gave me a very normal birthday greeting. I'm sure glad he was in a good mood～ Oh, hey. We should hit the Mystery Shop between classes. ...Hm? Why're you tensin' up? Huuuh? C'mon, I didn't say nothing about treating me, now diiid I? Hehe, see you later～

Requested by @thelonepearl.

[xdjville]

nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

#mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

#renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

#jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

#haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

#jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

#chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

#jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

#taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc @suzayaaa

©xdjville

[httpsryu]

the cc; campus crush

pairing: kim minjeong x fem! reader

summary: kim minjeong feels her heart rush at the sight of the cold-hearted rich girl

category: enemies-to-lovers(in minjeong's head)

genre: very very slight angst, fluff at the end

warnings: y/n is kind of mean (ITS IN HER BLOOD)

Hong Y/N, the youngest daughter of one of the richest conglomerate family, a real life nepo baby whose life has been granted since the day of her birth.

Much like her old sister; Hong Haein, Y/N is known for her cold-stoned face and cold-hearted soul. No one dares to even step in front of the pretty female.

Kim Minjeong on the other hand, oh how she wishes she was able to run into the raven-haired student that roams the campus.

"Isn't it crazy how I only saw her walk by once and I never saw her ever again?" Minjeong rants to her best friends while reading a news article about Y/N and the recent collaboration with YSL.

Jimin looks up from the medicine book, pushing her glasses up. "Well, you two may have different schedules."

"Or, she's only here once in a while?" Aeri assumes. "Like look at her family, college is probably like a hobby to her."

How could college be a hobby when the love of her life is sitting right here in the library.

"Her shoe game always kill." Yizhou scrolls through Y/N's Instagram and looking at the high heels in each post with envy. "You better get on that before some other man does."

Aeri laughs at Yizhou's words and for her friend to have so much hope in the latter. "That's if you ever see her again gracing these college floors."

Minjeong could only grumble under her breath, throwing a rolled up straw wrapper at Aeri. "At least have faith in me, yeah?"

"I have faith in you." Jimin says, raising her hand in support of her friend which earns a smile from the puppy-like female.

Minjeong stretches her arms, letting out a noise in content of how the stretch felt before throwing all her books and notebooks in her bag.

"Going home already?" Yizhou pouts, not wanting the other to leave. "But who will I bother now?"

The short haired rolls her eyes at her friend before pointing at the Japanese and getting out of the chair she's been in for 4 hours. "You can bother her, she's not even doing anything besides watching that dumb rom-com."

"Will we see you in tomorrow's morning lecture or you're skipping again?" Jimin asks, eyes still focusing on the materials written down in the medicine book. "Just wondering if I'll need to bring four or three cups of coffee."

Minjeong contemplates for a second. "I'll show up."

"Okay! See you tomorrow."

For some strange reason, Minjeong will score high on exams yet her overall class grade drops because of lame professors counting attendance, the short-haired has no choice but to start showing up again.

With a hum in response, Minjeong slings her bag around her shoulders as she turns towards the door of the library. She looks down on her phone, checking for any important emails from any professors.

"OW!" A voice gets the short-haired's attention off her phone. "Could you at least watch where you're going?"

OH MY GOD?

Hong Y/N, the girl of Minjeong's dreams.

You pat off your clothes, afraid of dust flying onto your cropped blazer that you JUST got yesterday while shopping with your sister and brother-in-law.

The short-haired is caught in a trance at how beautiful your voice sounds. With a pretty face of yours and a music-like tone of a voice, she doesn't mind dealing with that cold-heart of yours.

"You're not going to apologize or anything?" You ask, glaring at the female in front of you.

Right.

"My bad, I got distracted." Minjeong nervously giggles, not that she's afraid of you but because you're standing in front of her. "I'm sorry for not watching my direction. If you want, I can pay for your clothes if anything is wrong with them."

If Yizhou was here, she would laugh in Minjeong's face at how much of a simp she already was for a girl who BARELY pays attention to anyone.

You look at the puppy-like female, no expression on your face. "No, you don't have to do that. It'll just be a waste of my time."

"Let me treat you out to coffee then!" The other spits out those words in a flash, her eyes full of determination of some sort. "It'll at least ease my mind."

You actually have no time for anything.

"It doesn't have to be today! Or tomorrow or the day after that." Minjeong exclaims, her eyes are puppy-like as she stares down at you. "Just, when you want cofffe, let me know."

And before your mouth forms a response to say, the red haired girl is already off on her heels and walking.

"I don't even know her...?" You speak to yourself, hold on your handbag tightens as you proceed to walk into the library with the same face you had on the entire time.

Being the youngest daughter of the Hong family isn't the easiest. Sure, others may argue that you got everything handed to you since the second you were born. You admit that they're correct, you were born in a family full of money.

Being born into one of the wealthiest family in South Korea already had a career already chosen for you.

But, it's not something you'd want to do for the rest of your life.

It's different for your sister and brother. While Haein is good at her job and takes charge while also being confident about it, Soocheol was adamant about extending his resort business. And you; you hated being in the business industry. Whether it'd be retail or resort, you'd be homeless instead.

"Y/N, keep your head in the game." Your father's voice brings you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to your senses. "You're going to be working alongside your sister after college so you need to make sure you're paying attention."

You let out a nod, apologizing under your breath as you pay attention back to the board where your brother-in-law is talking about the results of kicking out designer stores that aren't reaching their sales. Whatever that was.

"If we let that happen, we'll be required to pay a penalty fee if they found out due to the branding." Hyunwoo explains to your father.

You let out a bored sigh, looking across the table at your brother who's cluelessly flipping through the papers then at your older sister who is sat beside you, at ease listening to everything being said.

"Stop sighing." Haein warns you, worried that you'll get a scolding from your father at home during dinner. "Just endure it."

You pout your bottom lip out in response, picking up a pen and doodling on the papers that were handed out to you earlier before the meeting. Oh, how you wish you could be anywhere else but here.

"On the topic of counterfeit products, it may affect how the overall sales in a whole range." Hyun-woo points at the estimated percentages.

Fighting to urge to let out another sigh, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand trying to pay attention to whatever your brother-in-law babbling about now.

While trying to look interested in the contents of the screen, you can't help but to think back on what happened earlier on campus and the encounter with the puppy-resembling female.

How come you've never seen her before?

How were you even going to get coffee with her if you don't know the girl? Not saying you would but maybe; if it ever comes down to it; then it will.

"We will take a look and come up with appropriate measures." Your father said, giving a look to your brother to write that down. "Meeting done."

The way everyone in that room can see how your eyes lit up at those last two words from your father. Everyone exits the meeting room, besides your family. Rolling your eyes at what this may mean.

Another lecture on being professional as a Hong family member

Possibly a really good vacation trip out of nowhere

"Hong Y/N, just why do you think you can behave the way you do?" Your father clicks his tongue in a scolding manner, pressing the button on the remote which rolls down the blinds of the meeting room so other employees would not be able to see.

You look down at your hands, not wanting to make eye contact with the angry man.

"I understand you're the youngest but Y/N, you need to realize that you've been off the hook since birth." He continues, letting out a deep sigh after. "You need to start taking things seriously, you are not a kid anymore."

Without letting you say a word, you hear the footsteps of him leave the room with the door clicking shut behind him.

There it is again; the stupid burden falling and feeling heavy on your shoulders. Your body starts trembling and your tears can't stop falling from your dagger-like eyes.

"Y/Nnnie?" Your brother softly calls out, walking over to where you sat. "Are you crying?"

Your brother-in-law's hands you a tissue.

"That's why I told you to endure it." Haein warns you.

Soocheol pats your back. "You know how father is like. He's serious when it comes to business."

"Don't comfort her." Your sister takes Soocheol's hand off your back. "She needs to learn and grow from this."

Hyunwoo calms his wife down. "Honey, let's not stress her out."

"That's right! She's already startled by father's words from earlier." Your brother defends you.

The older female shakes her head, disapproving the two males. "Once you're all settled down, come to my office for a talk, Y/N."

Soocheol gasps, placing his hand over his mouth in a way to not frighten you (it didn't work). While your brother-in-law could only give you a 'good luck' look as he goes back to his office. Soocheol shortly leaving afterwards after getting a phone call from the chairman (your grandfather).

Clicking on the button of the remote to draw the blinds back up, you stare through the windows and across into where your older sister's office is at. She's furrowing her brows upon reading some critical conditions and you know she's unhappy with something.

With a sigh to calm down your nerves, you quietly exit the meeting room and walk across to knock on the CEO's door. Seeing her through the clear glass door, she brings her hand up which prompts you to walk in. Each step you take, nerves are taking over as you walk towards her desk.

"I'm not being tough on you because I want to." She looks up, crossing her arm. "But because you're a smart woman, Y/N. We just want to push that towards the business that's been in the family."

Business this! Business that! Why does no one ever want to hear what you want to do?

"Do you get what I'm trying to say?" Her brow is raised, looking stern yet she means no harm. "Push through for a few more years, alright?"

You want to laugh-out of absurd. Everyone always tells you that as long as you listen to father and grandfather, you should be set. After all, we were born and raised into a conglomerate family. One of the wealthiest at that.

Yet, why does it bother you when you know you're set for life?

"Are you listening, Y/N?" Haein says, waiting for your response.

"Yes."

With a hum in satisfaction, Haein leans back in her chair. "Okay, meeting done."

With a small bow, you can only walk out of your older sister's office feeling disappointed in yourself.

Minjeong sighs while taking a seat in the back of the lecture room waiting for the class to start and for her friends to get here. She can only get her materials out and prepare for class in the meantime.

While opening her tote bag, she hears the lecture room's doors open again, indicating that another person also decided to come early. Looking up, still tired and out of her mind, to see who the other person is; Minjeong suddenly sits up and instantly widens awake.

What are you doing here? You were in this class? How come the others never told her about you?

You stand up straight, bag clutched in your hands while looking effortlessly beautiful in a vintage Chanel long sleeved blazer which hugs your waist perfectly along with a white turtleneck and a matching vintage Chanel skirt. And rarely; a backpack is hugging your back.

Minjeong has to give it you; she does admit that your shoe game will always do the outfit even more attention. Valentino heels seems to be one of your favorites.

Oh; how down bad Minjeong is for this classy lady in front of her.

You and her make eye contact. You look at her, realizing that it's the same puppy-eyed girl from yesterday. With a small quiet sigh, you walk up the lecture room's stairs.

The short-haired feels her breath hitch at the sight of you walking, omg the universe is blessing her with all of these Y/N moments.

"Is anyone sitting here?" You ask, the same cold sounding voice like yesterday but oh does Minjeong love the way your voice sounds. (she can never be your hater like the others are)

The ginger shakes her head immediately. "Please sit!"

'Strange.' You talk to yourself in your own thoughts at how eager that girl sounded.

Nonetheless, you sit in the seat next to her. Taking your backpack off and placing it aside before staring at the side view of the red haired. How strange yet intriguing she is.

Minjeong can see from her peripheral vision, her ears starts heating up and she can't help but to awkwardly turn to you. Expecting you to look away, you continue staring. Same unfazed cold expression that you're known for.

"W-why are you staring at me?" She asks, unsure of what to do or say.

Getting a shrug in response from you, you sigh before turning your full attention to the front of the room.

"What time does this class end?" You look down at the watch sitting on your wrist, ready to bolt out of here before getting yet another scolding from your sister.

"9:45."

With another sigh escaping your mouth, you sit up straight while continuing to stare at the whiteboard against the wall.

Minjeong wonders how long you've been in this class for. Perhaps; it's your first day.

The door opens again, this time with two loud voices and one voice shushing them constantly. A specific ginger short-haired hides her face from them, on purpose (and to also not mess up her love life).

"Oh! Minjeong is here today!" Aeri looks up, ready to wave at the named girl before trailing her eyes over to the figure next to her and her mouth instantly hangs low.

You nod to yourself at the recent information. Her name is Minjeong? Somehow; that name matches the puppy-like student.

"Let's not bother her." Jimin pushes both Aeri and Yizhou to rows a couple behind the first before sending a look over to her best friend.

The Japanese fights the urge to look back, whispering to Yizhou. "I thought Hong Y/N dropped this class?"

"She probably had other things to attend to." Yizhou whispers back.

Clearing your throat, you turn towards the female besides you.

Minjeong fidgets with her hands before she too turns to face you.

"About that coffee-" "-Would you like to get coffee today?"

The both of you stare at each other, until she lets out a laugh which caught your attention. Suddenly, you're staring a bit harder at her, focusing on her features a bit longer than you normally would focus on other people. And you cannot help but to wonder why once again, you've never seen her before until now.

"Would you like to get coffee with me today after class?" Minjeong asks, a smile on her pretty lips as she patiently waits for your answer with nervousness rushing through her at the expression of yours.

You clear your throat again, pulling away from the eye contact as you stare back at the front while ignoring the way your cheeks suddenly feels warm. "Okay, then."

Your answer simply means yes.

To Minjeong, that answer sounded indecisive almost.

"Your treat, correct?" You ask, still ignoring the weird heating effect on your cheeks.

The puppy-like female is doing summersaults in her head, jumping up and down mentally like an overly excited puppy who's ready to tackle down their human.

"Yeah! Of course, it is!"

next part: may 8, 2024; publishing date

i LOVED qot SO MUCH so of course i had a bit of inspo for this small short, characters from queen of tears are NOT mines (all rights go to the writers) leaning to writing another part to this (maybe?)

[smuthospital]

⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.

"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.

As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

[supercap2319]

"You're seriously studying?"

Y/N turned to the sound of the voice and found Clark Kent standing in the doorway of the now empty classroom. He looked like Clark Kent. And he even sounded like Clark Kent, but he wasn't dressed like Clark Kent. The farm boy traded in his jeans and flannel for leather and Armani suits.

"Clark, hey. I'm just studying for the history test tomorrow. I think I've got most of the dates memorized, but I'm still having trouble between the Cold War and the Battle of Trenton." Y/N said as Clark took a seat next to him, glanced at his books, and wrinkled his nose. "That's boring. Let's go do something fun."

"Like what? Have another basketball game with Pete on the courts? Help Chloe rearrange her bedroom again?"

"I was thinking we'd go to a bar. Maybe to a club and find some nice chicks to hang out with."

"Okay, who are you, and what planet are you from? In what universe does Clark Kent want to go clubbing and drinking?" Y/N asked.

"The kind who's tired of living the quiet life of a bumbling farm boy and is ready to explore the real world. All the best things in it. Come on. I bet we could get some action from some really hot girls." Clark nudged Y/N, who blushed hard.

"As fun as girls sound, I have to study."

"Oh, come, Y/N. Don't be so uptight." Clark said. "If you need to, I can help loosen you out. In more ways than one." He smirks. "Okay, did you just try to make an innuendo at me? Since when are you into guys? I thought you only had eyes for Lana."

Clark frowns at the mention of Lana's name. It's true that Clark couldn't get within five feet of Lana Lang without becoming a freakshow of clumsiness, but as of recently, Clark's been really cocky and confident. "Well, there's plenty of others to fool around with than Smallville's resident fairy princess. Probably give up easier and much better in the sack, to I'll bet." Clark grins.

"I don't know." Y/N said.

"Come on, Y/N, imagine it. Dancing. Drinking. Getting your dick sucked. It's pure unadulterated ecstacy." Clark said.

"If I say yes, will you let me finish my studying?"

"Sure thing, handsome." Clark winks

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[muddyorbsblr]

charades

'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: pre-relationship era; months before 'one look and they'll know'

Summary: After a particularly horrible day on set, Chris extends an invitation for you to join the cast in a game of charades to unwind.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning/s: workplace bullying (mentioned); language [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: hints of mutual pining; we're in Hemsworth's POV

"Come on, it'll be fun, Tiny Terror, I promise." Chris gave your shoulders a slight shake to hopefully snap you out of the sour mood you'd been in all day. It was more than obvious why, considering that there were a good few production assistants that looked like they were on their own personal mission to get you to break composure and break a nose, constantly putting your team down for working too slow or some other reason.

One of them even tried insisting that there were props out of place so they could call into question your skill in clocking the continuity between shots. And while it was simple enough to debunk their accusations, it had also been a rather tedious day even just watching all of the little inconveniences happen that seemed hellbent on putting a damper to your day. He couldn't imagine how much more stressful it was in your shoes.

You were only allowed a few minutes to breathe without much worry when those assistants were pulled aside for Taika to have a word with them. Because other than him, there was someone else that not only witnessed the borderline harassment that occurred today, but was damn near foaming at the mouth to start snapping at them for their insolence.

Tom.

And right now Chris could only imagine that the Brit was standing at full height putting forward every single intimidation tactic he had on display at those people and asking them point blank if they had some sort of issue with you.

"I really don't know, Hemsy, it's been a long day. I kinda just want it to be over," you sighed, the facade you'd put in place of trying to look unbothered finally cracking as your shoulders slumped. "No idea who fucking pissed in their cereal this morning but if their goal was to drag someone down with them, they fucking succeeded. Just wanna go back to my hotel room and order a big bowl of pasta and a bottle of wine and turn my phone off until tomorrow morning."

"Alright, how about this. Just a few rounds, and if you hate it, I'll pay for your pasta and wine?"

You paused, thinking over his offer for a few seconds before finally sighing, "Fine. Thirty minutes. But if I tell you I wanna go, you better be ready to order me the fattest bowl of truffle cream pasta you can find."

Just as you walked off back to your team, Taika and Tom came out of one of the back offices where they sequestered the offending crew members. There were visible scowls on their faces as they muttered to themselves while Taika whispered some instructions to security, probably telling them to keep an eye on the troublemakers moving forward.

"Saw you talking to Lil Mayhem," Taika spoke up once he stood where you did just a few moments ago. "She alright?"

Had the situation not been so tense, Chris probably would have poked a bit of fun at the way Tom's face became visibly more animated as he scanned the set trying to find you. If the Brit became even the slightest bit more enamored with you and still refused to do anything about it, he might have to tell you himself just to caution you that if you didn't feel the same way, you'd have to let him down gently. And preferably sooner rather than later.

"She will be," Chris answered. "She's joining us later."

"Ah perfect," the New Zealander exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "We can pair her off with Tom."

"Hmm?" There was an alarmed look in Tom's eyes now, the sound coming out of him uncharacteristically higher pitched than normal.

"Oh come on, mate, did you really think nobody noticed? You look at her like a pup, wagging its tail and jumping in place when its mum comes home." Chris clapped a hand down on his shoulder, trying not to laugh at how mortified he looked finding out his subtle "work crush" on you wasn't exactly that subtle. "Just don't go humping her leg when she walks in."

"Oh my God, yes you're here too," Tessa exclaimed when you walked into Taika's suite, doing a little bounce on her place at the couch and patting the seat beside her. "We can be partners and smoke their asses."

"Hemsworth promised to buy me pasta if I hated it," you told her with a shrug, sitting at the vacant seat. You didn't seem to have noticed that Tom had moved over, making room next to him on the other side of the table. "And I'm not one to turn down free food."

"Tessa you're already partnered with Chris over here," Taika informed her, pointing at the Australian.

"Hold on since when?" He simply showed her a paper containing all your names, your eyes widening slightly when you saw that yours was next to Tom's. "Fine," she huffed, shifting her gaze over to Chris. "We got this."

Taika then presented a little fishbowl containing folded scraps of paper and explained that a single turn would consist of each of you picking out a paper and trying to sign out whatever was on their paper, while the other had to guess what it was. Straightforward enough. "Whoever's signing cannot talk, but they can make sounds if they think it'll help," he kept on explaining. "Winning pair will get…a nice swanky dinner for two when we get to LA for the premiere. Sound good?"

Lay it on a little thicker, Taika, I don't think they're catching on yet, Chris thought sarcastically, immediately clocking the way your cheeks were reddening and Tom was without a doubt imagining what it would be like to be sitting across from you in a fancy restaurant, imagining that you two were on a proper date. What with the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, along with that dopey lovestruck smile painting his face every time you even shared the same breathing space, it wasn't that hard to take a guess what the Brit was thinking right at this moment.

Once everyone had a scrap of paper in their hand, Taika spun a little wheel of your names to pick out which pair went first. "Alrighty then, Tom? Y/N? Which one of you'll be guessing first?"

"Oh, uhm…can I guess first? 'Cause I can't sign for shit."  Your request as you addressed Tom sounded casual enough, had it not been for the chuckle at the end that immediately had both Chris and Taika knowing much better than to mistake your demeanor for 'casual'. Seemed you were as skittish around Tom as he was around you.

And maybe Chris didn't have to interfere and advise you to let his friend down easy after all. Maybe he just had to sit back and let you two find each other at your own pace.

Though admittedly this was the type of behavior that started out cute but would grow frustrating to watch if it went on for too long. If neither of you made a move in the coming weeks he might be tempted to lock you two in a cramped storage closet to move things along.

Tom stood up from his seat, cheeks quickly becoming tinged with pink when he saw the words on his little scrap of paper before looking up and holding your gaze. On a whim, Chris decided to take his phone out and have his camera at the ready.

The chime on Taika's phone signaled him to start, and he held up five fingers in front of you.

"Five words." He then nodded and held up one finger before creating a letter "T" with his hands. "First word 'The'." He held up four fingers next and did the "T" symbol again. "And fourth word 'The'. So 'The Blank-Blank The Blank'?"

He nodded at you, a light shining in both your eyes as he kept on, like a couple of kids excited they found someone to play with. But then when Tom went on to sign the second word, for a split second you gave him a look that had everyone in the room that paid even the smallest amount of attention that his affections were definitely not one-sided.

You were well on your way to being completely smitten with him, too.

He held up two fingers before making a lassoing motion and snapping his fingers so loud that the sound made your neck twitch, your eyes glazing over as he pointed to the space in front of him. "Uh…uhm…Capture?" He shook his head, repeating the motion again. "Herding?" He shook his head again. "Collaring--Cowboy?" He let out a laugh before shaking his head again. "Okay I don't think I'm gonna get that, maybe another word we're running out of time."

Tom took a deep breath, as if composing himself before holding up five fingers. And then he drew his hands close to his chest and started making the most ridiculous sound with his head tilted to the ceiling. "Ememememe omomomomo".

That had you bursting into a fit of giggles, making him break out into a face-splitting grin and a few chuckles of his own. "I'm sorry I got absolutely nothing on that, go back to the second word." He went back to the lassoing and snapping movement. "Wait is this for a person or an animal?" He made a motion as if weighing an object in each of his hands, signaling to you that it was both. "Both?! Okay so…domestication?" He shook his head, but motioning for you to keep going down that route. "The--Taming?" Then you gasped, standing up right as two seconds were left on the clock, clapping your hands. "The Taming of the Shrew! The Taming of the Shrew!"

Out of the sheer excitement in the moment, he made his way around the table, grasping for your hands before framing your face in his hands. Had you both lost yourselves in the moment for even a few seconds longer, Chris would have bet good money that you two would have shared a kiss right in front of them.

But then both of you froze in place, giving each other an awkward smile before he stepped back, making his way back to where he stood seconds before. Good thing Chris already had his phone in hand and snapped a photo before your mutual shyness toward each other got the better of you.

"Cute," Taika commented, throwing Tom a look. "Alrighty then Y/N, it's your turn now."

You stood, looking at your scrap of paper and then looking around the room, your eyes landing on the decorative skull flower vase on the dining table.

Before you could signal for Taika to start the clock, Tom spoke up, "Hamlet?"

A choked sound of utter shock slipped out of everyone else in the room. "Hold up, that counts right, T?" Taika just nodded.

"How the fuck--Are you two telepathically connected or something?" Tessa threw the question out, pointing her finger at both of you. "You know what it doesn't matter, the night's still young. We still got a chance to smoke 'em, Hemsworth."

Chris wasn't paying much attention, shooting you a text instead. So you wanna cash in on that free food, Tiny Terror?

He had to fight back the knowing grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing the message you typed back. I could stay a few more rounds.

A/N: I did mention before that I have some pre-relationship chapters planned for these two blorbos, right? 👀 Well if I didn't, I'm saying it now. Chapters. Plural. I honestly don't know how many pieces I have in store for this collection but safe to say it's not ending any time soon. 😳💖

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[hockybish]

I Didn't Want This Either

l Luke Hughes l masterlist l part 1 l * warning: death *

"Can we talk?" Jack knocked on the window of Luke's car. He didn't like what he was going to ask Luke, but he needed to get the conversation over with.

"What's up?" Luke watched as Jack fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket.

Jack took a deep breath in, counted to five, before let out the inhaled air.

"I know this is never probably going to happen, but I just want to be prepared just in case. because you never know what could happen. and Addie agrees with me, for once, I know it's crazy.

"Jack spit it out."

"Now that I have two kids. I've been thinking more about what happens to them if something happens to us. And I think I want you to raise them if we can't." The older brother asked of the younger one.

"Jack, I don't know." Luke contemplated what he was being asked, which was really nothing, but he knew. "Isn't there anyone better for the job? Mom? Quinn?"

"No, Luke. Quinn and Liv have enough going on and Mom and Dad don't need to raising two little kids after the raised us." Jack explained. "Plus you're great with them and they love you so much. Please Lukey."

"Fine"

"Great! I'll add you to daycare pick up." Jack reached over to give his brother an awkward hug before they went on with their separate ways.

--

"You're pretty." Jack chanced a glanced over at his beautiful wife. They had just dropped the kids off at daycare and were on their way to the rock.

"You're not too bad yourself Mr. Hughes" Addie said scrunching her nose at the man next to her.

"I'll talk to Luke or Nico today, maybe one of them can take the kids and we can have tonight." He kept looking back and forth from the road to his wife.

"Jack watch the road please." She clenched her jaw. There was traffic all around them, making her feel a bit nervous.

"What Ads? It's fine." Jack's eyes left the road again to look at his wife.

"Jack!"

Jack never saw the car until it was too late.

--

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Luke jumped out of bed. He scrambled to get ready for practice when the brain fog cleared and he saw it was after 10 am already.

He was so late. His alarms must not have gone off or something, because he was never late for practice. And here he was going to be late for the first time in forever.

Luke chose to forgo his usual morning routine and caffeinated beverage, thinking it might give a chance to get to the practice facility faster.

He was almost there when the traffic started to picked up. There must have been an accident. All sorts of emergency vehicles were surrounding the area.

As Luke got closer to the heart of the situation he noticed a two crumpled up cars. A silver one and a very familiar looking green one.

Luke got a good long look at the wreck as he passed it. Two white sheets littered the ground, the car accident must have been that bad that people died.

That's why there was so much commotion.

He felt bad for the family that was going learn the news that they lost people they loved. Little did he know his phone was blowing up at the moment, messages and phone calls from his parents and brother, family members, teammates, and close friends with that specific news.

The now super late hockey player got to his destination only an hour later than he was supposed to be there. He thought it was a bit odd how the normally packed parking garage was near empty. Where was everyone?

"Luke what are you doing here?" Nico frowned at the defensemen who was trying to get ice ready as fast as he could.

"I know I'm late. I didn't set my alarm and then there was some big accident. I'll do extra of whatever you want. I'm sorry." Luke finishing up lacing his skates up. If he had been looking at Nico eye's went wide at the mention of the accident.

"Practice was cancelled a couple of hours ago."

"Why would they do that we have a game tomorrow?"

"The league is thinking of postponing it"

"Why?" he stopped what he was doing to look up at his captain. There was a feeling in the room, there was something seriously wrong.

Luke finally glanced around the empty locker room, it held the same odd feeling that the lot had.

"Um. Have you looked at your phone lately?" The older man scratched the back of his head nervously.

Luke furrowed his brows at the question. No, he hadn't looked at his phone, he had been a little busy trying to get there as quickly as he could, the action didn't feel necessary at the time.

But now a bad sinking feeling was telling him that maybe he should.

He had a total of 19 missed calls from him Mom, Dad, and Quinn alone. Not to mention the other various voicemails that completely filled the digital voicemail box was completely filled. On top of that there were over a hundred txt messages from a variety of people.

There was even a message from Jack, a simple heart emoji followed by an 'i luv ya bro,' that was timestamped hours before everything else.

"Nico, what's going on?" His voice hitched after he read a txt from Trevor that read 'i just heard about j. i'm so sorry.' When Luke looked up from the device he took note that Nico was now accompanied by their new coach and a few devils' personal.

"Luke you should call your parents back" The captain picked at the skin around his fingers.

"No just tell me. What's going on?" He thumbed through his device trying to decipher the

"Let's take this somewhere a little more private. Yeah?" The group of higher ups attempted to usher then to a different room a little more quiet and appropriate to have this conversation. Luke shook them off, wanting them to just spit it out.

"Say it Nico" Luke shook them off. He wanted Nico to just spit it out. He was tired of this go around and the hesitation

Nico sighed heavily. He didn't want to be the one to tell his friend the news, it would be better if it were coming from a family member, but they were all on there way to New Jersey at moment. So he had to do his best.

"There was an accident" Nico began to say. Luke felt his heart beat faster, and a pit forming in his stomach as he realized what Nico was telling him. Maybe this would have been better coming from his mom or dad, hell even Quinn.

"Jack and Addie were in the car-" Nico continued. That green car that look familiar. Jack had a green car.

"No no no no no no no." He covered his ears in an attempted to block out what Nico was telling him. This wasn't happening.

"they didn't make it." Nico finished. He put his hand on Luke's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. The kind gesture didn't help anyeay as Luke grabbed the nearest garbage pail and emptied the contents of his stomach in it.

It was true. It couldn't be true. Jack wasn't dead. This was all just some sort of prank, a sick joke. Jack was going to walk around the corner and say sike.

He need to get out of there. Anywhere but there. He had this pain in chest, and it was hard to breath anytime he thought of his brother.

He got in his car and drove without a destination in mind. He drove and drove until he found himself in a deserted mall parking lot, not another car or person in sight.

Luke sat in his perfectly fine car and screamed. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would be able to judge him. Not that he cared. He needed to get his emotions out.

Why Jack? Why couldn't have been him? If only he had been on time today, maybe it would have been him in that accident and Jack would still be alive.

He had been receiving texts all day. Luke ignored all of them. A few people called, he ignored those too. Ellen had been calling him at least once every hour, but he still refused to talk to her.

There was one number that had been persistently calling him, even more than his mother had. Maybe she had gotten a hold of another phone and was calling from that. He didn't know, but he finally decided to answer the call.

"Hey Luke, this is Y/N calling this Happy Times Nursery, how are you?" The very peppy and friendly lady ask.

"I'm um, I could be better. What is this pertaining to?" He mumbled his reply confirming it was him.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well we've been trying to reach Jack and Addie for a couple of hours now seeing that it is well past pick up time for Lucy and Felix. We were just wondering if someone was on their way to retrieve them. They are our last kids for the night and we would like to go home."

Shit, the kids

Let me know what you guys think!

[aezuria]

Could you maybe do jason grace x jealous fem!reader? We know that Jason is canonically VERY attractive. He's legit all American boy fr, so obv he'd have so many ppl crushing on him in camp. So reader thinks she's not pretty enough for him or something and jason finds out abt it, and reassures her that's she's perfect :( ahh just some fluffiness maybe?

*ੈ✎ golden boy, can i be your golden girl?

content: jason grace x reader; oneshot

╰┈▸ back cover: part I | part II

warnings: bit of angst BUT it ends in fluff dw

librarian's annotations: IM SO SORRY ANON mitski started playing and i forgot u said "just some fluffiness" 😔😔

sometimes, you could hardly believe that you were dating the jason grace. "the jason grace," as if he was some world-famous football player, which he'll probably turn out to be. every single student knew his name like it was stamped into their brain as soon as they started attending this school. it made you both proud and uneasy, especially when more popular, pretty girls went up to him. you didn't doubt his loyalty, of course, but you often felt that he could have done so much better. any girl would gladly date him as soon as he requested. but he chose a no-name like you, instead. you couldn't count the amount of times your own classmates said "who?" when jason mentioned you.

it wasn't fair, you knew. you could tell he very obviously loved you by the way he handled you with such gentleness it made your heart hurt. his air alone seemed to shine like the sun, illuminating you and everyone around him. but akin to the sun, it hurt to look at him for too long.

and yet, you couldn’t bear to leave his side and offer a better, more suitable partner for him— for you were too selfish. he was all you ever wanted, was it so wrong to hold onto that dream for a few moments more?

(yes, it was)

"you'll be at my next game, right?" jason pressed a kiss to your temple as he cradled you in his arms, your back to his chest. "you're my good luck charm after all."

it was stupid. so stupid, because you knew he wanted you there— he just asked you at that. but it didn't stop the churning in your stomach about how you felt that you didn't belong on the bleachers.

"yeah. i'll be there for sure." you smiled. troubling jason would hurt you more than keeping your thoughts to yourself. you wouldn't let his sunshine dim if you could help it. and that, you could.

your heart was too heavy for you to fall asleep. it weighed you down, filling your lungs so you couldn't breathe. your rampant tossing and turning led you to the moon, shining timidly behind the curtain. you reached out to part it to the side, the moon sneaking into your room and drowning your sheets in a soft glow. it tickled your skin and did away with the uneasiness in your heart, scaring it away into tomorrow. rest easy, now.

but the moon was gone with the night, the sun in its place as it tugged at your heartstrings to wake you up. it's brightness was warm yet harsh, urging you to get ready and see your own golden boy. you heaved a sigh and obeyed, swinging your feet off the side of your bed and getting up. as you picked out your clothes, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror and paused. was this really what he wants? it was hard to believe. you didn't have to look close to see the imperfections etched on your face, your body. put next to jason, it'd only make you seem worse.

"y/n!" jason scooped you into a hug, already dressed in his gear, save for his helmet. the sun does have its quirks after all. his touch burned the most of your thoughts away, leaving only amusement behind.

"you're squeezing too tight!" you croaked out through a fit of giggles only he could make.

he loosened almost immediately, pulling away to look at you with a bright smile, the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment. "sorry."

you only grinned and pulled him down for a quick good-luck kiss. "play hard, sunshine."

jason's nose wrinkled at the nickname. "sunshine?" he laughed. "whatever you say, beautiful."

his coach blew the whistle for the team to gather 'round, jason waving goodbye before you could answer. beautiful? how was it that he always knew the right thing to say at the right time?

you made your way to the bleachers, sitting near the front where the team's close friends (girlfriends) and family sat. the tendrils of your mind crept up your back once again as you sat near the edge. you couldn't help but feel out of place— many of them were already talking with each other, having been together for the previous years. whenever they'd lean in to giggle at something, you couldn't help but think that they were talking about you. was it because you did your makeup bad today? was your outfit wrinkled? did the wind mess up your hair? the feeling in your gut returned, more persistent than last time.

you forced a bright smile as jason ran up to you once again, a triumphant grin splitting his face. "i won for you!" as he always did. you were happy, truly, and you hoped it showed instead of the emotions you just couldn't seem to get rid of.

"i saw! you did so good, jason!"

okay... something was definitely up. usually, you'd give him a kiss as soon as he came here— where was his kiss? and why didn't your sweet smile reach your eyes? but he knew you wouldn't tell him, especially not with this many people around.

"all for you," he repeated softly, his arm wrapping around your waist as he led you out of the field. "can you come over? i feel i'm in need of your therapeutic cuddles." he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, knowing the only way him to get you in a place he was able to comfort you was by making it seem as if he needed it. because for some reason, helping came so easily to you for the sake of anyone but yourself.

"..alright." you agreed after a brief pause. "is something wrong? or are you just tired?"

ever the angel, your immediate concern was heartwarming. jason gave you a reassuring smile. "just tired."

you came out of his bathroom, changed into one of his shirts. it smelled like him, touched with sunburnt kisses. he was already in bed, half of the blanket folded open for you to slip in.

and that you did, curling up beside him as his arms wrapped you up like a gift. he buried his face into your neck, breathing deeply before he whispered, "you wanna tell me what's going on?"

you froze. how did he know? were you that obvious? you should’ve hid it better! it’s not even a big deal, he shouldn’t have to-

“you know i love you, right?” jason spoke up, interrupting your thoughts. he said it so earnestly there was no other answer but yes. so, you nodded against him.

“only you. did you know you’re my first real girlfriend?” he pulled away, a soft light dancing in his eyes.

“really?” it was a hard thing to believe. with all the girls throwing themselves at him, it would be odd for him to not like any of them. “but, you’re so.. you. you’re kind and smart and talented.. tall and handsome too..”

“well.. i wouldn’t say that…” he chuckled nervously, not expecting to be hit with the side barrage of compliments. “but look at you— you’re smart and sweet, thoughtful and considerate..” he trailed off, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “and so, so, beautiful.�� before you had a chance to doubt yourself, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, before moving his hand and doing the same with the other. soft lips moved to the tip of your nose, then up to your forehead, ending with one to your lips.

“the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he looked at you with such fondness, all your thoughts disappeared, whisked away into the air.

you met his eyes, a smile starting to show. oh, how he missed it.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Ojiro Gets a BBL | Crack Fic

"Ojiro. My love. It's time to have a serious conversation." Toru Hagakure stands in the hallway of her apartment, staring down her boyfriend with such intensity that he averts his gaze. Of course, he can't really see her intense gaze since she's invisible. But he feels it. Kinda.

"W-what's up?" Ojiro asks nervously. Hagakure has been cagey all week, hinting that she wants to have a serious talk. He rests the full bag of KFC takeout on her magazine-covered coffee table and sits down on her purple couch. He pats the spot next to him, inviting her to sit. She joins him on the couch and he fears the worst - she's going to ask him to move in with her.

Of course he wants to move in with her! But he doesn't feel it's the right time. His agency is just getting up and running and he keeps wild hours some weeks. It wouldn't be fair to her to move in together when he doesn't really have the time to focus on taking that next big step. He bites at his lip, worried he'll need to tell her just that. He's already dreading seeing the disappointment on her face. Or, well, assuming that her face is filled with disappointment. Once again - his girlfriend is invisible. In case you forgot.

"Oijiro. I know you've been busy at the agency lately, but we really need to have this talk." She sucks in a deep breath, and he feels her hand wrap around his. He can't actually see her hand, because she's invisible. But he can feel it. He supposes it could be her foot but - wait, no, those are definitely fingers intertwining with his own. Although, for all he knows she could have a quirk mutation causing fingers to grow form her feet. He's never seen her, after all. And weirder quirk things have happened. He's got a goddamn tail for goodness sake! Hagakure waits for him to refocus his eyes on her. He turns and gives her his full attention.

"Ojiro. I think the time has come...for you to get a BBL."

Oh. Um. This was not exactly what Ojiro was expecting!?

"A BBL!?" Ojiro can't help but yell out in surprise. BBLs are expensive. And he already has a reasonably bouncy ass. Also - what benefit could a BBL possibly give him in battle? And how would his tail factor in to such a surgery? He quiets down, looking at his invisible girlfriend expectantly for an explanation.

Of course he's open to getting a BBL. Many famous women on television have them, after all. So they must be useful in some way. Hell, even Mount Lady's BBL has her glowing! And Ojiro has been envious of it every time he passes her during patrol. So, yeah, he's open to it. But he needs to hear Hagakure's reasoning.

"I've been reviewing the coverage of your recent villain fights on YouTube, and I agree with what a lot of the people are saying in the comments. Your ass is juicy, but it could be juicier. Imagine how much better your fighting style would be if we artificially lowered your center of gravity! Plus, with your agency getting off the ground and a spike in journalist's interest in interviewing you...it's the perfect time in your hero career for some enhancements."

"Well, I can't argue with that logic." Ojiro says gamely. And it's true - he literally has no arguments. This sounds like a fail proof plan.

"Great. Amazing. I already spoke to your secretary and we scheduled your BBL appointment for tomorrow. You'll need to fly to America for it, though. None of the doctors here feel comfortable performing the surgery, what with your tail and all. They said I could come and help, too! I'll be the one plumping up your cheeks." Hagakure beams at him, happy to be involved in the process. Well, she's probably beaming. She sounds like she's beaming. Did I mention, she's invisible?

"Wow, you are just the best girlfriend a guy could have!" Ojiro smiles fondly at her, reaching out to hold her. "This is just like that time you convinced me to get botox in my forehead. Now I never need to worry about moving my eyebrows again!" Ojiro smiles and Hagakure glows as she takes in the ever present look of surprise he's had glued to his face ever since the botox procedure.

"Wow do I love you Ojiro! And just think - after you get your BBL, we can finally think about getting your tail pierced!"

"YES!" Ojiro is so excited at the prospect of all of these body modifications, he's practically buzzing with delight. "I've always wanted to shop at Claire's for some cool earrings to put on my tail! Hagakure, you really are a genius."

"Don't I know it!" Hagakure shimmers. Literally shimmers! It's part of her quirk! (Do you even read MHA!? Why do I keep needing to explain Hagakure to you?)

"Now let's go look on Pinterest at different butt shapes - we'll need some reference photos for the big procedure." Hagakure says, reaching for her laptop.

"Oh wow, I can't wait for my BBL!" Ojiro says loudly, grateful for the wonderful life he's been granted by fate. Things are so delightfully good. And they're about to get even bigger better.

End.

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This is the worst thing I've ever written. Enjoy.

[lucy90712]

Hello can you make a kenan x reader fic where he feels guilty for breaking up with reader to concentrate to his career?

"Babe we need to talk" Kenan said 

"Sure what's up" I said 

"I'm really sorry but I think we need to break up I need to focus in my career right now and I love you I really do but nows just not a good time" he said 

"I-it's ok I I get it" I said sobbing 

"I'm sorry baby but it's for the best I can focus on my career and you can focus on school to be the best lawyer anyone's ever seen" he said 

He gave me one last kiss before leaving for me to probably never see him again or at least never kiss him again. As soon as he was gone my sobs got even louder as I thought about our time together. We had our one year anniversary just a month ago and I thought we were happy Kenan was doing well at Juventus and I'm happy at university being challenged to learn more. I truly thought we were happy together but I guess I was wrong and now I've got to figure out who I am without Kenan as he taught me so much about myself that I'm not sure if I know what I am when he's not helping me learn. 

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It's been 3 months since Kenan broke up with me and I can't lie things haven't got any easier  I just can't seem to escape Kenan when I look at my phone there's a post about him, when I turn the tv on there he is and when I walk around I see kids wearing a shirt with his name on. I really hoped that over time my feelings for Kenan would go away but that hasn't happened at all I'm still very much in love with him and miss his presence more than anything. For weeks my friends have been trying to get me out of my post break up depression but nothing has worked all I want to do in my free time is curl up and reminisce on the memories I have with Kenan with tears streaming down my face. 

Being without Kenan has impacted all areas of my life my friends have given up on me and I've never spent so much time in bed in my life but I have channeled my sadness into my university work because when I'm doing work that's the only time I'm not thinking about Kenan. Some would say that's a good thing but I know myself and at some point I'll hit a wall and everything will come crumbling down even more than it is already. 

After working on an assignment all day I got back into bed to watch a movie but of course when I turned the tv on the news was playing a clip from the Juventus game earlier where Kenan got sent off. Seeing him so angry as he went for a challenge he knows better then to go for made me sad we broke up so he could focus on his career but as far as I've seen he hasn't been playing well at all. It makes me wonder if that wasn't really the reason he broke things off or maybe he regrets his decision but that's probably wishful thinking. Just as I was about to turn the tv off and feel sorry for myself my phone rang with a call from my best friend so I had to answer it. 

"Hi" I said 

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" She asked 

"I mean other than uni work no" I said 

"Great we are going out shopping then we are going to get you a new outfit so you feel good about yourself then we are going to a party and before you say no that's not an option we're going" she said 

"I'll go but no promises I'll enjoy myself" I said 

"We can work on that one I just want you to get back to being yourself and not letting that selfish dickhead take away your happiness" she said 

"He's not a dickhead" I defend 

"He really is he broke up with you just after your anniversary and now he's not even playing well that's a dick move and I know you still love him but you can't honestly think that what he did was right" she said 

"I suppose you're right" I surrendered 

"Thats progress well I'll see you tomorrow be ready by 10" she said before hanging up 

I really don't want to go to a party but maybe it will be good for me to get out and see some other people who knows maybe I'll even meet someone and I'll forget about Kenan all together. That sounds like wishful thinking but you never know stranger things have happened in my life. 

Kenan's POV

Seeing the red card didn't exactly surprise me I knew that what I did was wrong I would never usually do something like that but I haven't been myself the last few months since I made the stupid decision to break up with y/n. I regretted breaking up with her as soon as I did it but I was too stubborn to go back and tell her that I'd made a mistake in hopes she'd take me back. I really thought I needed to work on my career and that y/n was going to be a distraction but as it turns out she is what kept me focused. Ever since we broke up I've not been the same I didn't play well at the euros and I definitely haven't started the season well with Juventus in fact I don't think I've been this unfocused in years. 

After getting sent off I just sat in the locker room thinking about life and all the bad decisions I've made over the last few months until the rest of the guys came in a looking defeated which told me all I needed to know we lost and it's probably all my fault. I didn't want to look them all in the eyes as I know what they are thinking and I don't want to see the disappointment in their eyes. 

"What's going on with you man?" Weston asked taking a seat next to me 

"Don't worry it's nothing" I said 

"Come on man no offence but you've been awful this season something must be going on" he said 

"I broke up with y/n and I regret it everyday everything reminds me of her and I can't get her out of my mind" I admitted 

"If you really can't stop thinking about her then tell her she'll either feel the same way and you can get back together or she won't and you can try and move on" he said 

"How am I supposed to talk to her she blocked me after I left her crying at her place and I didn't think she wants to hear from me" I said 

"If you want her back you'll find a way and if it's meant to be the universe will help you out" he said patting me in the back before walking away 

He was right there is no point feeling sorry for myself and doing nothing about it I either need to get over myself or try and change things. I still have y/n's best friend's phone number so I decided to text her and try and find a way to be able to see her. Predictably the first message I got back was filled with all of the things she thought about me but then she did say that the two of them are going to a party tomorrow so I can go and if y/n wants to talk to me then she won't stop her. That was good enough for me even just a chance to see her and try and explain myself is enough for me. 

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All afternoon I've been thinking about seeing y/n at the random party I'm going to crash at one point I talked myself out of going but then I realised that was stupid as this might be my only chance to see her and tell her how I feel. After convincing myself to go I got ready then contemplated my life decisions again in the car on the drive there. Once I got there I put a hat on so hopefully less people would recognise me as I'm not here to attract attention I only want the attention of one person and she'll hate if I turn up as the centre of attention. 

There was so many people in the house that I was wondering how I was going to find y/n but then I spotted her from across the room. Her best friend was nowhere to be seen but there was some guy stood next to her and I could see from where I was stood that he was trying to flirt with her but she didn't seem at all interested. I can't blame the guy for trying though she looked so incredibly beautiful she had on a dress which clung to her figure in all the right places but it also brought out her eyes making them sparkle like they used to when she was happy with me. How I wish I could see her eyes sparkle like that again as we cuddle while watching a movie in bed. It was only then that I realised I was just staring at her from across the room and I was only brought back to reality because the guy gave up with trying to get her attention and walked away muttering to his friends probably something unkind. 

I knew straight away this was my chance she was on her own and I know she hates to make a scene so hopefully I can convince her to let me have just 5 minutes to talk to her. I'm hoping those 5 minutes will be enough to be able to show her how sorry I am for what I did and how much of a mess I am without her because that's the truth I'm a shell of my former self without her. 

Your POV 

I was ready by 10 just like I said I would be but just like I thought I didn't exactly enjoy myself. We went shopping and I was made to buy a new dress because apparently it was perfect for me but I didn't think I looked that good in it it was just like any other. We stayed out shopping pretty much all day until we had to get ready for the party which I really didn't want to go to but I wasn't going to be allowed not to. My best friend did my hair and makeup for me so all I had to do was put on the dress and get in the car which I managed but I definitely wasn't smiling. 

We got to the party and there was a lot more people than I was expecting most of which I didn't know I was hoping my best friend would stick with me but before I knew it she was gone so instead I just stood over the other side of the room on my own. I was really hoping I could go all night without talking to anyone but of course that idea was too good to be true some guy quickly came over to try and flirt with me but I didn't want anything to do with him so I paid no attention to him. It took a while for him to get the hint but eventually he left me alone and I thought that would be the end of my excitement for the night but I was wrong so very wrong. 

Seconds after the guy finally left me alone there was someone else walking towards me. I recognised him instantly and nearly broke down in tears again as I tried to find a way I could get away. Any route to an exit was far too crowded and Kenan could manage to get to me before I could get away. I was trapped and had to just resign myself to my fate and try not to cry in front of everyone which will be difficult as I already want to cry and Kenan hasn't even said anything to me yet. 

"Y/n will you come outside with me for just 5 minutes so we can talk" he said

"Ok" I replied 

Seemingly without thinking he grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd towards the garden. Feeling his hand in mine had my heart racing if I were to close my eyes and pretend that the last few months hadn't happened I would probably feel happy but instead I'm just nervous I don't want him to break my heart again because I don't think I can handle that. He led me to a quiet corner of the garden where he finally let go of my hand and just stared at me for a few moments. 

"Y/n I know you probably don't want to see me but I have to apologise breaking up with you was the worst decision I've ever made I know you probably don't care but I've been a mess without you I can't focus on anything other than how much I miss you" he admitted taking me by surprise 

"Kenan" I started to say 

"I know you hate me for what I did and I would too if things were the other way round but if you miss me at all please can we give this another go I'll do everything right this time I promise" he said 

"Kenan I really do miss you too I never stopped missing you but you hurt me I haven't stopped crying for months I can't just go back to how things were just like that" I said 

"How can I show you that I'm not going to hurt you again" he said

"It won't just happen overnight but I'm willing to give things another chance but we have to take it slow until I feel like I can trust you again" I said

"Can I kiss you?" He asked 

"Of course" I replied 

He put a hand on my cheek as he leant down pressing his lips to mine. It was in that moment that I realised how much I really had missed him as the kiss felt better than any kiss I've had before even our first kiss together which was pretty amazing. We both pulled away smiling from ear to ear as we finally have each other back after months of being miserable. 

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I'll Always Come Back to You (Phoenix Wright x reader)

in which Phoenix is overworking himself yet again and you won't stand for it anymore

Dating a lawyer wasn’t always the best. The abrupt phone calls interrupted much-needed alone time, the confidentiality of his work made small talk hard sometimes, and to your dismay, it seemed your boyfriend in particular took on every burden he came across.

You were reminded of these things as your phone rang during another dinner alone.

“Hello? Phoenix?”

“Hey, hon,” Phoenix’s clearly distraught voice said from the other end. “I’m probably going to pull an all-nighter tonight. Something really bad happened for my case, and I’m going to need to figure it out before court tomorrow.”

That work ethic is going to kill you one day, you think to yourself. “Do you need to talk about… wait, you can’t tell me anything.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Phoenix attempted a laugh. “I really need to get things sorted out on my end, for Maya’s sake.”

Maya. To say you were acquainted would be a severe understatement. That girl followed Phoenix around everywhere, and although you didn’t know the details, it was clear that she was in danger because of the case that Phoenix had taken. He was probably trying to carry the burden all by himself again, even though you told him you’d be happy to take some weight off his shoulders.

Finally, you sighed. “Phoenix, come home.”

“What?”

“You’re working yourself to the bone again,” you continued. “Come home and let me take care of you before you collapse in court from exhaustion.”

“But, Maya-”

“Would Maya want to see you like this?”

“You don’t even know what I look like right now.”

“I can make a pretty good guess.”

Silence.

You let out an exasperated huff. “Phoenix Wright, come eat a home-cooked meal and sleep in your own bed. If you can’t take care of yourself, how can you expect to take care of a client?”

“As if I want to take care of that prick.”

You held back a laugh. It was nice knowing that Phoenix could take off his filter when he was around you. “Then think of it as taking care of Maya,” you said.

More silence, and then a sigh. “Okay.”

“I’ll have dinner ready for you when you get back,” you finish, and then hang up. He’d better actually come home.

It was as soon as you were done cooking that you heard the front door unlocking. As it opened up, you were met with a worn-down Phoenix. His eyes had heavy bags, his hair was mussed and tangled, and his posture was so bad he looked about three inches shorter. You didn’t want to worry him even more, so you put on a smile and came up to him, placing a kiss on his scarily-low cheek.

“Good to see you, baby,” you said. “Get dinner while it’s hot.”

Despite his appearance, he still offered a warm smile to you before dragging himself to the kitchen.

Phoenix ate like a high school boy who just finished a sports game. His food was gone in mere minutes, his seconds and thirds following close behind. He barely gave you any time to brush his tangles out of his hair.

“So, Engarde’s a prick, huh?” you ask.

Phoenix scoffed. “You wouldn’t believe it. I’ve always been wary of celebrity personalities, but his is rotten to the core.” You tried not to pay attention to how Phoenix’s expression darkened when he talked about Engarde. Perhaps his client wasn’t the best choice for conversation.

“Man, your hair is a bird’s nest,” you say. “You need to take better care of it. I like those spikes, you know.”

You got a snort out of Phoenix from that comment, but his solemn expression didn’t go away. Poor guy, you thought.

It was almost like Phoenix read your thoughts, because he turned to you with a fake smile, saying, “I’m fine, love. This case is just a bit tough, that’s all.”

Nobody who looks like you do is “fine”, you said to yourself. Still, that wasn’t worth arguing over. You gave him a smile back, and patted his shoulders. “How about we head to bed? It’s almost midnight, and you have a big day tomorrow.”

Phoenix grunted as he got up from his chair. “I’ll get some sleep in a little bit,” he said. “I just need to work out some of the details in this case. You can go on to bed without me.”

Bullshit. He was trying to stay up all night anyway. Simply arguing with him wouldn’t work, and it wouldn’t be good for your relationship, either. There was only one way to get him to take care of himself.

“That’s okay. You stay up as long as you need to, but I’m going to stay up with you.”

You felt a little bit bad, guilt tripping him like this. Still, it was the only way to get him to go to bed. He could jeopardize his own health just fine, but you knew he wouldn’t want to jeopardize yours.

Phoenix continued to his desk. He really meant it, it seemed. Well, you meant it, too. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at your boyfriend as he gritted his teeth, clutching his hair that you so lovingly untangled for him. He flipped through page after page, and when he was done, he went to the beginning and flipped through them again.

The task of staying up was grueling for you, too. Your eyes begged for you to close them, your head nodding up and down. Your eyesight began to blur, and it took more effort than usual to focus your gaze. Your limbs felt heavier, and your yawns became more frequent. Eventually, Phoenix looked over to you, his expression softening.

“I can see you starting to doze off,” he said. “I appreciate the gesture, but you don’t have to stay up with me.”

“I’m not doing this as a gesture,” you said. “I’m making sure you take care of yourself. If you want me to get good sleep, you’re going to have to get good sleep yourself.”

Phoenix clicked his tongue. He looked down at his papers, then back at you. You stifled a yawn.

“You won’t last long.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Phoenix went back to his work, and you forced yourself to stay awake. A few more minutes of rustling papers, and Phoenix hung his head low. “Fine. You win.”

You gave him a smile. “That’s good. I’m sure you’re more tired than I am.”

You watched as Phoenix turned off his desk lamp, climbing into bed with you. You positioned him so his face was buried in your neck as you combed through his hair with your fingers. There were already tangles in it again. You kept yourself awake until you could feel Phoenix’s body relax and truly drift off to sleep, then let your own eyes close as you went off to dreamland with him.

The next morning, you awoke with empty arms. You grunted, then stretched your arms out, slowly rising from your pillow. A familiar noise rung through your ears: the rustling of papers.

“You’re already working on the case again, huh?” you asked. You turned to look at Phoenix, who nodded in reply.

“I have to consider things from every angle. My mind feels refreshed now, so I can’t spare any of my brain power until this case is over. I’ll repay your kindness some other time, I promise.”

You gave a small smile. “You’ve done more than enough to deserve that kindness in the first place.” You got up from your bed, walking to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a quick breakfast.”

And so, your morning felt very similar to your night. You stood behind Phoenix, brushing his hair, as he ate breakfast with one hand and flipped through court records with the other. Eventually, he got up, and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’ve gotta go now,” he said, stuffing papers into his briefcase. “I love you.”

Right before he rushed out the door, you yelled, “Phoenix!”

He stopped, turning to look at you. His face was littered with crumbs and his tie was far too loose. You slowly approached him, grabbing his tie first.

“I love you, Phoenix,” you said. You pulled the tie up to his neckline. “Whatever happens in that trial today, I will still love you.” You grabbed a napkin nearby and wiped his face. “So you have to promise that you’ll let me take care of you if you need it, okay?”

For the first time since last night, Phoenix gave a genuine smile. “I promise. I promise I’ll come back to you.” He leaned in to give you a soft peck on the lips. “Always. Now, I’ve really got to go. I’ll be late if I wait around any longer.”

Your smile finally wasn’t forced. “Okay, okay. Good luck!”

And with that, Phoenix left, closing the door behind him.

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I think people always tackle taco's insecurities in post-canon tacomic relationship but I never see people thinking about mic's issues and insecurities at all! in fact, I never see people point out how much mic thrives for attention and validation. Her perception of self is dictated by others around her and how they view her, which on its own I don't think has truly really changed. On episode 16 although seemingly more relaxed she just looked so exhausted, almost as if she is trying to distract herself from everything that is going on (it is implied she heard about the events of truth or flare after all) so I picture that at least at the start she is doing good, she is here helping taco with her own problems and insecurities and reassuring her she wont leave her, but then taco slowly gets better I think, and maybe right in that moment all of mic's problems slowly start to re-appear and it starts driving her crazy, I doubt she talks taco about them as much as she should, taco COULD get some honesty on it. But I don't think mic would tell her the whole thing, I think mic is hesitant and lost of how to tell her the extend of her confusion and issues. So she bottles them up, maybe does some concerning jokes here and there and proceeds to use physical intimacy and affection to cope, its something I always pictured her doing and I do think taco notices. Mic is always affectionate, but when she is not doing well this affection comes off more as desperation. Mic is desperate. And taco can sense it, it worries her but she tries her best to not be pushy about it, maybe her girlfriend just had a bad day, and maybe she is coming to her for support. And so she gives her that. And tomorrow will probably be a little easier to deal with. the thing is: it gets worse.

taco cannot pinpoint when it started happening but she notices how she slowly begins to become even more desperate than before, perhaps the playful mornings where she would pout and whine when taco left the bed begin to seem less like playful banter and more like genuine anxiety over her leaving masked as something else. She can see the way she zones out when she kisses her, the way her hands grip her almost so tightly. There is something so wrong, but mic is not telling her what it is, I feel knife is the one that pushes her to press on more about because its becoming increasingly obvious to absolutely EVERYONE that this is something that is not getting better and perhaps taco has an easier job cracking her open than anyone else else, and when she does mic absolutely breaks DOWN.

Hi Kiara!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your headcanon!!!

Oooo, tackling Mic today!!!! :D I'm not sure I have her down as well as I have Taco down, but like for every character in II, I'll do my best!!!!^^ Please let me know if I say stuff that's OOC for her!!!!!

It's true!! Attention and validation are really important for her!! She's a Microphone that goes unheard by those around her!!! I think she has more confidence and self-determination now, but we all saw how the red line game messed with her!! It's very much still a prominent issue for her!!!!!! And we know she's still yearning for Taco, despite their break up argument, that's an important connection for her!!! So hearing that Taco had done all that after she left?? That Taco had literally fallen apart?? She'd be bothered by that!! Mic isn't the kind of person to take joy in seeing people suffer, even if she's upset with them, yeah? I can see her ignoring her own issues in favor of helping Taco, especially as Taco starts to really change and get better, actually. She's really happy that Taco is doing well!! Things are going well!! Everyone's being nicer to each other now that so much is out in the open and the game is over!!! And Taco would very much try to help, but even as she is getting better, she still isn't the most emotionally intelligent!! She can tell something is off, but not how to help!!! And Mic using physical affection to cope!!! Yes yup!!! Scratches her itch for attention and validation without addressing her actual feelings and problems!!! And Taco will give her that, because she does want to help!! She knows something is wrong and is trying to help, even if the coping mechanism isn't the best!! Take one look at that Taco and tell me she knows anything about good coping mechanisms. I dare you.

AHAHAHA I LOVE IT WHEN IT GETS WORSE FOR MY BELOVED CHARACTERS AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! okay back to the actual content

OUGH Taco noticing through Mic's tones and body language my beloved. She is so keyed into Mic <3 she may not have social skills but Taco does know how to read anyone like a book. Made to manipulate and all that, yeah? But she can use those powers of observation for good!! And you know she's really worried if she goes to Knife of all people about it. I love their complex relationship but they're not exactly the types to seek out each others company, yeah? He could help Taco with what to say to Mic and yeah, we get a Mic breakdown that Taco helps with!!! <3

I think the key to getting Mic to open up about what's bothering her would be more physical affection!! But rather than the passionate romance type, more of a toned down, sweet love type, yeah? Holding her hand, or a hug, or a hand on her shoulder, yeah!! Still giving her validation but in a way that encourages her to open up rather than bury her issues underneath the physical touch.

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You Deserve Better

(Asahi Azumane)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to azuriota]

Requested by: Yours Truly

Word Count: 3,561

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Mental Health

Anxiety

Mental Breakdown

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     The teddy bear energy that radiates off my boyfriend filters into my club room before the sight of the man is present. The other members of the band can sense it too, soft snickers being sent my way, a few soft teases mixed in.

     "Honey, are you in here?" Asahi's voice quickly joins the joking, a soft knock on the club room door ringing out.

     "Hey," I greet, sending him a reassuring smile. Some of the anxiety melts from his face, his smile cementing a bit more. "How was practice?" I ask, quickly - but carefully - putting my things into my cubby.

     "Tiring," Asahi answers, his focus on slowly working his way into the room, making sure not to bump into or break any of the instruments or parts littered around the room. "Noya tried his rolling thunder move again which used to not be a big deal but this one time - "

     "This one time, at band practice." The volume of the room explodes, every member piping up with the well-known quote.

     Asahi nervously laughs, awkwardly standing behind me. "I don't know what that means."

     "It's a quote from American Pie," I fill in the gaps for him, settling on the carpeted floor so I can pull my band shoes off and slip my day-to-day shoes on. "Anyway, rolling thunder is a big deal now, why?"

     "He... uh... tripped Tanaka and Coach band the move for a while," he finishes his statement, nervous hands toying with my hair before he scares himself into stopping the soft touches.

     Once my shoes are on, I jump onto my feet, tugging my school bag out of its place before turning around. "Ready?" I ask, situating the strap comfortably on myself.

"Ya," he murmurs, eyeing me for a second before his head snaps away, a soft pink slithering across his cheeks.

I smile to myself, enjoying Asahi's easiness to embarrassment as I make my way out of the room, saying goodbye and waving to a few of the other members. He follows after me, trudging around like a shy Great Dane, worried about knocking something over with its wagging tail.

He eases up when we get outside of the club room, an audible sigh leaving him as his shoulders relax. Once I'm sure Asahi is fully relaxed - or at least as relaxed as his nerves will ever allow - I slide my hand around his arm, my fingertips clinging to his bicep. "You have a game tomorrow, right?" I ask, glancing up at him before I lead us forward.

"Ya, well, a practice match," he stumbles out, happily letting me take the lead as I direct us down the stairs and away from the club rooms.

"That's like a 'fake' game, right? No actual reward for winning? Just some in-game practice?"

"Ya," he sighs, voice a bit airy as he trudges along beside me. I don't have to glance to know what his face looks like. His cheeks are pink, like always, eyes soft and pretty much stamped with hearts as he stares at me.

Asahi is an easy man to love. It doesn't take much to make him happy. Get along with his friends, take an interest in volleyball and his fashion knowledge, and listen when he talks. That's the whole groundwork for making him feel cared for. His anxiety is a harder part to care for, but even that can be pretty easy. For the most part, he just needs reassurance.

"Um... since tomorrow is Saturday and it's against Nekoma I probably won't be available most of the day," he rushes out, his free arm jerking to the side so he can lay his hand on top of mine.

"That's alright. Practice is important," I tell him, knocking my head back so I can look up at him. I squeeze his arm as I send him a smile, hoping it'll help calm down any thoughts starting to brew in his mind. "Plus we have a band meeting tomorrow to discuss the upcoming school club presentations. I'll pop my head into the gym to say hello and see a few of your spikes. Maybe I'll even get spoiled and get to see you serve."

That does the trick, Asahi's muscles relaxing again under my soft reassurance. "I don't know if I'll play as good with you watching."

"I went to all your official games last year and you played fine," I remind him, leading the two of us out of the school gates and off school property.

"Ya, you did," he mutters, a weary smile on his face as his hand messes with the bun his hair is tied in. "Anyway, I just brought it up 'cause... well... um... since I'll busy most of tomorrow and usually we... you know... Saturdays are kind of our day to spend... together. I was just... I want to - "

"Asahi?" I interpret, my footsteps falling to a stop, his quickly ending too.

"Ya, Hon?" He mutters, looking down at me, a bit of curiosity coating his face. It's nice to see something other than worry or anxiety painting his features.

I turn to the side, my head tilted and the side of my body pressed into his arm so I can look up at Asahi better. "Since you're going to be busy all day tomorrow, could we get dinner tonight instead?"

I can see my question working its way into his thoughts, a slow smile growing on his lips as he processes my words. "Of course, I'd like that," he mutters, pink quickly joining the huge grin on his face.

I jump up to my tippy toes, plopping a kiss on his cheek before I settle flat on my feet again. An excited peep spills from him, one that I don't acknowledge so he doesn't get self-conscious about it. Instead, I start our footsteps again, making our way down the street, toward the neighborhood we live in.

Our walk is quiet and soothing for a few moments. The sun setting, the soft final chirps of the birds, the slow melting of the stars into the sky. Even the long shadows starting to form on the road bring a different kind of comfortable beauty.

"Honey?" Asahi calls, pulling my attention away from the soft admiration I was giving our walk. I let out a hum, once again tilting my head back to look up at him. "I don't think there's anything open this late. I'm sorry."

"The Sakanoshita Market should be open, right?"

The smile that's always on his face drops away, a soft frown replacing his pearly grin. "I'm not taking you to a convenience store for dinner, Hon."

"Why not? As long as we get to eat together, I don't care where we go to dinner. Sakanoshita is fine, it's open, and it's on the way home. Seems perfect to me," I mutter, shrugging my shoulders once I'm done talking.

A big part of Asahi's anxieties surrounding our relationship is his insecurities and worries I'm going to leave. The biggest root of that issue is money. He's always worried he's not living up to or offering enough of the glamour he believes a boyfriend should offer his girlfriend. No matter how many times I tell him I don't care and that material love is something I don't need, it never seems to sink in.

     He sucks in his cheek, nibbling on it as he thinks my statement over. "You deserve better than Sakanoshita," Asahi whispers, looking anywhere but me.

"They have the best rice balls I've ever had. I'm excited to have them for dinner," I try to soothe, leaning against the ace as we walk. Silence falls between us again, Asahi buried in his thoughts, and me buried away too, thinking of ways to make him feel better.

Why can't he see I'm happy with anything as long as it's the two of us together? We could get cheap ramen cups and heat them in the microwave at one of the houses and I'd be happy because we're eating together. I wish he could see that. I wish he'd believe me when I tell him that.

It's not long until the hill leading down to the Sakanoshita Market comes into view. Instinctually, Asahi shakes my hold off his arm before slithering it around my back, clinging to my hip so I don't stumble on the decline and fall.

My hand slides across his back too, crawling across the material of his white practice shirt. My fingers ball up some of the material, holding onto it instead of the stretch waistband of his shorts. "You deserve better than Sakanoshita," Asahi repeats, his grip tightening before it evens out again.

     "Sakanoshita is perfect, just like you're perfect," I mutter back, laying my head against him.

      "I'm glad you think so," he sighs, pulling away from me when we get to the bottom of the hill. Asahi is too deep in his self-doubt for me to drag him out of it. I decide to leave it be, wanting to fill our quick dinner with admiration before we're apart for the weekend. Sometimes showering him in love is enough to get his mind off its negative track; hopefully, this is one of those times.

     His body stiffens the closer we get to the store's door, but he still holds it open for me, letting me walk in first. "Thank you," I mutter, smiling at him as I walk past.

     "You deserve so much better," he whispers under his breath, but I still pick up on it. I leave it be, focusing on the way Asahi's hand settles on the small of my back, leading me around his coach's shop. Why can't he see that these little moments are all I need? I wish he could see himself through my eyes.

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     Click. Click. Click.

     The repeated sound pulls my droopy eyes open, making me fight off the sleep trying to envelop my body. 

     Click. Click. Click.

     The sound comes again, lulling my body into rolling over, feet to the freezing floorboards as I push myself into a stand. My hands jump to my face, rubbing my eyes as I make my way over to the window.

     Click. Click. Click.

     My eyes catch on the hand shifting in front of my window, a silver class ring wrapped around one of the fingers. I shake my head, a smile already forming on my face as I make my way to the window. As the hand goes to click against the window again, I slide it open. "Asahi?" I whisper, sticking my head out of the opening.

"Hey, Honey," his airy greeting is whispered back. Asahi has climbed up and is now clinging to the trellis built across the side of the house. His face is ghostly white, nerves and his fear of heights very evident on his face. "I would appreciate an offer to come in now, please."

"Climb on through," I softly giggle, backing away from the window.

He quickly takes my offer, finishing the climb up the trellis before struggling to squeeze through my window. By the time Asahi does manage to wiggle his way into my room, his cheeks are red instead of the sickly white they were before. "That climb never gets easier," he mutters, wiping his hands across his clothes.

"You know, if you would text me and ask to sneak in instead of just showing up you'd be able to use the door," I tease, eagerly moving forward to wrap my arms around his waist. Instantly - like always - my head rests against his chest, enjoying the warmth spilling off of my boyfriend despite the chilly night and the fact that he just spent the past ten minutes outside.

"I did text you," Asahi peeps out, his strong arms wrapping around me as well, one of his big hands rubbing across my back as the other rests against my waist. "You didn't answer so I figured you were asleep but I wanted to see you so I took my chances on knocking on your window and I probably shouldn't have done that but - "

"- but it worked out so everything is fine," I interpret, rubbing my nose against his chest.

     Asahi lets out a deep exhale, his body loosening with the sigh. Both his hands start rubbing across my back, warming it up as the big ball of worry lowers to rest his cheek on top of my head. "You're wearing my shirt," he mutters, balling up the material for a second before he goes back to softly massaging me.

     "I wear it to bed, you know that," I tease, tilting my head so my chin is resting against his chest instead of my face.

     "Well, I just..." his cheeks are quickly heating up, his deep brown eyes jumping between my face and the shirt hanging on my body. "I know you wear it when you spend the night. I just... I didn't think... you wore it any other time."

     "I wear it every night. Speaking of which, it doesn't smell like you anymore so I'll need another one," I babble, pulling out of our embrace. My hand falls to wrap around Asahi's wrist, tugging him along after me as I head back to my bed.

     "Okay," he murmurs lightly, a bit airy from the realization. He happily follows after me, standing next to the bed as I sit on the edge of it. Once I'm settled, I tug the shirt I'm wearing off, dropping it to the floor once I'm free from it. "Honey. Darling. Um... I... I'm not... feeling that... right now," he stumbles over his words, his blush darkening even more as he flickers between looking at me and the ceiling. "Not that I don't find you attractive or that I don't want you in that way. I just - "

     "I want your shirt," I mutter, leaning forward to tap a finger against his chest.

     "Oh," he breathes out, some of the heat on his face melting away as a soft smile replaces his nervousness. "I do think you're pretty, by the way," Asahi's ramble starts again, his hands falling to tug his shirt up. "And you are very... sexually attractive to me but... um... I just... I want to just lay with you. You know, since I don't... I don't get to do that tomorrow."

"Asahi," I coo, taking the shirt he's holding out to me. "I wanted your shirt and I want to lay with you too. I'm not going to feel less attractive because you're not horny. It's okay," I continue to coo, tugging his shirt on. Once I'm clothed, I crawl further into my bed, lying down when I'm comfortable again. "Come here," I mutter, patting the spot next to me.

     He almost shoots forward, quickly kicking his shoes off as he climbs into the bed with me. Instead of lying next to me, Asahi situates himself on top of me. His head is on my stomach, an arm tucked under my left thigh, and resting my knee on his shoulder, with the rest of him lying on top of my other leg, and his free arm wrapped around my hips. Instantly he relaxes against me, taking a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

     I feel folded like a pretzel and I know I won't be able to sleep in a position like this. I don't mind though since it'll help Asahi rest, since it'll help his mind quiet down. My hands fall to his hair, carefully taking out the elastic band keeping the strands trapped in the bun he usually wears.

My fingers slide through the shaded brown color of his hair, carefully working out the knots it's made throughout the day. I start softly humming too, hoping to fill his mind before negative thoughts have the chance to.

"You deserve better," Asahi mutters against my stomach, tightening his arms around me. My knee pops from the movement, making his arms go limp and his lips press desperate apologetic kisses into my belly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he rushes out between spilled kisses.

"You're fine," I coo, shifting my legs a bit to counter the uncomfortable cracking that just happened. "You didn't hurt me and I was more than happy with Sakanoshita."

     "I'm not just talking about Sakanoshita," Asahi whispers, his hand shifting down from my thigh to my knee, gently massaging it. "You deserve better than me, Hon."

     My hands tighten on his hair, forcing his head to lift and tip backward. "Baby," I call, my tone a bit harsher than usual. "I love you. I'm with you. I want you. That makes you perfect."

     His eyes slide across my face before tumbling off of it, looking anywhere else that he can. "You deserve someone who can believe that, Honey. Someone that can buy you the world. Someone that's not always freaking out," Asahi mumbles, blinking quickly to try and stop his forming tears from spilling. It doesn't work, a few tear drops falling from his eyes.

     Quickly, my hands fall from his hair, cupping his cheeks to brush away his tears. "Baby," I hum, leaning forward to replace my fingertips with my lips. "It's okay that you don't always believe it. You can't help your mental illness. I'll tell you you're perfect a hundred times if that's what it takes to make your anxiety believe it, even if it's only for a second. I don't need you to buy me the world, I just need you to be a part of my world. As long as you tell me about your freakouts, I don't mind them either, okay?"

     "Okay," he murmurs, shifting his eyes back to my face. Asahi's face is pink again, this time because of his tears and not because of embarrassment. My reassuring has made him cry more, giving me fresh tears to kiss away. "I'm sorry, Hon. I wish... I just... I'm sorry that I'm like this."

     My lips tumble over his nose, littering pecked kisses across his skin. "You're perfect, just the way you are. I love you, Asahi. Every part of you. Good and bad."

     "I love you too, but you deserve better. So much better," he babbles, dipping his head to follow after my lips. "I'm sorry. You deserve a better man than me."

     "You're perfect, baby. You're just having a bad mental day and that's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

     "I know," he sighs, some of the tension leaving his body again. "You're so... good to me. So patient, so calm, so understanding. I don't deserve you. You don't deserve me. You deserve a guy better than me."

     I shake my head, letting my nose rub against his cheek as I disagree. "You are who I want. Isn't that what you're always worried about? Not being able to give me what I want? Well, I want you, so give me you." A soft sound leaves Asahi's lips, the majority of the sound still stuck in his chest. "Can you do that for me?"

"Of course," he rushes out, voice a bit airy from shock and probably a tad of disbelief. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," I mutter, tipping his head up so I can brush my lips against his. Asahi melts into the kiss, lips chapped but needily pressed against mine. His arms tighten around me again, and luckily, nothing creeks or cracks this time around. "You need to sleep baby," I whisper when we pull apart, staying close enough that our lips still brush against one another. "Your anxiety spikes when you're tired, it'll help."

When I lean back, Asahi melts into me again, resting his full weight against me as his muscles relax. "I don't deserve you," he hiccups into my stomach, pressing his head into me to try and bury himself further.

"Maybe not, but I want you," I softly sigh, twirling his hair around my fingertips again, not letting myself relax as well. I know we haven't beaten his anxiety for the night, not yet. "There's nothing else I want. All I want is you."

I can feel the hiccup he has, his chest bouncing against my leg as fresh tears coat the shirt I stole off his back, but I leave it be. I let my beautifully strong yet fragile man work his way out of his anxiety and worry. The whole time I stay put, twirling his hair, rubbing his back, massaging his shoulders, and whispering about all my love and admiration for him.

"You deserve better," he finally whispers, head turning to the side and voice raspy from crying. There's a hint of exhaustion buried in his raspy tone, the heaviness of his eyelids cutting off my view of Asahi's eyes. "I don't deserve you," he adds, the words barely stumbling out because of how quickly his need for sleep is taking over.

"You deserve everything you want," I coo, sliding a few loose strands out of his face before my fingers focus on drying his cheeks. "I'm worried I'm the one that doesn't deserve you." I don't get an answer, Asahi's too far gone in the cloudiness of sleep, but I don't mind. Unlike him, voicing my worries helps to loosen them. "You deserve better than me, baby."