#have to do all my homework in the mornings but i’ll get best pick of the seats in the library

[anders-hawke]

finally managing to teach myself to go to bed at 12 and wake up at 8

[flemingsfreckles]

Be Home Soon

Synopsis: based off this request! Jessie has some hard feelings about being away from you and your kids so much, you do your best to reassure her.

Warnings: it’s a little sad, but nothing major.

WC: 1.7k

A/N: as I joked, this could be my last Jessie fic. I have a fear that seeing her in person at the game today will make me feel ~weird~ about writing for her, so we’ll see 🤷‍♀️

I also just finished writing this, gave it a quick skim and I’m posting it, so there’s bound to be errors, but I wanted it posted before I had to leave for the game.

The sound of the FaceTime call connecting has you running back over to where your phone sat. “Hi sorry, give me a second.” You quickly wave at the sight of your wife on the screen before running off to the other side of the room where your daughter sat in her playpen playing with blocks.

“Come here Kara, we’re going to say hi to Mom.” You reach down and pick up your daughter, propping her on your hip and walking back over to the phone that’s propped up against a water bottle on the kitchen table.

“Hi, sorry, it’s been a little hectic here. Kara’s been sassier than usual and Blake’s been coming down with a cold or something, I’m hoping she didn’t catch what he’s got.” Your daughter begins to whine on your hip, you gently start bouncing her, trying to soothe her fussing. “Look, it's Mom.” You point to Jessie’s face on the screen to show your daughter.

“Hi Kara, hi baby girl.” Jessie tries to pull your daughter's attention to her but your daughter is too busy pointing to the cabinet wanting a snack.

“Blake, come say hi to Mom!” You shout in the direction of your son’s room.

“Hey,” Jessie changes her tone, no longer using her high pitched baby voice, “are you taking care of yourself too?”

“Uh, yeah, just, the kids are priority.”

“Babe.” You knew she must’ve noticed the darker than usual circles around your eyes, you hadn’t been sleeping well, the empty bed next to you and a sick child were a lethal combination to your sleeping habits.

“Jess, I’m good, don’t worry.” You shoot her a pointed look over your shoulder letting her know not to push the subject at the moment. You wait a second before shouting for your son again, you hear his bedroom door open and he comes walking over to the phone.

“Say hi to your Mom.” You point at the phone.

“Hi.” Your son waves at the phone, he doesn’t sound thrilled to see your wife unlike your daughter who was repeatedly saying Mom into your ear.

Jessie starts asking him about school, she’d only been gone ten days so far, but she had missed the first full week of school for your kids. She was asking about teachers and homework and all the things she missed out on hearing about. You turn around occupying yourself with making your daughter a small snack

“When are you coming home Mom?” It was a question your son asked you frequently. When would Jessie be home, why was she gone so long, why did she always leave? Everytime he asks, your heart hurts for him. He just missed his mom, you missed her too, but playing was her job, her passion, you couldn’t ask her to step away.

“Soon, I promise, I get on a flight tomorrow night, I’ll be home the next morning.”

“I miss you, I don’t like when you’re gone.” You hear your son's sad voice from behind you. Closing the cabinet, you turn just in time to watch a flash of hurt run across Jessie’s face as she tries to fake a smile to your son.

“I know buddy, I’ll be home in two days though, you know my job makes me travel a bit.”

“I hate your stupid job.” The words sound so angry coming from your child’s mouth, your jaw drops and eyes widen.

“Blake!” You are quick to scold him. “Don’t talk to your Mom like that.”

“No, I hate it, she’s always gone.” He shouts back at you before storming off back to his room. You watch the irony, your wife’s name and number splayed across the back of the shirt he was wearing as he stomped away.

You suck in a big breath before slowly releasing it, throwing your head back, trying to compose yourself. When you tilt your head back down your met with the face of your wife, clearly hurt by what your son had said.

“Oh Jess, honey.” You grab the phone with your free hand before walking to sit down on the couch, letting Kara crawl back to her blocks.

“Sorry.” She sniffles, biting her lip and blinking hard as she looks up at the ceiling. “I just, it’s hard being away.”

“I know babe, you don’t have to be sorry.”

You watch as a tear falls from Jessie’s eye. “I know but I am, I’m so sorry. It’s not fair. It’s not fair to you, or to them. I feel like I’m never home.”

“Jessie.” You wish you could climb through the screen of your phone and engulf your wife into a hug.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to reassure me, you’re already doing so much. You’re the best wife, and the best mother, I wish I could be as good of a mom as you.”

“Honey. You’re an excellent Mom.” You knew there weren’t enough words in the world to make Jessie believe you, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try.

“No Blake’s right, I’m hardly home, I feel like I’m always traveling, I miss important life events.”

“Jessie, you’re home plenty. It just feels long right now, it’s been two years of major tournaments.” It felt cruel for the World Cup and Olympics to be back to back. It was always a hectic two years even when you didn’t have kids, but you also couldn’t lie, when the Olympics were over it was nice knowing there wasn’t a major tournament for almost two more years.

“Yeah I guess. I just sometimes wonder if I’m making the wrong choice, still playing.” She puts her hood up on the sweatshirt she’s wearing, sitting back into the pillows of the hotel bed.

“It might not help, but I don’t think it’s the wrong choice. Jessie you’re not gone as much as it probably feels like. And I know Blake said he hates your job, he’s just having a rough day. That kid loves you and your job, he’s never not in one of your club or Canada jerseys.”

“I know I just feel bad.” You watch as she fiddles with her hands in her lap, a small quiver in her lip tells you she’s on the verge of tears again.

“Baby, when someone asks his favorite athlete, he always answers ‘my Mom’, he finds ever opportunity to talk about how his Mom is a professional soccer player, he loves watching you play, and yeah the long tournaments are harder, but I think he’d miss watching you play. Kara, she doesn’t quite understand yet, but she likes seeing you on the TV too, I don’t think it’s time for you to be done yet.”

Jessie doesn’t say anything, she just looks at you through the screen, you know she’s probably doubting herself, every tournament she’s played in since your kids were brought into the world, every weekend she’s away. Her heartbroken face upset you. You sit for a moment before starting again.

“And Jessie, you take the time to call, you call them before and after every game, you call every single night, you haven’t missed one. You read them bedtime stories over the phone. You’re still an excellent Mom to them, it’s from a distance sometimes but you still make the time. There’s plenty of parents who wouldn’t, plenty of parents who go on work trips and don’t bother with even one call. And when you’re home, you’re their favorite person, you play with them and you teach them all the silly little facts you store in that brain, you show them how to be good humans and that is so important.”

“It’s not just Blake and Kara though, it’s a lot of extra work that gets put on you.”

“Yeah, but I knew that.” You shake your head slightly with a smile. “Honey you’ve been a professional athlete our entire relationship, I’ve sat through World Cups and Olympics, and the weekends away, it’s not new to me. I knew what I was signing up for when I asked you to marry me, I knew what I was signing up for when we started talking about kids, I knew what I was signing up for when we actually had our babies.”

Jessie just nods along to your words. You reach down, picking up Kara who had wandered over and was hanging on to your leg. You place her on your lap, adjusting the phone so Jessie could see her.

“And Jessie, despite knowing you’d be gone, and busy occasionally, I couldn’t imagine my life without you, I wouldn’t have this life without you.” You look down to where your daughter had stacked a small block tower. “I love you Jess, you’re an amazing wife, and an even better Mom. You working, doesn’t change that.”

Jessie’s now got tears in her eyes again. She reaches over grabbing a tissue from the bedside table before wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. “Sorry, I love you, you’re incredible and I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You deserve the world Jessie.” You say before you hear your son's bedroom door open. You hear the small pats of his feet before he’s standing across from you, his freckled face reminiscent of your wife.

“Hi Blake.” You say, letting Jessie know he was back in the room.

“Hi. I’m tired. Can Mom read me a story?” He asks, pointing at the phone. You look down to see Jessie’s face break into a small smile.

“Sure buddy.” She answers before you get the chance.

“Of course.” You shoot Jessie a smile on the phone. You give her a smile before handing the phone over to your son. “I’m going to hand you to Blake, I love you, we’ll talk later.”

[five-rivers]

archetypical changes

@echoghost1 @ghostfox_fuyu

It started out small.  Small enough that, in retrospect, Danny was surprised he noticed at all.  But he did.  At least, he noticed enough to dismiss it as nothing important. 

It was just hair, after all.  Just hair, growing a bit too fast.  He knew that people did have different rates of hair growth naturally.  Like, beards especially could grow fast.  That’s why five o’clock shadow was a thing.  

Just hair.  

He wound a curl around finger, where it peeked out from under his left ear.  This fast…  He could probably brush it off.  Maybe it was an extension of his healing powers.  He’d just need to cut it more often, so he didn’t go to the barber too often.  Would that even be something people would notice?  

He’d noticed.  It was his body.  His hair.  

Would anyone else?

He ran a hand through it, sweeping it back, and went on with his life.  

“Hey, Jazz,” he said, a week later.  “Will you give me a haircut?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Jazz.  She turned from her desk and looked him over.  “It is getting long, but didn’t you just get a haircut?”

Danny shrugged.  “Does it matter?”

Jazz walked over to him and looked up and down the hallway.  “Is it a ghost thing?” she whispered.  

“No idea,” Danny said.  

Jazz sighed, as if it was his fault he was a freak of nature.  

Well.  It kind of was.  Still.  She didn't need to act like it.

“Come on, we'll do it in the bathroom. I'll get the broom, you find the scissors.”

They regrouped in the bathroom a few minutes later.  Jazz had picked up a chair as well. 

“Go ahead and sit down,” she said as she pulled a comb from a drawer.  She ran the comb through his hair.  

“I did brush my hair before,” said Danny, leaning back slightly and closing his eyes.  

“Sure,” said Jazz.  “Just checking.  How do you want this?”

“However it was before.  Just shorter than it is now.”

“Well… I’ll do my best.  But you know I’ve not done this before, right?”

“Yeah, but I can’t ask Mom or Dad, and I’m broke, so.  This is about it.  Unless I want to ask Sam, and I’m not ready to go goth.”

“Going ghost is enough for you, huh?”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay,” said Jazz with a sigh.  “Let’s do this.”

The scissors snipped cleanly through his hair, over and over, ticklish strands falling around his ears and shoulders.  Jazz didn’t get fancy.  She kept things relatively even and didn’t attempt fades or different lengths or anything like that.  The result was somewhat strange, but it was workable.  No one would think he had some kind of weird hair-growing… thing.  

Yeah.  He was totally killing this secret identity thing.  

Jazz ran a hand through his hair, shaking loose a few more cut strands.  “Your hair is really fluffy, you know that?”

“Thanks, Jazz,” said Danny.  

“Thank me by helping clean up.  Your hair got everywhere.”

“Guess that’s why barber shops use those weird little capes.”

“Yeah,” said Jazz.  

They cleaned up relatively quickly, and Danny spent the rest of the afternoon working on homework, secure in the knowledge that he had, once again, protected himself from discovery via stupid means, like supernaturally fast-growing hair.  He didn’t have the time for it to distract him from what was really important.  In this case, transformations of functions.  

Math.  What would he do without it?

Then, of course, he went to bed and fell asleep.  No one disturbed him that night, ghost or human, which only happened about half the time, even if it felt like he was being woken up every night, sometimes.  

He woke up and ran his hands through his hair.  It felt longer than it had yesterday when he went to bed, but not by a huge amount.  He might have to get Jazz to cut his hair once a week or more.  Maybe he’d just have to learn how to do it himself.  Ugh…

He went about his usual morning routine in his normal somnambulant state.  Clothing, shoes, on to the bathroom…  

His reflection blinked sleepily at him.  Yeah, his hair was a bit longer, but only by a few millimeters.  It wasn’t growing fast enough that anyone would notice over the course of a few days.

Dismissing the problem as one that wouldn’t truly become problematic for a few more days, he picked up his toothbrush and made a face at himself in the mirror.  

Then he froze.  

He leaned forward, over the sink, baring his teeth.  He poked at his canines with one finger.  Yep.  Yep, that was real.  That wasn’t a hallucination, even if it seemed like it should be.  

His upper canines had grown long and sharp overnight.  Their points descended until they almost touched his bottom gums.  He opened his mouth and discovered that it wasn’t just his upper canines, but his lower canines, too.  

His fingers roved over the rest of his teeth, searching for other changes.  He couldn’t find any.  That didn’t mean they weren’t there.  

He pulled off his shirt, then his pants.  He hadn’t noticed anything else while he was getting dressed, but he was so out of it in the mornings that his lack of noticing also didn’t mean anything.  

His skin… still pasty white, still lightly freckled.  His muscles seemed to move normally, but he wasn’t exactly an expert.  However…  He raised his hand to his side and slotted his fingers into the gaps between his ribs.  It hadn’t been like this before, had it?  He slid his fingers back and forth, thinking.  It felt… oddly satisfying, but also very wrong.  His hips also seemed slimmer, bonier.  

He’d never had all that much fat, he took after his mother in that way, but he was pretty sure this was over and above that.  Something strange was happening to him.  

He put his shirt and pants back on and walked through the wall into Jazz’s room.  

“Holy– Knock first,” said Jazz, throwing the first thing she could grab at him.  Which was her pajama pants.  Ew.  “What’s wrong?”

“I have fangs now,” said Danny.  

“What?”

Danny opened his mouth as wide as he could to show her. 

 “What are you doing, I don’t want to see your uvula, that’s– Oh.”

Danny let his mouth close with a click.  “What am I supposed to do?”

“I’m–”  Jazz looked lost.  “I don’t know.  You can probably hide, um, teeth for school.  It’s not as if people are going to be looking in your mouth…  Are there any other changes?  Other than that and your hair?”

“Um,” said Danny.  “I– Maybe?”

“If it’s important enough that you broke into my room–”

“I didn’t break anything.”

“--then you’d better tell me.”

Danny felt himself blushing. “It’s– I think that I’ve lost a lot of weight.  Like, overnight.  I can see my ribs now.”

Jazz hissed through her teeth.  “That’s serious, Danny.  That’s a serious health thing.”

“More than the fangs?”

“Way more than the fangs.  I’ll call us out sick, and we can go visit your doctor friend.  What was his name?  Frostfight?”

“Frostbite,” corrected Danny.  “You’re really going to help me skip school?”

“For a health thing?” asked Jazz.  “Yeah.  You basically are sick.  Or, at least, there’s something strange going on with your body that we need to figure out sooner rather than later.  Now get out of here so I can get dressed.  Is it cold where Frostbite lives?”

“Freezing,” said Danny.  “Wear long underwear and layers.  Lots of layers.”

“Ugh.  I might as well wear my hazmat.”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be a bad idea,” said Danny.  “We are going into the Ghost Zone.”

Jazz sighed.  “Great, now, seriously, get out and get ready to go.  I’ll get you when I’m ready.”

Danny fled back through the walls and dropped himself onto his bed.  He waited, thoughts whirling.  What could possibly be making his hair grow faster, his weight drop, and his teeth turn into fangs?  Was this some kind of ghost disease?  Ghost puberty?  Some kind of weird curse?

Jazz knocked on his door not long after, and Danny leaped up, eager to get answers.  

“I called us out,” she said, then did a double take.  “Danny, your hair.”

He reached up and ran his hand over his head.  “It’s longer,” he said.  

“A lot longer,” said Jazz.  “Visibly longer.  I was only gone a few minutes.  It’s getting faster.  A lot faster.”

Danny forced a smile.  “Well, good thing we were already going to see Frostbite.”

Jazz hesitated, then nodded.  “I got Mom and Dad to run off to Elmerton.  Told them there was a ghost sighting over there.”

“So they won’t notice us being gone.  Smart.”

“I know I am,” said Jazz.  She smirked down at Danny, then winked.  “Come on, let’s go.”

Danny went ghost and floated next to her as she made her way down the stairs.  “How are you on piloting the Specter Speeder?”

“I’m, well,” she made a face.  “I haven’t gotten much of a chance.  I’ve gotten up to level three on the simulator.”

“You should be fine to fly it, then,” said Danny.  “It’s not like there’s a lot of stuff to run into– you’ll just go through it.  And there’s no time to learn like the present.”

“Don’t use my words against me,” said Jazz, scowling slightly.  Danny stuck his tongue out at her.  

They went down into the lab, and started going through the flight checks for the Specter Speeder.  

“I’ll fly ahead,” said Danny, clipping on a Fenton Fone.  “Check for danger and all.”

“Are you sure you’re up for that?”

“Yeah, I feel fine,” said Danny.  “Just… weird.”  He licked his teeth.  “Really weird.”

“Okay, go ahead.  I’ll finish up here in just a couple of minutes.”

Danny flew through the portal and did a few laps of the portal.  “Everything looks clear for you over here.”

“Okay,” said Jazz through the Fone.  “Check your Fenton Fone.  It’s skipping a lot of what you say.”

Danny grumbled but checked it.  It seemed fine.  He popped it back in.  “I think we’ll just have to deal with it,” said Danny.  

“Great,” said Jazz.  “Stand clear.”

The Specter Speeder slowly slid through the portal.  Once it was all the way through, Danny tapped his Fone again and waved at Jazz.  “Follow me,” he said.  “It’s a long way there.”

.

The Far Frozen was as cold as ever.  Danny landed in the snow, his hair falling down to the curve of his jaw, and sighed at the pleasant sensation.  Flying wasn’t difficult, per se.  It wasn’t like walking or running, it didn’t really use muscles, but it was tiring, and the Far Frozen was far.  

However… was he more tired than he normally would have been?  Or was this another symptom?

“Great One!” greeted Frostbite, jarring Danny from his spiraling introspection.  “What brings you here today?”

“Well,” said Danny, trying to get his thoughts together.  

“Health things,” said Jazz, climbing out of the Speeder.  “Oh, gosh, it really is cold out here.”

“I see,” said Frostbite, leaning closer to Danny.  “You do not appear injured.”

“It’s more like… body… changes,” explained Danny awkwardly.  He glanced sideways at the other yetis walking through the public space.  “Can we go in?”

“Of course,” said Frostbite.  He gestured Danny and Jazz onward and towards a well-lit cave.  “Medical is this way, as you might remember.”

“I… guess I don’t, really,” said Danny, following Frostbite.  “It’s sort of a blur.”

“Understandable.  You were quite unwell.”

Danny could feel Jazz glaring at the back of his head.  He decided to ignore that.  Problem for later, if she remembered.  The hair and teeth and weight loss were the problems now.

They reached the medical wing in short order, and Frostbite ushered him and Jazz into a smaller private room.  There was a counter and an examination bench and a few cabinets.  “So, what seems to be the problem?” he asked.  

Danny, with Jazz’s ‘help,’ explained.  

“Hm,” said Frostbite.  “There are a few things that could cause that, but I need to make some measurements before I could say which one is happening here.  Could you sit up here and take off your shirt?”

Danny flew up - it was a bit too high to just jump up - and pulled off his shirt.  Frostbite produced a stethoscope, and asked Danny to cough and hum.  He listened intently.  Danny listened, too.  Humming felt… odd, as if his chest were more hollow, as if the sound was brushing the very edge of his ghostly wail.

“And all this happened recently?” asked Frostbite, after a few minutes.

“Yeah.  I noticed the hair thing about a week ago?  Everything else seemed to just show up today.”

“I think I may know what is happening.”

“Is it a ghost puberty thing?” asked Danny, unsure if he should hope for that or not.  

“I suppose it could be considered analogous to puberty,” said Frostbite, bemused, “although puberty isn't something that typically happens to ghosts.  We don't age.  It's more along the lines of adapting to a role after a period of malleability.”

Jazz let out a little sigh.  “It's not something that will hurt Danny, then?”

“Unfortunately, I cannot say that for certain.  There are a great deal of potential complications, which may be made greater by your half-human status, and the archetype you seem to be settling into…”  

“What is it?” asked Danny.  

“The role you have taken upon yourself is that of a tutelary, a protective spirit.  You are developing a very thin, almost gaunt appearance, and your hair is growing rapidly.  Fangs tend to be nonspecific, common to many types of ghost, the same with minor changes to your nails and skin tone.  Your wail on the other hand…”

“I sort of felt it when I was humming, earlier,” volunteered Danny.  “That hasn't happened before.”

“There is only one group I know of that matches all those traits,” said Frostbite gravely.  “Here, in the Realms, they are called the Keeners, or the Mourners, or, on occasion, Those Who Mourn Before, for their predictive abilities.  In the human world, I believe the more famous of them became known as banshees.”

“I thought banshees were all women,” said Danny, feeling a little blank. 

“The famous ones are,” said Frostbite.

Danny wanted to know more about that, but shook his head and returned to the question at hand.  “What's dangerous about that, though?”  he certainly thought it sounded unpleasant and inconvenient to the whole ‘secret identity’ thing, but he could admit there was a difference between that and actively dangerous. 

“A banshee’s wail is supposed to kill people, isn't it?” interjected Jazz.  

“They do, on occasion,” said Frostbite.  “Especially when they are younger and have less control.”

“I've had my wail under control for ages, though,” protested Danny, shooting a glare at Jazz.  She gave him an apologetic shrug.  

“When I asked you to hum, earlier, didn’t you feel something different?  Something unusual?” asked Frostbite, kindly.  

Danny shrugged.  “Maybe.”

“This is a change,” said Frostbite.  “One that affects more than your physical appearance.  The powers associated with your archetype will change as well, including your wail, and those changes generally come with a loss of control, however temporary.  The typical precaution in these cases is to, ah, use a gag, until a community of banshees willing to train the new one can be contacted.”

“I, um.  I don’t suppose that’s something that I can do, like, overnight?”

“Not generally,” said Frostbite.  “There’s some overlap between banshees and ice-cored ghosts, more than there is for fire-cored ghosts, but it isn’t a great enough number for us to have regular contact.”

“That’s… I can’t… Great.  That’s.  What am I supposed to do with that?  I’ve got my whole town–  The ghosts– I can’t just up and leave.”

“Danny, you can’t go back if your wail could just randomly go off and, you know, ki–”

“I know that,” interrupted Danny, dropping his head into his hands.  He rubbed his face vigorously. 

“You may not have that particular addition to your wail,” said Frostbite.  “In fact, I would be rather surprised if you did.  You are, like I said, primarily a tutelary.  A protector.  Banshees from such backgrounds more typically have predictive or clairvoyant abilities.  They do not cause the deaths that follow their cry, they only are aware of them.”

“Well, I guess that’d just suck for me rather than everyone else.”  He could already feel his mental health taking a hit.  “But I’ll be good, I’ll stay here and do whatever precautions you want.  Play the silent game, sit in the middle of nowhere in the Zone, the gag thing, whatever.  You’d better come up with a good excuse for me, though.  I think Mom and Dad’ll get suspicious if they don’t see me for days or whatever.”

“I’ll do my best,” said Jazz.

“Is there anything else I should know about?” asked Danny.  “Like, am I going to spontaneously combust or grow a tail or what?”

Frostbite chuckled.  “Probably not.  But we should take some fittings for the sound-dampening gag…”

Danny sighed.  “I really don’t want to wear a gag.”

“It will be temporary,” said Frostbite, “to prevent accidents before you can have proper training.”

Danny wrinkled his nose.  “That sounds wrong.”

“How so?” asked Frostbite.  

“Don’t want to talk about it.”  He fell back to lay down on the examination table.  

Frostbite patted his shoulder.  “It will be fine, Great One,” he said.  “Almost everyone goes through this eventually.  And while you’re here, I can give you more details about what other kinds of changes you can expect going forward.  I have simplified a good deal, after all.”

“Oh my gosh, it is just like puberty,” said Danny.  

“Are you sure you’ll be okay without me?” asked Jazz.  

“I’m more worried about you flying back.”

“We can give your sister an escort,” said Frostbite.  “If Miss Jasmine is alright with that.”

Danny removed his hands from his face to stare Jazz into taking the escort. 

“Alright,” said Jazz.  “If it won’t put you out.”  She walked over to Danny.  “And if you are sure you don’t need me.”

“I’m sure.  We can’t both be gone for who knows how long.”

She sighed and patted his shoulder.  “It’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” said Danny.  “I’m just going to complain about it the whole time.”

“As is your right.  I know I wasn’t too happy when it started happening to me.  I wasn’t always as handsome as I am now, you know.”Danny sat up.  “Okay, now, I’ve got to hear that story.”

[keelt9]

HEARTSEASE

Masterlist

“Damn it” It’s the second time in less than 5 minutes that my finger got stuck in a flowerpot, if this keeps going it will be purple by the end of the day.

The sound of the door makes me stand but my hopes get crushed; my finger is already turning purple.

“Hi, how can I help you?” My eyes are stuck to my finger, maybe a band aid will help.

“Hi, I've come to pick a couple of bouquets.” I remember Lilian left me a note next to the computer of the customers that come every week without fail.

I shake my head, raising my eyes… you must be joking.

“Am, Joe right?” Joe nods, taking out his credit card. “Give me a second, I’ll bring it.”

In the back room I have my little crisis, Lilian told me a <Joe> always comes Tuesday morning for 3 bouquets of flowers, she didn’t have any specific type of flowers he prefers, but he clearly likes tulips so she made sure to have 3 bouquets of tulips ready. 

A little issue, she forgot to specify that <Joe> is Joe Burrow.

I take a deep breath walking to the counter with the bouquets, fighting for my life for not making a huge scene.

I’m not a huge fan of football but being raised in a family who loves it, makes me really aware of who Joe Burrow is, plus he’s so handsome face to face. 

I follow the protocolary steps for a sale, however a painful finger complicates a few things.

“Are you new?” His question along the judgy face to my finger made me laugh. “I don’t trying to sound rude, it’s just I've never seen you before.”

“No, I get it, don't worry.” I choke my head trying to explain how the hell I end it here. “Am, I’m Lilian’s friend and partner.” 

As we finished college Lilian was pretty determined to follow her dreams, be the owner of her own florist's, so for a full year worked in set everything, until she realized she didn't have any clue of how to make this work. A late night call and her persuasive speech was enough for me to turn on her partner. 

Lilian is in charge of all the flower things and me, I’m pretty good with numbers and paperwork.

“Oh, you’re her neuron girl?” Since middle school Lilian has given me that nickname after she knew I was the highest score in math in our classroom. Like she said, <I’m the hands, you’re the brain>

I nod smiling. “I am.” 

Joe smiles, extending his hands. “I’m Joe Burrow.”

“I know!” Way to a cheerful answer. “Sorry, I know.” I answer in a calm tone, shaking his hand.

“So, you’ll be working here?” He asks looking around the florist's, a little bit messy, opposite of how Lilian used to have it.

“Oh, no, no, just a few months until Lilian sets her new routine.” He narrowed his eyes. “No way!, You don’t know? Don’t offend but for being one of our best customers, it’s kind of impressive.”

Joe laughs scratching his nose. “She’s going to get married. Right now she is with her fiance in South Carolina, giving the big news.”

“Oh, she told me something about a big change, she didn’t specify.” Another man enters looking between the bouquets. “Well, I leave you, thanks.”

I nod, smiling at him. “You’re welcome, thanks for coming.”

“I guess, I see you around, right?” Joe asks before turning away with the bouquets in his hands. 

“I’m afraid you do.” He laughs walking to the door.

Lilian of course sees my awkward interaction with Joe through the security cameras, in my defense if she even mentions or specifies who Joe is, all be more calm.

“Don’t worry, he just passed one per week, so you probably will see him a few times.” Lilian said before I change the topic about their tour for South Carolina announcing to the closest friends and family of Jason, her finance.

The day passed as I got used to the movement around the florist's and all the handy tasks, the administrative ones I have under control. 

“Ok, ok, slow, slow.” Colin, my little brother, makes me laugh. We spent an hour in a video call explaining to him his calculus homework. 

I explained to him one more time, like if I teached him to count for the very first time. “Got it?” 

The door announced a new customer. “Hey, I have to go, practice and call me in case I need to explain to you one more time.

Collin nods, biting the tip of his pen before raising his eyes with a smile. “Take care, it’s starting to get cold.” 

“Love you.” I nod laughing for the way he scratches his forehead, for sure he will call me.

“Hi, how can I help you?” I close my laptop. “Joe, hi.” 

Joe is waiting next to the new bouquets I made this morning; as I analyzed my words I opened my eyes. A week has passed? I don’t have his bouquets ready.

“Shit, sorry, I don’t have anything ready but if you give me a…” Joe giggles, shaking his head.

“It’s all right, I actually came early.” He has his hands in his pockets. “I have a… flower emergency.” 

I tilt my head. “I need a bouquet so, what better than to come to my place of trust.”

“Oh, what do you need?” Joe looked around but his eyes stuck to the bouquet next to him.

“These are…” I feel very proud that it calls for his attention. 

I walked where he was with a proud smile. “Heartsease.” Still his eyes didn't move, probably that wasn’t the one he was looking for. “But if you…”

“You made it?” His honest curiosity made me smile.

“That obvious , huh?” Joe laughs but raises his hands.

“No, no, it’s pretty, I’ll take it.” My eyes wide open. “If someone hasn’t taken it already.”

“NO.” Jesus! I should control my voice tone. “I mean, no, I’ll get ready for you.” 

I take the bouquet feeling proud, after all it’s my first own made bouquet that sells.

“Here you have, and your card.” He takes the bouquet and his card. “Thanks for your purchase.”

Joe nods, walking back to the door, but stops. “Can you have another in two days at this hour?” 

I smile. “Of course.” Joe nods with a press lip smile.

“Then I see you tomorrow.” He walks outside of the store smelling his bouquet with a slight smile on his face.

That's how he passed every two days for the same type of bouquet… for 2 weeks, at the beginning I made sure I had it prepared but with time I took my time to make it as he was in the store, sharing good talks and laughs with him.

Getting closer to the guy who’s making these days more comfortable and easy going.

“It’s late, what the hell are you doing there?” Lilian complained after I picked up her video call. 

I switch the camera so she can see I’m making the last bouquet that I totally forgot I must deliver early in the morning. 

“I have a lot of flowers to receive this week and I totally forgot, so here I am.” Lilian giggles, she looks tired but happy. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, of course, just a lot of movement around here.” She shakes her head. “Hey, for two weeks and looking at the numbers you’re dealing pretty well there.” 

Our sales are maintained and even on some days increase, making me feel proud. 

“Joe shops help a lot.” It’s been 5 days since he stopped coming after a game outside of Cincinnati.

“I guess, it’s pretty weird though.” She remains in silence thinking. “Maybe he has a girlfriend”

“Yes, I think the same, I guess the flowers work all the time.” I put the last flower on the bouquet to talk freely.

She winks her eyes. “Told you. However please send him a bouquet, the hit he received last game seems pretty nasty.” 

“What hit?” Lilian rolls her eyes, sending me a link of a video, where you can see Joe has been literally smashed against the ground. “Auch.” 

“You know there are more than 49ers in the league, right?” She’s fully aware of my family being big fans of them, after all, that’s where we live. “His address is on the computer.” 

I see how her smile brightens the sign that Jason is in the room, confirming it when he appears behind her giving a kiss in her head.

“Hi, Y/N.” He greteen me. “I promise, give me  another month and she’ll be yours one more time.” 

I laugh seeing how they look at each other. “Oh, no, she’s fully yours now, believe me.” 

They share a quick kiss in front of me. “Oh my, I’ll leave you, it’s nice to see you Jason.” 

The couple laughs as he waves his hand before disppared. “Don’t forget the bouquet, ok?” 

“How could I?” I said before hanging out, seeing the bouquet I forgot to do days ago. 

After a long day of coming and going Gael arrived at the store for the last delivery. Gael is a boy, similar age as Colin, who Lilian contracted months ago; even at the benign I was reluctant, meeting him made the decision look so easy. Since the first day he helps me everytime he can, even teaches me things Lilian does and I don’t even know.

“This is the last one, I promise.” He sat in the chair next to the counter tired of going all over the town. “You can go after this.” 

Gael shakes his head. “It’s fine, I can help you to close.” 

I smile while putting the note in the bouquet. “I can handle myself, go, you deserved it.”

“Ok.” He stands taking the bouquet with him. “See you tomorrow Y/N.”

I smile waving my hand, a bouquet of tulips and heartsease on the way to Joe house.

Wednesday morning is going so relaxing after a busy week, this seems to be my relaxing day; for the day Lilian and I have been talking about taking a week off and going home, like she said after all <You’re running this alone> but I will reserve that for thanksgiving. 

It’s Colin's last Thanksgiving before going to college, so I want to be there to enjoy the holidays with my family.

“How do I look?” Gael came out from the back of the store with nice clothes for his date. 

I clap loudly making him feel shy for the way he clears his throat and stands straight. “Be careful boy or I’ll kick you out of here all right?”

Gael nods hugging me, I just help a little bit with the outfit selections. “Promise. I have to go or I’ll be late.” 

He was almost at the door when I saw the bouquet. “Hey! Take this.” Gael searches in his pockets. “It’s on the house.” 

He took the bouquet of my hands kissing my cheek. “The best bosses in the world.” 

I laughed, pushing him, making some things fall on the ground. As I picked them up hearing the door open on close one more time. 

“Now what? What do you forget?” I stand hitting my head with the desk. 

“Omg, are you all right?” Joe approached as I held my head. 

A smile appears on my face. “Joe, hi!” Yes, it hurts. “Yeah, it’s just a bump. I think I’m the one who should be asking you that.” 

Joe laughs, making me sit on the chair. “I’m better, thanks for asking.” He sat on his feet to be at the level of my eyes. “Are you sure you’re ok?” 

I nod. “Yeah, nothing a painkiller won’t take away.” I shake my head feeling his eyes on me all the time. “Tell me, how can I help you?”

“Yeah, right, I came for a bouquet.” I nod but he doesn’t move so I can’t stand.

“Am, I need to stand to give you the bouquet.” He blinks and stands.

“Right, sorry.” I smile. “Can you put this on the bouquet?” He gives a small envelope.

After all, I think Lilian is right, Joe has a girlfriend.

“For someone special?” I look at him raising my eyebrows, his face turns red and giggles. “Ok, I get, what do you want in that bouquet?”

“Same as always.” He walks around the shop. “Hey, thank you for the bouquet from last week.” 

I started to prepare for it. “Oh, I hope at least you won’t miss your three-day-bouquet.” 

I heard him giggling, but I’m pretty focused on my task. “Do you mind taking a look at the note? I don’t mind a second point of view.”

“Sure, I’m warning you, I’m not good at romantic advice.” After cleaning my hands I opened the small envelope. “This is a chessy note or a r…”

My words stuck on my throat. <Can I have your number?> I tilt my head, no way… He’s just about to ask for her phone.

“Wait, you don’t have her phone?” I asked to save the note one more time. “Sorry, probably it’s not my business.”

I return to my job. “It’s kind of cute, so yeah, I’ll go for it.” Joe appears behind a big bouquet licking his lips. 

“You think so?” I smile at him, nodding. “By the way, I tried to thank you but well, hmh, I don’t have your phone either.”

“You have it from the florist's.” I said searching for the ribbons. “A color in mind?” 

“No, please, I’ll leave you to your choice.” I picked the lavande color, as he stayed quite. 

I finished the last touches, set all the flowers, put the note one more time in the envelope and stuck softly to the bouquet, carefully so I don't smash or damage any flower.

“Here you have.” I give him the bouquet smiling proudly, making good progress with my time work. 

“Thanks, hm, I guess, I’ll see soon.” He looks kind of confused, like he is missing something. 

“Good luck.” I smile at him, his shoulders dropping as he walks to the exit. 

My phone lights one, a message from Colin, he gets an A+ in his last exam, after two long weeks of working on the same topic every night. 

“Shit.” I run out of the store, after something clicks my head. “JOE!” 

Joe is about to get into his car, when he saw me coming out of the store, I reached him as he held his door open. 

I told him my phone number, but he doesn’t get it, for the way his eyebrow frowns, making me giggle. “It’s my phone number.” 

“Oh.” He takes his cellphone out, taking note this time. “Got it.”

“I’ll leave, I don’t want you to make her wait.” I wink at him. “Have fun!” 

“It’s ju…” His words were cut for an old man shouting my name.

Mr. McNeill, one of the spoiled customers Lilian, he every wednesday morning came for a bouquet of roses for his wife, who passed away 3 years ago, after picking up, he goes to her grave to give her flowers.

“Sorry I have to go, but hey, tell me next time how it goes for you.” I said walking backwards. “Bye.”

I ran to reach Mr. McNeill who was holding the door for me with a smile, wearing his classic brown suit. 

“A new friend?” He asked as we entered the florist's. “I could swear I have seen him before.” 

I laugh with my head backwards. “I bet you do, and yes, it’s a new friend.” 

“Another person who will miss you.” I shake my head feeling shy. “That’s cruel.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have me…” I look at the calendar on the desks. “Another two months.” 

Mr. McNeill smiles, taking his wallet from his pockets. “Same as always darling, please.” 

I nod walking to the backroom where the bouquet it’s ready, as he observes the flowers spread all over the counter for the just made bouquet.

“Heartsease, huh?” He takes the flowers. “First love, right?”

I nod smiling. “How do you know?” 

Mr. McNeill grabs one flower and smells it. “My lovely wife made me learn a lot of the meaning of flowers.”

Both of us smile looking at the flowers. “Well, I’ll leave you, do you mind if I take one?”

“Please.” He took the yellow one, putting on the bouquet. “Perfect.” 

Mr. McNeill smiles. “Did you find your first love darling?” His innocent question left me speechless, causing him to chuckle. “It always comes, right to our door.”

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

When All the Work is Finished (Part 1: PayuRain)

Summary: What's the best way to unwind after weeks of hard work? Rain and Sky skip the monthly races to finish some homework, but when Prapai and Payu go back to their respective homes, they find something very unexpected.

Part 2 (PrapaiSky)

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Part 1 (PayuRain)

“Rain, do you need help?”

“I’m fi- hey!” Rain was red-faced and exhausted as he staggered into Payu’s house one evening, weighed down by several packages.

Saifah ignored what the little man was going to say, taking several boxes off the top of Rain’s pile, enough that the boy could finally see what was ahead of him.

Rain groaned as he stumbled to a table and deposited the two boxes he was left, his arms trembling with exhaustion. He stretched his arms in front of him, felt something pop loudly in his shoulder, and smiled.

Saifah set his own boxes down and leaned on the pile, watching Rain with a bemused look. “You have a car. How far did you carry all of this?”

“I did it for the exercise.” Rain dodged the question. It was true that he had left his car at Payu’s when he went out to pick up the packages. But the problem was-

“What did you do to the car?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Rain insisted, then caved to Saifah’s raised eyebrow, “The engine light came on yesterday.”

The race had come at the worst possible time this month. Payu was spending most days- and weekends- at the office, and before that Rain had been consumed by exams and projects. He hadn’t seen Payu conscious in three weeks. Combine that with all the last minute checks Payu ran on bikes the night before a race, and a guilty Rain couldn’t possibly add to Payu’s load. When he finally slipped into bed at three in the morning, he’d been pale.

After so long apart, it was normal that they would play with each other’s bodies at least a little, but Payu only pulled Rain tight to his chest and was asleep within seconds.

Of course, Rain wasn’t the only one who knew the kind of pressure Payu had been under. Saifah only sighed, “Good call then. I’ll take a look tomorrow. Do you need a ride to the race?”

Rain was a fixture at the event, where he liked to wander with Sky or watch Payu run about and work.

But this time, Rain shook his head, “Sky is coming over to help me with an extra credit project.”

“I’ll leave the gate unlocked then. We had to do a surprise break replacement earlier and it threw the schedule off. I’m only here to grab a change of clothes.” Saifah straightened up and checked the clock. The sun was still setting, glittering just above the guest house roof. There was still a lot to do before the race that night. 

Normally, Saifah would chat with Rain a bit, maybe tease his brother’s little boyfriend until his face turned bright red. But tonight was already off to a stressful start, so he just waved a farewell to Rain and left him in the foyer. 

Rain pulled out his phone and pretended to be busy until he heard the gate clang and peeked out to make sure Saifah’s car was gone. Then, Rain walked over to the gate and quickly locked it.

Unless he reappeared suddenly- which wasn’t unusual for Saifah- Rain might have finally managed to trick one of the brothers with a lie. For his part, Sky would also tell Prapai that he was going to Payu’s later to work on the extra credit project.

The two friends had finished and handed in their projects days ago, but…

When Rain asked Sky to help him in this lie a week ago, Sky had thought about it for a long time as his ears turned pink and a blush came across his cheeks. And he’d gone with Rain to- well… Sky had his own order to pick up, and his own incentive to lie and ditch the race.

Prapai was out of town on business until recently. Sky needed a night with Prapai as much as Rain did with Payu.

Doubt nagged at the back of Rain’s mind as he returned to the house to ferry the packages upstairs. It was going to take time to get everything ready, that was why he needed a time when Payu was going to be away, but…

I didn’t know there would be a problem with one of the bikes.

Rain was still pretty hopeless when it came to cars, but he’d studied while Payu worked in the past, and he remembered when Prapai brought his beloved red Ducati in for a brake change months ago. It took a few hours- maybe not much time in all, but the day of a race was when Payu usually allowed himself a rare nap to prepare himself for the long night.

He slept deeply and soundly in Rain’s arms until long after the sun rose, but if today proved to be stressful as well…

This will make him happy.

He’ll hate this.

It’ll help refresh him.

He’ll be too exhausted.

Rain brought the boxes upstairs one by one. His footsteps were heavy, his mood was getting darker and darker. By the time he was done, he was no closer to deciding what to do than he’d been when Saifah first mentioned the brakes.

It was then that his phone chimed with Payu’s special ringtone.

[Your boyfriend is working so hard, don’t you have any pity for me?]

Rain smiled as he read Payu’s message. 

If he was in the mood to be pouty, then things couldn’t be too bad, right? 

Rain opened his camera roll and selected a photo from back when he and Sky genuinely were working on their extra credit projects- one showing the majority of the model assembled, only a few hours of work left to do. Rain saved the photo in case he needed to sell his lie- in this one, his bare leg was stretched out into the frame. Innocuous when he sent it to Sky, but for Payu…

His phone pinged again, this time with an audio message. Rain smiled and turned up the volume.

[“If you bait me like this, I won’t take responsibility for what happens later.”] A low growl from Payu.

Rain always knew Payu liked to play with his legs when they had sex, kissing and biting while Rain moaned beneath him. But it was only recently that he realized just how much Payu liked them. A naked leg sticking out from beneath the blankets could make Payu’s eyes darken with want.

Rain slipped into the downstairs bathroom, out of sight of the walls of windows, and quickly removed his pants to take another photograph of his unmarked thigh and send it to Payu as a provocation.

Alright… Play it is.

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Darkness filled the house- but not the kind of darkness that would alarm anyone. It was a gentle darkness, broken by the occasional table lamp. The inhabitants were asleep, the light meant to guide a weary soul up to bed.

Rain spent hours preparing it all. The darkness he waited in was whole and unbroken, even if the room was brightly lit. 

P’Payu will hate this.

P’Payu will love it.

He’s just going to pat me on the head, say he’s sorry, and I’ll have made him feel like crap. He’s already tired, he’ll feel like he disappointed me too.

He’s… he’s going to be… happy?

He won’t even come home. Remember how P’Saifah promised to fix my car? It’s because he knows P’Payu is too busy.

The sound of a car door closing made Rain jump. It was faint, but he’d been listening so carefully. His mind whirled- he’d just convinced himself Payu wasn’t coming home, so who could be here? Saifah? Saifah wouldn’t dare come into Payu’s room at nearly four in the morning when the door was closed�� right?

Maybe Rain was mistaken. Maybe it wasn’t a car door, or it was a neighbor who-

The opening and closing of the door downstairs was not something Rain could mistake. His ears strained for even the slightest sound, and it wasn’t long before he heard weary footsteps. They were a bit slow, a bit too forceful, but Rain knew the sound of Payu’s feet on the stairs. Knew it as clearly as his voice.

His heart pounded so loudly that for a moment, Rain imagined he couldn’t even hear the steps anymore.

He listened in silence with baited breath as the footsteps became muffled on the rug outside the door.

The sound of the knob turning.

The kiss of cool air across Rain’s skin.

Payu’s surprise was marked by a soft but sharp inhale. Time froze for Rain as he balled his fists, trying to hide the trembling.

When Payu found his breath again, he remained frozen in place, unable to accept what his eyes were showing him.

Rain bit his lip, imagining the expression on his face.

Payu- who loved to do the most lewd things to Rain, and yet always controlled what happened. The charismatic and Dominant Payu… had the wind knocked out of him by his little boyfriend’s wanton display.

The first box Rain opened contained a hinged silver hoop, almost large enough to fit around both of Rain’s thumbs simultaneously. It was the object he was most nervous about- one that wrapped almost painfully tight around where his penis and testicles connected. If the salesperson was to be believed, it would make it almost impossible for him to release, no matter how badly he wanted to. At the same time, it would make him harder and more sensitive than even he usually was.

It wasn’t the tightness that scared Rain, it was the thought of going insane, trapped on the edge of cumming until Payu flipped the little latch on the side and let him free. Depending on Payu’s mood, that could take… hours.

Second came two tiny silver clamps that were tightened onto the pink buds of his chest and connected by chains of varying lengths- depending on what Payu would like Rain to do. For this display, Rain had used the smallest chain, which had three small loops in the middle for a series of weights that were set in a small box beside Rain’s form.

The third package contained something Rain knew Payu would love- a harness for his face that could either hold a ball gag or- what was dangling around Rain’s neck now- a rounded silicone mouthguard. Payu would be free to push the guard up so that Rain’s teeth rested on a special channel and his mouth was locked open for Payu to use as much as he wanted.

If the third package was something Payu would especially love, the fourth was something special for Rain- a vibrating plug that was sitting deep in his entrance- the control sitting beside the weights for his nipple clamps.

Only three pieces remained after Rain inserted the plug (and, to be honest, played with it a little.. Just to be extra sure it worked): the first was the tight black blindfold that Rain now wore. It was sculpted to his eyes, slightly raised at the center, and allowed not even a sliver of light through. He honestly didn’t know if his eyes were open or closed even now, which is why he could only imagine Payu’s face.

The next (and heaviest) parcel contained a firm message to Payu in case everything else was too subtle-- Rain wanted no say in what Payu did to him. A loop of padded black leather wrapped around each of Rain’s legs just above the knee and connected via metal chains to matching cuffs around Rain’s elbows, forcing his legs apart and his arms back as he knelt for Payu now, but on the bed, he would remain splayed and unable to move on his own. Leaving him utterly at Payu’s mercy.

As for the final box- it had a few smaller dildos, some flavored tubes of lube that Payu might enjoy, and a basic set of restraints that Rain had run under the mattress of the bed and laid out neatly- each with their own wrist and ankle cuffs, should Payu decide he wanted his boy tied up there.

Rain had been saving up for… quite some time.

It was such a lewd display that a piece of Rain’s mind worried Payu might just turn around and walk away. Or, more shattering, apologize and help him out of the various contraptions.

Rain had never dared ask Payu to play with toys in bed, and now he’d bought… quite a few. Would Payu like it? Or did it go against the kind of sex he liked- Rain submitting to him in body without anything else needed?

Doubt filled Rain’s heart as the silence stretched on. He shifted slightly, drawing an uncomfortable spasm from the vibrator in his rear. He was on the floor in front of the bed, but he couldn’t feel any footsteps to tell him if Payu left or remained. There was no sound of breathing. Even the cool air from the hall seemed to die away.

His stomach twisted and he shifted again, trying to close his legs and maybe preserve some decency. The silence only grew louder. He began to tremble and felt tears gathering at the corner of his eye, so ashamed that even though his mouth was free, he couldn’t bring himself to ask Payu to… to just forget the whole thing and help him get out of the cuffs.

“I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

A strong hand grasped Rain’s throat as Payu’s mouth crushed against his. Rain couldn’t do anything but part his lips and accept the vicious force of Payu’s kiss. It was hot and hard and brutally hungry. Payu held Rain’s head and neck tightly as he made the small man accept the tongue that probed deeply in his mouth.

Rain wasn’t braced for the ferocity with which Payu crashed against him, and he shifted back in a way that knocked at the plug in his ass, causing Rain to cry out against the pain.

The hands released Rain’s neck to feel his shoulders, ankles, the ring around his member- Payu found the ridge of the plug and knew what had probably caused the yelp.

Something brushed against the blindfold- Payu’s fingertips. He felt the dampness at the edges where tears were caught in the fabric. Payu often teased Rain to the point of crying in desperation, but he knew from Rain’s paleness that these weren’t tears of desire. Bound as he was, without eyes to read, Payu could still tell what Rain was thinking.

“You have no idea what it feels like, seeing you dressed up for me,” Payu hissed against Rain’s ear. He placed a knee on either side of Rain’s bent leg and ground himself against Rain’s thigh so the boy could feel how hard he was in his jeans. “You have no idea how perfect you look.”

“I don’t- Mmmph!”

Payu didn’t let Rain object. He slid the ring up into the boy’s mouth, pinning it open.

Rain’s body jerked and he cried out as Payu’s fingers traced the aching rim of his rear where the skin was stretched around the vibrator. Clearly, he found the controller on his own- Rain let out a desperate and uncontrolled moan as it began to vibrate softly inside him.

When he thought Payu was going to reject him, it was cold and unbearable. Now, with the heat of Payu’s kiss, it felt… amazing. The ring around Rain’s little tendon became even tighter as he hardened.

There was a low curse, and Payu’s warmth vanished, followed quickly by the sound of clothing hitting the ground.

“Idiot,” Payu hissed in his ear. Rain heard something scrape against the floor. Payu had picked something up. Desperate to distract himself from the tingling feeling in his rear, Rain tried to think of what it might be. His answer came when Payu set something cold and round on Rain’s thigh.

“Why didn’t you use this?”

It was one of several containers of lube that Rain had set aside.

“I wanted you to pick.”

Payu had felt the dryness around Rain’s hole and realized… the boy must have used his own spit to force the plug in, not one of the new bottles of lube. And he must have been waiting for at least ten minutes already (twenty, actually. Rain couldn’t feel his legs from kneeling so long). 

Payu opened the cap on the lube and slid the bottle across Rain’s skin. He brushed the base delicately around his tied balls, and let the coolness press against the stretch of skin between them and the swollen, red entrance. Just as Rain began to whimper again, the bottle disappeared.

Something cold, thick, and wet dripped down Rain’s member as Payu pushed him back, back, back. Until Rain had to adjust his feet so that he could lay on his back, his legs parted, hands pinned beneath him, and fully on display for Payu.

He jumped at first, then sighed as the cold helped dull the pain. It was different from the lube he normally used, but with his mouth pinned open, it was difficult for Rain to get enough air through just his nose to try and smell which flavor Payu had used.

Sweat beaded on Rain’s skin and he broke out in goosebumps as the cold of the lube gradually warmed, then began to tingle.

One bottle wasn’t scented. It was smaller than the others, something Rain wasn’t sure about, but the boss at the shop threw in free, since Rain ordered so much. A lube that they said would make Rain more sensitive.

Powerful fingers pressed against the metal knot, then rubbed the liquid onto the stretched flesh. Rain closed his eyes (not that it mattered) and shivered as Payu began to pull and twist at the vibrating metal inside him.

It felt so big now- how had Rain ever managed to force it in? Payu paused a few times to retrieve the sample of lube and add more of the liquid, dutifully massaging the tight ring to convince it to open.

“Relax.”

It was the only warning Rain received before Payu took hold of the plug and pulled. Rain’s back arched and he shouted out around the mouthpiece as Payu began to slide it in and out at a steady rhythm- the vibration in it growing stronger.

“Nghnn!” Rain screamed as the plug was twisted so that it pressed hard against his p-spot, the pressure and shudder warming the lube that now filled his insides too. He shook his head side to side, writhing as Payu’s hand pressed hard against his stomach, until he could feel the metal inside Rain’s body shifting and moving.

Pain was crashing into pleasure, turning into a creature Rain didn’t know how to fight. He felt himself draw up, but the metal ring holding him closed prevented more than a few thin drops of precum from escaping his little snake. 

It was agony- but the kind that made drool fill his mouth. Rain’s entire body was shaking as he tried to finish. He felt himself clenching around the plug so hard that Payu finally yanked it out, in case Rain hurt himself. Cool air mixed with the teasing heat of the lube as Rain’s entrance gaped, begging for an erection to tighten around.

Payu devoured Rain’s skin as the spasm passed, then creating more as he licked and sucked at Rain’s trapped length.

“Ah… ah! Ah!!” Rain could only yell, his mouth pinned open and his body too overwhelmed to do more than grind himself shamelessly against Payu’s face, sobbing and moaning without release.

Payu only sucked harder and harder, basking in the desperation of his boyfriend as the little one fought so hard against the restraints he himself bought.

Trapped in darkness, unable to beg for what he needed, and without the ability to climax, Rain was now in some kind of wonderful hell. His insides were melting under the heat of the lube Payu poured around his entrance, and the mouth around his tendon felt better than he could imagine.

If Payu spoke, his voice was drowned out by the high pitched moans and whimpers that escaped from Rain’s mouth. The tears that drenched the blindfold now were filled with desperation and need. Rain began to roll his hips in a way that drove Payu insane when Rain was astride him, trying to make him desperate. It wasn’t impossible for Rain to cum with the hard metal around him, but he’d need Payu inside him.

Then Payu suddenly stopped moving, and climbed away. Rain’s whole body was on fire and he screamed in frustration. Something hard and heavy set down beside his ears. Without warning, he felt pressure on the opening of the muzzle as something began to push in.

Even lost in a growing haze of desperation, Rain couldn’t believe his luck. Payu was lowering his burning erection into the little man’s throat. Rain tipped his head back and relaxed his throat, breathing through his nose as his mouth was filled more and more.

He couldn’t stroke the shaft as it eased in, close his lips around that wonderful, thick length, or taste the saltiness of Payu’s precum with his tongue. All Rain could do was lay there and let himself be used as nothing more than a hole for Payu’s pleasure.

If it was even possible, Rain thought he felt himself getting harder.

Payu knew Rain was in the mood to be taken roughly. He gave the blind, bound man only one gentle thrust before he began to pump his hips and fuck the hot, tight throat in earnest. Rain felt something wet and warm wrap around his own cock as he tried to time his breathing to Payu’s movement. 

Payu’s teeth gently scraped against his most sensitive skin and Rain shouted around the length thrusting into his throat. The sensation on his tormented little snake was on the dangerous edge of tolerable- territory further from pleasure than Rain usually ventured. With the angle of the assault on his throat and the way his mouth was pinned open, the sound that came out was more sultry than intended.

Not an objection, but an invitation for another scrape of sharp teeth along his curving length.

A desperate groan escaped from Payu as his hips pumped into Rain. It reverberated around the base of Rain’s cock and drove bolts of pleasure straight through him. Whatever was left of Rain’s mind braced for the absolute agony that was pleasure without release.

His body tightened and he struggled to inhale. Payu was too big for his poor throat and Rain couldn’t breathe fast enough through his nose. As his mind filled with a desperate fog, Payu abruptly changed the teasing on his cock, opting to seal his mouth around it and nearly swallow the head. At the same time he reached down and began forcing the buzzing plug back into Rain’s hole with a smooth, unrelenting force.

Something blasted through Rain’s mind, shattering him completely as his hips bucked up to meet Payu’s mouth and release was ripped through him in spite of the metal ring. Every eruption of cum into Payu’s mouth brought a violent and viciously painful pleasure. Rain’s eyes rolled up into his head. His entire body seized up, shaking at the fire that ripped screams from his throat in spite of Payu still in his mouth.

If it weren’t for the guard on the gag holding him open, Rain wouldn’t have been able to stop his teeth from biting down hard on Payu’s most sensitive part.

Rain began to shudder and thrash beneath Payu as something even more powerful ravaged his body. His legs tried to kick, his hole constricted harder than he knew was possible around the plug that Payu still forced in and out of him, and that now-burning lube made him feel like his entire lower body was one raw, hungry nerve. Rain screamed again and a moment later was drowning in thick, salty musk as Payu cried out and released into him.

Fire and lightning danced beneath his skin. He wasn’t sure when he took the deep, shaking breath. Rain had no idea when he even swallowed the release that Payu’s bucking hips forced down his throat. Bright lights flashed in Rain’s blinded vision. His body was shaking uncontrollably.

Rain didn’t try to think too much- he wasn’t even sure he could anymore.

The sound that came from him was half-mad and weak. A shuddering, shivering whine.

His body was rolled over so that Rain was pinned on his stomach, but he didn’t have it in him to care. Cold air kissed his cheeks as Payu undid the clasp of the gag. A light touch pulled it away, but he felt a growing wetness around his cheek- Payu’s release, or his own drool pouring out from his open mouth. 

The blindfold stayed in place.

A sudden, intense spasm at his hips reminded Rain that the plug was still inside him, no longer vibrating. It shifted and moved, grinding against his most sensitive spot. The throbbing heat of the lube made his sensitive hole ache, and the hot mouth kissing his shoulders quickly turned the post-climax shivering into fresh trembles of desire. 

Payu fucked him with the plug, but it was the deep, desperate moan that Payu breathed against his ear that made Rain harden once again.

Rain wished his little snake stayed dead. He couldn’t move, could barely manage more than the softest of whimpers as- with a sudden wrenching motion- Payu yanked the vibrator from him at last. As metal slid over the liquid inside him, Rain shuddered. Were he free, he might have released again.

His toes curled and he whimpered once more.

Without the plug he felt empty, painfully so. His ass gaped where it had been stretched to the maximum. Rain could feel it twitching- opening and closing. Begging for something else to fill it.

He didn’t want it. He just wanted to be left alone.

No, wait. That was the opposite of what Rain wanted. He wanted to be filled, used, and fucked until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

Rain was both desperate for and somehow dreading what he knew would come soon. Payu would bury himself inside Rain, their bodies fitting together as if made for one another. His mind couldn’t decide what it wanted. His body wasn’t sure which it needed- to be filled, or left alone?

That was why Rain bought the muzzle with the ball, and Payu knew it.

He left Rain twitching on the floor for a moment and returned to brush gently against Rain’s mouth. “Rain?”

His voice was hoarse, but soft and sweet. Rain offered the smallest of nods. With great care, Payu lifted his head and fit the new muzzle on, sealing off Rain’s mouth. Rain tried to swallow around the ache in his throat, but the memory of Payu taking his mouth without mercy made him shiver in anticipation.

The spread of Rain’s legs, thanks to the binds connecting them to his upper arms, meant his ass was raised and on full display for Payu. His hubby knelt beside him and didn’t hesitate for even a moment to bury his entire length inside with a single sharp thrust.

As much as the plug prepared him, Rain wasn’t ready for the sheer size and heat of Payu slamming into him. He screamed against the gag, then groaned loudly as Payu set a torturous rhythm. Pull out slowly, slam in hard, stir his hips to force the shaft to grind against Rain’s insides, then slowly pull out once more.

Payu’s hand slid up from Rain’s hip. For a moment, the delirious man thought he intended to take hold of the little one’s tendon and stroke in time with his thrusts. He’d forgotten about the other toy.

There was a sudden, vicious sting in the pink raisins of his chest. Payu had a tight hold of the chain. Now, every time he slammed into Rain, the force sent the chain swinging and delivered sharp twists to Rain’s nipples. He was almost overwhelmingly sensitive on a normal day. Between the still-tingling sensation of the lubrication and the pulsing of his vice-caught cock, he had no hope at all. 

The screams and cries of Rain into the ball at his mouth drove Payu crazy. His slow and patient movements became faster and rougher. The thrusts shortened, but became wildly fierce as Rain tightened and screamed. He was calling out something, but even Rain wasn’t sure what it was. Not Payu’s name. Whatever it was, Rain was chanting it on a loop, over and over again as the gag prevented him from forming clear sounds.

Rain might not have been able to understand, but Payu could guess.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Rain was yelling that thing that drove his hubby crazy as Payu crashed against him. Heat erupted deep inside as Payu released without warning. He pumped his hips, driving the cum further into the little one. Rain rarely went a day without being filled by Payu, but three weeks had passed since their last time together, and his groans were vicious and hungry at both the sensation and the fact that Payu wasn’t getting soft.

Rain’s cock was nearly purple and dripped with desperate need. It twitched pathetically as Payu’s grasp bruised Rain’s hips and the air filled with the intoxicating musk of sex. Even Payu was gasping for air. His normally iron composition was breaking. He dropped against Rain’s back as the final ropes of cum erupted into Rain’s body, his voice ragged and groaning with every breath.

But he still didn’t stop thrusting his hips. Forcing himself to keep moving, keep torturing the boy beneath him who was trapped in his little vice and shaking so hard that he no longer had the strength to let it out against the force pinning him.

“I want you to watch this,” Payu’s voice was low and commanding again. He undid the blindfold.

Rain’s eyes had rolled up into his head. He was shivering and flush, his face shiny with the drool or release that had dripped from his lips. Still inside him, Payu bent down and left featherlight kisses along Rain’s jaw and neck. As he sucked at Rain’s Adam’s apple, the other managed to regain enough of his faculties to look down.

Payu noticed in an instant and he rose from Rain’s back. A darkness filled his eyes that both frightened and thrilled Rain, he felt himself clench around Payu’s cock. 

Something was on the floor beside the two men- something Rain had set on the table with the lube when he set all this up.

The question in his eyes was clear enough.

“I’ve been thinking of doing this to you for a long time. I just didn’t know you were thinking of it too.”

An almost impossibly long cock made of ridged silicone, about half as thick as Payu’s own member.

Rain’s eyes went wide as Payu grabbed the tube once more and coated in the silicone in more of that lubricant that was already driving him (and probably Payu as well, buried in Rain as he was) insane. Rain’s tendon twitched and white liquid dripped from the head. He was terrified of the dark lust in Payu’s eyes, and yet already fantasizing about what it would feel like to have something so long- a couple inches longer than Payu himself- buried inside his body.

Payu’s free hand undid the latch holding the cuffs on Rain’s ankles and wrists together. Rain was still bound at the wrists, but the worst of the tension was off his shoulders, and Payu could flip Rain onto his back, his legs free to drape on either side of Payu’s. 

But Payu didn’t insert the silicone cock into his hole. He pushed his own back in with a long, slow thrust, then held the false one beside him.

Rain finally understood what Payu was wanting to try- and it wasn’t something Rain had ever imagined.

He closed his eyes in acceptance and fear and braced himself. Payu grabbed his hair roughly and pulled until Rain opened his eyes wide. He shook with fear as Payu pushed the silicone against the side of his own cock, using his length as a helpful guide as he forced the second shaft into his boyfriend.

 Rain screamed against the gag and thrashed his legs- but if it was in pleasure or pain, even Rain couldn’t tell. Payu had to release his head, and Rain hit it against the floor a few times as he thrashed, until Payu paused long enough to grab his discarded shirt and shoved it behind him to act as a pillow.

While he was bent over Rain, Payu raised an eyebrow in question, his dangerous eyes filled with barely contained lust. Rain loved to be taken roughly by Payu, but the older one always kept it just at the safe edge of his tolerance. This was something further than they’d ever done before.

Payu was offering to remove the second cock and retreat back within the realm of what Rain was alright with.

By then, all Rain could think about was his torturous need for release, however he could get it. He pushed his hips down as best he could, screaming into the gag as another few centimeters slid inside and forced him open. His back arched, which only made him feel even more painfully full.

Payu wrapped his palm around the base of the dildo and bit his lip hard as he shoved it in. The motion was fluid and unyielding, and Payu didn’t stop until it was fully seated. No matter what sounds Rain made.

Rain’s eyes bulged and he stopped breathing for a few seconds at the depth and pressure of the second cock. His toes were splayed, his cock dribbling, and he stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. What fractured pieces of his mind that Rain had managed to pull together after his release were long gone. He couldn’t feel anything beyond the two long rods shoved so forcefully into his poor little hole.

He stirred with a gasping cry as Payu tipped him onto his side and straddled his leg, setting himself even deeper. Payu pulled the cuff entirely from the foot around Rain’s raised leg and hugged it tight to his chest to use for leverage. His free hand went to the chain still between Rain’s nipples, which he grabbed as if it were a convenient handle.

Payu began to thrust.

The pressure inside Rain was incredible. The two cocks sat on either side of his p-spot, and when Payu moved it felt as if it were being sawed between them. A kind of pleasure Rain didn’t even know existed burned through his body and made him let loose a primal, near animalistic scream into the gag. A scream so loud that, were it not for the object muffling him, it would surely have been heard throughout the entire house- and maybe even by neighbors outside.

Rain was by no means quiet when Payu fucked him- or if he tried to be, Payu took it as a challenge- but this was a new kind of sound entirely.

Something moist and soft traveled the length of Rain’s foot. He managed to turn his eyes only far enough to see Payu’s tongue complete its journey. Payu loved to kiss Rain while he fucked the boy. Deprived of lips to crush and bite, he concentrated on the sensitive skin between Rain’s toes.

Payu never stopped fucking him around the ridged cock, not even as he took three toes into his mouth and began to bob his head just as he’d done when he made Rain cum through the binding. He set the motion of his head counter to those of the thrusts and sharp yanks on the chain that connected Rain’s nipples.

Purple and swollen, Rain needed release so badly that it overrode all of the pain his lover was inflicting on him. He needed to touch his cock, to stroke it and force it to erupt in spite of the impediment he put around it. Rain’s hands were still trapped, so all he could do was scratch at his own back and scream over and over again as Payu gasped, threw his head back, and once again hot pressure exploded inside Rain’s body.

He was being filled with rope after rope of hot cum- something that usually made him finish in an instant.

But there was no relief. He didn’t have the strength to defy the metal binding.

Payu released his foot and leg. His ears were red and he was panting, but weariness lined his entire body. He was spent.

Payu pulled his withering length from inside Rain with a vulgar pop . He eyed the white cream that dripped out along the silicone. Even without the object of Rain’s desire still inside him he was shaking, nearly vibrating as he twitched and pulsed.

It took some time to undo the restraints on Rain’s wrists. His arms collapsed to his sides, utterly useless. Payu removed the cuffs from his arms and legs, then the gag.

His hand reached for the metal band tight around Rain’s cock. That was when the boy’s raspy whisper stopped him, “Don’t… take it…” he couldn’t form the words. Not after everything his mouth and throat had been through.

The meaning came through well enough as he tipped up the knuckles of a violently shaking hand, barely managing to touch the silicone hilt of the cock that still filled him. The one Payu planned to fuck him with and grant a final release.

But Rain wanted it out without achieving his own release. Payu obeyed, sliding the object slowly from inside Rain. The boy gave little response to even indicate he could feel that it was gone.

Payu’s hand returned to the metal clasp around Rain’s balls and the other nodded. Rain had moved his heavy fingers up to his chest to clasp the chain between his nipples.

When Payu flipped the small catch that released the metal, his other hand helped Rain yank down hard on the chain, ripping the clasps away from his nipples and sending a vicious and violent bolt of pain through his body. Another titanic scream tore from his broken throat as his cock was finally freed and tried to release- but the pain from his swollen red nipples slammed into the cresting wave and shattered it.

The need to cum was painful and raw. His cock was dripping onto his abdomen in a steady stream now. Rain wanted to cum so badly that he started crying in Payu’s arms.

Payu didn’t move a single muscle as Rain fought his battle. He just stared at him, confused and unsure of what his role should be. When the throbbing had eased, Rain twitched, trying to pull Payu down on top of him. The two men held each other, and Payu claimed Rain’s mouth with a deep, hot kiss.

His bites were gentler than they normally would be, the kiss not as aggressive and claiming. He gently rubbed Rain’s sore nipples, and massaged the bruises on his wrists from where he’d fought the cuffs too hard. After a moment, Payu offered a hot palm to rest against the bruised and aching base of Rain’s cock where the metal had set.

“Tell me what you want,” he broke the kiss to whisper to Rain after what felt to both like an eternity. The other member was still throbbing and purple, pinned at the very edge of release. He’d only had one true climax early on, whereas Payu managed three . And the lone orgasm was made more difficult, and intense, by the agony Rain endured with that clamp.

Rain couldn’t speak. He rolled his hips, hissing at the soreness that was rapidly settling in. It would have to be quick.

As he so often did, Payu understood without needing to be told. He rolled on top of Rain more fully and covered the boy’s mouth with his own. There was no biting this time as they kissed. Payu’s hair formed a curtain against Rain’s cheek as he stroked Rain’s tongue with his and wrapped a large hand around both his and Rain’s cocks.

Rain wanted to cum one final time not bound, but in Payu’s gentle embrace, with the heat of him alongside Rain’s desperation. For his part, Payu’s pace was slow and measured as he stroked the two together- though his own tendon wasn’t getting fully hard again any time soon.

When Rain’s breathing grew strained, he released his lips to nibble and suck at Rain’s ear. Payu rolled his hips, rubbing himself until- with a seizing gasp- Rain erupted across their stomachs and chests. Though quiet, the force of the release was hard enough to reach his neck, and his entire body shook so violently that he felt no different from the vibrator Payu had inside him earlier.

Payu pulled Rain up to sit in his lap as the boy’s body went limp and his eyes rolled up into his head. He brushed the strands of Rain’s sweat-soaked hair away from his face and licked the release from Rain’s throat and chest with gentle devotion. Rain stirred slightly in Payu’s arms as he worked, and he let out a thin and painful moan of thanks.

It would be a wonder if Rain’s voice recovered even in a week.

When Rain seemed somewhat awake, Payu carried them both into the shower, where he sat on the floor holding Rain’s shaking body as hot water rinsed them both. The only sign of life in the limp body was a flinch and a sob as Payu’s long fingers so gently scooped some of the release from inside his hole. 

Payu toweled Rain dry afterwards and laid him gently in bed while Payu picked up the toys on the floor, cleaned the messy ones, and returned with a small bottle of gel to soothe Rain’s entrance somewhat. It wouldn’t spare him from a sore day, but it would make things a little easier. 

Rain stirred as Payu’s fingertip pushed some of the gel inside. Rain felt as if Payu and the toy were both still inside him, he was aching in places he’d never ached before, and the growing stiffness in his groove was so deep that it felt as if he had been split in two. 

“I don’t think I can walk,” his voice was so hoarse that Rain choked on the unexpected pain. Payu flashed a savage grin as he brought a glass of water over.

“After a rest, I’ll do what it takes to make sure you can’t.”

“Promise?” Rain smiled, but his eyes didn’t open again. He rolled onto Payu’s chest as the other settled into bed, assuming his position in Payu’s arms.

Payu wrapped himself around Rain, intertwining his legs through the other’s. He held him tight, safe, and close, “I promise. I have next week off.”

Payu kissed the top of Rain’s head gently and turned off the bedside lamp so that they could drift off to sleep the day away as dawn broke outside.

He had questions- so many questions about where Rain found his new haul of toys and what possessed him to try them all out at once, but that could wait for another day. This was the perfect end to a hard couple weeks of work. A heaven Payu couldn’t believe was within reach when he first opened the door and saw his submissive little Rain tied up on the floor, obediently waiting for his daddy to come home.

Payu breathed a laugh and ruffled Rain’s wet hair, squeezing him even tighter as they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

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Part 2 (PrapaiSky)

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

My Cute Nerdy Boy

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: Girl I see in my dreams - Twnie)

16-year-old Nanami quietly walked down the hallway. No one really acknowledge him, but every now and then, he would hear whispers about him. No finger pointing, but students aren’t exactly quiet.

“You finished my homework?” A white-haired teen appeared in front of him. Nanami nodded and handed Gojo a folder that contained his essay.

“It should give you an A,” Nanami said quietly while avoiding eye contact. To be fair, Gojo’s bright blue eyes can be intimidating sometimes. Or mesmerizing. Depending on how people see them as. Gojo skimmed through the papers.

“You’re making me sound too smart,” he said.

“Sorry,” Nanami said quietly. Gojo leaned in closer to his ear, hand by the ear.

“What?!” Nanami flinched at the loud volume of his voice.

“Sorry,” Nanami said slightly louder.

“Oi! Where’s my homework?” Geto asked as he walked up behind Gojo. Mentally, Nanami sighed as he gave Geto his essay. Geto smiled.   “Thanks, nerd,” Geto said. “Let’s go, Satoru.”

They turned around to head to class. Nanami sighed and walked to his locker to grab his materials for class.

“OH! THERE’S MY FAVORITE PRETTY LADY!” Nanami looked over to his right. There you were, smiling as you walked down the hallway. He watched Geto and Gojo run over to you. “How’s your morning, Princess?” You shrugged.

“It was fine. Just like every other morning,” you answered.

“Satoru, that’s a lame question,” Geto said.

“And you can do better, Suguru?” you asked with a raised brow. Geto smirked, leaning in closer to you.

“Do you know how your day can get better?” he asked. You stared at him, waiting for an answer. “You and I go on a date.” You giggled. They always flirt with you, but they were always nice to you.  

“Sorry, Suguru,” you said. “Besides aren’t you dating Keiko?”

“I dumped her.” You shook your head.

“That’s a shame. She’s a sweet one.”

“But you’re sweeter.”

“You need better pick up lines,” you said. “I’ll see you two later.” You turned and waved at Nanami. “Hi, Kento.” Nanami, being shy, waved back. You smiled back before unlocking your locker that was close by to Nanami’s. Gojo stood close behind you.

“You don’t gotta talk to the nerd,” he said quietly, but still loud enough for Nanami to hear him.

“Leave Kento alone,” you said sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” the two said as if their mother reprimanded them. The bell rang and you shut your locker. You said bye to both Gojo and Geto and then walked to class. When you left, Nanami closed his locker, ready to follow you but Geto and Gojo blocked his way.

“Don’t get any ideas thinking you’re all that because she spoke to you,” Geto said.

“I’ll make her mine before anyone else,” Gojo said confidently. Geto sighed and smacked the back of his head.

“To be fair, Nanami would be better for her than you Satoru.”

“WHAT?!”

Nanami slipped away from them. With his head lowered, he walked to class. He found you talking to other students in the back. He blushed to the sounds of your soft laughs. With one last look, he took his seat in the front.

Class flew by. Your teacher asked you to stay behind. As students walked to the hallway, you walked up to the teacher’s desk. Slowly, Nanami was packing his things.

“You need a tutor,” your teacher said. You gave him a nervous smile. “I see your efforts. I see you jotting down notes, but you’re not understanding the concepts too well. I can’t blame you though, Anatomy and Physiology can be difficult for students. You have potential.” He looked around the class and smiled. “Nanami-kun, I have a favor.” Nanami walked over to the two of you.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“I hope you don’t mind tutoring,” he said and looked at you. You bushed.

“There’s no need, Kento. I can go to tutoring sessions and—”

“Nanami-kun is the best student in your grade and he has the highest grade in class. I would love for him to tutor you, if it’s okay with him.”

“I-I don’t mind,” Nanami said as he slightly turned away from you so you don’t see him blushing.

“Great! I knew I can count on you!” The teacher got up and left, leaving the two of you alone in the classroom.

“If you don’t want to, it’s really okay! I can figure it out on my own.” Nanami shook his head.

“We can go to my house after school if you’re available. Or your house. Whichever is fine.” He watched a smile form on your face.

“Meet me at the front?” Nanami smiled and nodded.

“Sure.”

He helped you take your jacket off and hung it on the coat rack of his house. Shyly, you thanked him, mostly because of his gentleman-like gesture. You followed him up the stairs, your backpack on Nanami’s shoulder and textbooks in his arms. You always knew he was kind, but you found this over-the-top kind. And it made your heart flutter.

When you entered his bedroom, you weren’t too surprised at his cleanliness. Nanami presents himself as a neat student, you can only assume how well put together he is. His bedroom is neat and organized with minimal items inside the room. Nanami placed your backpack on the floor by his bed.

“Do you want anything to drink? Or eat?” he asked, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Tea, please,” you replied. Nanami nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

And swiftly, Nanami left the room. You cautiously moved around, not wanting to knock anything over; if there’s anything to knock over. But you can be clumsy and trip over nothing. Slowly, you sat on his bed and took out your notebook and textbooks. You started to write more notes down, hoping it would help you understand the material better. Chapter of the week, cardiac. But, you quickly lost focus and started to doodle hearts.

“That’s completely different from what we’re learning,” he said with a tray in his hands. You jumped, nearly causing him to drop it.

“I-I’m sorry! I almost made you drop the tray!” you exclaimed with a blushed face. Nanami just gave you a soft smile and placed the tray on the night table.

“It’s okay,” he said. He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down next to you. “May I?” You nodded and handed him your notebook.

“Cardiac is hard.”

“It could be. Which other topics from the last chapters did you have trouble with?”

“Respiratory. Immunity. Oh! And hematologic! Just wait until we get to neuro. I might you need 24/7 for that.”

The two of you avoided each other’s gaze and blushed. Nanami couldn’t help but smile. The idea of helping you and being with you brought him to joy.

Thoroughly he explained everything step by step. And you appreciated the fact that he dumbed down the information, trying to make the topic more relatable with regular life analogies. He even printed out worksheets for you, something you were attempting to try to do when you get home. By the end of the day, Nanami walked you home.

“You didn’t have to bring me home, Kento,” you said.

“It’s dark outside.” You nodded with a smile, appreciating his chivalrous gesture.

“Can you tutor me again tomorrow?”

“Whenever you need help, I’ll be there,” he said with a smile. His smile made you smile. You love it when he smiles.

“Thank you, Kento.”

To his surprise, you waited for him by both of your lockers the next day for the past two weeks. You get excited when you told him how well you were doing with the worksheets he gave you. It made you excited that you are able to understand the concepts better.

“I guess I’m not so dumb anymore,” you said with a small laugh while he walked you home. Nanami smiled. He carried your heavy backpack with his and both of your textbooks, despite your constant refusal.

“You were never dumb,” he said. “You just need a different way of studying.”

“I-I guess so,” you said. Your cell phone suddenly rang. Without looking at the caller I.D., you answered.

“Are you free tonight, pretty lady?” Gojo asked.

“No,” you swiftly answered.

“What? What better way to spend your Friday night than with me?” he asked teasingly. Nanami could hear everything. Gojo isn’t the quietest person in the world. The man loves to be heard.

“Kento,” you replied happily.

“Aw come on! The quiet nerd?”

“Yes the quiet nerd,” you repeated irritably. “Satoru, quit making fun of him! He’s an awesome guy! At least Suguru is a little nicer.” ‘She’s not wrong,’ Nanami thought. He would rather tolerate Geto.

“Fine, fine. Whatever. I’ll call you tomorrow, pretty lady.” Annoyed, you shut your phone rather loudly.

“Such a jerk,” you muttered. “How am I friends with this headache?”

“Th-Thank you,” Nanami said quietly. Your anger simmered and you looked at him with curious eyes.

“For what?”

“Defending me.”

“Well someone should! Every time I hear someone talk crap about you, I tell them off! Kento, you’re too nice.  You’re the sweetest man alive,” you said.

“You-You do that for me?” he asked slowly. You nodded.

“They listen to me,” you said with a bright smile. “Satoru is naturally a jerk. Suguru feeds off from him, so they’re just stupid jerks.” You were busy ranting to notice Nanami looking at you with the softest eyes. He could feel his heart burst with joy. He always believed that you were way out of his league and here you are, constantly defending him. “What should we do tonight, Kento?” Nanami blushed. In his mind, it was as if you two were trying to have a date. But he knew you wouldn’t go out with someone like him.

“What do you usually do?” he asked.

“Anything that seems fun at the moment,” you answered. “I’m usually with Shoko Friday nights but she’s still on vacation with her family. Maybe we could watch a movie or something. Oh! There’s this new café that opened a month ago. I haven’t had a chance to go try it out.”

“We could go now,” he suggested.

You were excited. You picked out several different pastries: a lemon bar, croissants with whipped cream and berries, blueberry cheesecake slice, and a slice of green tea cake. Nanami just chose a large ham sandwich with cheese that’s on a buttery baguette. When the cashier rang you two up, Nanami quickly gave the cashier his card. He then carried the tray to the table with you following behind him. You thanked him happily and took a bite of the pastries.

“This meets beyond expectations,” you said. “Here, try this.” Nanami isn’t a fan of sweets, but he’ll do it for you. When he took a bite, he smiled.

“You’re right. It is good,” he said.

You got to know Nanami more while he tutored you. You always knew that he’s a kind and sweet guy. He’s also smart, quiet, and a complete gentleman. You get to learn that his favorite food is bread. He prefers coffee over tea. He’s very honest and his blunt statements either make you laugh or feel embarrassed.

“Kento, how come you never had a girlfriend?” you asked curiously. “Any girl would be so lucky to have you.” You watched his face turn pink that reached up to the tip of his ears. “Do you like anyone?” The shade turned dark, and you couldn’t help but continue to tease him now. “I bet it’s me, right?” You giggled.

Nanami couldn’t find his voice. His loud, thumping heart washed out the noises around him. He stretched the collar of his shirt, hoping it would help him cool down.

“I-I do like you,” he slowly and quietly answered reluctantly. “For a while now.” You looked at him with big and surprised eyes.

“You-You do?” you asked softly and shyly. Nanami nodded.

“About three years ago.” And that surprised you even more. Nanami is good at keeping his stoic look. He is usually difficult to read, and to this day, you still can’t read how he truly feels.

“I-I never knew that,” you said.

“You haven’t dated anyone too, though,” he said.

“You noticed?” He nodded. “You’re observant.”

“I-I mean, when it comes to you I am.” You couldn’t help but smile. You started to blush, mustering up the courage to say more.

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve been crushing on you since elementary school?” you asked. This time, it was his turn to stare at you with big, surprised eyes. “Ever since you helped me get my teddy bear back from Mahito in the playground. You sat next to me while I cried. And in middle school, my pencil broke in the middle of an exam and you were the only one that noticed and handed me an extra one. That same day of the exam, I forgot my lunch and you let me have half of your sandwich. My feelings for you grew at that point but you never looked interested.”

“I’m typically good at hiding my expressions.”

“I see that.” The two of you chuckled. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, finally feeling the confidence to ask the question and at the same time, knowing you would say yes. Your smile said it all.

“I would love to.”

He held your hand as the two of you walked around Tokyo for the rest of the night. And just like always, he remained a gentleman. He made sure you walked away from the streets, gave you his sweater the moment you shivered, and opened the doors for you. By the end of the night, he walked you home, where the two of you shyly hugged.

“Can I do one more thing?” you asked. Nanami nodded. He watched you grow nervous as you bit the bottom of your lip. He watched you slowly look up at him. You stood on your toes, your hands gently on his chest, and lightly kissed his lips. Nanami froze and before he could kiss you back, you pulled away. “Call me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay sweetheart.” You blushed. Nanami chuckled and leaned down, kissing you one last time for the night.

Nanami woke up early. He planned to arrive at your house to surprise you. He wanted to walk with you to school. And, he wanted to meet up to your expectations of him on being the best boyfriend. He wants you to have the best and he wants to be your best.

“Kento!” you exclaimed in surprise, your hair half up and down and a section is curled. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um…” Nerves got to him, leaving him speechless. He cleared his throat. “I wanted to walk with you to school.” A wide smile formed on your face. You opened the door wider for him to enter inside. “Your parents aren’t home?”

“They left early this morning for a business trip,” you answered. “They’re usually away, so I typically get to have the house to myself. Pretty neat, huh?”

“Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“It does, but you won’t let me get lonely. Right Kento?” Nanami blushed. You giggled and kissed his cheek before going up the stairs. He followed you. Your bedroom is brighter, painted a lilac color with light gray and purple bedding. You had a large bookshelf filled with books and a desk with a laptop and cluttered books on top. Along with that, there’s a mirror against the wall. “Get yourself comfortable, Kento! I’m just gonna finish my hair.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Take your time.”

He laid on your bed. It was so soft that he felt like he was on a cloud. His arms rested behind his head as he looked over at you at your desk. He blushed watching you curl your hair. No matter what you do, you were beautiful in his eyes. He smiled. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

“You always had long hair,” he commented.

“I thought you like girls with long hair?” you asked curiously.

“I just like you,” he said. You turned away blushing a deep red, finishing up your hair. Nanami chuckled, watching your reaction from your mirror.

“Well,” you said as you stood up from your chair. You twirled around, your hair flowing with you. “What do you think, Kento?” Nanami stood up and walked towards you. He curled a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Beautiful,” he said. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “All ready to go now?” You nodded. Nanami took your backpack off the floor and your textbooks that lay on your desk. Both of the backpacks rested on his one shoulder and he used his right arm to carry both of your textbooks. He held his hand out for you when you two reached the front door. “Let’s go.” Happily, you took his hand and left. You playfully swung both of your arms.

“You sure you never had a girlfriend, Kento? Seems like you know what you’re doing,” you asked curiously.

“I watch how my father takes care of my mother,” he said. “And so, I decided that I have to take it up a notch.”

“Your parents raised you well,” you said happily and kissed his hand.

Nerves started to build up within Nanami the closer they were to the school. He was about to let go of your hand, but you held it tighter. Whispers surrounded you two and curiosities filled the students. The females awed at the sight of the two of you but the males gave Nanami a look.

“Really? You chose him over me?” Gojo questioned with a pain expression. You ignored him, dragging Nanami with you to your lockers. “Oh, is my pretty lady playing hard to get? How did nerdy boy do it? Huh?” Gojo was about to hold you, but Nanami was swift and tightly held Gojo’s wrist.

“Don’t touch my girl,” he said. His voice was low, but even you can hear the slight malice in them. Your heart skipped a beat. You were ready to stop Gojo yourself, but your boyfriend beat you to it.

“And you’ll do what? Nerdy boy is gonna cry and beg me to leave her alone?”

“Hey! Quit making fun of him!” you yelled at Gojo, causing eyes of the students to divert to you three. “You’re being such a huge jackass right now. Leave my boyfriend alone. He’s a way better man than you.”

“Oh come on, babe! You never even gave me a chance!”

“I told you, I don’t date just anyone,” you said with your arms crossed. Nanami watched you. Your eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip jutted out. If that was you angry, he wouldn’t mind making you angry every now and then. All he could think of was just kissing those pouty lips of yours.

Gojo slightly put his sunglasses down, eyeing Nanami. He took one step closer, far enough where you don’t have to intervene.

“I’ve known her since we were in diapers,” Gojo said. “That’s why she tolerates me and I mess with her. And I let her yell at me. Don’t break her heart. I’ll break your goddamn face if you do.” Nanami confidently nodded.

“And stop making him do your homework. Do your own homework. Both you and Suguru. Treat my man with respect,” you said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Give Kento a chance.”

“Yes ma’am.” You smiled and patted Gojo’s head like a well-behaved puppy.

“Good boy.” You then held Nanami’s hand. “Let’s go Kento.”

You let Nanami lead the way and to your surprise, he led you to an empty stairwell. Nanami gently closed the door and brought you into the corner under the stairs. You were about to speak, but Nanami cupped your face and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same intensity. When Nanami pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Thank you for defending me.”

“I told you that I tell off the people who aren’t nice to you,” you said. Nanami smiled and kissed your forehead.

“I promise that I’m going to be the best for you. I’ll be a man that you deserve,” he said softly as his gaze never left you and his thumb gently caressed your cheek. “And if you want me to change, I’ll change for you. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“You’re so sweet Kento,” you said with a smile. “You don’t have to change for me, silly. Just be you. You are the best for me right now.”

Ten years passed. You happily smiled when Nanami made it to the lobby. The two of you finished work, but you stayed the extra hours because you wanted to wait for your boyfriend. He gave you a tired smile and a kiss on the lips as he held you tightly by the waist.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asked.

“Fantastic now that you’re here,” you answered.

“How’s the meeting with my father?” you asked excitedly. The fact that your parents adore Nanami and immediately found him like a son brought a rush of relief to you when he first met them. And once you two went to the same college, they were adamant that he was going to run your parents’ business with you by his side. So now, he’s training under your father.

“Your father is impressed with me,” he said. “So, it definitely went well.” Your smile brightened. Nanami opened the passenger door for you. ‘He never changes,’ you thought happily. Nanami Kento is still the smart and quiet teenage boy you met. But he became a little more outgoing (thanks to Gojo and Geto). His appearance changed from the lean, long blonde hair boy to a masculine man with shorter blonde hair that he likes to part and push back away from his face. He is still a gentleman as ever, if anything, he became sweeter to you over the years if that was even possible.

“I hired Satoru and Suguru,” you said. “That’s okay with you, right?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said. “They came a long way and proven their worth for the company.” You sighed in relief. “Want to go the café where we confessed each other in high school?”

“Yes please!”

The two of you sat happily by the window. Excitedly, you took a bite of the croissant filled with sweet cream and berries. Your body relaxed while Nanami felt fulfilled to get a bite of his favorite sandwich. “This place has yet to disappoint,” you said. “10 years later, and its just the same as ever.”

“It is our place,” Nanami said softly as he held your hand. You blushed. It definitely was. The two of you would go to the café weekly after school, even during your college days. “Close your eyes.” You eagerly nodded and did. You wonder what he could surprise you with. You didn’t notice anything on him. But when you felt something slide on to your left ring finger, you immediately opened your eyes. Nanami held a nervous look on his face. His cheeks were pink and he shyly avoided your gaze.

Your eyes slowly moved down to your finger and noticed a diamond engagement ring. You couldn’t help but look up at Nanami with tears welding in your eyes.

“Kento,” you whispered.

“I wanted to propose here,” he said. “But there’s a lot of people right now, so I couldn’t go on one knee. But I also got impatient and—” Nanami stopped himself and took a deep breath before looking at you with confidence. “Sweetheart, will you marry me?” A smile spread across your face and you wiped your tears away.

“Yes, Kento. I’ll marry you,” you answered happily. Nanami leaned forwards to cup your face and gave you a quick, passionate kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”.

[pinpurin]

STU(DATING)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pavitr prabhakar

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ when ur studying with pav then 10 minutes later your lips are on his

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ this was requested by @fish-eat-fish

“My brain is liquifying send help” you texted your best friend. “LMFAO I’ll be over soon” pavitr responded almost immediately.

You squealed and kicked your feet knowing damn well you didn’t need help and you just wanted to see him without being weird about it.

You immedieatly stood up and observed your room, even though you guys have been friends for a while you still felt the need to impress him.

You walked around your room kicking dirty clothes underneath your bed and hiding wrappers in your drawers, After that you took out your textbooks and homework out on your desk. A couple of minutes later you heard the doorbell ring.

Flying down the stair and opening the door you were met with a shocked Pavitr. "How did you open the door so fast" he chuckled "You couldnt wait for me to get here huh" He smirked as he walked in kicking his shoes off.

“Pffft as if" you rolled your eyes biting back a smile. "Hey mama we're gonna study in my room" you said to your mom who was in the kitchen. "Thats fine, remeber door stays OPEN" she called out to you "Yeah yeah” you replied annoyed

you dragged Pav up to your room. He couldnt help but smile as his hand tingled at where you grabbed him. "Okay so what exactly did you need help with?" he asked taking his books out of his bag once you both reached your room.

What he had said went in one ear and out the other. All you could do is admire him, from his hair to his body everything was perfect, Even his personality.

You remember the first day you guys met and he was on your ass about naan bread, after his rambling you had asked him about his hair, and when he insisted he didnt put anything in there you argued with him about gatekeeping.

“Ummm are you okay?" Pav asked waving his hand in your face. "UHM ye-yeah what did you ask?" He chuckled lightly at you and you felt your heart thump faster inside your body as heat rose to your face.

“I asked what you needed help with" he smiled at you. "oh right its uh over here" you muttered pointing over to your desk while walking over to it.

You pulled put your seat and sat down, right when you were about to offer to find a seat for pav you felt his body press behind you back.

You stiffened up at the sudden contact. "Okay so heres how you do it.." Pav told you, his face leaning closer down your ear. You couldnt even focus with the small space you had between each other.

You look up lighly and see your pencil in his hand while he is explaining in great detail to a problem that you dont car aboout. There was no way he wasnt doing this on purpose.

Best friends arent usually this close, but this could be your sign that there was something more between you two. Or your brain could be against you and feeding into your delusions.

“Okay thats how you solve the problem, do you understand now?" he asked looking down at you. All you could do is stare into his brown eyes in admiration. After what feels like hours of staring you finally broke the silence with a question.

“Can i kiss you?" you asked him quietly. He looked shocked before slowly giving a small nod. you leaned in with him closing the gap in between you two.

As your lips connected you felt your heart pick up and your body geting hotter, not knowing that he felt the exact same way. As you both pulled away for air reality crept up on you as you had realized what you had just did.

You immediately covered your face with your hands in embarssment, slightly scooching your chair further from him. Once again your heard that adorable chuckle before his hands pulled yours away from your face.

"Did you invite me over so you could woo me?" he asked teasingly. “I've never felt so honored"

“oh shut up"

ANDDDD SCENE, it’s 2 in the fucking morning and I have to work at 12:30 but oh well, we are SLOWLY but SURELY getting request done 💪🏽. Anyways I’m currently listening to sorrows by Bryson tiller incase anyone cares.

[marina41trench]

Inumaru Touma - Drama Collection (Spring) RabbiChat

Touma: Izumi, good morning!

Great work on yesterday’s drama shooting!

Touma: There’s something I’m curious about so I messaged you

Did you manage to finish your math homework…? Iori: Good morning, Inumaru-san.

I managed to finish on time so I’ll submit it later today.

Touma: Oooooh!!

I’m glad!!!! ✨✨

I was curious if you’re holding up well because it was a lot and we have filming as well.

Iori: I apologize for bringing my homework to the set.

I must’ve worried you.

Touma: Don��t worry about it!

The staff were worried about you too!

Touma: Or rather, when I think about it now… Was I in your way when I kept looking because I was curious about your homework 😭?!

Sorry!

Iori: Not really. Rather it was a good opportunity for me to revise and review.

Iori: Thank you for the okara[1] cookie you’ve given me before we left.

Touma: I’m happy for those words 😭

You mentioned doing your homework when you get home, so I thought it’s better if I give you a snack to eat at night

Touma: When I went to the convenience store during break time, I was thinking of a food you could eat with one hand that’s like you, so I picked it! 👍

Iori: Am I like an okara?

Touma: No, sorry. I didn’t mean you’re like it, but it’s like… an okara and you are neat and clean?

Pretty? Something like that?!

Will this convey properly?!?!

Iori: I-I do not understand, but… Thank you for thinking about me.

It conveyed that you’re a very kind person as the rumor says.

Touma: Rumor?

Iori: Isumi-san compliments you and says “Touma looks after people so much it’s annoying.”

Touma:

Touma: That doesn’t sound like a compliment, though?! Lolol

Iori: No, it’s Isumi-san’s love language. He was smiling when he said it, so he’s very happy.

Touma: I hope it is…

Does Haru talk about us a lot? 😳

Iori: Or rather, very much.

Iori:  “When we went for a yakiniku, he asked me if I was eating properly as he kept putting meat on my plate. And he always looks at my plate. So annoying.”

Touma: A-and his expression at that time is…

Iori: He was smiling from ear to ear.

Touma: He was smiling from ear to ear 😆

Touma: I see~~!

He was mad at me and said, “You don’t have to because I don’t eat it! You should eat properly too!” but he was really happy! I’ll give him more meat next time!

Touma: The seven of you are living together, but have you all dined out?

Iori: Yes, sometimes.

But most of the time we’re accompanied by our Manager or the agency’s staff.

Touma: Whoa, I’m jealous! That sounds fun!!

And you’re with your Manager!

Iori: We’re going to stand out since we’re a large group. So there’s preparations being considered.

Touma: Oh yeah, since there’s 7 of you there’s bound to have problems!

What did you all eat? 🤩

Iori: A lot of meat, as expected. And there’s a delicious okonomiyaki restaurant in our neighborhood. We go there to eat as well.

Touma: That’s sooooo nice!! Having 7 people eat okonomiyaki and being lively sounds fun!! 🤩✨

I should invite Utsugi-san next time

Iori: And just like you, Nii-san also asks us, “Are you all eating properly?”

Touma: Mitsuki-san does that too~! Now I’m getting really curious!

Iori: When he says that, he intentionally gives us neatly cooked meat.

There are no words to say about his consideration.

Has someone done that to you?

Touma: Aaaaaahhhhhhh

Haru was mad at that too…

Touma: So that means it’s him showing his

Touma: Love…

Iori: Well

Iori: It is.

Touma: Yeah! I’m glad to start a good discussion in the morning!! Thanks Izumi 😭😭

Iori: It’s nothing… Perhaps I’ve talked too much

Touma: I’m happy that our bonds deepened just like in the drama 👍

Iori: My role was admiring you, and I enrolled in the same school as you.

Touma: Yup! And soon we’ll have a confrontation against Nikaidou-san in the climax!

I’m gonna do my best so I can show you the cool me 🔥

Iori: Not to me, but to my role as your junior.

Touma: Well, yeah. I got happy when you complimented me while I was practicing skateboard techniques lol

Iori: Your reflexes were always great, but I was amazed how you learned a trick in such a short time…

Iori: It's good learning material.

Touma: Eh, I’m so happy…

Touma: I’m as happy as being told “I don’t care what anyone says, I’m proud to say he’s the world’s coolest senior!”

Iori: Like I said, that’s my role’s dialogue as well!

Inumaru-san, are you the type to be startled when you meet an actor who played a villain?

Touma: Eh, how can you tell?! I’m not sure if I’m just bad at it, but I just go, “Ah!” suddenly 😂 lolol

Iori: We also have a member who is easily influenced.

Touma: I’m glad that Izumi’s a good guy…

Iori: I think I understand the reason why Isumi-san opened his heart to ZOOL.

Touma: Really?! Isn’t he showing his pitiable side too much?!

Touma: Are you going to bring your homework in the next set?

Iori:  I don’t think it’s possible now that we’re going to spend more time filming.

Touma: Then I’m going to bring you snacks to accompany you again!

That way I show my status as your senior! 🔥

Iori: Something else besides an okara that’s like me?

Touma: Maybe konpeitou[2] or macarons?!

I’ll think about it 💪

Iori: Thank you very much. I’ll look forward to our next filming.

Touma:

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TL Notes:

[1] - okara - also called sou pulp or tofu dreg, is an edible pulp separated from soymilk during the tofu production.

[2] - konpeitou - is a small sugar candy that has a spherical shape with bumpy textures.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic Rivals AU])

Y’all ready for Miguel to finally kiss (Y/N)’s ass??!?!?!? Not proofread enjoy lol, I had a lot of fun writing this. I tried to be a bit artsy near the end it it’s too cringe I’ll probably delete it and redo it lmao.

Cursing, Miguel finally getting his shit together, lol he’s ooc but it’s okayyy lol

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)-Last name, (N/N)-Nickname.

Word count: 2.1k

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Chapter 12: What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

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You hated to admit it, but you kind of missed throwing away those stupid little apology notes from Miguel. Oddly enough, they had stopped appearing on your desk the day after your last little “date” with Spider-Man. Though you doubt there was any correlation, you couldn’t help but wonder why all of a sudden he would stop after what was about two or three weeks of nothing but notes after notes of apologies.

“He probably realized that you aren’t going to forgive him and decided to finally give up.” Mj’s voice sounded through your phone speaker, lying next to you as you laid on your stomach on top of your bed. Checking over your new manicure you had just received that morning, before letting out a huff as you dramatically dropped your head down on the mattress.

“Can we stop bringing him up? I don’t need reminders of his existence, not like I didn’t have enough reminders before…” You grumbled, you're sure if she was there with you she’d roll her eyes at your theatrics.

“I feel like we talk too much about you two.” She teased, the end of her sentence trailing off in a chuckle.

“Yeah because now that you're dating Peter, I can’t tease you about how you act like a nervous wreck around him anymore.” You shot back, picking your head back up and raising your brow, your smirk evident in your tone.

“Don’t be bitter that I got a boyfriend before (N/N), I’m sure spidey will ask you soon enough.” Your cheeks flared as your best friend tease, despite you starting it first you couldn’t help but feel yourself becoming a bit more shy at the mention of Spider-Man. You know not to take it to heart though as you let out a small laugh.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for that date right now.” You point out, having remembered that she mentioned to you during your last class together that Peter was planning on taking her to some movie after his photography club.

“Oh shit- you’re right! I got to go, I’ll text you later!”

“Okay bye have fu-aaaand she hung up, welp.” You drop your head on your bed once more after grabbing your pillow to place underneath you. Deciding taking a nap would be better than spending the next few hours doing something else, too tired from school to even attempt to watch a movie or tv show, let alone read or do homework. A sigh escapes through your nose, closing your eyes as you snuggle against the pillow, waiting to succumb to your own exhaustion. The white noise of your air conditioner running in the background lulling you to sleep.

—

“Maybe this is too on the nose…” Miguel mumbled to himself as he glanced down to the wrapped item in his hands, trying to compose himself as he stands in front of your dorm room, gathering the courage to knock.

It was almost embarrassing, that he was going to grovel at your doorstep in order to get you to even look at him again. He was already bruising his ego enough with the countless apology notes that you didn’t even bother to glance at for longer than a second before tossing them, let alone read. Still despite his… complicated feelings towards you, he’d rather you bruise his ego then anyone else.

His eyes came back to stare at your room number that was etched into your door, before nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

You were a smart girl, a very smart girl. Miguel knew that. So he knew he was potentially playing with fire with his apology gift, he knew more than anyone else how your brain worked, he knew that you could take one glance at it and all the pieces would fall in place. He just hoped that for one, he would wave away any suspicions that you might come up with. Worst case scenario you outright declare him as Spider-Man, but then what? You weren’t one to tell secrets, you weren’t money or fame hungry so you weren’t going to go off and tell the media for a check.

Miguel shook his head, trying to shake away all the possibilities that were now coming to the forefront of his mind. Close his eyes to take in deep breath before opening to them once again to stare at your door.

‘If I keep thinking about it, I’ll end up walking away, just knock damnit.’

Finally, with a sharp exhale through his nostrils, he brings up his enclosed fist to tap lightly on your door. The edge of lips pulling downward after not getting any confirmation that you heard his knocking. After another louder knock, his ears finally picking up the faintest of annoyed groans, making his tensed shoulders slip down just a few centimeters.

Miguel thanked whatever dumb constructor decided to not give the ancient dorm building doors peepholes, because if they did, he knew you wouldn’t have opened the door for him. That’s why he stuck his foot out to act as a stopper, preventing you from closing it in his face once you realized who had decided to interrupt your short lived nap.

What a relief to be able to see your face up close with the mask on to counsel his. Despite the fact that your fake polite smile quickly melted away from your face once you realized who was at your doorstep, leaving a scowl to come and take its place. Miguel barely had time to open his mouth before your frame was once again covered by the wooden door, his school assigned leather shoes certainly getting scuffed from it hitting the side of them. Not even wincing as you attempted to push his foot out with resting your weight against the door.

“(L/N), Come on. It’s been weeks, you can’t keep ignoring me. Just… I-I know I fucked up okay? You were trying to be civil with me and I… Look I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry.” His free hand came up and pushed against the door lightly, not enough to knock you off your balance or anything but enough to peak his head through the door to meet your glare once more. “You know more than anyone else that I don’t do serious apologies. Just hear me out. You’ve-You’ve already got me begging here (L/N), to just be in the same room with you so I can admit I’m an asshole. You don’t have to forgive me, just hear me out! Please-“

He was able to squeeze himself through the crack of the door, closing it before him and leaning against it as he attempted to catch his breath from his babbling, chest raising up and down rapidly as his pleading eyes turned a bit more intense, you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest, letting out an irritated huff as you kept your eyes on him.

“Get out O’Hara-“

“I’m tired of you ignoring me, what do you want me to do, huh!? You and I are too intertwined into each other’s lives for you to ignore me forever. You know that-“

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled under your breath, rolling your eyes a bit. Miguel, now standing up straight, took a step towards you, a hand flying to his chest as usually narrowed and bored eyes suddenly turned wild and frantic almost like a confused puppy.

“I-“ he paused, letting out a huff, before lowering his voice down to just above a whisper. “I’m not going to leave until you listen to me please just-“ He stutters, taking another pause as his eyes flutter shut tightly, you haven’t even noticed that his eyes were turning glossy and red until he opened them again, had you ever seen Miguel cry before? Well if you hadn’t, this might be a first for you both. “Please (Y/N).”

The use of the first name between you both was rare, you had been in more near death situations then you’ve heard your first name uttered from Miguel’s lips. So hearing it with such… desperation… it made your heart jump up to your throat. Your eyes never leaving his as he took another step towards you and… oh my god… is he kneeling?

“Please I-“ He choked out, the wetness that was threatening to spill out from the corner of his eye finally came down, his hands reached out to yours in desperation, you were too much in shock to think about pulling them away as you blinked down at him almost stupidly. “I can't… take it anymore. I feel like I’m going mad.”

He was being completely truthful with that statement too. He was jealous of his super powered alter ego from getting more attention from you then he was just as himself.

You finally pull yourself back into the current moment, clearing your throat as you shake yourself to help gather your words, neither of you noticing during the whole ordeal that Miguel’s apology gift had landed a few feet away from the door. Tugging at his hands as a signal to get up and off the floor. “O-okay, okay fine. Just-get up Miguel, Jesus…”

You wanted to keep holding onto this grudge of yours, but how could you when you had brought a man who is twice your size and four times your ego down to his knees? Reducing him to nothing more than a crying begging mess. Simple answer, you couldn’t. Whether it’s simple petty or if you felt like you were truly ready to hear him out, it honestly didn’t matter to you anymore. It’s clear from his breakdown that he had suffered enough.

He let out the biggest sigh of relief, sniffing a bit as he finally brought himself back up from your floor. A large hand of his coming up to wipe away a few lingering tears of frustration once he was up on his feet again. A silence fell over you both as you gave him a few seconds to collect himself properly before he could start explaining himself. Finally, with a clearing of his throat, bloodshot eyes met yours.

“Look, I know that… we haven’t been anything more than tolerant of each other… but I should have never,” his hands went to find yours again, grasping tightly as if he was afraid that you’d disappear in front of him. “Ever. Said that stuff to you. It was… too much even for us, if I could take it back, I would. I have no idea what snapped in my mind to say such vile things to you, it was wrong, it was stupid-so stupid-and I regret it. Regret it more than anything I’ve ever done in my life. You don’t have to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Hell, say the word and I’ll walk out of here and I’ll disappear from your life forever. “

You have honestly never felt so speechless before. Miguel has never made you feel so speechless before.

“But god do I want you to forgive, to take those words back. I'll do anything, and when I tell you that I’ll do anything, I mean anything.”

You couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that escaped your throat, uneasiness bubbling up in your lower gult, despite laughing being your first reaction, you could tell he was all but joking. Your tongue stuck out to lick your suddenly dry lips.

“I can tell you’re being quite… erm, serious, so,” you pause, inhaling the tense air in hopes it’ll help calm your nerves, “I accept your apology.” Miguel took a deep breath to keep himself from turning into a babbling mess again, he could feel that heavy pressure on his chest filling up, he could finally breathe agai-“but I don’t forgive you.” He could feel his airways clog back up, he felt like he was blue screening as his ears heard the words but his mind didn’t want to accept it. He wants to do nothing more than to grovel at your feet again for you to take those words back.

But he couldn’t, it made him a little happier to know that there is something he can build off of, still as he finally was able to drag himself out from your room after putting on the facade of countenance , he felt the need to release all his pent up emotions out. He wanted to cry till his tear ducts stopped working, sob till his throat felt raw. But he couldn’t get himself to do it, his body simply wouldn’t let him, refusing to undo all of his years hiding his emotions more than he’s already done in your room, you're the only one who could make him feel again. What was that book his class started reading last week?

He felt like he had no mouth, and he had to scream.

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[redxwater]

Waiting Room (Chapter 2)

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

(Content warning : this chapter contains bad eating habits, depression.)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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Leon doesn’t really like to make dinner himself. You on the other hand? Love this kitchen.

It’s small but practical.

You also study music, just like Leon does. but your cooking skills definitely come in handy.

After finishing off the last few boxes you had to unpack the next morning you decide to make some breakfast.

You’re not a morning person, but you were exited for the first week at college.

You decide to be nice and make your roommate some breakfast too. You knock on his door and he groans “what?” He says with a very annoyed tone. “I have breakfast left over for you” you say and open the door a bit.

“I don’t eat breakfast” he mumbles. “Oh, okay. Well classes start in 10 minutes you should get up.” You smile trying to help a bit. The blonde guy stands up from his bed all of a sudden. “Don’t involve yourself in my way of living, and don’t bother me” he says while walking over to the door in a harsh tone. After his scold he slams his door shut just hard enough to make you flinch slightly. You stand there in slight awe before just walking out the door.

Leon put on his clothes for the day and went to lay in bed for a few minutes more. He was gonna have a bad day and he knew it. He was tired, and overall just meh. He eventually got out the bed and went to his class.

“Okay so, who here sings or likes theatre or musical songs?” The professor asks curiously. Leon was unaware of the fact you were in that same class as him now. He didn’t think you studied music, but it’s not like he really thought about it.

Leon zoned out fully during the question, so when the professor snapped his fingers in front of him and calls out his name he flinches. “Mr Kennedy, are you paying attention?” He asks. “What? Yeah I’m sorry..” he shakes his head and sits up again. “If you think this is boring, i suggest you pick another major.” The professor says with a harsh tone. “No, no i’m just tired. Should have gone to bed earlier sorry” you see Leon in a vulnerable light right now. Which was completely different from this morning.

Leon isn’t really intimidated by anyone except professors. But somehow he always manages to get out of all his classes with just a warning. “Yes, you should have” the professor answers again and goes on with the history of theatre and musicals.

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“Uhm, yeah but do you want me to stay thanksgiving and Christmas?” Leon asks his best friend over the phone. “We don’t mind, maybe Christmas is better cause you got more time?” Claire’s voice sounds on speaker “Yeah Christmas is better, but i don’t like spending thanksgiving alone” he talks softly while cleaning the kitchen up a bit. “We can do thanksgiving then, maybe Christmas too” she speaks loudly as she walks in another room quickly. A second later she’s back. “Yeah sure, i’ll see you soon. Miss you!” Leon speaks up before hanging up. He goes into his room and starts on his homework, completely ignoring the fact he has a roommate who’s playing guitar on her room with the door open.

The blonde guy puts his headphones on and starts some studying after that, he takes a little nap on his bed with his door open. Your guitar strings ringing in a rhythm from a small distance helped him a bit, though he doesn’t know that himself.

Around 1 am he wakes up by your feet shuffling around the floor and some coughs. He slowly rubs his eyes and sits up to look at the light out of his door your shadow moves around to grab a glass of water, he hears silent shaky breaths and gets out of bed to grab some water and see what’s going on. He’s just a curious guy, he doesn’t know you. And you’re pretty sure he doesn’t wanna.

“Hey” he says in a tired voice. Raspy and soft. “You okay?” Leon speaks and grabs a glass and fills it with water. “What?” You try to compose yourself. Trying to not let your breaths get to erratic “I heard you- i mean i wasn’t listening i just picked up the shaky breaths and coughs..” he takes a sip of water. He doesn’t want people to end up like him, feeling shitty every day, all day. “Why do you care…?” You ask with a confused look on your face. “Don’t know..” he says and turns around. “I’ll be fine, but thanks for asking” i smile softly and take a big sip of my water before filling it again. “Right, of course” he says and shuts his bedroom door.

In his head, every time he tried to care it ends up wasted. It’s not true, you just don’t get why he’s nice now. Maybe he’s just not a morning person?

The next day you decide to skip breakfast, feeling shitty about what happened last night, you just pictured college a lot different. Especially your roommate.

Today you barely pay attention to the classes, and even guitar isn’t going well. You sit in your room after classes are done, the day seemed so long. Usually you’d play guitar to kill time, but it was like everything sounds out of tune. Fingers don’t know on which fret or which string they have to go, and your right hand doesn’t know what strumming pattern to follow.

Eventually Leon barges in, holding some new groceries. “You making dinner?” You speak up. “Oh, no. I can’t cook very well. Only pasta and stuff.” He replies loud enough for you to hear from the small kitchen. “Alright” you nod and continue trying to figure out your guitar block.

Eventually you put the guitar away and put your shoes on. “I’m gonna get some dinner, you need anything?” I ask opening the door, looking at Leon putting the groceries he got away. “Uhm, no thanks” he says, a but surprised by the question. You leave and decide to get some microwave burittos.

When you’re back you open the door and see Leon making some homework in his room with the door open and his headphones on like the other few days. “I got you a buritto if you want” you say, he doesn’t hear you so you put the burittos in the microwave and warm both up. After a few minutes you take them out and bring one to Leons room. You put it down on his desk next to his notes. He looks at the food and turns around. “What’s this?” He takes his headphones off. “Dinner” you say and turn back to face him. “Why?” Leon asks again with a confused look. “Because you need to eat?” You furrow your brows. Leon looks at you a bit strange. “Thanks” he says a bit hesitant. He doesn’t really get this treatment from anyone except Claire. You give him a tight smile and walk off to eat your own dinner.

After you finish you start a bit of homework and put on a movie on the tv in your room, before Leon approaches the doorframe looking tired. “Hey, thanks for the dinner…” he practically mumbles. “Oh, yeah no problem. Everything okay?” You ask him trying to be nice. He blinks slowly from exhaustion. “Yeah, just can’t sleep.” He leans against the doorway. “Oh, i’m sorry” you say and put your notes away a bit. “Can i do anything to help?” You add and sit at the edge of your bed facing Leon. “No, i just tend to feel guilty about things after i do them. So i just wanted to say sorry for being so worked up about the breakfast thing yesterday. I’m not used to people making or giving me things, so i just snap easily.” He tries to explain while picking at his nails. “No worries, if i can do something just let me know” you smile softly, hoping to help him. “I will, thanks for being so nice” Leon smiles for the first time since he’s been in college. “I try, now try to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You crawl into bed slowly and turn off the lights. “Yeah, see you.” He waves and shuts the door.

Well that was nice of him.. maybe he’s not that bad you let your thoughts run your mind.

The next morning you make 2 sandwiches and leave one on the counter. You don’t wanna bother Leon because of last time, but you hear him on the phone. You knock on his door twice and wait. “Yeah?” He says a bit annoyed. “Sorry, i have breakfast in the kitchen if you want some.” you say softly. “Is that your roommate?” A girl speaks through the phone on speaker. “Oh, yeah it is.” Leon speaks with a bit of hesitation again. “Can she hear me?” The girl over the phone speaks again. “Yeah i can” you say a bit louder. “Cool, i’m Claire. Leons friend” the girl, Claire says a bit louder. “Hi!” You introduce yourself with your name and smile a bit. “Yeah i know, thanks for making breakfast for him!” She says sincerely. “Yeah it’s not a big deal, anyway i gotta go now i’ll see you. Bye Claire, nice to meet you” you smile and wave to Leon before walking out the door.

Maybe it’s not that bad.

[allforone-appreciation]

A Look Into All For One's Daily Routine (PRE-potato)

7:00 AM - Rise and shine, for the world trembles at the mere thought of my awakening. 7:10 AM - Morning cuddles and kisses with my precious wife, Inko and indirectly praising her for surviving another night beside the most feared villain-turned-family-man. 7:45 AM – Wake my baby son up, then have a villainous breakfast, consisting of coffee, eggs, waffles, and a side of intimidation. 8:15 AM - Conduct a nefarious board meeting to discuss evil plans for the day. Check on my ‘side businesses’ and make sure I’m ‘making’ money. 9:00 AM - Meet with underworld contacts. Expand my influence and power. Remind them who’s boss. 10:00 AM - Time for some "me" time. Attend an appointment with my personal tailor to ensure my villainous attire strikes fear into the hearts of heroes. A scheduled manicure is included every Wednesday. 10:45AM - Wreak minor havoc upon the city. A villain's work is never done and sometimes the blond idiot stops by. It's all about balance, you see. 12:00 PM - Lunch break: Consume the souls of those who dare oppose me. Wine and steak are the usual. Depends on my mood. 12:30 PM: While I’m having lunch, I usually log into my social media and contribute to All Might hate pages. The villain subreddit is my go-to. Update my Demon King fanfiction while I’m at it. (This entry is completely satire) 1:00 PM - Plotting session: Strategize with Tomura on how to conquer the world then make Kurogiri do all the work and babysit him. 2:30 PM - Business calls. Time to collect those debts and remind people why they shouldn't cross me. A few well-placed threats should do the trick. 3:00 PM - Pick up some "unfortunate souls" from the streets. Gotta keep the operation running smoothly. While I’m at it, I’ll supervise the training of Tomura and young villains-in-training. 4:30 PM - Time to head home. Can't wait to see Inko and my beloved son, Izu-baby. 6:00 PM - Dinner with the family. Nothing beats Inko's cooking, except maybe her smile. 7:00 PM - Quality time with Izuku: Help him with his homework, impart wisdom about the ways of the world, and play hero-villain with him. 9:00 PM - Bedtime routine and tuck my cute son into bed. Goodnight, little one. Daddy's gonna (hopefully) kill All Might tomorrow. 9:30 PM - Quality time with Inko. Sometimes the best evil plots are hatched ‘between the sheets’. 11:00 PM - Prepare for bed: Ensure all evil plans are in motion for the following day and that my reign of terror will continue unabated. Sometimes a book about totalitarianism and tyranny with a glass a wine is included. 11:30 PM – Time for a goodnight sleep. I need my beauty sleep to maintain this dashing appearance. Tomorrow, the world will tremble at my might once again.

Note: Schedule subject to change depending on hero interference, unforeseen villainous schemes, 'business trips' and holidays/weekends.

Please tell me what you think I had so much fun making this 😂😂😂😂😂 I might make a POST-potato schedule. I love this man so much can you tell.

😂 I'm laughing because honestly this very much seems like his schedule. Doing both evil stuff while also being dad for one at the same time is how he rolls. Like awww he loves his famil- Wait he picking up ORPHANS AND PLANNING PEOPLE DEMISE?

LOL, I need more of a Day in the Life of a Demon Lord. Because this is great also seems Inko gets quite a bit of attention at night. Though we can already see he definitely not going to see All Might coming when he comes with a Detroit smash.

But man I love how casual he is about his appearance and his affection for his family being quite wholesome. While also still doing evil things, you anon get it.

[eijirousbestie]

YOUR ART MAJOR STORY WAS FIRE!! IM AN ART MAJOR AND WE HAD TO DO DETAILED PORTRAITS THIS MORNING AS AN ACTIVITY OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS AND ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS YOUR STORY 😭😭😭😭 anyway i had the vision of Y/N doing a portrait of bakugou for her class ❤️❤️❤️❤️

AHH THANK YOU SM hearing someone thought abt my story in their day to day life is actually insane so thank you for reading!! Love to see a fellow art major around here🤝🏽I hope this story is to your liking i tried my best😭<33

“Can I draw you?”

this is kinda long (I got too into it lol)

pulling at the heartstrings a bit here

he’s a willing participant???

unorganized dishes

golden hour

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Being an art student had its perks. For one thing you didn’t have “real” homework like other classes and you could spend majority of your time creating something new. In other cases, being an art student was dreadful, and today proved that to be true.

Walking into class and setting your bag down, you sit at your easel and scroll on your phone as your professor waits for other students to trickle in before he takes attendance. The sound of a chair scooting can be heard as your professor makes his presence known and calls role. He finishes and places his clipboard down, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm.

“Good morning guys! First things first, I just wanted to say you all did a great job at critique this past Tuesday. I was very impressed with the outcome of all your pieces. Now for those of you who have checked the class schedule, you’ll know we have our Portrait 1 assignment due at the end of next week. I’ll give further instructions and we’ll go ahead and get started on those today.” He grabs a stack of papers, assuming to be said detailed instructions for your next assignment. As soon as he hands you a copy, you skim through the premise of what you’re going to be doing.

Portrait 1 Assignment

1. Pick a subject you will be referencing to for your portrait. (No you cannot use a reference online. It has to be someone you can poke).

2. Arrange a time outside of class to meet with your subject to begin your sketch.

3. Pick a feature of your subject to enhance in your final drawing. You can add color, darken line weight or distort the feature you chose, but the rest of the portrait should be in the style of a sketch.

This drawing should be done on an 18x24 sheet of paper from your sketchbook and no smaller.

You internally cringe at the thought of having to snatch someone from campus to sit with you for hours just so you can draw them. You instantly begin to think of people you know who you can draw. You take your phone out and begin typing up a message to a friend of yours, asking when they’re free. Much to your dismay, they inform you that they have work directly after class all this week and won’t be able to help. You understand, but now you’ve got yourself stuck and you absolutely refuse to ask a stranger. For the remainder of the period, all you can do is mindlessly write a list of names and the pros and cons of their potential availability.

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Sitting in the living room after getting back to the dorms, you rest after having no success trying to recruit anyone to be your reference. The dorms are practically empty as everyone is out doing something. Working, training, shopping. Everything you don’t do. Essentially losing hope for the day, you resort to lounging on the couch. Cozy pajamas nearly lulling you to sleep. However before you can slip into the best nap of your life, clanging from the kitchen startles you awake. Whispered curses soon follow, ultimately giving away who caused the noise. Getting up from your oh so comfy spot, you make your way to the kitchen to investigate. Peeking a head in the doorway, you see a rather frazzled Bakugou picking up pots and pans that had fallen to the floor.

Looking at his bent form, you speak up. “You aight?” He picks up the last pot and places it on the counter before responding, fully facing you.

“I’m good. My bad if I woke you.” You give a shrug and lean your hip on the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.

“Nah you’re fine. Wasn’t fully knocked out anyway. What were you doing in here?”

“Reorganizing. For whatever reason, idiots around here can’t understand that stacking dishes causes shit to fall. Just proved my point too.” His eyes fall on the various pans on the counter he was in the process of arranging. You give a chuckle and move to help put them away.

“Say it louder for the people in the back.”

“Yeah well apparently they ‘don’t respond well to yelling.’ Whatever the fuck that means.” He nags as you both place each dish in their respective places.

“Gotta give em a glare or side eye to get the message across,” you joke.

“Shit only goes so far. But if looks could kill everybody here would be on their deathbed.”

“Jesus man, gruesome much?” You let out a heartier chuckle, actually entertained by his empty threats.

“S’called being self-aware.” He leans against the now empty counter and folds his arms across his chest. A silly thought crosses your mind. A glimpse of hope even. You decide to pursue it.

“Speaking of looks,” you start off tentatively, “I could really use yours if you’ll let me.”

He gives you a half-curious look, left eyebrow slightly raised as he side eyes you. “The hell’s that mean?”

You’re not sure whether it’s the desperation talking or the fact that you’re half asleep, but you immediately hit him with your dilemma.

“Well… can I draw you?” It seems like minutes that go by before he responds with a sharp click of his tongue.

“Lay off the drugs huh? Shit’s got you talkin outta your ass.”

“Bakugou please! I need a reference for an assignment and I’d really appreciate if you’d let me draw you. It won’t take long I swear I’m fast!” Your hands are clasped together as you ask for his cooperation.

“The hell’d you wanna draw me for? Plenty other people you could ask.”

You don’t have it in your heart to mention nobody else was available to help you. It’d be like blatantly telling him he was the last option and you don’t want to potentially upset him by saying that. It’s not necessarily true either, you just didn’t think he would be up for it in the first place so you didn’t want to bother him. He was your saving grace really, never the last option.

“Well you’ve got great eyes. And perfect eyebrows too. So it’s kinda hard not to want to draw you. But seriously, if you’ll let me, I’ll do my very best to capture the best parts of you. Please?” If you hadn’t known any better, you could’ve sworn you saw his hands clutch the counter in a death grip. He’s quiet for a moment. Two moments. Then he shakes his head in disbelief and his eyes sweep to look at anything else but you.

“Fine. Just don’t make me look like shit got me?” A light look of embarrassment covers his face. It’s endearing.

“I promise.” You smile a wide grin, relief relaxing your shoulders. “You mind if we get started tonight? I’m kinda behind as it is.”

He gives a nod and a hum in response. You tell him to stay put as you grab your sketchbook. He takes a seat on the couch and watches the slow sunset. It’s golden hour and the living room is filled with warm oranges and yellows as the sun is close to calling it a day. You come back, supplies in hand and before you can put your things down, you catch Bakugou as he gazes out of the window, the setting sun casting onto his face. With his hand propped under his chin, he looks ethereal. His red eyes now a vermilion as the rays reflect on them. It highlights his jawline, casting shadows that make the edges prominent. His hair aglow in the light, tufts of blonde now appearing marigold. You don’t realize how silly you must look staring at him until his eyes flicker to your frozen form. His gravelly voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Got your stuff?” He doesn’t move from his spot as he asks. You gather your bearings and nod.

“Yeah uh I got everything I need. We can start now if you’re ready?” You walk over to the couch where he sits, setting up your easel right in front of him.

“Mmh go ahead. Is there a certain way you wanna do this or?”

“No no what you’re doing now is fine. It’s actually better if you’re comfortable. We might be here a while, but let me know when you need a break.” He gives a nod of approval and you’re off, hands sketching and eyes darting back and forth between easel and subject. Soft scratching noises from graphite on paper filled the silence. By this point you were detailing the features of his hand holding up his face. Neat nail beds and cleanly trimmed. Bruised and scarred knuckles from countless hours of training. A strong neck that connected to an even stronger jaw, probably chiseled by the gods themselves.

You’d be lying to yourself if you thought drawing him would be a chore. It was actually enjoyable. There was no need for trivial conversation. Just you sitting there, drawing him as he let you. Him trusting you to capture his very being with only a pencil. It was a beautiful experience and you couldn’t be more grateful that you both were a part of it.

[julysn]

random kyle headcanons

(these r my hcs + only one is nsfw)

ship: kyle broflovski x reader

general warnings: hi

other notes: this is such a mess

a/n: this is me using the hours of sp i binged during the summer to good use

FOR SOME FUCKING REASON I THREW IN UNWIND AU. AND GENSHIN AU SOMEONE HELP ME.. Me when i combine all of my fixations.

anyways if ur curious about those.. check their wikis

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ high school hcs ✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ .ᐟ

✶ ࣪˖࿐ he's the kid thats super smart and kinda quiet and no one wants to mess w him except cartman. sosososo helpful and kids are always asking him for help on assignments

✶ ࣪˖࿐ GOOD FIGHTER.

✶ ࣪˖࿐ his idea of rizz is helping his crush with picking up their books and helping them out with homework

✶ ࣪˖࿐ all the teachers adore him so he can get away with skipping class and using his phone whenever he feels like it. it’s actually kinda rare to see him on his phone in class or skipping but it’s mostly bc of the boys 🤷‍♂️

✶ ࣪˖࿐ basketball team captain + he’s one of the best players in the school.

✶ ࣪˖࿐ one time cartman made fun of kyle and said "tolkien shouldve been captain bc hes black and ur just a stupid jew" during basketball practice and kyle "accidentally" shot a ball at his face. he didn’t get in trouble bc the teachers were like “oh cartmans prob lying” LMAOO

✶ ࣪˖࿐ he would buy u girl scout cookies,. he would only buy ur favorites and make stan and kenny sneak them into ur backpack during passing period.

✶ ࣪˖࿐ when he has a crush on u.. you will somehow be brought up in conversations w his friends. whenever he’s changing in the boys locker room he always finds a way to mention you to stan and kenny. meanwhile cartmans like “who cares” but kyle will talk about u a LOt!

✶ ࣪˖࿐ when u got assigned to sit next to him, he’s always helping you out (bf material) (i love him)

✶ ࣪˖࿐ passes notes to u to make sure u understand the subject. they read like “hey, you understand what to do, right?” or “you know what we’re learning about, right?”

✶ ࣪˖࿐ 100% mews during class. thats why hes so quiet. he doesn’t put his hand up for questions bc hes mewing!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ ur husband + baby daddy hcs ✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ .ᐟ

sorry amab fans.. HERES A UTERUS (and tits) LMAO

✶ ࣪˖࿐ whenever the baby wakes u up in the middle of the night hes like "no. GO BACK TO SLEEp" and goes to comfort the baby for twenty minutes while u drift off

✶ ࣪˖࿐ HES SUCH A GOOD DAD UGH

✶ ࣪˖࿐ sometimes he wants more kids bc of how sweet u are. like he’ll see you playing with the kids and his mind will wander off to how it’d be if you were pregnant again

✶ ࣪˖࿐ you were insecure about your breasts getting bigger and heavier and he reassured u and said he would love u no matter what (even if u were a worm aahhaahhha..)

✶ ࣪˖࿐ “sweetheart do you want me to pick up the kids from school? i’ll buy us food”

✶ ࣪˖࿐ SO DAMN SWEET

✶ ࣪˖࿐ ur kids are now 12 and 13 years old. and one day kyle got kenny to babysit them. lets just say when u came home they were saying not very pg things LMAOO

✶ ࣪˖࿐ whenever he helps the kids with their homework he pulls out his reading glasses and they’re low on his nose and you find it SO cute.

✶ ࣪˖࿐ he wakes up before u because his shift starts earlier, and whenever u wake up there’s always a hot shot of espresso waiting for u

✶ ࣪˖࿐ typa dad to be chill and lenient but whenever hes mad at the kids… dear lord !

✶ ࣪˖࿐ whenever ur stressed from the kids or work, he always prepares a relaxing and hot bath for you. and he goes all out. dimmed lights, lit candles, rose petals everywhere, a perfect bubble bath with your favorite scents. you can tell he’s obsessed + in love and hes not afraid to show it

✶ ࣪˖࿐ affectionate and sweet. he will do anything for u. he cooks dinner for u. he makes coffee in the morning for u. he takes the kids out so u can have a break. you’re his one and only

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ genshin au hcs ✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ .ᐟ

✶ ࣪˖࿐ either dendro or geo vision. i dunno

✶ ࣪˖࿐ polearm or sword user 😜

✶ ࣪˖࿐ I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD BE FROM FONTAINE OR SNEZHNAYA IDK THO

✶ ࣪˖࿐ would either hate the fatui or b one of the harbingers

✶ ࣪˖࿐ are we seeing the vision guys

✶ ࣪˖࿐ got put into the slammer/fortress of meropide and didn't know how to use credit coupons so he accidentally gave all of them to someone (and was really mad after he found out what credit coupons were)

✶ ࣪˖࿐ you’re a receptionist at the fortress. and when u first met kyle he tried flirting w u (his rizz was absolutely horrible AT THE Start) and u were like “stop. stop holding up the line mr. broflovski” and he said “of course not, mrs broflovski” and shot u a cheeky wink (hes using his redhead jewish rizz)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ unwind au hcs ✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ .ᐟ

this is a mess. i'm sorry.

✶ ࣪˖࿐ he 100% tried to pull the akron awol/connor lassiter shooting a juvey-cop with his own tranq gun move. (it probably worked)

✶ ࣪˖࿐ omg. scenario where you guys find out u both are getting unwound so u both kick awol and go to a safe house and he acts slightly possessive and jealous of u because he doesn’t wanna lose u 💘💘

✶ ࣪˖࿐ he would ABSOLUTELY hate hayden when they first meet. but they would be friends later on. this is canon bc i said so and i am always 100% true (not clickbait)

✶ ࣪˖࿐ you guys def met at the graveyard and he was head over heels for u. like head flew away from yo heels. he saw u in the crowd when the admiral was giving his speech and kyle went BRIGHT RED

✶ ࣪˖࿐ the both of u are at the graveyard. and ur a medic. and kyle purposely gets bruises or tiny, practically painless cuts so he can visit and be like "hi y/n 😓😣 can u take care of me it hurts" BOY ITS JUST A LITTLE CUT! but u care about him so u do it anyway. he’s always blushing a little whenever you take care of him and u always shoot him glares which he finds to be super endearing

✶ ࣪˖࿐ les by childish gambino plays in ur head as the two of u meet in a harvest camp bathroom and he says "i love u." and then kisses u deeply. and then he says "if we get unwound i hope our parts end up on the same body" and u shed a tear

✶ ࣪˖࿐ THIS IS SORTA ANGSTY. OKAY. kyle gets unwound and while the procedure is happening all he can think about is u. like he’s sad he didn’t get to confess to you before they took him away and he wishes he told u how much u mean to him before he was dragged away to a harvest camp

✶ ࣪˖࿐ nsfw: when y’all were at the graveyard, u guys had sex in one of the jets while it was empty. best decision of ur life

✶ ࣪˖࿐ OMG TITHE KYLE. TITHE KYLE. HES A TITHE hear me out guys hear me out,..

✶ ࣪˖࿐ he would be the #1 radio free hayden fan (canon) (real) (i said so) (guys its real)

✶ ࣪˖࿐ him stan and kenny escaped a harvest camp and beat up the guards that chased them and they became literal legends

✶ ࣪˖࿐ harvest camp. and every time he sees u he gives u a kiss on the cheek when the staff aren’t looking.

✶ ࣪˖࿐ he wants to be affectionate w u SO BAD whenever u guys are at a harvest camp he can’t stop sneaking glances at you. and whenever he hears ur name get mentioned he immediately starts eavesdropping

✶ ࣪˖࿐ OMG OLAY I GOT ONE you guys met in sonia’s basement and it got cold at night so he let you sleep in his arms for warmth. and it was so cute. like you sat next to him and it was cold so you guys hugged and fell asleep (the other kids were jealous)

[sourholland]

teardrops on my guitar || jack hughes

making the bold choice of writing a fic for every song on debut by taylor swift, i’ll do it sporadically and for different people as well!! once i finish debut, we will see if i’m feeling fearless tv ☺️ ambitious, believe me I KNOW. anyways send requests

this is dedicated to @folklorelvr333 —tomg is her fave song on debut and jack is her fave guy (appreciate this bc i had to learn jack hughes LORE for this)

debut masterlist

Jack had moved to Michigan during his last years of high school to further his career in hockey and to try to secure his spot as a draft pick. When he started playing for the U.S. NTDP, he attended Plymouth-Canton Educational Park when he wasn’t on the rink. There, he met you.

Jack hadn’t ever claimed to be good with girls, not really. He liked you, though. He liked you a lot. He remembered being paired up with you in lab during his first week. He thought he’d made his interest incredibly obvious. That was, if his pink cheeks and clammy hands weren’t a telltale sign of his trying to flirt with you. Mistakenly, he’d realized he’d done just about the exact opposite. He’d made himself out to be a best friend to you, a shoulder to lean on.

It wasn’t like the NTPD staff had really given him the choice of having a girlfriend, they’d actually discouraged it more than anything. He was on an extremely strict schedule, right down to the time he should be in bed every night.

“So you’ve pretty much got it all laid out for you then?” You’d asked him at lunch one day, sitting across from each other and picking at your food.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” He laughed, confused.

“I just mean—I don’t know, you’re seventeen years old, Jack. You’re always here or at the rink. I get it and everything, like you’re going to go pro and stuff. I just wonder sometimes if you ever do anything for you, you know?”

Jack’s lips formed a thin line, inhaling deeply as he thought about your words. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand where you were coming from, it was just all he’d ever really known. His parents had him on the ice before he was two years old. He’s eat, slept, and breathed hockey his entire life.

“I do all this for me,” he finally said. “I want this.”

“Come on,” you huffed, teasingly. “You’re telling me you never think about going out and partying? Or like, I don’t know, having a girlfriend?”

His face flushed almost instantaneously, trying to avert his gaze to anything but you. Of course he though about having a girlfriend. He thought about it every time you’d call him after practice to talk about homework. He thought about it each morning when he pulled up in front of your house and you climbed into his passenger seat, laying your hands on his forearm to tell him whatever girl drama you’d found out the night before.

“No, I guess I don’t really think about it much.”

“Bullshit,” you chided. “If that’s true, do you think you have erectile dysfunction or something? Like a hormonal imbalance?”

“What the fuck?” He laughed, nearly spitting out his Gatorade. “No, I definitely don’t have—”

“You’re blushing!” You cut him off, smiling ear-to-ear.

Jack cherished your time together in school; he rarely had a free moment outside of classes that he wasn’t playing hockey. He always felt horrible declining your offers to hang out, but he genuinely couldn’t find a free moment.

A part of him feels this is to blame for your relationship never progressing further. He thought you’d maybe felt something more than platonic feelings for him at one point, but who wants some guy who is too cool for any school functions and can’t see you on weekends because of practice or tournaments. Although, he’d never been honest with you about his feelings either.

It was only a matter of time before you moved forward with your life, leaving him to wonder what could’ve been.

Jack wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting every time you’d bring a new guy up, what might’ve taken the cake was when you’d brought one to a hockey game of his. It was like one of those movie moments, Jack thought at practice the next day. He’d seen you in the stands, face lighting up, only to notice the guy beside you with his arm around you.

He wanted to hate the kid, too. Only then did he realize how jealous he truly was. He was heartbroken over a girl he’d never even dated. How was that even possible, Jack would wonder as he stared up at the ceiling in bed.

He could’ve told you, could’ve been honest about how he felt about you. Who knows what would’ve happened, but at least you’d have known. It was too late, he saw how happy you were and had to match your expression with fake smiles and words of encouragement laced with frustration and envy.

Jack tried not to hate himself for how he’d let the situation play out, but he truly couldn’t.

You’d fall in love, and he’d watch. And there was nothing he could do about it.

[hauntedrain]

Midnight rain | Remus Lupin x Slytherin! Reader|

Prompt/inspo:” Midnight rain” by Taylor Swift. Maybe a bit of “you're losing me”.

A/N: Maybe I’ll make part 2? First official fic I’ve written so might not be the best. Not edited.

Warnings: Some cussing (very little), first person POV, once again not edited, so bad grammar and potentially bad spelling. A little bit of out of character Remus and a bit of angst?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Why are you doing this? Com’n… did I do something?”

I could smell burnt wood and chocolate off of him, he wrapped his arms around me as I continued to do my homework. Homework that I desperately needed to finish.

“No, I just need to get this done Remus. Give me a minute.” I say, I get up and out of his arms, to walk over to my bookshelf looking for a book for transfigurations.

“Give it a break Y/N.” I looked at him for the first time tonight. His hair was a bit of a mess, he also looked tired, and you could see his eyes were a bit sleepy. He was in a sweater that Sirius gave him last year for Christmas and baggy jeans, something we could only wear on the weekends of hogwarts. “You’ve been studying 24/7, I haven’t talk to you in fucking days. And if we have talked all you do is reply with one word responses.”

“Remus. I’m trying to finish this. I’m just busy, I have things to do.” I say in a bit of a snappy voice. I just needed to get this homework done so I could get the rest of the weekend and following week off. But it was difficult chasing that outcome when you were constantly bombarded with requests from others.

“You’ve been busy ignoring me. Just stop for a few hours. Come sit with me, play chess with me, something!” He exclaimed, he looked hurt, his hands were in slight fists, not in a mad way but a desperate way.

“Like I said, I need to finish this. I’ll be done in a bit, just give me a minute. Just because you have everything done and set doesn’t mean I do! Just please Remmy. Give me a bit.”

He looked at me with desperate eyes but then slightly turned away to pick up the stuff he put on the desk. “Fine. I’ll see you… I’ll see you when you’re finally done.” He looked at me one last time and then went out the door without another word.

I put the book back on the shelf and walked over to my desk, I had a bit more pages to go and then I’ll be done. I’ll talk to him tomorrow if I end up finishing by tonight.

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“Did you finish the homework for transfigurations?” Severus asked me as we walked to breakfast.

“Yea, I got it done last night. Did you do the potions homework?” I asked as we walked into the great hall, we went directly to the Slytherin table where Regulus and his friends sat.

“No, it’s not due until Friday. Did you finish it?” Severus asked, he smiled at me and continued. “I don’t even think I have to ask, do I?” He started to put toast and eggs on his plate as he talked.

“Of course. It’s better to get it done than wait. Hi Regulus.” I replied to Severus before acknowledging Regulus.

“Hi miss overachiever. How’s your guy’s morning?” Regulus asked, he looked between Sevurus and I. I laughed slightly before replying,

“My morning is nice so far, do you guys have any plans today? I need to go to Hogsmeade later so I can pick up a new book and quill, would you guys like to join me?” I asked, I finished my toast and eggs so I started to get up. I was waiting for them to reply but then I felt a tap on my shoulder that followed with a greeting. Turning around I was faced with Remus. “Oh. Hi.” I saw smiling a bit. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before pulling back. “Do you need anything?”

“I wanted to talk to you, can you come to the hall with me? Just for a bit.” He said pulling my hand a bit so I could move with him out of the great hall.

“Uh, yea sure.” We walk out of the great hall into the side corridors, it’s pretty cold in them due to it being mid winter.. “What do you need to talk about?” I ask as we face each other.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go to dinner with me tonight,” He asked “I’m sorry for getting mad last night, I know you want to finish those things but sometimes I miss you. So will you go to dinner with me?”

I smiled before replying, “of course. And you don’t need to be sorry, I know I work a lot but I need to finish and do things like that.” I say pulling him closer. I smile up at him before giving him an actual kiss this time. I could feel him smile into the kiss as he put his hand on my waist.

This isn't something we do a lot, especially in public, people have and are very reluctant on a Slytherin and Gryffindor dating. It was hard to get both of our friends to fully accept but overall now it’s fine. But we still take precautions which means little to no PDA In Public. “I’ll see you tonight then? I can get you at 6:35?.”

“Yes Mr. Lupin. 6:35 is fine.” I say before walking away back into the great hall so Regulus, Severus and I can go to hogsmeade.

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During dinner with Remus ~

“Well I mean I don’t know… maybe just go with the flow? Settle down?” Remus said he was in an old band tee that fit him oversized. We sat in a slightly dim ThreeBroomSticks while eating dinner.

“Settle down? Like…” I said kinda surprised, we talked about life in the future before, getting married and having kids. But I thought we would wait, not something right after hogwarts. I had plans and dreams to chase, I wanted to be known, and known in a good way and not in a bad way.

“Yea, settle down. Do you not want that? I thought you did.” He said he titled his head looking a bit sad and worried. He put down his fork and looked at me with his full attention.

“Yeah I did… but like right after hogwarts? Don’t you think that’s too soon? I want to travel and work, I just think we should wait.” I said slightly confused.

“Why wait? James and Lily are doing the same, and I bet they’ll still travel and work.” He wasn’t mad when he said this, but I could tell he was slightly offended. He pulled back his body so he would lean back onto the booth chair and crossed his arms. His face was slightly hurt but more so confused.

“But that’s James and Lily. They’ve said it over and over again that they don’t have anything big, they don’t have any big goals or dreams they want to complete. I want to and need to go after my goals, I don’t wanna settle down just like that, Remus. I want to make a name for myself.” I exclaimed. For me it was clear, I had goals and priorities, I wanted to work and do something meaningful for my life, I wanted to have a life that didn't revolve around a husband and kids. I didn’t wanna be a stay at home wife or a stay at home mom, I wanted something more, I wanted to chase that fame to make myself a name.

“It’s always about the fame for you isn’t it? Why do you need to be known far and wide? Those people won’t know you for who you are, I do. We talked about this, do you really not want this? Or that? Any of what we discussed?” He said, this time it was with anger however not loud, no one was really in here with us besides the servers and the bartenders so it wasn’t causing a scene.

“I want something for myself! Why is that so foreign? It’s not like I don’t want the stuff we discussed, I just assumed that we would wait a bit.”

“Y/N. Answer me honestly. If I were to ask you right now, if you wanted to marry me, would you say no?”

Once again I was surprised. I didn’t expect him to ask that. He looked at me with curious hurt eyes, it wasn’t something you see often from Remus. He was quiet and more closed off, so emotions vivid from his eyes weren't a very often thing to see. Nonetheless I didn’t know what to say, I knew what I wanted with my life but I didn’t want to throw his “proposal” away like nothing. Everytime I wanted to say something it didn’t sound right, or it didn’t come out. Eventually after opening my mouth slightly and then closing it once again Remus scoffed.

“Say something Y/N, choose something! Come on… really?” He said desperately. He looked at me as if I just killed him after I didn’t respond. He ran his hand through his hair before he got up and walked out, he didn’t look back once. He left.

I sat there confused on what to do. Does this mean we’re done and over? Did I just ruin everything? Did I lose the love of my life or was it not going to work? Was I crazy to want a name for myself?

I got up and paid, and I started to walk out the door. It was late, extremely late. I opened the door and it was raining. Midnight rain.

[hanidrafts]

HIGH ACHIEVER

HIGH ACHIEVER

pairings: f!reader x miya atsumu 

! lowercase intended !

WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety

THERE YOU SAT IN FRONT OF YOUR SCREEN. you’ve been working on this essay for hours but for some reason you just can’t focus. the brightness blinding your eyes as you blink rapidly. you look at the time, it was almost three in the morning. shit you thought to yourself, spending all this time writing made you forget about your other duties. you still had to clean before your mother got back the next morning, you still had homework to be done from the school day. usually, you were on top of things like this. but today, there were just extra things floating around her mind. ‘ if i don’t pass this i’ll be a disappointment ‘ , ‘ how is tsumu going to date a girl that can’t even finish writing an essay ‘ , ‘ my moms gonna beat my ass when she gets back ‘ 

just like that, your thinking had got the best of you. you fingers started feeling tingly, the room felt too hot, your thoughts were too loud. your head lays into the palms of hands  as you sit at your desk hyperventilating. “ just breath, just breath. “ you whisper to yourself. your hand started to reach for your phone as you call the contact under “ tsumu <3 “ the other line picked up as you could hear a tired atsumu say, “ hello?- “ he heard your pants and sobs through the call, “ hey,hey, y/n breath for me okay? i’m on my way right now. “ he said as you heard him leave his home. your voice couldn’t even make out any words. atsumu knew about your anxiety, your panic attacks have only happened a few times in the span of your relationship. atsumu knew what to do though, his twin used to have the same anxieties.

you heard your front door open and atsumu rushed inside your room. he was greeted with you sitting on your desk chair with your hands on your face. he walked up to you and crouched down a bit to the chair so he didn’t look intimidating to you. “ y/n just breath with me okay, inhale… “ he demonstrated. “ now exhale. “ he did breaths with you until your breathing was steadier than before. his heart always broke at the sight of you being so vulnerable in a position like this. “ oh y/n.. “ he pulled you into a tight embrace, “ sweetheart, you’ve got to stop overworking yourself. “ he stroked your hair as you had started to calm down more. “ tsumu if i don’t get this work done my moms going to be so disappointed “ you said with a shaky voice. “ y/n, your the smartest person i know. your going to ace this essay, i know it. you still have what- two days before its due? that’s enough time my love. just take it step by step. “ he said, wiping the tears off of your face.

a few minutes passed of comfortable silence as you had calmed down. you two were now on the bed as your head was currently resting in the crook of atsumus neck and his arms were wrapped around you. “ thank you tsumu, i seriously don’t know what i would do without you. “ you looked up at him. “ of course sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me. all apart of my job. “ he said as he gave your forehead a small peck while you fell asleep in his arms.

a/n

kinda mid