#little too personal but like its how I feel?

[littlelamy]

heyy. could u do a rafe x reader but reader is lowkey a rlly awkward person. and its like their first time meeting and shes slipping up with her words, talking to fast. n rafe just thinks reader is literally so adorable for that 😭😭

you don’t know why you’re nervous. well, actually, you do. it’s because rafe cameron is standing in front of you, looking unfairly good, and you’re about to have an actual conversation with him.

which would be fine, totally fine, if your brain wasn’t currently short-circuiting.

“hey,” rafe says, flashing you a grin, and suddenly your ability to function like a normal human being is gone.

“hi—hey—uh, hi,” you blurt out, all in one breath, and immediately want to die.

rafe just chuckles, tilting his head slightly as he watches you, amused. “which one is it?”

“what?”

“is it hey or hi?” he teases, eyes twinkling with something playful, and god, why does he have to be so effortlessly charming?

“uh—both? neither? i mean, i don’t know? sorry, i—” you stop yourself, realizing you’re already talking too fast, words tumbling out before your brain can catch up.

rafe doesn’t seem to mind, though. if anything, he looks even more entertained, leaning against the wall like he’s perfectly content just watching you spiral. “you’re cute.”

your brain immediately malfunctions. “what? no, i mean—thank you? i think? wait, no, i—”

he laughs, like a full, actual laugh, and somehow, that just makes you more flustered.

“relax, i’m not messing with you,” he says, shaking his head, still grinning. “i just think it’s cute how you get all nervous.”

“i’m not nervous,” you say way too quickly, which absolutely does not help your case.

he raises an eyebrow, smirking. “oh yeah?”

“yeah,” you insist, even as you feel your face getting hotter by the second. “i’m totally normal. super normal. like, the most normal.”

rafe just looks at you, like he’s waiting for you to realize how ridiculous you sound, and yeah, okay, maybe you could’ve worded that better. but it’s too late now.

“the most normal, huh?” he echoes, clearly holding back another laugh. “i like it. you’re different.”

“different?”

“yeah,” he says, like it’s obvious. “in a good way. most people try so hard to impress me. you’re just… you.”

that makes you pause. for a second, you forget how to be flustered, blinking up at him, trying to figure out if he’s just saying that or if he actually means it.

he does. you can tell by the way he’s looking at you—soft, amused, like he could listen to you ramble all day and never get bored.

“so,” he says, leaning in just slightly, voice dropping a little lower. “are you gonna let me take you out, or are you gonna keep pretending you don’t wanna say yes?”

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[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

I'ma be real with y'all, I don't think America's massive size and the financial costs of travel are the biggest contributors to the attitudes we have here that make other countries go like

the provincial thing is honestly a fair statement, in the same vein as holding americans who voted for trump accountable - there are bigger reasons for both, but that doesn't minimize how much a lot of americans cultivate and maintain their ignorance to feel more comfortable.

I'd say more legitimate things to mention when talking about american's very self-centric attitudes towards global happenings are things like: the US media deliberately keeps up the image of the United States as a strong, independent world power who don't need no allies, aka the fact that when other countries send us aid in natural disasters or other Big Uh-Ohs, it generally isn't reported by large news outlets. I never knew for years that multiple people, both individuals and organized efforts by various other countries, would send aid to the US when we'd be hit by big hurricanes, fires, and other bad shit

the other day a coworker and I were talking about the recent swan-dive of relations between america and canada and they scoffed at the notion that canada has a military too, and that they also participated in conflicts like the mess in the middle east after 9/11 - But I can't disdain my coworker that much, cuz I didn't know this either until very recently. I'll bet you most americans don't know about the Article 5 collective defense clause NATO has, which was only ever invoked once, on America's behalf after the 9/11 attack, and had multiple countries sending troops to Afghanistan alongside US forces. Canada specifically sent out over 40 thousand. the US as an entity does nOT like to acknowledge when foreign aid has been helpful, and just that kind of 'we pretend we do not see it' attitude does a lot of quiet heavy lifting to influence american attitudes towards the international community.

Additionally, although its more common now than it has been in the past for americans to watch movies and tv from overseas, I'd guess most americans still mostly only watch media centered around american culture, or at least western, english-speaking media (Harry Potter and the Sherlock series are two non-american examples). Now, that's a little weird, considering how much of our media is marketed and consumed around the globe. the US has a LOT of soft power, but we don't import fiction from other places at nearly the same rate. So you end up with this weird correlation between a lot of folks overseas having some idea of american culture while the americans in question have very little exposure or knowledge of anybody else's culture

i mean I've come across quite a few pointed threads or comments online from people overseas about how entitled and aggravating american tourists can be, and I think this is part of why: americans are deliberately presented with a POV that centers them, while not addressing the interconnectedness of modern life in a first world country, and a lot of folks just don't have the curiosity or feel a need to investigate that. add to that the fact that america doesn't really push learning second languages in schools, and many americans won't ever travel overseas, AND that we only share borders with 2 other nations so we don't get a lot of land-based travel from other countries like you see in europe, and its not really all that shocking that the american people don't really grasp how the US fits in to international politics and going-ons

none of this is an excuse. honestly I think the best you can hope for from some americans if you call us out for this is a "well I never actually thought about it all", which is a pretty lackluster defense (i mean, all the moments for me personally where I went "what was i thinkin- oh wait I didn't think" have NOT been my finest), and unfortunately for a fair portion of people, there's a dependence on this worldview and a resulting emotional backlash when its challenged. Basically when a population is propagandized as much as the US is, realistically you don't get a bunch of doe-eyed innocents who mean well but don't know any better, you get a population with a high percentage of people who hold onto said propagandized image as part of their identity and act like ASSHOLES to any info that doesn't fit what they've already been told

its not that the americans you think of when you imagine the ignorant, entitled americans couldn't do/be better - its that people WON'T try to be doing better than they currently are if they believe 'better' is what's in front of them right now so there's no need to improve it

[slytherinshua]

໑　 KISSES WITH TXT 　 ( 투모로우바이투게더 )

genre fluff , headcanons , txt x reader   cw kissing (obv) , not proofread and prob a bit messy   wc 806   request no   note still in my txt feels BAD like its not okay im so tired i love them   net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet

CHOI YEONJUN 彡 최연준

he’s so smooth with his kisses

almost too smooth

he’ll come up behind you with an arm around your waist and spin you around to press a quick kiss to your lips

and then he’ll leave you dazed and wanting more but he’s already walking off with a cute little smirk on his face

or he’ll interrupt your sentence with a kiss making you forget what you were talking about in the first place

he always catches you off guard but it leaves your heart fluttering 

other times his kisses are slow and passionate

he loves taking his time to savour the feeling

he’s almost too desperate sometimes, kissing you like it's the last time he’ll ever get the chance to

which is wrong because he kisses you all the time

but he just can’t help losing himself in you

kisses are used to celebrate, to commemorate, or to apologize 

it's his way of communicating, of teasing, of acknowledging— the way yeonjun kisses you speaks a million words

CHOI SOOBIN 彡 최수빈

there’s nothing softer than soobin’s kisses 

his lips are just so perfect that even when the kiss is rushed or a bit messy, you could hardly complain 

you love to kiss his neck because it will make him flustered and shy 

he’ll tell you to stop with his cheeks flushed, but he doesn’t really mean it 

when he talks too much and you can’t get a word in, kissing his cheek always gets his attention 

his brain pauses whenever you do cause he doesn’t expect to be kissed 

even though he should by now because you can never resist kissing his dimples 

if you can’t reach his lips, there are simple ways to get him to bend down enough 

a tap on his shoulder or gently grabbing his wrist will give him the silent signal that you want to kiss him 

and it has him smiling because he thinks you’re adorable every time you want him to lean down so you can initiate the kiss first 

CHOI BEOMGYU 彡 최범규

beomgyu always kisses you when you need it the most

his kisses are soothing and loving, healing whatever part of you that was hurting instantly

kisses away your tears when you’re crying and delicately presses his lips to any part of your body that was aching 

when the mood is light and playful, you like to tease him by not giving him any kisses while he begs for it

when he’s playing video games next to you, he’ll pucker his lips expectantly while his eyes stay glued to the screen

you act like you have no idea what he wants 

it drives him slightly crazy, but he also loves it

because it means once he’s finally had enough of not getting what he wants, he’ll tackle you and kiss you until you’re both breathless and your jaws hurt from smiling so much 

when you brush his hair back and give him forehead kisses, he practically melts into a puddle 

he adores your delicate soft kisses more than anything 

as a slow and patient lover, he cherishes the quiet moments with you the most

KANG TAEHYUN 彡 강태현

taehyun won’t ask for kisses out loud, but there’s always a pleading look in his eyes whenever he wants to be kissed

eyes shiny and observing you to see when you’ll notice that he’s desperate to get his lips on yours 

if he gets too impatient he will definitely tug on your arm or something to get your attention 

loves when you hold his face in your hands and run your thumb across his cheekbone or jawline 

he’ll turn his head to press a kiss to your palm and his smiles are breathtaking 

his kisses are so romantic with the perfect push and pull 

he always knows where to put his hands or how to guide you perfectly 

and when the time comes to break away from his lips, your heart always sinks a bit in your chest

because he has you addicted like nothing else 

HUENINGKAI 彡 휴닝카이

his kisses are soft and sometimes teasing 

hand kisses are some of his personal favourites

he’ll get down on one knee or bend down to kiss the back of your hand in the most chivalrous way possible just to see you giggle 

will also kiss your knuckles one by one while holding your hand in his

he loves when you run your hands through his hair while kissing him 

he’s addicted to the feeling and needs it like oxygen 

he’ll sigh in content and pull you closer because nothing could ever be more perfect than your lips on his and your hands in his hair

he loves to nuzzle his nose against yours too!

he’ll leave a trail of kisses across your face whilst breathless giggles escape his parted lips 

and delicate pecks to the apples of your cheeks or under your eyes are what follows

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[mononijikayu]

wildflower— nanami kento.

Your breath caught in your throat. “I—” “Do you have any idea how brilliant you are?” His voice was trembling now, thick with emotion. “You were always the smartest person in the room. You deserved to get out of here….to have everything you ever dreamed of. And instead… you stayed. You gave it all up. Why?” Tears burned the back of your eyes. “Because I didn’t have a choice, Kento.” “Yes, you did.” His voice cracked. “You could have told me. You could have called me. I would’ve—” “You would’ve what, Kento?” you choked. “Fixed my life for me? Paid my bills? Dragged me to Tokyo and pretended like I belonged in your world?” His jaw clenched. “You do belong in my world.”

GENRE: alternate universe - actor/s au!;

WARNING/S: afab! reader, use of she/her pronouns, romance, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt, love, fluff, humor, light-hearted, long-term relationship, marriage, loss, emotional distress, hatred, resentment, domestic, confessions, getting together, friends, slice of life, childhood friends, distress, cheating, falling out of love, toxic relationship, drama, depression, bitterness, grief, trauma, pregnancy, explicit birthing scene, illness, post-partum depression, bodily fluids, children, therapy, explicit depiction of birthing, depiction of bodily fluids, depiction of post-partum depression, mention of blood, mention of birthing, mention of bodily fluids, mention of depression, actor! nanami, housewife! reader;

WORD COUNT: 18k words

NOTE: this took a while and im a bit sick all the sudden but i realized i have to put this out so i just decided to go on and post this. anyway, i hope you enjoy this. ready the tissue for this, its a crier. i love you all so much <3

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the good life ― masterlist.

IT WAS HARD NOT TO KNOW WHAT EVERYTHING MEANS AFTER TWENTY YEARS OF MARRIAGE. After all that time, wouldn’t you know much about the person you were married to? This moment was not an exemption, of course. You were his wife, you knew everything about him. You just had to know.

So, as you stood there, looking at him, you knew that look. That look in Kento's caramel eyes as he’s putting on his suit. The quiet resignation. The practiced ease of sliding the tie around his neck, smoothing down his shirt, adjusting the cufflinks. Like a man preparing to go to war — except it isn’t war. It’s something worse. You knew that much.

You hum softly, curled up on the couch, and watch him from across the room. He doesn’t notice you at first, too focused on making himself presentable. Like it matters. Like any of it matters. You know where he’s going. You’ve always known.

It’s something you never said out loud, not in the past twenty years, not when the nights stretched long and lonely, not when his touch began to feel like an apology instead of love. You haven’t said a word, and he hasn’t either.

But you know all about it already.

There was no need for such words.

There was no need for anything else.

You know because when he turns around, there’s that smile all over again. That smile you fell in love with all those years ago. It was that loving, gentle smile. Strained by the weariness, the tired, and the painfully distant bitterness that dwelled over time on his face. 

And then besides that, he lies. 

He always has to know how to lie.

He was an actor by trade, after all.

"I’ll be home late, baby." he says like it means nothing, like it’s any other day. His voice doesn’t crack. His eyes don’t betray him. But you see it. You always do. And it kills you a little more each time. 

You know he loves you. It’s never been a question of love. It’s always been a question of truth. And the truth is, love doesn’t stop him from leaving. The truth is, love doesn’t make him stay. The truth is, he’s already gone before he’s out the door.

And sometimes you want to kill him for it. Even if you don’t want to, you think about it often. You think about wanting to just be angry and let yourself loose into the madness of it all. You wanted to go and have something for yourself. Even if that was a life, even if it was his life. After all that you had suffered and endured, don’t you deserve it? Don’t you deserve to take his life?

For the silence. For the way he pretends. For the way you let him. For the way you can’t bring yourself to break it all apart because maybe —just maybe— if you keep pretending, too, it’ll hurt less.

You don’t say a word when he leans down to kiss your temple as gently as he could, as lovingly as he could. You don’t flinch, you don’t cling. You don’t beg him to stay. You just hum again, quieter this time, and watch him leave like you have a hundred times before. 

And when the door closes behind him, the sound is deafening.

You stare at the door long after he's gone. Like if you watch long enough, he'll come back. Like if you sit still enough, you'll hear his footsteps retreating down the hallway. But silence is all that answers you. Silence, and the faint hum of the clock that ticks louder with every passing second.

Your hands twitch against your lap, curling into fists before releasing again. You wonder if tonight it'll be different, if he'll come home and tell you the truth. If he'll break, just once, and tell you what you already know. That there’s someone else. That his heart no longer belongs here, with you.

But it never happens. It’s never happened.

You get up after a while, wandering through the house like a ghost. You pass by the photos on the walls. The framed moments of happiness frozen in time. His smile in those pictures looks real. Like he didn’t know back then what would become of you both. You touch one of the frames, trailing your finger down his face. It feels cruel now, looking at those captured memories.

The bed feels colder when you climb in alone. You face his side, the sheets still perfectly made, undisturbed by the weight of his body. You press your face into his pillow, breathing him in. You think, for a fleeting second, that if you cry hard enough, he might feel it from wherever he is and come home.

But you don’t cry. You’ve already wasted too many nights crying. Instead, you just wait. 

Because that's all you know how to do now. Wait. And love him. And hate him a little, too.

THE STORY STARTS EVEN BEFORE THAT. You and Nanami Kento grew up together. Two kids from two very different worlds — he is filled with wealth and privilege, you were with struggle and scarcity. His parents lived in a grand, pristine house, while you lived in a cramped apartment that barely stayed warm in the winter.

His clothes were always crisp and clean, and yours were worn out and patched up. From the moment you realized just how different your lives were, you knew people like you didn’t belong in his world.

And the world didn’t hesitate to remind you of that. The neighborhood kids who ran in the same circles as Nanami never let you forget it. They whispered when you came around, made faces when you approached, and laughed when you walked away. 

“Why do you let her hang around you?” they’d ask him. “She doesn't fit in with us.” 

But Nanami Kento never wavered. Not once. Not ever.

“She’s my friend.” he’d say, firm and unwavering.

And that was all it took.

It didn’t matter if your shoes had holes or if your hands were rough from helping your family with chores. It didn’t matter that you didn’t have expensive toys or that you couldn’t bring lunch to school some days. 

Kento always shared this with you. He always liked making sure you were as full as him. So he would go and split his neatly packed bento in half and hand you the bigger portion without a second thought. 

You’d protest, of course, but he’d only shrug and say, “I wasn’t that hungry anyway.” 

You knew it was a lie.

Even back then, he always lied.

And he smiles all the same.

He always did that, giving without asking for anything in return, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And you valued him more than anything because of it. But what you didn’t realize was how deeply it had settled in your bones. The way you looked at him, the way you cherished him, the way you loved him.

It wasn’t like one day you just woke up and decided to love Nanami Kento. No, it was a gradual thing. Like the warmth of the sun slowly rising over the horizon. It happened on the days he’d sneak away from his house to find you playing in the dirt, unbothered by the stares of his so-called friends. 

It happened when he’d walk you home after school, insisting it was just on the way when it wasn’t. It happened when you were crying after your father came home drunk again, and Nanami held your hand quietly, letting you cry into his shoulder without a word.

It happened every time he chose you.

And because of that, because he never treated you like you were less than him, because he never made you feel like you didn’t belong — you fell in love with him. Quietly. Deeply. Hopelessly. Truthfully. 

But you never said a word about it. How could you?

You were still just you. You were unimportant, rough around the edges, struggling to keep your life from falling apart. And he was Nanami Kento, brighter than the sun itself. He was polished, brilliant, and destined for a life far better than the one you could ever give him. 

Loving him felt like holding sunlight in your hands. 

It was beautiful, but impossible to keep.

And so you stifled it, you swallowed it down. 

You smiled when he spoke of his future. Of traveling abroad, of making something of himself — and you ignored the ache in your chest. You told yourself it was enough to simply have him in your life, even if you could never have his heart. But deep down, you knew.

One day, he’d leave. 

He’d outgrow this town. 

He’d outgrow you. 

You’d be left where you always were. You would be standing in the shadow of his light, loving him from a distance. You knew that even if he leaves, even if he doesn’t stay. You would love him all the same.

WHEN THAT DAY CAME, YOU HADN’T EXPECTED IT. You were sixteen when Nanami Kento told you he was leaving. He had gotten accepted into a prestigious school overseas. One that would guarantee him a promising future. His parents were thrilled. His friends envied him. 

Everyone around him kept saying to him — You’ll do great things, Nanami. You’re destined for success.

But all you could hear was the sound of your own heart breaking. Yet you didn’t want it to be broken down out loud.  So, you decided to go and smile all about it. It was better this way, you think to yourself. He, after all, deserved better than you.

He found you later that evening, sitting on the rusted swing set in the small park where you two always met. You already knew what he was going to say. You could see it in his eyes — a mixture of excitement and guilt.

“I’m leaving.” he finally said, voice quiet. “I got accepted into a school in Denmark.”

You forced a smile, ignoring the lump in your throat. “That’s… that’s amazing, Kento. Really. I’m happy for you.”

But you weren’t. 

God, you weren’t.

“I’ll only be gone for a couple of years, you know.” he tried to reassure you. “I’ll visit during the holidays. And we can write letters—”

“Yeah, I know.” you cut him off, still smiling. “We’ll stay in touch. Like we used to.”

But deep down, you knew better. People like you didn’t get to stay in the lives of people like him. Nanami Kento was destined for bigger and better things, all these things that didn’t include you. And you hated yourself for thinking that way.

So instead of breaking down, instead of begging him to stay, you spent your remaining days together trying to memorize everything about him. The way his blond hair would fall over his forehead when he was deep in thought. 

The sound of his laugh when you said something ridiculous. The warmth of his hand whenever it brushed against yours. You burned it all into your memory, knowing it was the closest you’d ever get to having him. 

And then like the wind, that day came in a sudden push.

You didn’t cry when you said goodbye to him at the train station. 

You didn’t flinch when he pulled you into a tight hug and whispered, “I’ll see you soon.” 

You didn’t break down when you watched the train pull away, carrying him farther and farther from you. But that night, when you were alone in your bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling — you sobbed until your throat was raw. Because you knew.

You knew that he’s not coming back.

Maybe not intentionally, maybe he would write you a few letters, maybe he would visit during the holidays but eventually, the distance would settle in. He’d meet new people, make new friends, build a new life. 

And you? You’d still be here, stuck in the same town, living the same hard life you always had. You didn’t blame him. How could you? He deserved better. Yet you told yourself that you’d get over him. That the ache in your chest would eventually fade. That you’d move on.

But you never did.

The letters came at first. Handwritten, neat, and always signed, Kento. 

He’d tell you about the classes he was taking, the places he was visiting, the new friends he was making. And you’d read every word, trying to picture him in that new world of his — a world you didn’t belong to. You always write back, of course. But your letters were never as exciting. What were you supposed to say? 

Hey, I’m still working two part-time jobs to help my mom make rent. Our fridge broke again last week, but it’s fine. I’ve gotten used to eating once a day. 

No. Instead, you lied. You told him you were doing fine, that life was okay, that you were just happy to hear from him. But as the months went on, the letters became less frequent. And then, eventually, they stopped altogether. And that was it.

Nanami Kento became a part of your past.

He was just another thing you had to let go of.

Yet you think about it now, you should have let go.

You should have let it all be.

IT WAS QUITE A SURPRISE, NOT ONE WHICH YOU HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT. You didn’t know he became an actor. The Nanami Kento standing in front of you now. He was still quite as polished, poised, and impossibly handsome as he was.

And yet, he was a far cry from the boy you used to know. But it was still him, he was all the same. Same deep voice. Same gentle gaze. Same presence that made the world feel a little less heavy.

And yet, there was something else too. A distance. 

Like he didn’t quite belong here anymore.

It was like he had outgrown this town, just as you always knew he would.

“Kento, oh wow….” you managed, trying not to let your voice shake. “I… I didn’t know you were back.”

His smile faltered slightly, like he was trying to keep his composure. “Just for a few days. I had some… time off.”

You didn’t miss the way his caramel eyes swept over you. From your wrinkled convenience store uniform to the worn-out shoes on your feet. It was subtle, but you saw it. And it made your stomach twist in shame.

“How’ve you been?” he asked, carefully. Like he was afraid of the answer.

You forced a small laugh, waving a hand. “You know… same old, same old. Nothing much has changed.”

Lie. Everything had changed. You were still here, yes. You were still in the same town, still in the same life — but it felt different now. Colder. Like the weight of the world had settled heavier on your shoulders after he left. And it didn’t escape Kento’s notice.

You were supposed to be somewhere else. He knew that. Out of everyone he’d ever known, you were the smartest. You were the sharpest, the most capable, the one who always dreamed bigger than the town could ever hold. 

You used to talk about it all the time — the places you wanted to go, the life you wanted to build. You were supposed to go to college. You were supposed to do great things. And yet here you were. Stuck. In this town. Wearing a faded uniform and a name tag, working a dead-end job.

Why? Why are you still here, suffering like this?

“So, uh….” you cleared your throat, forcing a smile. “How’s Denmark? Or… wait. Are you still there?”

“No, no. I don’t live there.” he answered, his voice quieter now. “I, uh… I moved to Tokyo. For work.”

“Work?” you tilted your head.

And that’s when you saw it. The subtle shift in his stance. 

Like he was bracing himself for something.

“...I’m an actor now,” he admitted, almost sheepishly.

You blinked. “Wait — like… on TV?”

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little uncomfortable. “Film, mostly. I’ve done a few series too.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re kidding.”

He chuckled, though there was no real humor in it. “I’m not. It just… happened, I guess.”

Of course it did, you thought bitterly. Because that’s what people like him did. They left, they made something of themselves, and they became untouchable. Meanwhile, people like you stayed exactly where they were rooted in place, forgotten, ordinary.

“That’s… amazing, Kento. Really.” You smiled, even though it burned your throat. “I’m happy for you.”

But Nanami Kento couldn’t find it in himself to smile back. 

Because all he could think about was how wrong this felt.

You’re supposed to be the one out there, he thought. You were always the brilliant one. You were supposed to leave this town — not me. You were supposed to make something of yourself.

Instead, you were still here in this wretched place. In a store that smelled faintly of stale bread and cleaning supplies. Ringing up snacks for high schoolers who would eventually leave you behind just like everyone else did.

“You’re still working here?” he asked softly, his voice careful.

“Yeah. Been here for a couple of years now.” You shrugged like it was nothing. “Pays the bills.”

His stomach twisted at your words all the sudden. “What about school?” he asked. “You… you were supposed to go to college, right? Didn’t you get accepted somewhere?”

You froze. For a brief moment, the smile cracked on your face. But you stitched it back together quickly. “Ah, yeah… I did. But, you know. Life happens.”

Lie, again, huh?

The truth was that you did get accepted. To a top university in Tokyo, actually. But your mom lost her job the same week you got the acceptance letter. Rent fell behind. Bills piled up. And you did what you always did — you stayed. 

You got a job, dropped out before you even started, and spent the next few years trying to keep your family afloat. You did everything you could to help your family to survive. You abandoned everything to survive. But you didn’t tell Kento that. You couldn’t.

“Anyway, uh….” you deflected, forcing some cheer into your voice, “I’m sure you’ve got somewhere to be. Don’t let me keep you.”

But Nanami Kento didn’t move.

He couldn’t.

Because he couldn’t stop staring at you. He couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong this was. The person he loved most in this world, the one who deserved everything was still here, stuck, while he was out there living a dream he never even wanted in the first place.

And he hated it. 

God, he hated it.

“…Have dinner with me, at least.” he blurted out suddenly.

Your head snapped up. “What?”

“Dinner. Tonight.” His voice was steadier now. “I want to catch up.”

You hesitated. “Kento, you don’t have to—”

“I want to.” His gaze softened. “Please.”

And maybe it was because you were too tired to argue. Or maybe it was because, despite everything, you still loved him. So you gave in. “…Okay. Yeah. Dinner sounds nice.”

And for the first time since he left, Kento felt like he could breathe again.

That night, he picked you up from your small apartment. You tried to dress nicer, but you didn’t have much to work with. It was just a worn-out dress you hadn’t touched in years. When you opened the door and saw him standing there in a tailored coat and polished shoes, you almost told him to forget it.

But Kento only smiled and said, “You look beautiful.”

And God, you hated how much you still loved him.

Dinner was… nostalgic. You talked about old memories, laughed about stupid things you did as kids. But Kento couldn’t stop noticing how guarded you were. How carefully you danced around your life now.

Never mentioning anything too personal, never hinting at how hard things really were. And when the night was over, when he walked you back to your door, he couldn’t help himself.

“…Why did you stay?” he finally asked.

You froze, your hand on the doorknob. “…What?”

“You were supposed to leave this town, you know.” he said, voice cracking slightly. “You were supposed to go to college. Travel. Do everything you always talked about. So… why didn’t you?”

You hesitated. But then you smiled soft and hollow. “Someone had to stay and take care of things.”

And before he could ask what you meant, you gave him one last smile and said. “Goodnight, Kento.”

Then you closed the door. And Kento stood there, staring at the chipped paint on your doorframe, his heart breaking all over again. Because the person he loved most in this world was still stuck in a place she was never meant to stay.

And he didn’t know how to fix it.

NOT A WINK OF SLEEP THAT NIGHT ONCE AGAIN. After you closed the door on Kento, you leaned against it, heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest.

You could still feel the warmth of his gaze, still hear the tenderness in his voice when he said you looked beautiful. It was like he still saw you the way he did when you were kids. Like time and distance hadn’t changed a thing.

But it had.  You weren’t the same girl you used to be. And he wasn’t the same boy who once shared his lunch with you. He was Nanami Kento now, an actor, a star, someone the world adored. And you? You were still here. Working a dead-end job, carrying the weight of your family’s survival on your back, and holding onto the ghost of a love you never confessed.

So why did it feel like he was still yours?

Why did it still hurt like hell to let him go?

On the other side of that door, Kento didn’t move for a long time. He just stood there, still staring at the door you closed between you two and felt his throat tighten with a kind of pain he hadn’t experienced in years. 

Because no matter how much you smiled that night, no matter how light you tried to make your voice sound, he saw it. The exhaustion in your eyes. The tension in your shoulders. The carefully crafted responses designed to keep him from knowing the truth. You were struggling. And it killed him.

Because you were the smartest person he knew. You were supposed to be miles away from this town, pursuing the future you always dreamed of. You were supposed to be untouchable, unstoppable, radiant. But instead… you were here. Tired. Small. Dimming under the weight of a life that never stopped asking more from you.

And Kento couldn’t stand it. The thought of going back to Tokyo, of returning to his world of flashing cameras, scripts, and fame while you were stuck here, surviving day by day, made him physically ill.

I should have taken you with me, he thought bitterly. I never should have left you here.

And that’s when he decided — he wasn’t leaving without you this time.

He didn’t care what it took. He didn’t care if you pushed him away. He didn’t care if you convinced yourself you didn’t belong in his world anymore. He would break down every wall you built around yourself if it meant pulling you out of this life.

Because the truth was he never stopped loving you.

And he’d be damned if he lost you a second time. The next day, you were working your usual shift when the doorbell chimed and you didn’t need to look up to know who it was. You felt it before you even saw him. 

“…Kento.” You swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “What are you doing here?”

He looked painfully out of place in the small convenience store. He was dressed in a dark coat, hair perfectly styled, standing taller and broader than you remembered. It was almost laughable. This man who graced movie screens and magazine covers standing in the middle of your dusty workplace like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Thought I’d stop by today.” he said simply. “I was hoping to see you.”

Your stomach twisted painfully. Don’t do this, Kento.

“I, uh… I’m working on the floor.” you stammered. “Can’t really chat right now.”

“I’ll wait.”

You blinked. “…What?”

“I’ll wait until your shift is over.” he said, completely serious. “Then we’ll grab dinner. My treat.”

“Kento—”

“Don’t say no.” His voice was soft, but firm. “Please.”

And God, you almost did. You almost told him no. You almost told him to leave you alone, that you didn’t want him to see you like this anymore, that you couldn’t handle standing next to him and being reminded of how far apart your lives had become.

But you didn’t. Because deep down, you still craved him.

You craved his voice, his touch, his presence. 

Even if it hurts you just do it all over again.

“…Okay.”

The night air was cold, but his coat was warm. Somewhere between dinner and walking you home, Kento had shrugged off his expensive wool coat and draped it around your shoulders without hesitation. You tried to protest, but he wouldn’t hear it.

“Don’t argue with me about this, please.” he murmured, his hand lingering against your arm a little too long.

It was dangerous being this close to him again. 

But you couldn’t pull away from him.

“So….” you forced lightness into your voice. “What’s it like being famous?”

He scoffed. “Overrated.”

You laughed softly. “Oh, come on. You’re on billboards now. You can’t tell me it’s not a little amazing.”

“It doesn’t mean anything.” His voice was distant. “Not if you’re not there to see it.”

Your steps faltered. “…What?”

Kento stopped walking — turning to face you, his expression unreadable. “I thought about you every day.” he confessed, his voice raw. 

“Kento—”

“The entire time I was gone. I kept wondering what you were doing, if you were okay, if you were happy.” His throat bobbed. “And every time I came back home, I hoped I’d see you, but you were always gone. I… I didn’t know if you wanted to see me again.”

You felt your heart crack open. “Kento…”

“Why didn’t you tell me you stayed?” His voice broke slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you never went to college?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I—”

“Do you have any idea how brilliant you are?” His voice was trembling now, thick with emotion. “You were always the smartest person in the room. You deserved to get out of here….to have everything you ever dreamed of. And instead… you stayed. You gave it all up. Why?”

Tears burned the back of your eyes. “Because I didn’t have a choice, Kento.”

“Yes, you did.” His voice cracked. “You could have told me. You could have called me. I would’ve—”

“You would’ve what, Kento?” you choked. “Fixed my life for me? Paid my bills? Dragged me to Tokyo and pretended like I belonged in your world?”

His jaw clenched. “You do belong in my world.”

“No, I don’t.” you snapped, tears finally spilling over. “Look at me. I’ve been stuck in the same place since you left. I’m still living paycheck to paycheck. I didn’t finish school. I’ve done nothing with my life. And you—” your voice cracked painfully. “You’ve become everything you were meant to be.”

Silence. Thick. Suffocating.

“I didn’t want any of it.” His voice was barely a whisper.

You froze. “…What?”

Kento swallowed hard. “I didn’t want fame. The career. The spotlight. I didn’t want any of it. The only thing I ever wanted was you—and I thought… I thought if I made something of myself, you’d still be here when I came back.” His voice cracked. “But you weren’t. And I hated myself for leaving you behind.”

Your knees almost buckled.

“And now that I’m here, with you.” his voice broke. "I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

Tears poured freely down your face. “Kento, don’t—”

“Come with me.” He took a step closer, his hands trembling as they cradled your face. “Come to Tokyo. Stay with me. I’ll pay for your school, I’ll—”

“No!” you sobbed, pulling away. “I’m not your responsibility, Kento—”

“You’re not a responsibility, nor a liability.” his voice cracked. “You’re the love of my life.”

Your heart shattered. And before you could protest again, his mouth was on yours. Desperate, burning, like he was trying to make up for every single day he spent without you. His hands cradled your face, his kiss messy and filled with heartbreak. When he finally pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Please.” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Let me take you away from here. Let me love you the way I always should have.”

For the first time in years, you let yourself sob in his arms.

Because despite everything, you loved him more than anything in this world.

Despite the distance, the pain, and the time lost, you never stopped loving him either.

And maybe… just maybe… he could still save you.

YOU COULD REMEMBER THE WAY IT RAINED WHEN YOU GOT MARRIED. Not a heavy storm — just a soft, steady drizzle, as if the sky itself was quietly weeping with joy. You stood in a small, intimate venue with that beautiful smile on your face.

Both of you of you surrounded by only a few close friends and family, wearing the simplest white dress you could afford because despite Kento’s insistence that he’d buy you the most extravagant gown in Tokyo, you refused.

“I don’t need anything fancy, you know.” you told him. “I just need you.”

And so there you stood with your fingers trembling, heart racing as Kento watched you walk down the aisle like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. His jaw was tight, his caramel eyes glassy with unshed tears, like he still couldn’t believe this was real. Like he couldn’t believe, after all those years apart, you were finally becoming his wife.

When you finally reached him, his hand grasped yours like a lifeline. 

His thumb trembled as it brushed against your skin, and when he whispered, “You’re beautiful.” his voice cracked.

And when the officiant asked if he took you as his wife, Kento didn’t hesitate one bit as he looked at you with the warmest gazes. “I do.” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I always have.”

Kento never let you go after that.

You moved into his apartment in Tokyo. It was a spacious, light-filled place with floor-to-ceiling windows and a breathtaking view of the city. It was bigger than anything you’d ever lived in, and it almost made you uncomfortable at first.

But Kento never let you feel like you didn’t belong.

“This is our home now, hm?” he told you softly one night as you stood by the window, still struggling to wrap your head around it all. “Not just mine. Ours.”

And you believed him. Because every time he came home from a shoot, tired, disheveled, and smelling like expensive cologne — the first thing he did was find you. 

\Whether you were in the kitchen, the bedroom, or curled up in the living room studying, he always sought you out, kissing you like it was the first time every time.

“My wife.” he’d murmur against your lips, as if the words themselves tasted sweet. “My beautiful wife.”

And every time, your heart would ache with disbelief. Because this was real. You were really married to him. You really woke up to him every morning. His arm draped around your waist, his face buried in your neck and he really loved you like you were the most precious thing in the world. But Kento wasn’t done giving you the life you deserved.

“Tokyo University.” he said one night, casually, like it wasn’t the single most outrageous thing you’d ever heard.

You froze mid-bite. “…What?”

“I want you to apply, like you did a long time ago.” he said simply, sitting across from you at the dinner table. “You always wanted to study chemistry. Now’s your chance.”

Your throat tightened. “Kento… I can’t. I haven’t been in school for years. I can’t just—”

“Yes, you can.” His voice was firm but gentle. “You’re the smartest person I’ve ever known. Don’t tell me you can’t do it.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “But the tuition—”

“I’ll pay for it.”

Your head snapped up. “Kento, no—”

“Yes.” His gaze was unwavering. “I’ll pay for every single yen. I’ll cover your tuition, your textbooks, your lab fees. Everything. You won’t have to worry about anything.” His voice softened. “Please. Let me do this for you.”

Tears burned your eyes. “I don’t want to feel like a burden to you, Kento.”

“You’re not a burden, never will be.” he said fiercely, already pushing his chair back so he could kneel in front of you. His large hands cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “You’re my wife. Everything I have is yours. My money, my time, my life. It’s all yours. And if it means giving you the future you always dreamed of, then I’ll do it a thousand times over.”

And with that, you broke down. You sobbed into his chest, clutching him like your life depended on it, because you realized Kento meant it. Every word. Every promise. He was going to build you a life so beautiful, so far removed from the pain you endured, that you’d never have to feel unworthy again.

So the next day, you applied. And Kento wrote the check without blinking an eye. 

You could still remember months later, the day you got accepted into Tokyo University, you burst into tears. You were in the kitchen when the letter arrived, your hands trembling as you tore it open and the second you saw “Congratulations, you’ve been accepted!”

You collapsed onto the floor, sobbing.

“Kento, Kento!” you choked, clutching the letter like it was your lifeline. “I got in! Oh god…. I got in!”

Kento was on you in seconds, kneeling beside you, his face crumpling with pride. “I told you. I told you, baby!” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I told you you could do it.”

And that night, he took you out to dinner, something extravagant, something you never would have been able to afford on your own. When the waiter congratulated you, Kento beamed like he was the one who got accepted.

“Her, it was her who got in.” he told the waiter proudly. “That’s my wife. She’s going to Tokyo University for chemistry. Smartest woman I’ve ever met.”

And when you glanced at him, with those eyes glassy, heart full, you realized he wasn’t just proud. He was in awe of you. Like he always had been. 

And for a while, it was perfect.

Life slipped into something sweet and steady. You were a university student again, just like you’d always dreamed. You spent your days attending lectures, taking meticulous notes, and spending long afternoons in the library surrounded by textbooks and the faint smell of old paper. You were learning again. Living again. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you.

And Kento? God, he was your biggest cheerleader.

Every morning before you left for class, he kissed you on the forehead and said, “Knock ‘em dead, love.” 

Every night when you came home, exhausted but fulfilled, he had dinner ready and waiting. When you showed him your test scores, perfect marks, one after another. Your husband would beam with pride like he was the one who’d aced the exam. 

When you complained about a difficult professor or a tedious lab experiment, he’d listen intently, rubbing circles into your back, and say, “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”

And every night, when you fell asleep beside him, you felt something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope. But then —slowly, quietly— the loneliness crept in. Because Kento wasn’t home most of the time.

At first, you didn’t notice. You were busy, after all. You were drowning in lab reports, study sessions, and back-to-back classes. But then you started realizing how quiet the apartment felt when you got home. You’d unlock the door, expecting to hear the hum of the television or Kento’s soft humming in the kitchen but it was always silent. Always empty.

You told yourself it was fine. That was just how it was going to be sometimes. Your Kento was working hard, just like you were. It was only temporary. But weeks passed. Then months. And Kento started coming home later and later.

At first, it was 8 PM. Then 9. Then 10. And soon, there were nights where he didn’t come home at all, just a brief, apologetic text. “Late meeting. Don’t wait for me. Love you.”

And you tried to be understanding. You tried. After all, Kento was the one supporting you. He was paying your tuition, your textbooks, your transportation — everything. He was shouldering the entire financial weight of your dream without a single complaint. The least you could do was be patient.

But good god, it was so lonely.

You’d eat dinner alone most nights, your plate growing cold as you stared at the empty seat across from you. You’d do your assignments at the kitchen table, hoping to hear the jingle of his keys at the door  but it never came. You started sleeping alone more often than not, his side of the bed cold and untouched.

And worst of all you missed him.

You missed Kento. You missed the man who used to laugh with you until your stomach hurt. 

The man who used to kiss you breathless in the middle of the kitchen just because he could. 

The man who used to touch your belly every night and whisper. “I can’t wait to meet our baby.” 

The man who promised you. “I’ll always put you first.”

But now? You were starting to feel like you’d lost him. And then came the night that broke you.

It was well past midnight, and you were curled up on the couch, your textbooks sprawled around you. You told yourself you wouldn’t wait up for him, but you did. You always did. Hours passed, and still — no sign of him. Finally, at 1:27 AM, you heard the door unlock.

“Kento?” you called, your voice cracking.

He didn’t answer right away. When he finally stepped into the living room, his tie was loose, his shirt wrinkled, and the exhaustion in his eyes was so deep it made your chest ache.

“Hey.” he murmured, already walking past you toward the bedroom.

And something in you snapped.

“Seriously?” you blurted. “That’s all you have to say?”

Kento froze, his hand still on the doorframe. “…What?”

You stood, your heart pounding. “You’ve been gone all day again. And you just walk in like I don’t even exist?”

He turned to you, confused. “I—I’m sorry. Work ran late—”

“It always runs late, Kento!” your voice cracked, hot tears stinging your eyes. “Every night, I sit here alone. I eat alone. I sleep alone. Do you even realize how lonely it is to come home to an empty apartment every single day?”

Pain flickered across his face. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m doing this for you, love. I’m working so you can go to school—”

“I never asked you to do that!” you shouted, and the second the words left your mouth, you regretted them.

Kento blinked, stunned. “…What?”

Your chest heaved. “I never asked you to throw your entire life away for me, Kento! I never asked you to quit your project, or work insane hours, or pay for everything. You just did it. And now it’s like I don’t even have a husband anymore. I just have this… ghost who comes home at 2 AM and leaves before I wake up!”

Silence. Thick. Suffocating.

Kento’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening. “…You think I want this?”

You froze. “…What?”

“You think I like working sixteen-hour days?” his voice cracked, raw and strained. “You think I enjoy being away from you? Missing dinner, missing sleep, missing everything…..you think any of this is what I wanted?”

Your throat tightened. “Kento—”

“I did it for you, you know that.” he said bitterly. “I did it so you wouldn’t have to worry about money. I did it so you could chase your dream without worrying about bills or tuition. I did it because I thought it would make you happy.” His voice cracked. “But you’re not, are you?”

Tears blurred your vision. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” he laughed hollowly, running a hand down his face. “I work until I can’t see straight just to keep everything together and you still think I’m not doing enough.”

“That’s not true at all!”

“Then what do you want from me, love?” his voice finally broke, desperate and shattered. “Tell me. Please. What do you want?”

And the answer was so painfully simple, it tore you apart.

I just want you.

But you couldn’t say it. Because how could you ask that of him when he’d already given you everything? When he was breaking his back just to keep you afloat? When he’d already sacrificed his career, his sleep, his time, his life for you?

So instead, you just cried and cried.

And for the first time in your marriage, Kento didn’t comfort you.

He just turned away, defeated, and said, “I’m going to bed.”

And you realized somewhere along the way, you and Kento had become strangers for the first time.

And it hurts like hell to live with that thought.

But of course, it wouldn’t be the last time.

THINGS DID NOT GET BETTER.  If anything, they got worse. You were pregnant. And everything was hurting. It was a different kind of pain now, not just the crushing weight of your depression, but something more physical, more suffocating. 

Your body aches constantly. Your back screamed from the weight of your growing belly. Your feet were perpetually swollen. Your nights were restless, spent tossing and turning as the baby kicked relentlessly inside you, reminding you always reminding you — that there was no way out of this life you didn’t want. And it was killing you.

You thought hitting rock bottom would come with some kind of clarity. Like one day, you’d cry hard enough or sleep long enough or starve yourself numb enough that your body would finally break through the darkness. You thought there would be some moment, some visceral breaking point that would force you to finally start healing.

But it never came.

Instead, you just… sank.

Deeper and deeper, like trying to breathe underwater with lungs already half-filled. Every day you woke up was a fresh kind of misery. You couldn’t get out of bed without feeling like your bones were made of lead. 

You couldn’t stomach food without wanting to throw it all up later. You couldn’t look in the mirror without despising the reflection. You see a bloated, pale, hollowed out, a shell of the woman you used to be.

And the baby never stopped kicking.

You hated it.

God, you hated it.

You hated the way it never let you sleep. You hated the way your body no longer felt like yours. You hated the constant, suffocating reminder that soon, almost all too soon, you would be responsible for a life you never asked for. A life you were already failing before it even arrived.

But the worst part?

You hated yourself for hating it.

Because what kind of mother resented her own baby before it was even born? What kind of woman laid in bed, day after day, clutching her belly and wishing god, please just make this stop  instead of feeling love? What kind of wife watched her husband sacrifice everything for her and still felt nothing but numb, bitter emptiness?

And Kento.

God, Kento.

You couldn’t even look at him anymore without feeling like the most wretched person alive. He was still trying �� still holding everything together, still waking up every morning and kissing your forehead, still whispering, “I love you. I’m here.” 

But you could see it now — the slow, painful unraveling of the man you loved. The exhaustion in his eyes, no longer just from work but from you. The hesitation in his touch, like he was afraid you’d pull away — and sometimes, you did.

The way his voice cracked when he said, “How are you feeling today, love?” and your answer was always “I’m fine.”

But you weren’t fine.

And Kento knew it.

You could see it every night when he crawled into bed beside you and held you close. The way his hand cradles your stomach, his thumb tracing soft circles over your skin. You could feel it in the way his touch, once so warm and electric, now felt like a desperate attempt to keep you here. Like if he let go for even a second, you’d slip through his fingers entirely.

And you hated that too.

Because you knew you were killing him. Slowly. Quietly. Without even trying. You could see it in his slumped shoulders, in the way his voice grew quieter, in the way he looked at you like he was losing you and didn’t know how to stop it.

And you wanted to scream — Stop loving me. Stop trying to save me. I’m already gone.

But you didn’t.

Because how could you say that to the man who dropped his entire career for you? The man who worked twenty-hour days just to pay for your tuition, your food, your life? The man who still kissed you goodbye every morning and told you, “I love you, always.”

So you did the only thing you could.

You kept shrinking.

You stopped eating. Barely touched your dinner when Kento brought it to you. The smell made you nauseous anyway, and even when it didn’t, you could barely stomach the idea of keeping yourself alive, let alone another human growing inside you.

You stopped leaving the house. Your classes had already been dropped; you told Kento it was temporary, just until you felt better. But deep down, you knew you weren’t going back. Tokyo University had suddenly become a distant dream once again, like a life that belonged to someone else entirely. And you were too far gone now to reach for it again.

You stopped responding to your friends. They texted you constantly, trying to check on you. You know they mean well. You know they just want to be there for you. And that they were excited. But you were having a hard time accepting their well wishes.

“How’s the baby? How’s school? We miss you!” 

But the thought of replying made your stomach churn. What were you supposed to say, that wouldn’t come out as a horrible thing? 

“I’m miserable. I don’t want this baby. I don’t want this life.” 

Would have that gotten you some mercy?

So you ignored them. Deleted their messages. Let your phone die and don't bother charging it. And then you stopped talking to Kento. Not entirely. But enough.

Later on, Kento halted the work on his upcoming project the day after you broke down. No warning. No hesitation. One phone call to his manager, another to his agency, and it was done. His voice was steady, almost unnervingly calm when he said: “I’m taking a break for now. My wife needs me.” 

And that was it. He dropped it all like it meant nothing. A project he had poured months of his life into, had gone in seconds. You tried to protest when you found out, but he wouldn’t hear it. His mind was made up before you could even form the words —“Don’t do this for me.”

And then he stayed.

Every single day, he stayed. Morning turned to night, and there he was. Bringing you water when you couldn’t stomach food. Sitting on the edge of the bed while you stared blankly at the ceiling. Holding you through the nights when your body trembled from crying, or worse, the nights when you didn’t cry at all, just lay there like a ghost in your own skin.

He was patient. Devoted. Unwavering.

But it didn’t fix anything.

Because the damage was already done.

You could feel it in the way his touch, once so warm and electric, now felt like a desperate attempt to tether you to the earth. In the way his voice,  soft, pleading, loving had seemed to echo against the walls of your hollowed-out chest, never quite reaching you. 

In this way you could still feel the crushing weight of your own failure suffocating you, no matter how many times he whispered “I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

And the worst part?

You wanted him to leave.

Because it hurt too much to see him like this. Abandoning his career, his life, his future, for someone who couldn’t even muster the strength to get out of bed. You resented the way he sacrificed everything for you. 

You hated how the look in his eyes shifted from affection to concern, from admiration to pity. You despised yourself for being the reason his world was crumbling alongside yours. And deep down, you knew. Kento could stay forever, and it still wouldn’t fix what was already broken.

And after that, you stopped going to school.

At first, you told Kento it was temporary,  just a leave of absence until you felt better. But weeks turned into months, and soon your professors were emailing you: “If you do not return, you will have to re-enroll next semester.”

You didn’t respond.

Because the truth was, you didn’t care anymore.

Your stomach was huge now. You could barely walk up the stairs without losing your breath. Your back ached. Your feet were swollen. You couldn’t sleep through the night because the baby was always kicking, and every morning you woke up with the same suffocating thought.

"I don’t want this life."

And the guilt ate you alive.

Because you loved Kento. You loved your baby. But you hated your life. You hated what it had become. You hated the fact that you were no longer a student at Tokyo University. You were just a pregnant woman, a pregnant housewife. You hated the fact that you no longer had a future — you just had motherhood. You just had this house, his status as a wife.

And Kento saw it. He saw how you’d spend hours just sitting in the nursery, staring at the crib with dead eyes. He saw how you stopped studying, stopped watching TV, stopped doing anything. It was like you were fading away.

And it killed him.

You could see it in the way his shoulders sagged a little more each day, as if the weight of watching you deteriorate was slowly crushing him. In the way he tried to hide the bags under his eyes from sleepless nights spent worrying about you. 

In this way his voice would crack, just barely, when he’d sit next to you and say, “Talk to me, love. Please.”

But you had nothing to say. What were you supposed to tell him? That you hated the life you were about to bring into the world? That you regretted everything — the pregnancy, the wedding, the choices that led you here? That sometimes, when you laid in bed at night, you imagined what it would be like if you just… didn’t wake up?

So you said nothing. Nothing at all.

And Kento tried to be strong for both of you. God, he tried.

He started cooking your favorite meals, hoping that if he made something delicious enough, you’d actually eat. He read parenting books late into the night, convinced that if he just learned enough, he could do this whole thing for the both of you, carry the weight, make up for the pieces of you that were falling apart. He took you on walks when he could get you out of bed, holding your hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to hope.

But it was never enough.

It was never going to be enough.

Because the truth was — you weren’t just sad. 

You were grieving everything that had come to pass.

You were grieving the life you lost, the person you used to be. You were grieving the dreams you once held so fiercely. Finishing university, traveling, building a career as a chemist on the international level. All of it now reduced to a hazy memory of a different girl. A girl you didn’t even recognize anymore. A girl you resented for being so foolish, for thinking she could have it all.

And you were grieving the love between you and Kento — or rather, the version of it that existed before the pregnancy. Before everything became tainted by your guilt, your depression, your ever-growing resentment for the life you didn’t want.

You knew that Kento saw it too.

He saw how you flinched when he touched your stomach,  not out of pain, but because it reminded you of what you were trapped in. He saw how your kisses grew colder, how you turned your head when he tried to kiss you goodnight. He saw how you stopped saying your i love yous first — how sometimes, you didn’t say it at all.

And still, he stayed by your side. But it was breaking him whole. 

You could hear it in the way his voice cracked one night when he thought you were asleep.

He sat beside you in bed, his hand resting gently on your belly, and you heard him whisper back to you. “I don’t know how to fix this.” His voice trembled. “I don’t know how to help you.”

And that was when you realized — you weren’t the only one grieving. Kento was grieving too. He was grieving the wife he used to know. The one who laughed too loud at his jokes, who kissed him in the morning just because, who fell asleep on the couch with a textbook still in her lap. 

He was grieving the life you both dreamed of late nights studying, early mornings rushing to class, careers that would take you far. He was grieving the love that used to be effortless, the kind that didn’t require whispered prayers in the middle of the night, hoping that tomorrow would hurt less than today.

And the worst part?

You were the one who did this to him.

At least that’s how you saw it all now.

You were the one who dragged him down into this suffocating darkness with you. You were the one who made him abandon his project, his career, his life. All for a woman who could barely look at herself in the mirror without breaking. 

And every day he stayed, every day he kissed your forehead and said “I’m here”, you hated yourself a little more.

You hated yourself so much that you started to wonder if maybe — just maybe — Kento would be better off without you.

And that thought never really left.

Even when he painted the nursery walls soft yellow and smiled like he wasn’t dying inside.

Even when he held your hand in the middle of the night and promised, “We’ll get through this. I swear we will.”

Even when he looked at you with a love so devastatingly pure, it only made you ache more.

Because you couldn’t shake the feeling. That Kento deserved a better wife. And your baby deserved a better mother. And you? You didn’t deserve them at all. Around your seventh month, you completely broke.

Kento found you in the bathroom at 3 AM all alone as you were sitting in the empty bathtub, knees pulled to your chest, sobbing silently. You looked miserable with your hair disheveled and your face contorted into this look, full of grief and suffering.

“Baby?” His voice cracked. “Oh my god, baby, what’s wrong?”

And you just shook your head. “I hate this so much.” you gasped through your tears. “I hate my life. I hate my body. I hate everything. I don’t want to do this anymore, Kento. I can’t…..I can’t breathe.”

And Kento completely fell apart at the sight of your tears, falling over and over again.  “Baby, no— no, no, no.” he dropped to his knees beside the tub, his hands shaking. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. I’m here now. I’ll fix it. I’ll make it better, so—”

“You can’t!” you screamed, your voice raw and cracked. “You can’t fix this, Kento! I’m already ruined! My life is already ruined!”

And Kento? Kento completely broke. Because he realized you weren’t talking about the pregnancy. You were talking about yourself. And you were gone. All there was left now was the shell, that shell he didn’t recognize.

“I should’ve never gotten pregnant, Kento.” you sobbed, your body shaking. “I should’ve never gotten married. I should’ve stayed in school. I should’ve never left the countryside. I should’ve……I should’ve never let this happen.”

And Kento completely lost it. “Don’t say that.” he begged, his voice cracking. 

He climbed into the bathtub with you, fully clothed, and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t say that, baby, please— please don’t say that. You’re not ruined. I swear to god, I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything. Just don’t give up on me. Please don’t give up on me.”

And you just sobbed.

Because deep down, you already had.

You were right to feel that way.

It was only a matter of time when the labor came early.

You had never expected it — not this soon, not like this.

It was just around thirty-five weeks then. The baby wasn’t supposed to come yet. You still had time. Weeks. You weren’t ready. Your hospital bag wasn’t packed. The nursery still smelled like fresh paint. You hadn’t even washed the baby’s clothes yet. You weren’t supposed to go into labor yet.

But the universe didn’t care.

Your water broke in the middle of the night — and you knew instantly that something was wrong. The pain hit fast and hard, unlike anything you’d ever felt. Sharp, blinding contractions ripped through your abdomen, so intense that it stole the breath from your lungs. 

You barely managed to shake Kento awake, your voice cracked and choked, “Kento — my water……it broke—”

And the moment he saw the panic in your eyes, he moved. Kento didn’t even ask questions. He sprang out of bed, grabbing his phone with one hand and you with the other, already calling for an ambulance. 

His voice was low, controlled, but you could hear the terror behind it. “Yes, my wife is thirty-five weeks pregnant. Her water just broke — she’s in pain — please send someone—”

But the contractions were coming too fast. One after the other, barely a minute in between, and by the time Kento helped you into the back of the ambulance, you knew. The baby was coming now. And the baby would have no mercy on you.

“No, no, no!” you sobbed, clutching your belly as another contraction ripped through you, your body already beginning to push despite your desperate attempts to stop it. “It’s too soon — it’s too soon—”

Kento was right there beside you, his hand in yours, his voice cracked and desperate. “You’re okay, love. You’re gonna be okay. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you.”

But you didn’t feel okay. You felt like you were dying. And by the time you reached the hospital, you were already fully dilated. The doctors barely had time to wheel you into labor and delivery before you were screaming through another contraction, your body forcing you to push despite your terror.

And Kento was there. The entire time — he was there. His hand never left yours, his voice never stopped murmuring reassurances in your ear. “You can do this, love. I know you can. Just a little longer. Just hold on for me.”

But you couldn’t.

Because something was wrong.

You could feel it in your bones. In the way your body fought itself with every push, in the way your vision kept blurring, in the way you couldn’t seem to catch your breath no matter how hard you tried. And then, in the middle of a push — you felt it.

A sudden, hot gush between your legs. But it wasn’t amniotic fluid this time. It was warm. And sticky. And you didn’t have to look down to know. You were bleeding. A lot. You could feel how it echoes down, heavy and brutish.

“Kento—” your voice cracked, raw with pain. “Something’s— something’s wrong—”

And then you heard it.

The doctor’s voice, sharp and urgent. 

“She’s hemorrhaging. We’re losing her.”

And that’s when Kento lost his fucking mind.

“What?” His voice snapped, pure, raw panic flooding his face. His grip on your hand tightened like a vice. “What do you mean you’re losing her?!”

“Her blood pressure is dropping! Massive uterine hemorrhage. Doctor,  she’s losing too much blood—”

“No — no, no, no—” Kento stumbled forward, his voice cracking as his hands shook. “Do something! Save her! Save them both!”

“We need to get the baby out now or we’re going to lose them both, Mr. Nanami!”

And suddenly it was chaos. Nurses shouting. Machines beeping. Someone calling for blood transfusions. And you — fading. You could feel it. Your body was giving out, your vision was growing dim, and the only thing you could focus on was Kento.

“Kento.” you rasped, your voice so faint, so weak. Your body felt like it was drifting. “I—I love you—”

“No!” Kento screamed. He screamed like something inside him was tearing apart. His hands clawed at the hospital bed, his body lunging toward you as the doctors tried to pull him away. “No, stay with me! Stay with me, love! Don’t you fucking do this—Don’t you dare leave me!”

But you were already slipping.

The last thing you heard was his voice, raw and broken.

“I can’t do this without you. Please! Please don’t leave me. Please—”

And then, darkness.

HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. Nanami Kento couldn’t do anything but collapse in the hallway. The moment they pulled him out of the delivery room. The moment the words the doctor said, all of that rang in his ears like a death sentence. He was sure that something inside him snapped.

And when the door slammed shut behind him, separating him from you, Kento’s knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands splayed out against the cold tile, chest heaving, throat raw from screaming. He didn’t even realize he was still screaming until two nurses rushed toward him, trying to pull him up, trying to calm him down, but it was useless.

Because he could still hear it. The frantic shouts of the doctors. The horrifying words “Massive hemorrhage. We’re losing her.” The sound of your screams cutting off too abruptly. And worst of all — the unbearable silence that followed.

“No—” Kento howled, his voice breaking like glass. His hands clawed at his hair, his entire body wracked with violent, gut-wrenching sobs. “No, no, no— I killed her. I fucking killed her—”

“Sir, Mr. Nanami.” one of the nurses knelt beside him, reaching out. “You have to breathe, you’re hyperventilating—”

But Kento didn’t hear her.

He couldn’t hear anything.

He didn’t care to hear whatever that was.

All he could think about, all he could see was you. Your face twisted in pain. The absolute terror in your eyes when you realized something was wrong. The way you sobbed I don’t want this, Kento, I’m not ready. And he did this. He did this to you.

His body convulsed with the force of his grief, his head slamming against the tile as his sobs tore from his chest like a wounded animal. “I killed her. I killed her. I made her hate her life and now she’s gone. She’s gone—”

“Sir—” The nurse was trying to hold him down now, his entire body thrashing against the floor as he screamed. “Sir, please, you’re going to hurt yourself—”

“LET ME GO!” Kento roared, his voice so raw it barely sounded human. “She’s dying in there. Do you understand me?! She’s fucking dying in there and I……”

Another contraction of sobs wracked his chest, and his fists slammed into the floor so hard that his knuckles split. Blood smeared against the tile, but he didn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything.

“I made her hate her life.” his voice cracked, his chest seizing with suffocating grief. His hands curled into his hair again, yanking hard as if trying to punish himself. “I did this to her. I made her want to die. And now she’s gone and I’m still here. ”

“Stop, please.” the nurse’s voice broke, her own eyes glassy as she tried to steady him. “She’s not gone. They’re trying to save her in there, with the baby.”

“No.” Kento’s head snapped up, his face twisted in a horrifying mix of rage and agony. His eyes were bloodshot, glassy, utterly devastated. “You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it.” His voice cracked so sharply it sounded like it physically hurt him to speak.

“She wanted to die, to be free of that misery. Don’t you see?” he choked. “She hated her life. And it’s my fault. It’s my fucking fault—”

And then his body gave out.

His chest collapsed onto the cold tile floor, his forehead pressed into it as his entire body shook. Choked, gasping sobs clawed from his throat, so violent that he could barely breathe. His lungs were burning, his vision was spinning, and he was sure, so fucking sure, that this was it. That they were going to come out and tell him you were dead.

And it was his fault. 

All of it was his fault.

Because he saw it. 

He saw it every single day. The way you sat in the nursery with dead eyes. The way you stopped smiling. The way you couldn’t even say I’m excited without your voice cracking. The way your love for him was slowly being choked out by the sheer weight of your depression.

And he didn’t stop any of it. Instead, he told you to keep going. He told you to hold on. He let you suffer in silence because he thought that’s what you needed but you didn’t. You needed help. You needed saving. And instead, he trapped you in a life you never wanted.

And now you are dying.

All because of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Kento sobbed, his forehead slamming against the tile again, his blood smearing across the floor. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please….please, I’ll do anything. Just let her live. Please.”

And that was the first time in his life that Kento Nanami prayed. He prayed like a man possessed. Like a man who had nothing left to lose. His bloody fists clawed at the tile, his nails cracking against it as he begged.

“Take me,please.” he sobbed, his voice mutilated from screaming. “Please….just take me instead. I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. Just…. Please don’t take her. Don’t take my wife. Don’t take my baby. I’ll do anything.”

But the silence stretched on.

And he was certain that you were already gone.

Hours continued to make mockery of him.

Agonizing, torturous hours passed — and Kento was still on the floor.

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe right. Didn’t think. His body was stuck in that same position. Still face down, forehead pressed against the cold tile, hands trembling as he clenched them into bloody fists. His chest was heaving in short, sharp gasps, his entire body quaking as he sobbed.

He was certain you were dead. He felt it. He felt the moment your soul left the room. He felt the moment the light in his life snapped off like a switch. 

He was convinced that at any second, the doctor was going to come out, look him in the eyes, and say, “I’m sorry, Mr. Nanami. We couldn’t save her.”

And he would never forgive himself.

Because he killed you.

His fault. His fault. His fucking fault.

He was still gasping, still clawing at the ground, still praying like a desperate man when he finally heard the door open. Kento’s head snapped up. His bloodshot, swollen eyes immediately locked onto the doctor walking toward him, his scrubs covered in blood — your blood — and Kento’s entire body seized.

“Mr. Nanami—”

“Where is she?” Kento screamed. His voice cracked, broke, his entire body lunging toward the doctor like a caged animal. His hands fisted the man’s scrubs, yanking him forward. “Is my wife alive? Tell me, damn it? Is she alive?”

The doctor barely had a chance to respond before Kento screamed again. “Tell me you saved her, goddamn you!”

And the doctor’s mouth opened — and Kento swore the entire universe stopped spinning when he finally said,  “…She’s alive.”

Kento’s entire body collapsed. His legs gave out. His grip on the doctor’s scrubs slipped. And then he didn’t realize that he had hit the floor. A gasping, broken sob ripped from his throat. The kind of sob that came from a man who was seconds away from losing everything and his entire body convulsed as he wept.

“Oh my god…..” Kento choked, his hands flying to his face, clawing at his own skin like he was trying to ground himself. “Oh my god. She’s alive. She’s alive!”

“Her condition is critical, Mr. Nanami.” the doctor warned, his voice low but steady. “We had to perform an emergency c-section and a hysterectomy to stop the bleeding. She lost over forty percent of her blood volume. We had to resuscitate her twice on the table—”

“Resuscitate?” he gasped, his vision swimming. His stomach lurched. “You mean she….she died?”

“Clinically, yes. Twice.” The doctor’s face softened with pity. “But we got her back. She’s stable now — unconscious, but alive.”

And that was all Kento needed to hear.

He ran. He didn’t even think. His legs moved before his brain could catch up, his entire body sprinting down the hall, his bloody knuckles slamming into every door he passed until he finally found your room.

The second he stepped inside, he broke.

Because there you were.

Unconscious.

Your body was completely limp, hooked up to a ventilator, your skin so pale it looked blue. Tubes were coming out of everywhere. From your arm, your nose, your mouth and there were fresh surgical dressings covering your abdomen where they had cut you open to get the baby out.

Kento couldn’t breathe. A strangled, animalistic sound tore from his throat like something between a sob and a scream and then he collapsed beside your bed. His hand shot out, desperately clutching yours, his entire body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs as he shook.

“I’m so sorry…..oh my god, I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” Kento’s voice shattered, his head dropping onto your hand as his body convulsed. His chest was heaving so violently that he was on the verge of hyperventilating. “I did this. I did this to you and I….”

He couldn’t stop sobbing. His forehead pressed against your limp hand, his body rocking as he cried like a child. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry….” he choked. “I made you hate your life and I trapped you. I killed you…. oh my god, I killed you….”

And the guilt hit him like a sledgehammer. 

Because it was true. All of it.

He saw the way you suffered. The way you faded every single day. The way you stopped smiling. The way you stopped living. And instead of saving you, he kept telling you to hold on. Just a little longer, love. We’re almost there. Just a little longer.

But you weren’t okay. And Kento didn’t listen. And now you were lying there. Pale, lifeless, barely hanging on. All because of him. And the weight of it crushed him whole. He felt like Atlas carrying the world on his shoulders.

And then finally, you woke up.

“…Kento?” your voice cracked.

“Baby.” he sobbed, grabbing your face, pressing desperate kisses all over your skin. “Oh my baby…..you’re awake. You’re awake. I thought I lost you. I thought….”

“…Where’s the baby?”

And Kento completely broke. “The baby’s fine, don’t worry.” he choked. “She’s perfect. She’s beautiful. But you….you scared the shit out of me, baby. Please don’t ever do that again.”

And when they finally brought your baby girl in and you held her for the first time — you did something you didn’t expect. You cried. And then you sobbed. Because for the first time in nine months — you finally felt something coherent. Something good.

“…She’s beautiful.” you gasped. “I didn’t think I’d love her. But I do. I love her so much.”

Kento just collapsed against your hospital bed, sobbing. “I knew you would. I knew you would.”

But things are like the weather.

They were bound to change.

You should have known.

THE FIRST MONTH WAS HARD, BUT AS TIME WENT ON, IT GOT WORSE. You came home from the hospital physically intact but mentally, you were gone. You still didn’t go back to school. You didn’t touch your textbooks. You didn’t even mention chemistry. The once-brilliant student who dreamed of working in a lab was now just… a mother. And you hated it.

Every single day felt like a fog. You were exhausted but it wasn’t the baby’s fault. You knew that much. It was you that was malfunctioning. You didn’t know how to connect with her. Every time she cried, you felt nothing.

Every time she smiled, you felt nothing. Every time Kento handed her to you and said something to praise your beautiful daughter, you didn’t know how to react. You just nodded and let it go.  And Kento noticed. God, he noticed.

Kento stayed home for a month. He refused to leave your side. He didn’t take calls, he didn’t attend meetings. He just stayed home. But his contract required him to go back to work eventually. And you… you told him to go.

“Go, you have to.” you whispered, your voice dead. “You have to work, Kento. We have bills. You already missed so much.”

But Kento didn’t want to.

“Baby— no. I don’t give a shit about work. I’m not leaving you like this.”

And you forced a smile. “I’m fine, Kento.”

But you weren’t.

You weren’t.

And Kento knew it.

But eventually, he had to go. He had no choice. His manager was calling nonstop. His agency was threatening breach of contract. He had a new film that needed him and Kento was the lead role. So he left. And the guilt burned a hole in his chest.

The first day he was back on set, he couldn’t focus. His co-stars were talking to him, the director was giving him instructions but all he could think about was you. Home. Alone. With a baby you didn’t love. Kento hated himself. 

He was filming a scene when his phone buzzed in his pocket — and when he saw your name pop up, he immediately froze. 

“CUT!” the director barked. “Kento, you okay?”

“…Yeah, director.” he croaked. “I just— I need five minutes.”

And then he ran.

He ran behind the trailer, shaking, and picked up the phone. “Baby?” he gasped, panic echoing in his voice. “What’s wrong? Is the baby okay? Are you okay?”

Silence. “…I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

And Kento’s heart completely shattered.

“Baby…..” his voice cracked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…..” you gasped, voice shaking. “I mean I can’t do this. I can’t be a mom. I don’t love her, Kento. I don’t—I don’t feel anything for her. I just feel empty. And I know she deserves better. I know you deserve better. I think….I….I just….”

Your voice cracked. “I think I ruined my life.”

Kento collapsed. “No, baby. No. Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” He was crying now, gasping into the phone. “You didn’t ruin your life. You didn’t. I promise I’ll fix this. I’ll come home right now—”

“No, you won’t.”

Kento completely broke. “Baby, please.”

“No, Kento. You have to work. We need the money. We need—”

“I don’t care about the fucking money!” Kento sobbed, clutching his hair. “I care about you! I care about our family! Please don’t give up on me, baby. Please don’t give up on her.”

But you just hung up.

Kento completely lost it.

He didn’t go back on set. He stayed behind the trailer, sobbing into his hands, shaking, thinking: “I ruined her life. I did this to her. She was supposed to be in college — not stuck at home with a baby.”

And that thought ate him alive. The next few weeks were worse. Kento was dying. Not physically but mentally, emotionally and spiritually, he was. Every single day he walked onto set, it felt like he was leaving you behind. And it was killing him.

Because all he could think about was you. Alone. Depressed. Hollowed out. Not wanting the baby. And he wasn’t there. He was never there. Every single time he put on that suit, stepped in front of the cameras, smiled for his co-stars. He was dying.

Because he knew. He knew the second he came home, you would be worse. Every day it got worse. Every fucking day.

At first, it was subtle. You were tired. Distant. Quiet. But then the days started stretching into weeks, and suddenly you weren’t just tired, you were empty. Your smiles were forced. Your voice was flat. You didn’t ask about his day anymore. You didn’t kiss him when he got home.

And Kento tried to justify it. It’s just the hormones. She’s overwhelmed. She’ll come back to me soon. She’ll come back to me.

But you didn’t.

And Kento broke down again.

Because the more days that passed, the less of you he saw.

You stopped eating dinner with him. You stopped holding the baby. You stopped getting out of bed. You wouldn’t look at him. And the worst part? You didn’t even cry. You just… stared. Blank. Numb. And Kento couldn’t handle it.

He fucking hated himself. Every single day he drove to set, his stomach would turn. He’d clench his jaw the entire time, his hands shaking as he held the steering wheel because he knew. You were at home. Alone. With a baby you didn’t love. And he wasn’t there. And the guilt was going to fucking eat him alive.

One night, Kento came home early. He couldn’t do it anymore. He was on set, trying to read his lines, but his hands were shaking. His mouth felt dry. His mind kept screaming to him: She’s alone. She’s not okay. She’s not okay. She’s not okay. Go home right now.

So he left. He didn’t even tell his manager. He just ripped off his mic and drove home. And when he walked through the door….You were just… sitting there. On the couch. Completely catatonic. Your body was slumped forward. Your eyes were glazed over, completely hollow. You weren’t blinking. You weren’t moving. You weren’t alive.

Baby?” His voice shattered.

Nothing. Kento’s heart slammed into his throat. He dropped his keys, his coat, everything, and sprinted toward you, falling to his knees in front of the couch.

“Baby, please….” his voice cracked. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs trembling as they brushed over your cheeks. “Please talk to me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

But you didn’t blink.

You didn’t look at him.

You just… stared at the wall.

Kento’s stomach lurched.

His throat closed.

And then you finally spoke.

In a voice so dead, so hollow, that it didn’t even sound like you anymore. “…I don’t want to be a mom anymore.”

“Baby,” his voice broke. He practically collapsed against you, his forehead pressing to your lap as his hands clutched yours. “Please don’t say that. Please, god—”

“I don’t.” you said flatly. Your voice didn’t even crack. It was just… dead. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want her. I don’t want anything.”

Kento’s entire body convulsed.

“Baby, no.” His voice split down the middle. His hands squeezed yours so tight his knuckles went white. “Please don’t talk like that. I know it’s hard. I know you feel alone. But I love you. I love our baby. We can fix this, baby. I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything.”

But you didn’t believe him.

Because the truth was — you didn’t want him to fix it.

You didn’t want help. You didn’t want therapy. You didn’t want him to stay home from work. You didn’t want him to coddle you or tell you it would get better.

You just wanted your old life back. You wanted school. You wanted chemistry. You wanted the future you spent years building. But instead, you were just Keiko’s mother. And you fucking hated yourself for it.

“I never wanted this.” you whispered numbly, your eyes glazed over. “I didn’t want to have a baby. I didn’t want to give up school. I didn’t want this life. And now it’s all I have.”

Kento couldn’t breathe. His chest split open. His hands shook violently as he tried to pull you closer, his head buried in your lap. “Please, baby….” his voice splintered. “Please don’t talk like that. I need you. Our baby needs you. We love you.”

But you didn’t respond.

You just kept staring.

Kento sobbed heavily.

His entire body convulsed. His shoulders shook. His throat ripped open as gut-wrenching sobs tore out of him. “I’m so sorry.” he gasped. His face buried into your lap, his tears soaking your clothes. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

And you didn’t comfort him. You didn’t hold him. You didn’t wipe his tears. You didn’t say anything. Because deep down, you hated him, too. You hated that he got to have a life. You hated that he still had his career. You hated that he still had a future.

And you, who you once knew?

You were just a mom.

You were trapped.

And you resented him for it.

YOU WENT AWAY FOR A LITTLE WHILE. It was a shut-in therapy. Somewhere far. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere that felt detached from the life you had been drowning in. Kento made the arrangements. You didn’t ask him to but he just did it. One night, after finding you curled up in the corner of the nursery, crying so hard you couldn’t breathe, he made the decision himself. 

You don’t even remember how it happened — one moment you were screaming I don’t want this, I don’t want this, I don’t want this life anymore, and the next, your husband Kento was quietly helping you with packing your bags.

“Baby….” his voice cracked, his hands trembling as he folded your clothes into a suitcase. “You need help. You need real help. And I can’t—” his throat choked up. “I can’t keep watching you like this. I can’t keep coming home to you like this. I need you to get better, baby. I need you.”

You didn’t fight him.

Because deep down, you knew.

You needed help.

And when you left, Kento didn’t cry. He didn’t break down. He didn’t beg you to stay. He just kissed your forehead, buckled you into the passenger seat, and drove you there himself. The drive was silent. But when you arrived and it came time for him to leave, you felt him break.

Kento clutched your hands so hard you thought he might shatter them. His forehead pressed to yours, his voice splintering as he begged. “Please come back to me. Please get better. Please..... I don’t care how long it takes, just please don’t give up on us.”

And then he left.

And you stayed.

And the first few weeks were hell.

You fought everything. The therapy. The group sessions. The self-reflection. The constant “how are you feeling?” The exposure therapy to bond with your baby. The “you’re not alone” pep talks from strangers who did not know you.

And every single night, you thought about calling Kento. You thought about screaming into the receiver I’m done, come get me, I can’t do this anymore, please just let me go home.

But you didn’t.

Because somewhere deep, deep, deep down, you wanted to get better. And slowly you did. It wasn’t linear. Some days were good. Some days were awful. Some days you held your baby in your arms and felt nothing. Some days you sobbed so hard that you thought you’d vomit. Some days you sat in the therapy circle, refusing to speak, refusing to participate, refusing to care.

But then some days, you looked at your baby and felt something. Not love. Not joy. But something. A tinge of warmth in your chest. A pang of protectiveness. And slowly, slowly, something began to grow. And then six months later, you came home. Kento was there, waiting for you.

The second you stepped through the door, his entire body crashed into you. His arms crushed you against him, his hands cradling the back of your head, his chest heaving as he sobbed harder than you had ever seen him cry.

“Baby!” he gasped into your hair, his voice cracking. “God, I missed you….I missed you so fucking much! I thought you’d never come back to me and Keiko.”

And you sobbed too.

Because you missed him. God, you missed him.

And that night, when you walked into the nursery and you saw your baby again for the first time in months. You cried harder than you ever had in your life. Because for the first time in a long while, you wanted her. And you didn’t hate her anymore.

But… the thing was, your relationship with Kento. It was never the same. You wanted it to be. You tried so hard. Kento tried, too. He was so patient. So gentle. So loving. But something between you both felt… off.

You had a hard time touching him. Being intimate with him. You couldn’t explain why but every time Kento kissed you, really kissed you, or ran his hands down your waist, or tried to pull you into his lap, your body would freeze.

Kento noticed. But he never pushed. He never said a word. He just waited. God, he waited. But the truth was you didn’t know how to give him that part of you anymore. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him. You did. You loved him so much. You adored him. You cherished him. You owed him your life.

But every time you tried to make love to him, it felt like you were reopening the wound. It felt like you were back there again. Heavily pregnant, crying yourself to sleep, suffocating in a life you didn’t want. And you hated it. You hated that your body betrayed you. You hated that you wanted to be with Kento, but the second he kissed you, you’d tense and apologize and turn away.

One night, he finally brought it up.

It was subtle. Careful.

“Baby…..” he murmured as you both laid in bed, his fingers brushing over your bare shoulder. “Do you… not want me anymore?”

And your heart dropped. “What?”

Kento swallowed thickly, his voice small. “You never touch me anymore. You never kiss me first. You… you flinch when I touch you sometimes. And I just…. I don’t know if it’s me or if you just… don’t want me anymore.”

“No — no, Kento, I do.” you sobbed, immediately turning to clutch his face in your hands. “I love you. I love you so much. I just…..I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to….. to be close to you. I want to. I really do. I just….”

Kento shook his head. “Baby, no.” his voice splintered. “It’s not your fault. God, it’s not your fault.”

But you still hated yourself for it.

Because every time Kento looked at you with that softness, that adoration, that undying love — all you could feel was guilt. Guilt for what you put him through. Guilt for resenting him. Guilt for pushing him away. And the fullness of the intimacy, it never really came back.

You tried.You forced yourself sometimes, letting him kiss you, letting him touch you — but it felt wrong. Not because of him. But because your body wouldn’t let you have it. Your body still remembers the trauma. Kento never blamed you.

But it killed him. Because every night he’d roll over in bed, aching for you but he wouldn’t touch you. He wouldn’t dare. He knew if he tried, you’d flinch. You’d shut down. And he couldn’t handle that. So, instead all he could do was just… love you from afar.

But how has that ever been enough?

THE FIRST TIME YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT KENTO’S CHEATING, IT WAS PURELY BY ACCIDENT. It must have been years later. After the therapy, after the recovery, after you slowly started piecing your life back together. Your daughter Keiko was already walking, already talking. You had gone back to school part-time, slowly finishing your chemistry degree. 

And your intimacy with Kento? It had started to come back. Well, not fully. Not like it used to be. But you were trying your hardest with everything. You wanted to make sure that you could do it again. Your husband was waiting, and he deserved it. He deserved your love so much more than anyone. 

You started off small. You started to hold hands and then you started kissing him again. You started letting him touch you again. You even started making love again. Though it still wasn’t what it once was. You didn’t initiate it. You didn’t crave it. You just… let it happen. Because you wanted to be close to him. You wanted to fix what was broken.

Yet, Kento was still distant. Not in the obvious way, no. Kento still loved you. Fiercely. Deeply. His hands were still gentle when he brushed your hair behind your ear. His voice was still soft when he murmured his devotions to you every morning. His kisses were still warm when he kissed you goodbye.

But in his eyes, you could see his eyes so clearly. His eyes always looked starved. Like he was still reaching for something you wouldn’t give him. Like no matter how hard you tried, it would never be enough. And deep down, you knew. You would never be able to give that to him ever again.

You saw it. Every night when he rolled over, half-hard in bed, but he wouldn’t touch you. Every morning when he’d linger in the shower, his back to you, his hand clenched into a fist. Every time you let him inside you, and you could feel the heartbreak in his touch, like he was still waiting for you to love him the way you used to.

And you hated yourself for it.

But you never thought…….

You never thought he’d cheat.

Until one day,  you saw the message.

You were on his phone. It wasn’t intentional. His phone was sitting on the coffee table while he was in the shower, and it buzzed. You didn’t think much of it at first — just a glance, a mindless reflex. But then you saw the notification. A text message. From a number you didn’t recognize.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was married.”

And your blood ran cold instantly.

You froze as your pupils dilated.

Your hand shook as you unlocked his phone. His password was your anniversary, for fuck’s sake and when you opened the message thread… It was all there. The proof.

It was from months ago. At least half a year. Some random woman. The messages were fragmented. But clearly, Kento had deleted most of them. But there was enough. Enough to piece it together.

The first message was from her. “Hey, I had fun last night :) Let me know if you ever want to do it again.”

And then his response — curt. “I can’t continue on with this. I’m married. I love my wife. And….I have a daughter.”

Then her response. “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again.”

And that was it. But it didn’t fucking matter. Because the implication was there. The truth was there. Kento had slept with her. He had fucked her. He had cheated on you. He decided to go on with this, swallowed by the need and by lust. 

And you just… You just sat there. Staring at the message. Feeling like the ground was ripped from beneath you. And the thing that destroyed you most was that you weren’t even surprised. Because you knew. You always knew.

You saw it in his eyes every single day. That hunger. That emptiness. That quiet, unspoken need for something you weren’t giving him. And you thought you were fixing it. You thought you were trying. But clearly… clearly it wasn’t enough. 

You didn’t confront him immediately. You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry. You didn’t throw his phone at him the second he walked out of the bathroom. You didn’t do anything. You just… sat there. And thought about it.

And the longer you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Of course he cheated.

Of course he did.

You deprived him for years. You denied him your body. You made him watch you suffer, made him sleep beside you every night knowing he couldn’t touch you, made him ache for you in ways you never fulfilled. That’s the worst part. You understood. You understood why he did it. That was the part that made you nauseous.

Because the truth was you had already broken his heart long before he ever stepped out of your marriage. You had pushed him away for so long, turned cold for so long, denied him for so long — that at some point, he just stopped waiting.

And you didn’t blame him.

You hated him. God, you hated him.

But you understood.  And you still loved him.

What a foolish game for a wallflower to grow on.

And when he finally came out of the bathroom, his hair still damp, towel slung over his shoulder, flashing you that soft, tired smile. You didn’t say a word. You just kissed him. Hard. Desperate. Like you hadn’t just been crushed to death by your heartbreak.

You grabbed his face, pulled him down, crushed your mouth to his like you were trying to rewrite history. Trying to pretend like you didn’t know what you knew. Trying to convince yourself that he was still yours. Kento froze for half a second, shocked by your sudden affection but then his hands snapped around your waist and he melted into you.

“Baby….” he gasped against your mouth, his voice needy, aching. “Fuck….. what’s gotten into you?”

You don’t say a word to him. Instead, you just clung to him. Like if you held him tight enough, like you could somehow undo the fact that he had already been touched by someone else. You let him take you that night. Hard. Rough. Desperate.

You let him fuck you like he hadn’t been able to for years, you let him do as he pleased. You let him crumble into you. His mouth on your neck, his hands fisting your hair, his voice breaking as he gasped over and over —“I love you. God, I love you.”

And you let him. Because in some fucked up way, you felt like you owed it to him, after making him suffer for so long. You spent years starving him, depriving him of life. So it was only fair that he found his comfort somewhere else.…Right?

Yet you stayed up after all that love making, alone.

No, you knew the correct answer all along.

But you were just too much of a fool to say it out loud.

AND JUST LIKE THAT, IT HAPPENS ALL OVER AGAIN. Once again, you were pregnant with your second child.  It wasn’t planned. You never wanted any more children, after all that had happened. But it happened. Yet it wasn’t that surprising. In some ways, this was the only way you could find yourself taking revenge against him. To make him just as miserable as you again.

Just weeks after you found out about his cheating, after you spent night after night letting him have you in every way he wanted, desperately trying to reclaim him, trying to erase the touch of another woman from his skin. You found yourself standing in the bathroom again, clutching a positive pregnancy test. And your stomach dropped.

Because the second those two pink lines stared back at you, you knew. The cycle was about to repeat. The suffocating weight of motherhood. The slow erosion of your identity. The same cold distance that once consumed your marriage was about to happen all over again. And the worst part was that you couldn’t even blame anyone but yourself.

Because you let him touch you again. You wanted to feel wanted, and to take revenge. You wanted to erase every part of every other woman’s palm on his. You opened your legs for him, night after night, desperate to keep him anchored to you, desperate to make him forget about the other woman and now, you were paying the price.

And when you told Kento, he broke. But not in the same way he did the first time. Not with pure, unfiltered joy. Not with a beaming smile and hopeful eyes. No, this time, Kento’s face crumpled. Yet you know that look on his face. It was just like the first time.

“Baby—” his voice cracked. “You’re….. oh my god, you’re pregnant again?”

And the heartbreak in his voice killed you. Because you knew. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking we’re not ready. He was thinking not again. He was thinking I just got her back. And now, it is happening again. Yet, you just knew in the back of his mind, he was thinking this was his punishment. This is what he gets for being the worst man on the earth.

The sleepless nights. Postpartum depression. The intimacy issues. The slow unraveling of your marriage. And you could see it,  the fear in his eyes. Yet, your husband Kento pushed it down. Because he was Kento fucking Nanami. He was a husband. A father. A provider. And regardless of how horrified he was, he refused to let you see it.

So he smiled.

Or at least, he tried to.

Yet you both knew the truth.

That smile felt like the biggest lie.

“That’s amazing, baby.” he choked, his voice strained. “Another baby. That’s… that’s incredible.”

And then he kissed you, soft and hesitant, like he was forcing himself to be happy. And you felt it. You felt the hesitation. The dread. The underlying regret. But you didn’t say anything. Because you were the one who let it happen. And just like that, the cycle began again.

Kento started working more. He said it was to provide for the baby, but you knew better. You knew it was because he was terrified. Because he was already bracing himself for what was about to come for you to spiral again, for you to shut down again, for you to stop loving him again.

You tried not to fall into the same pit you did last time. You tried to stay upbeat. You tried to keep loving Kento — loving him hard enough to make up for the fact that he once touched another woman. You tried to be a good wife. You tried to be excited about the baby.

But slowly… it just happened again.

The nausea. The fatigue. The aching loneliness when Kento came home late. The bitterness when you saw happy women on campus who still had their futures. The slow, creeping resentment every time you looked at your growing belly and thought I didn’t want this.

And worst of all, you started pulling away from Kento again. Not on purpose. But your body remembered. Your body associated pregnancy with trauma, with pain, with suffering and so it shut down. You couldn’t help it. Every time Kento touched you, your skin crawled. Every time he kissed you, you flinched. Every time he tried to make love to you, you just froze.

Kento felt it.

He felt you slipping away.

He felt your body turning cold again.

He felt the weight of your touchless nights,

He felt your silent dinners, your empty stares again.

And you knew.

You knew it was happening all over again.

But this time — it was worse.

Now you couldn’t stop thinking about her. The woman he had slept with. The one he turned to when you couldn’t love him the way he needed. And every time Kento touched you, you couldn’t help but lay there and wonder over and over again.

Did she feel warmer than you?

Did she kiss him like she wanted him?

Did she make him feel loved in a way you never could?

Kento could see it.

He could see the way you recoiled when he reached for you. He could see the distance growing between you again. He could see the guilt burning you alive. And he hated himself. Because the truth was, he never stopped loving you.

Even when he cheated. Even when he fucked another woman. It was never about love. It was never about you. It was about the ache. The desperation. The years of feeling like he was losing you and just needing something to hold onto. Now he felt like he was losing you again.

And deep down, he knew.

You were never coming back to him.

Not fully. Not the way you used to.

And Kento was slowly breaking under the weight of it.

Because no matter how much he loved you, it wasn’t enough.

It was never enough to keep you from falling out of love with him.

This is the world you gave birth to Nanami Kenshin.

LIFE GOES ON AS THEY USED TO SAY. Twenty five years, two whole decades and a half of that since you and Kento had first stepped into this chaotic life together. And somehow, despite everything, you made it.

You had raised two kids, a boy and a girl. Your Keiko and your Kenshin. They were both smart, both stubborn, both carrying that unmistakable sharpness in their eyes that mirrored your husband as much as their compassion had been garnered from your heart.

In all that agony you had come to know in your life, the pair kept you busy with almost everything they could think of. Troublemaking, homework, soccer games, dance recitals, late-night fevers. Everything about it is the messy, beautiful chaos of parenting that somehow keeps you moving forward.

And then there was Kento’s career, near thirty years as a veteran in the industry. He had gone from being the promising newcomer to a household name. Red carpets. Magazine covers. Award ceremonies where his face shone on giant screens as he walked up to accept yet another trophy. The world adored him. Respected him. Envied him.

And you were right there beside him for all of it.

The photographers always wanted you in the frame. His beautiful wife, standing gracefully at his side, draped in sleek designer dresses and glittering jewelry. They loved the way you smiled for the cameras, how your hand always rested delicately on his arm, how you played the part of the elegant, unwavering woman who had supported her husband through it all.

And for a while, you convinced yourself that this was enough. 

That this life, this carefully curated image of family perfection, was what happiness was.

You learned to smile in interviews, to talk about Kento’s dedication as a father and how proud you were of him. You learned to navigate the world of high society — dinner parties with producers, mingling with other industry wives, slipping into that role of effortless charm and poise.

But behind all the glitz and glamour, it was lonely.

With two kids to raise, and a husband to care for, there was little for you.

There was no room for you to be the woman you are.

Kento was rarely home. Always on set, always in meetings, always flying across the country for some event or another. And when he was home, he was exhausted. Conversations grew shorter. His kisses felt rushed. The intimacy you’d once fought so hard to reclaim began to fade again — not because you didn’t want him, but because he was never there.

You kept yourself busy. Raising the kids. Managing the house. 

Smiling at galas, posing for cameras, over and over again. 

Playing the part of the perfect wife in a perfect marriage.

But sometimes, when the house was dark and the kids were asleep, you’d sit alone in the living room clutching an old photograph from years ago, back when Kento’s hair was still short and his smile still reached his eyes and wonder if this was all there was left.

And maybe it wasn’t enough.

But you told yourself it had to be.

Because you had already sacrificed too much to turn back now.

So, you didn’t think of anything when it broke out in the headlines.

Kento Nanami, the beloved actor, devoted husband, father of two had allegedly been caught cheating again after nearly twenty five years of marriage.

You sat at the kitchen table, having breakfast like normal. The morning sun spilled through the windows, the smell of eggs and coffee filling the air, and the faint sound of the television humming in the background.

“Sources say the woman in question is a production assistant from his latest drama series—”

You didn’t flinch.

You didn’t look up.

You just kept stirring your coffee, like the words meant absolutely nothing to you. Kento, on the other hand, was frozen. Fork halfway to his mouth. Face pale. Chest rising and falling like he was trying not to hyperventilate. And then, slowly, ever so carefully,  he turned his head and looked at you.

“…Are you alright?” His voice cracked.

And that’s when you smiled.

You smiled, soft and easy. Like none of it mattered. Like you weren’t currently listening to the entire nation gossip about your husband’s infidelity. Like you weren’t being branded the foolish, pathetic wife who stayed after her husband cheated twice. Like you weren’t dying inside.

And with a voice far too calm, you said, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Kento’s entire face crumpled.

Because he knew.

He fucking knew.

That wasn’t real. That smile. 

That sweetness. That unbothered facade.

It was performative.

It was the same smile you gave him after your first child was born, when you were drowning in postpartum depression but still told him “I’m fine” over and over again.

It was the same smile you gave him one hundred times when he told you he was going to be late at home tonight, when he didn’t have to be. 

And now, now you are doing it all over again. Feigning nonchalance. Feigning strength. Feigning normalcy. And it destroyed him to bits beyond what he could stand.

“…Baby.” his voice cracked, his fork clattering against his plate. “You don’t have to…. I mean, we can talk about it if you want. I’ll….I’ll explain everything. I swear to god, it’s not what they’re saying—”

You laughed so heartily.

A soft, almost amused laugh.

And you took a sip of your coffee, still smiling. “I don’t need you to explain anything, Kento.”

His stomach dropped. “Wh–what?”

You met his gaze and your smile never wavered. “It’s not the first time, is it?”

And fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Kento’s mouth fell open. “Baby….no. It’s not like that….I swear I—”

“It’s alright.” You cut him off smoothly. Calmly. Almost too calmly. “Really. I don’t want an explanation.”

Kento visibly flinched. His heart was hammering so loud he swore you could hear it. “…You don’t?”

You shook your head, taking another bite of your eggs. “No. I’m just glad you had fun.”

And Kento lost it. 

“Baby….” His voice cracked violently, his chair scraping against the floor as he immediately dropped to his knees beside you, clutching your thigh like his life depended on it. “Don’t do this. Don’t shut me out again. Please, baby. Please yell at me. Cry. Scream. Break things. Just…. don’t act like you don’t care. Please. Please, baby, I know you care—”

You laughed again.

But this time — it was hollow.

“I don’t.” you said plainly, popping a piece of toast into your mouth.

And that broke Kento completely, you were sure.

“No, no, that’s not true.” his voice shattered, his grip on your thigh desperate. “You love me. I know you do. You still love me. Please don’t….don’t act like you don’t….. I’ll fix it, baby. I swear to god, I’ll fix it, I’ll—”

“Fix it?” you echoed, your voice soft. Curious. “Like you did the first time?”

Kento fucking froze. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Because you never talked about it. Ever. After his first affair, you never once brought it up. You forgave him in the silence. Or at least, you pretended to. You shoved it down, pretended it never happened, and let Kento crawl back into your arms without consequence.

Now you were smiling at him like he was nothing more than a pitiful stranger. “Your ears work fine, don’t they?”

“…I don’t know what to say.” he choked. His hands were shaking. His throat constricted. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please….please just tell me what to do. I’ll fix it. I’ll do anything. Just please don’t—”

“Don’t what?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

The look in your eyes killed him.

“Don’t leave you?” you continued, your voice sickly sweet. “Don’t abandon you like you abandoned me when I needed you the most? Don’t make you feel like I loved someone else the way you made me feel for years?”

Tears burned his eyes. “Baby, please—”

“It’s fine, Kento.” You smiled again. “Really. I’m not mad.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” You sipped your coffee. “I’m not anything.”

And Kento completely unraveled.

Because he could see it.

The way you looked at him now. Like he was just a man. Not your husband. Not your Kento. Not the love of your life. Just a man who happened to share your bed, your house, and your children. And it killed him.

“Do you still love me?” he finally choked out, his voice so small.

And you froze.

Just for a second.

But then you smiled again. 

Just as soft, sweet, cold as before.

“Of course, I do.”

And that was the sick part, wasn’t it?

You did. You still loved him. You loved him with your entire fucking soul. You loved him so much that it hurt. You loved him and you hated him with equal intensity. It was two sides of the same coin and it was tearing you apart.

And yet even if you do love him, you know what should be.

Kento didn’t deserve that love anymore.

And even if you have to act like you don’t love him, so be it.

Let him suffer the amount of suffering you had over that time.

So you kissed his forehead, brushed his hair back, and whispered. “You should finish your breakfast. You have work later.”

And then you stood up from your seat, cigarette on your lips.

And left him sobbing on the kitchen floor, lamenting.

You had errands left to run, after all.

A wife has too much to do, you know?

[harrysespresso]

short king | yt22

♡ summary: yuki hard launched over winter break but no one realized how tall you were till you’re photographed together in the melbourne paddock (essentially making the internet explode over your height difference & how cute your relationship is)

♡ pairing: yuki tsunoda x gf!reader

♡ warnings: none just fluff

♡ faceclaim: minnie mills

♡ a/n: this is a little short but i might post more of this pairing in the future (if that’s something you guys would want 🫣

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f1gossip Yuki Tsunoda photographed with girlfriend, YN LN as they entered the VCARB motorhome today.

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user887 they’re adorable 🤧

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user881 EVERYONES TALL TO YUKI 😭

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user98 THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE STFU-

user904 TALL QUEEN??

user654 TALL QUEEN 🤩

user021 THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 😭😭😩😩😩😩😩😩

user927 IVE DIED- THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THE FITS THE BODY LANGUAGE— THEYRE ADORABLE 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

user565 paddock it couple??

user196 YESS

user225 obsessed with them 😭

user981 they’re like perfect for each other 😭😭🤧

—— twitter

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user002 as he should ‼️‼️

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user923 HONESTLY

user454 IM OBSESSED WITH THEM 😭😭😭

user921 tall girl recognition is so special to me

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user981 OMG 😭

user102 THATS- 😭

user095 the fact she’s like short end of tall but still taller than him 💀

user410 i mean any taller would be crazyyyy 😭😭

user329 THATS LIKE A PERFECT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 😭😭

user410 ITS LIKE GOALS FR

user923 quickly becoming my favorite couple 🫣🫣

user410 i fear im parasocial about them 🤧

user923 i’m actually their pet cat 🤧🤧

user991 IM OBSESSED 😭

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yourusername aussie date night with my short king (i don’t think he’s that small guys 🤷‍♀️)

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user983 BYE NOT THE TINY YUKI 😭

yourusername no idea what you mean he looks reallyyy tall here 🤷‍♀️

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user021 TINY YUKI 😭😭😭

user103 YUKI WAS EVEN SHOCKED 😭

user978 he got caught up in how hot his gf is 😭😭💀💀

lando can’t believe you’d do him like that 🙂‍↔️

yourusername whaaat he’s a short king ☹️☺️

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danielricciardo see i know you edited that photo yuki isn’t that tall ☝️

yourusername you got me 🫤😔

yukitsunoda0511 i’m being bullied.

user765 YN quickly becoming everyone’s favorite wag:

user067 wow yuki is way taller in that photo! great picture angles queen! ♥︎ by author

lilymhe you’re actually my favorite person ever 😭😭

yourusername i’m flattered omg 🤭

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caption 1 i’ve been told by an unnamed source (yuki) that i need to apologize for bullying him on the internet (consider the next slide my formal apology) caption 2: my SINCEREST apologies to my sweet sweet tiny little baby pookie

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yukitsunoda0511 this doesn’t feel like an apology 🤨

➥ yourusername oh! that’s because it’s not hope this helps ☺️

➥ yukitsunoda0511 that’s just cruel treating your short king bf this way 🙂‍↔️

➥ yourusername the internet started it i’m just fueling the fans 🤭

➥ yukitsunoda0511 MENACE 😭

➥ yourusername i love you too 😚

➥ yukitsunoda0511 🥲 i love you (even though you’re a bully)

user992 NEVER CHANGE QUEEN 😭

user021 THE MEMES 😭😭😭

user192 this is so gen z i love it💀💀

lilymhe BYE 😭😭😭😭

avantika formula one fans don’t know how unhinged you are yet 😭

➥ yourusername they’re learning so very slowly 😭😭😭

user876 my favorite f1 couple BY FAR 😭😭😭😭😭

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yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511 my tall girl dump 🩵

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user985 STOPPP 😣😭

user765 me thinking this was a cute dump until i got to the last slide: 🥲

pierregasly EVIL 😭😭

yukitsunoda0511 this is revenge‼️

user525 I CANT 😭 THEY HAVE THE SAME SENSE OF HUMOR

user945 we better continue getting embarrassing photos of them both cause this is iconic 😭😭😭

yourusername YUKI WTF 😭

yukitsunoda0511 whaaaa my finger must’ve slipped 🤷‍♂️

yourusername I CANT STAND YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

lilymhe BABY YN 😭😭

yourusername i was the same height as yuki is now

yukitsunoda0511 yourusername WTF

isackhadjar despite the last photo this is actually a very cute post 😭

user917 the fact they can joke with each other like this is what makes them goals 😭😭

user876 the height difference also helps

user917 that it does.

user673 YN WAS ADORABLE AS A KID 😭😭

user826 couple goals 😭😭

user918 super parasocial rn 🥲🥲

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yourusername that’s a wrap on melbourne!! was gonna do a cute lil dump but realized i already posted like every photo i took so enjoy the only one no one posted 🤷‍♀️😚

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avantika too chronically online to save photos for a dump 💀

yourusername shhh don’t call me out im supposed to be cool and mysterious 👀👀

user914 CUTIES 😭😭

user376 tomdaya of f1 ‼️

user995 short king x tall queen 😝

lilymhe had so much fun!! can’t wait till next time😚

yourusername mwah you’re the best 🫶🏻🫶🏻

francisca.cgomes best person to wander around the paddock with!

yourusername love ya kiks 🫶🏻

user934 this is the cutest 😭😭

user109 her little grin theyre so in looooove 😭😭😭😭

user522 PADDOCK IT COUPLE ‼️

user876 POINTS FOR YUKI!!! YUKI DOMINATION ‼️‼️‼️

user995 YUKI DOMINATION ‼️

yukitsunoda0511 i love you sm 🩵 thank you for being my lucky charm this weekend and for always supporting me 🙃

yourusername i love you so much yuki and im always your biggest fan 🥹🥲🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[delulustateofmind]

I need some comfort right now been feeling depressed lately : ( could I request some headcanons of the JJK men with a depressed reader or a reader who uses a weighted blanket to help them relax because I usually sleep with weighted blankets.

Sorry for venting a bit pookie I don't wan to ruin your mood platonic forehead smoothies for you have. Great day!

Anon-🧜‍♀️

Sorry this one took me so long, it was really just me wanting to do it justice because I know exactly how that mood feels. It's icky, you just want to be in a bubble, ugh. Not fun. Hope this makes you feel better 🧜‍♀️ anon. Remember that bad days are just days that are bad :) Get outside, do a small little hobby, even just getting up and walking around is a win.

JJK men x Depressed! Reader WC: 2.1k Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami

Gojo Satoru is typically a ball of endless energy, a powerhouse of sorts. He fills rooms with his presence alone, an ever-burning sun that refuses to be ignored. But when he comes home and you don’t greet him, when your laughter doesn’t echo against the walls, when you don’t even move from your place in bed, that light dims.

The usual clatter of his arrival fades into something quieter, more hesitant. White brows knit together beneath his blindfold as he watches the still lump of blankets, the way you curl into yourself like you’re trying to disappear. He’s seen this before with Suguru. He won't let that happen to you. His steps are slow as he approaches the bed, a stark contrast to the usual airiness of his movements. He crouches beside you, a pop of his knees, long fingers ghosting over the edge of the blanket. He doesn’t rip it away, doesn’t force you to look at him.

"Hey, princess." his voice came out softer than usual, all the teasing lilt gone, replaced with something quieter. Something real.

When you don’t respond, when you don’t even stir, something in him cracks. Without a word, he climbs into bed beside you, pressing himself close. He doesn’t care if you’re curled up beneath layers of blankets; he’ll wedge himself in however he needs to, something he's rather good at. He flops on top of you like a lazy starfish at first, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck, but when you don’t laugh, when you don’t even shift to complain about his weight, his playfulness evaporates. Moving to slip his lanky arms around you, no longer just resting but holding. His fingers find yours beneath the blankets, carefully intertwining them, a firm grip but not suffocating. His warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he murmurs, "You don’t have to talk. You don’t have to move. Just let me stay, okay?"

And he does. He stays for as long as it takes, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder, letting his warmth seep into you. The usual hum of his boundless energy is dulled, reduced to something slower, softer - like a dog curling up beside its favorite person after a long day. When he finally coaxes you to peek out from the blankets, just enough so he can see your face, his heart breaks. Your eyes are distant, unfocused, as if the world itself has blurred at the edges. He reaches out, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, before gently, so gently, pulling his blindfold off.

"C’mon, sweetheart. Look at me."

It’s rare, the moments where he lets you see him like this. No barriers, no teasing, no distractions. Just Satoru. His bright blue eyes search yours, trying to find something within the emptiness. When you don’t speak, when you just blink up at him, exhausted and hollow, he doesn’t push. He only presses a few pecks to your forehead (slips in a few wet smoochies too, it's a bad habit he's trying to break), like he’s trying to press all the words he can’t say directly into your skin.

"You’re still here." His hand slips beneath the blankets, resting against your stomach, his fingers spreading wide as if to keep you close to him, as close as possible.

"You know what that means?" voice tinged with something so soft, so achingly tender that it doesn’t even sound like him. "It means you’re winning, baby." He doesn’t care if you don’t believe it right now. He’ll believe enough for the both of you.

Geto Suguru doesn’t tend to overwhelm you with words. He knows what it’s like to have nothing left to say. Instead, he gives you presence when everything feels too heavy to bear alone. When he finds you curled up in bed, buried beneath layers of blankets, he doesn’t force you to move. He doesn’t try to coax you into sitting up or pretend like things aren’t as bad as they feel. He simply sits beside you, lowering himself onto the mattress with slow, languid movements. His fingers skim over the fabric covering your back, giving a gentle rub with the warmness of his palm. He doesn’t push the covers away, doesn’t pry you from your cocoon of silence. He just rests a hand there, an unspoken reminder: I’m here. I’m not leaving.

Suguru’s hands have taken lives, crushed throats, ended countless existences with the flick of his wrist. But when they touch you, they do so with an unbearable gentleness. He brushes stray strands of hair from your face, his thumb stroking slow circles into your skin. His lips find your forehead, your temples, your eyelids. His breath warms your skin as he whispers against your pulse, "You’re still here."

He knows better than to expect an answer. So instead, he talks, filling the silence with the low, steady hum of his voice. He tells you about the morning’s errands, about the way Mimiko scalded her fingers trying to make him tea and how Nanako lectured her for ten minutes straight. He recounts little moments, the ones that don’t feel important but carry the weight of life moving forward. He doesn’t demand a response - he just offers his words freely, weaving them around you like a safety net, something to keep you tethered to the present.

Even in your silence, he notices everything, the way your lips part slightly, as if trying to form words you don’t have the energy to say. The way your fingers twitch against his sleeve, small and barely noticeable, but he notices. He always notices. So he shifts closer, wrapping you in the kind of embrace that says, You don’t have to carry this alone.

When the weight of it all becomes unbearable, when you’re too exhausted to even hold yourself up, he gathers you into his lap and cradles you against his chest. He holds you as if you are something precious, something fragile, something that must be protected at all costs. His fingers ghost over your spine, his other hand tucked beneath your legs, securing you against him like he can shield you from the weight pressing down on your soul. "I won’t let you drown, love. I won’t lose you."

And later, when your breathing finally slows, when you’ve slipped into exhausted sleep, Suguru lets himself break.

He clutches you tighter, pressing his lips to your hair, and in the dead silence of the room, a single, choked sob escapes him. He has lost too much already - his friends, his future, his faith in the world. He cannot lose you too.

"Please don’t go where I can’t follow."

No matter how long it takes, no matter how many days you struggle to get out of bed, no matter how many nights you say nothing at all, he stays. Because if there’s one thing he can still give you, one thing he can offer without hesitation, it’s time. And as long as you are still here, as long as you are still breathing, as long as there is even the smallest part of you still fighting, then so will he.

"Whenever you're ready, love. I’ll be right here."

Nanami Kento is not a man of grand gestures. He does not smother you in words or try to mend wounds with empty reassurances. He notices the shift immediately. The way your responses become slower, shorter. The way you hesitate before speaking, like the weight of forming words is too much effort. The way your once-lively eyes dim, dulled by something heavy and unseen. It’s a small thing, seemingly insignificant. But Nanami thrives on routine, and so do you. Every evening, without fail, you meet him at the entrance, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, but always offering a soft, quiet "Welcome home."

Tonight, the air is still. His fingers tighten around the strap of his briefcase. He exhales slowly, composing himself before stepping inside. His gaze sweeps over the apartment, seeking you out, his heart sinking when he finds you curled up on the couch, motionless beneath a heavy throw blanket.

You don’t look up when he approaches. You barely move at all.

Nanami sets his briefcase down carefully as if any sudden movement might disturb the fragile stillness around you. He lowers himself to his knees beside the couch, resting a warm hand on the blanket that covers your shoulder. His thumb moves in slow, rhythmic strokes.

"You haven’t eaten today, have you?"

It’s not an accusation, not a demand. Just a quiet observation. You shake your head, barely perceptible beneath the blanket. He hums softly, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"I see."

Nanami does not tell you to get up. He does not urge you to shower, or take a walk, or “freshen up.” He knows the weight you carry is not so easily shaken off. So instead, he disappears into the kitchen, moving with the same precision he does in everything. A few minutes later, he returns with a simple meal, nothing overwhelming, nothing heavy. A bowl of miso soup, a small plate of tamagoyaki, and a cup of warm tea. He doesn’t expect you to eat much. He doesn’t expect you to eat at all. But he sets the tray on the table beside you, within reach, and sits down next to the couch with patience.

"Just a few bites," he says softly. "It doesn’t have to be much."

There is no pressure. No frustration. Just him.

When you finally take a small sip of tea, his shoulders relax almost imperceptibly. He doesn’t praise you for it, doesn’t act as though it’s some great feat, but the subtle way he exhales tells you that it matters to him. That you matter to him.

Nanami stays with you for the rest of the night. He does not ask you to talk. He does not demand explanations. He only stays, his hand resting over yours. Later, when the night stretches on and you’re still curled against the couch, he gathers you into his arms, lifting you easily. You make a small noise of protest, but he only presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring softly, "Bed, love. You'll sleep better there."

He tucks you beneath the covers, slipping in beside you, his warmth radiating through the sheets. His arm drapes over your waist, pulling you close to the warmth of his chest. His breath is steady, slow, coaxing yours to match.

"I know it’s hard," he murmurs into your hair, voice laced with quiet exhaustion. "But you’re not alone. And you never will be."

[delusiondolly]

𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞“𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧“ 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 , 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 . 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 , 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞 , 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!) , 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬! (𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 , 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬🙃 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤🫶 (𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃😓)

You and Chris had been on bad terms for days. Its just the friends with benefits wasn’t cutting it no more. You felt like you were getting too attached. You honestly didn’t know why you agreed to being friends with benefits, you knew how your heart was. Sex wasn’t going to be just sex with you and you still agree.

Once you started feeling attached to Chris, you had started to withdrawal from any interaction with him. A few days ago, You texted him and told him you wanted to stop this. When Chris saw that, he instantly started blowing up your phone with calls and text messages, asking did he do anything wrong, can you call him. He just kept calling and eventually he stopped.

Now , today . You had gotten a text from Chris.

Chris : Let’s talk this out in person. 8:23 pm

Chris : After this , I swear I won’t ever bother you again. 8:25 pm

You: Where. 8:30 pm

Chris : Come to my apartment. 8:30 pm

After that , you didn’t respond. You just got into your car and drove to Chris’s place. You felt a little bit hesitant about this but you just needed to get Chris off your back and if he was willing to after this talk then it’d be better for you.

Arriving at Chris’s apartment , you just prepared yourself while on the way up. As you knocked on his door , you just started to think if this was the right idea , should you turn back now . The door was opening so no running now. You see Chris as he opens the door with a small smile.

“Hey”

“Hey”

He stepped aside to let you inside the apartment. You walked inside , not really expecting anything but suddenly when you heard the door shut, you felt your arm being pulled to turn you around. Your back was now on the door and you were faced to face with Chris but his face was only an inch from yours.

“Why did you suddenly just cut me out.”

He looked like he wanted to explode , If you weren’t so deep in this situation then it would’ve been funny to you but you weren’t here to play with Chris , not when this was deeply turning you on.

“I found someone , Chris. We can’t do this anymore.”

Chris just stared at you , his expression changing from mad to hurt. The expression he had on his face almost broke you, you wanted to comfort him so bad but you know it would only lead to you getting hurt more. You weren’t going to break yourself trying to put up with someone you had feelings for and only fucking them-

“Theres no one but me.” Chris growled

Chris had gripped your wrist and was forcefully pulling you towards his bedroom. You swear that if you were in the situation now , you’d be enjoying his roughness but you weren’t here to fuck him right now.

“Chris , let me go!”

Chris pulled you through his bedroom doors and that’s when you knew he had you. Chris threw you on his bed and turn to lock the door. When he turned around , you were standing up , facing him with a irritating expression on your face.

“Chris. I am not here to fuck you. Sex won’t fix this.”

Chris just stepped towards you , put his fingers through your hair then brought your lips to his. You moaned , fuck you were going to miss this. One last time wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Strip.”

You never stripped so fast, it was like your body , moved on it own. As you were getting naked , Chris was stripping as well but watching you so intensely. It made you throb so much. Fuck.

Chris moved his fingers to circle your clit and massage your pussy. You moaned as he slowly stuffed your hole with two fingers , he started at a fast pace , wet sounds and gargled moans bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck Chris, so good,” you babbled out

Chris kept fucking you with his fingers until you came all over his finger , you could feel your cum running down your leg. You were so dizzy that you almost fell but caught you and laid you partially on the bottom of the bed. On your stomach. You heard Chris groaning, stroking his cock while looking at the sight before him.

You felt his cock rubbing against your hole and running through your lips. Then you felt his tip prodding your pussy open, He forced his way through your tight hole , bullying his big cock deep into your walls. It hurted so bad but so good , it’s always like this when Chris fucks you. Your pussy can never get used to his cock,

“Chris, it hurts”

Chris ignored you and started thrusting. Hard. Chris was fucking you like he hated you right now. The way he’s about destroy your hole is crazy but you were enjoying every moment of it , his fast paced never letting up but only going faster , you felt his heavy balls clapping against your ass and wet sounds filling the room. All you could feel was your body burning and the smell of sex filling the room.

Chris had you arched over the end of his bed , fucking you into oblivion then he stopped, grabbed your right leg laid it on the bed , now you were laid spread open on the bed. He started to drill his hips into yours, this caused you to squeal and start pushing him , pushing at his stomach. It was too much . You couldn’t take it.

“Chris , I can’t take it.” You cried

“You can and you will y/n.”

You kept reaching back to push at his stomach until he grabbed your wrists together and pinned them to your back. Chris had you pinned and continued to drill his hips in to yours. Chris fucked you into mush, all you could do is babble. He kept hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again, you were overstimulated, all of your senses were in overdrive.

You felt hands snake into your hair and pull your hair, that made you arch off the bed. Chris pulled you back close enough for you to hear him.

“This pussy is mine. I ruined this pussy now you can’t give it to nobody else.”

“Who pussy is this?”

“It’s yours, Chris” you whimpered

“Fuck, you’re so good to me.” He said as he kissed down your shoulder

“Can I cum please , Chris”

“You can cum all over my cock like a good girl” he groaned

You felt the knot in your stomach burst you came so hard that you felt like you blacked out. Chris let go of you but he wasn’t done yet, he pulled out and flipped you over on your back into a matting press position and jack-hammered his hips into yours. All you could do is babble nonsense while Chris chased his release, your brain was fucked into putty.

“I’m going to cum mm fuck baby girl, I love you so much” he whimpered

Those last few word pulled you out of a stupor and you looked at him , his fucked out expression made him look even more handsome. As Chris came inside you , your knot bursted again. Chris pulled out and watched the mixed juices run out your pussy. He snapped out of the exotic scene and went to get a wet rag to clean you guys up.

Your mind was still on them three words he said to you. Could this really turn into something more than what you guys had?

Chris came back with the wet rag and cleaned you up, you shivered at the coldness of the rag when it touch your sensitive private. He threw the dirty rag in his hamper and pulled you up into the bed. He laid you on his chest and all you could hear is his breathing. His chest moving you up and down.

“Did you mean it?”

You looked up at him , locking eye contact with him.

“I did. The moment I heard you say someone else.. I couldn’t take it. The thought of anyone but me having you was something I never want to happen.”

You stared at him for a bit. “So what does that mean for us?”

“What is this now”

“Do you love me?” Chris asked

“…yeah I do.” You answered

“Then I love you too”

(@𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 , 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧!)

[paucubarsisimp]

clingy

pairing: pau cubarsi x clingy!reader

summary: in which you want to be as close as possible to your boyfriend

warnings: none!

tagged: @barcapix, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

the soft afternoon sunlight drifted lazily into the living room, casting warm, golden beams across the couch where pau had sprawled out. his favorite oversized hoodie swallowed him up, its sleeves too long, and he had his legs tucked up underneath him as he scrolled through his phone, absentmindedly checking messages. he looked completely at ease, the quiet of the apartment wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.

you, however, were a different story. you were wearing your favorite hoodie, the one that was soft and worn-in, the sleeves just long enough to cover most of your hands. the weather outside was perfect for lounging, and yet, all you could think about was being as close to pau as possible. there was something about the way he looked—relaxed, content—that made you feel the pull to be near him.

you hesitated for a moment, watching him from across the room. he was always so calm, so grounded, and in moments like these, when he was just being himself, you felt that need to be close to him, to feel his presence surrounding you. he always made you feel safe and at ease, and today was no different.

without saying anything, you quietly padded across the room, your steps light and soft, until you reached him. without warning, you slid onto the couch, crawling into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. pau looked up just in time to see you settle there, blinking in mild surprise, but there was a smile tugging at his lips almost immediately.

“hey,” he said softly, his eyes brightening as he put his phone down. “what’s this?”

“i’m just getting comfy,” you said, your voice a little muffled as you nuzzled your face into the warmth of his hoodie. you curled yourself closer to him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as you made yourself comfortable. “you looked so relaxed. i couldn’t resist.”

he chuckled, his arms moving to hold you, adjusting his position slightly to give you more space in his lap. “you’re always so clingy,” he teased, though there was no real edge to it—just affection.

“i’m not clingy,” you said, sounding half-defensive as you shifted slightly to get even more comfortable. “i’m affectionate.”

“you’re definitely affectionate,” he agreed, the smile in his voice evident as he ran his fingers gently through your hair. “but i’m not complaining. i kind of like it when you’re like this.”

you grinned to yourself, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch, the steady rhythm of his fingers through your hair lulling you into a deep sense of comfort. you could feel the warmth of his body radiating through his hoodie, and you just couldn’t get enough of it. you loved how he always made you feel like you were exactly where you belonged.

“i think i could stay like this forever,” you murmured, your voice soft as you tightened your arms around him, pulling him in just a little closer.

pau smiled down at you, his hand resting gently on your back as he held you in his lap. “i wouldn’t mind that,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your hoodie as he traced small, comforting circles on your skin. “you know, you’re really good at making me forget about everything else.”

you hummed in contentment, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your fingers playing lightly with the sleeve of his hoodie. “i’m just good at making you want to relax,” you teased lightly, but the words were soft, almost sleepy. “i’ll be your personal relaxation coach if it means i get to stay in your lap.”

pau chuckled, the sound warm and low, and for a moment, you both fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the peace that came from just being close to each other. his hand continued to gently trace patterns on your back, and you couldn’t help but feel completely at ease, your entire body relaxing into his.

“honestly, i don’t think i’ve ever been this comfortable,” you murmured after a while, feeling the weight of your body pressing against him, your head still nestled on his chest. “like, i could just stay here forever.”

pau kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a second longer than usual. “me too,” he said, his voice soft as he pulled you closer, the warmth of his chest surrounding you completely. “i don’t think i’d ever get tired of this.”

you smiled, your fingers lazily tracing circles on his hoodie, content in the quiet of the moment. the outside world felt so far away, the only thing that mattered was this—being wrapped up in him, the feeling of his heartbeat against you, the rhythm of his breathing steady and calming.

“i don’t ever want to move,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“then don’t,” pau replied simply, his voice steady and filled with affection. “we’ll stay like this as long as you want.”

and with that, you both just melted into the comfort of the moment, no words necessary, just the gentle sound of your breaths and the warmth of his arms keeping you both close. everything outside of that little bubble you’d created together disappeared. all that mattered was being here, together, wrapped in softness and warmth, feeling like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

FRRRRRRR ITS FUCKING CRAZZYYY

Like thematically and narratively it has so much impact too. Beyond even the funnies it’s like. When Asriel’s name is said in DR, everyone holds their breath. Because it’s Asriel. And in universe, everyone’s like, yeah, it’s just Azzy. But it adds so much weight to every mention as the player. We already care about him, we’re already invested in him, and the ghost of Flowey/UT haunts him even in this new game. To give this version of him ANOTHER sibling after everything with Chara - it’s genius bcus it makes his relationship with Kris feel complicated and heavy without even showing them interacting. And we don’t even know if like. It even really is ig. And there’s something so. LOUD about how quiet his existence is, I guess? That he’s not the absolute god of hyperdeath (to our knowledge), that’s he’s just some college student, because like. You’re looking at this normal, average, kind person and you’re thinking - oh my god. He doesn’t even know what he’s capable of. Do any of them know what he’s even capable of? Look at what he could’ve been if things were a little different. Look at the normal(ish) life he never could’ve had. DR!Azzy thinking he could never kill someone. The player knowing he killed everyone he ever loved in another universe. To see him simply on the surface, sun shining on him, surrounded by golden flowers - it could be mundane, if it were anyone else. If it were any other story. There is something so gut wrenching about the casualness and normalcy after having gone years with him being fucking FLOWEY THE FLOWER and ASRIEL DREEMURR. Ahaha. Sorry. I’m insane. I’m insane I’m insane I’m insane

tbh it is kind of crazyfucked up to have such a seriously fucked and doomed character like asriel/flowey who has over the course of the story been so thoroughly put through the blender like this guy has died and been brought back to life with experimental science and then been stuck in a groundhog day scenario for hundreds of years then some fucking twerp shows up and rocks his shit and then has the nerve to save his soul and forgive him like.

and then in deltarune hes just some guy

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perv!matt x innocent!reader♡ | pt.8 ❤︎ first time

pt.7 here | masterlist

warnings: this contains sexual content, but it is all consensual. pure filth, fingering, dirty talk, titty play, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, literally smut at its finest.

word count: 6820

It was midnight and you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned all night, but you still couldn’t get yourself to actually fall asleep. Was it the fact that your brain was on overdrive thinking about the stack of homework you have to finish by the end of the week for school, or the fact that your friends are trying to set you up on a date with someone you clearly had no interest in? No matter what you tried to do, you just couldn’t get comfortable enough to actually fall asleep. 

You laid there, staring at the ceiling and contemplated getting up and finding your bottle of melatonin gummies. They were only used when you were absolutely desperate and out of options. Now was one of those times. You didn’t even bother to check your phone, not wanting to rope yourself into staying on your phone because it would only make your brain more awake and stay up longer than you wanted to.

When you walked downstairs to your kitchen to find the bottle you kept close just in case, you heard a knock at your front door. You jumped slightly in surprise at the sudden noise, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Nobody ever visits this late, especially unannounced.

You looked down at your body to make sure you didn’t look ridiculous when opening up the front door. You wore your pink lace pajama shorts and matching tank top. Maybe it was someone at the wrong house, considering it’s happened before, but never this late.

Once you opened up your front door, you came face to face with the person you were least expected to see: Matt. 

He immediately took in your appearance, his cheeks warming up automatically and bringing his hand up to the back of his neck and began to rub it gently, a nervous habit of his. His eyes scanned your body and how comfortable, yet sexy you looked. You suddenly felt shy, which is something that seemed to happen quite a lot around Matt, but in the absolute best way. 

“Hey, sorry to drop by unannounced, but I can’t sleep, and I needed to see you.” You could tell he was nervous, his voice shaking slightly. He brought his attention back up to your eyes, flashing you a shy smile. 

You were surprised at his words, considering he had never done something like this before. In all honesty, it made you feel special. No other boy has ever treated you the way Matt has, and you two weren’t even dating. You can’t help but think about all of the things you two have done the last couple months, and how it left you genuinely curious about him, and your feelings towards him in general.

Your cheeks already felt warm, but the cold air coming in from the outside left a chill down your spine and your nipples to instantly harden against the thin fabric of your tank top. You watched Matt as his eyes averted towards your chest, his breath getting caught in his throat. 

“Come in.” You moved over to the side of the door to allow him to step foot into your house. You were surprised he was here, considering it was midnight, and the fact that he mentioned needing to see you. Everything Matt does is fucking adorable. Even when he thinks he’s being subtle about it, he really isn’t. Sometimes you let your mind wander a little too much about him, and wonder about the fascination he has with you. 

Matt walked into your house as you closed and locked the door behind you. You looked over at him with a small smile, biting gently onto your bottom lip as you stared at him. You had to admit, he looked really fucking good tonight. 

He looked nervous, but also like there was something on his mind that he wanted to talk about. “Sorry, I just don’t know how much longer I can stand it.” He bit onto his bottom lip, rubbing the back of his neck once again as he stared at you. It was hard to read his expression, but you could tell he was nervous, like he needed to say, or do something.

You furrowed your eyebrows in a confused manner as you kept your eyes solely focused on him in front of you. His gray sweatpants hung low around his waist, his hand still rubbing the back of his neck which made his shirt rise up and giving you a slight glimpse of the waistband of his briefs. Your cheeks grew even more warm just by staring at him, but it was impossible not to. Matt was so shy, so sweet, so quiet, but he had to know how insanely attractive he was and could pull any girl if he really wanted to. The thought of that made your stomach churn with jealousy, and you weren’t sure why.

For so long, you have known about Matt’s little crush on you. He’s always treated you differently than his brothers. Even though they were also caring and would protect you in a heartbeat, it was different with Matt. He was more invested in you, noticed the little things about you that not even your best friends noticed, and was sexually attracted to you. Ever since the moment through the window, the seven minutes in heaven at the party, when his wet dream turned into a reality and your rendezvous going to the sex shop and him testing the toy out on you, you began to view him differently. He wasn’t just the nerdy, quiet one, he was so much more than that. 

“What do you mean you can’t stand it, Matt? What’s wrong?” 

He took a step closer to you with bravery evident in his posture. His eyes stayed locked onto yours the entire time. “I can’t stand not having you. I’ve tasted you on my tongue, I’ve dreamt of it every single night since then. I’ve been craving you since the day I met you. I need you so badly.” His tone was thickened with desperation, like it's been something he’s been holding in for awhile. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, not sure what to say to any of this. It almost felt like a declaration of his love and adoration for you, and you weren’t sure how to process any of it. You knew that you felt something for him, that was a given, you just weren’t sure how to process it properly and what to do with those feelings. 

You both stood in front of one another as he moved closer, his hand moving over to place his index and middle finger underneath your chin to tilt it up so that your eyes can stay solely locked in his. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest with anticipation rolling through you. You had no choice, not that you would want it any other way, but to stare deeply into his pretty ocean blue eyes. “Is that why you can’t sleep?” Was all you managed to say, your voice shaking slightly from feeling a little nervous.

He nodded his head almost immediately. Desire and need filled his gaze as he moved his hand away to begin tracing your soft, pink pouty bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “I need you so much, sweetheart. So much that it pains me sometimes. Seeing you around my brothers and knowing I want to just kiss you in front of them, not caring what they think. My drawer is filled with your panties, imagining how they fit around your pretty pussy and ass and if you soak through them with your slick wetness. I grab a pair and pump my dick against them, imagining I’m fucking into you so deep that you moan my name. I look out my window sometimes, hoping I’d get a glimpse of that beautiful body, fuck.”

 He spoke the last words through clenched teeth, like it literally ached within him to be saying these words out loud. “Ever since I got a taste, I’ve wanted more. Need more.” 

You couldn’t find the words and didn’t know how to process what he was saying to you. All you knew was that you could feel your core aching already, your lacy thong becoming coated with your own slick arousal. Matt had the power to turn you on more than any other guy ever had in the past. You found yourself emitting a soft whimper from your lips as he continued to brush your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. 

His lips curved up into a small smirk, obviously hearing the little noise that you made. A simple noise coming from your pretty lips went straight to his dick, a grunt leaving his lips. Any noise you made, the way you looked at him, or moved around him only made him want you even more. 

“Fuck, Matt.” You breathed out, your cheeks growing even more warm by the second. Not even 10 minutes ago, you couldn’t sleep and was about to find your melatonin gummies and now here you are, squeezing your legs together due to the wetness pooling in your panties from Matt’s words, and his words alone.

His smirk grew wider, obviously aware of the effect he was having on you, his fingertips moving down your jawline to the base of your neck, his eyes staying locked onto yours the entire time like if he pulled his gaze away from you, you’d disappear and he didn’t want that at all. His eyes grew a darker shade of blue, complete desire filling his gaze. “I need to fuck you, sweetheart. Will you let me? Please let me. I promise I’ll be so good to you. Just wanna cherish you and this perfect body.” His hand moved down your hips, running both of his hands up and down against them against the fabric of your flimsy thin tank top.

You’ve never seen Matt like this before, but you were loving every second of it. Thinking about him inside of you for the first time made your stomach twinge with excitement and more wetness to pool in your panties. You could feel how soaked you were as you tried your best to keep your composure, all while squeezing your legs together and your cheeks reddened and warm.

All you could do was nod your head slowly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you watch him step even impossibly closer to you. So close you could feel the heat radiating against your skin as he moved his hands underneath your tank top, his fingertips running across your smooth, silky skin which sent a shiver to run down your spine.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Please. I’ve been wanting to hear you say it since the day I met you.” Your bodies were practically pressed up against each other and you immediately felt his hardened bulge pressing up against you, causing another whiny, soft whimper to escape past your lips. You swore you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs from how soaked you were already, your hand moving up to place onto his underneath your tank top. 

You moved his hand up higher underneath the material until his hand reached your breast. His eyes widened as his hand came in contact with your plump breast, his thumb slowly brushing against your hardened nipple causing another shudder to run down your spine. “I will let you, Matt. I need you, too.”

He looked you up and down, taking in and mesmerizing your body as his one hand squeezes your hip tighter and pulling you impossibly closer, while the other begins to roll your hardened nipple around, tweaking it between his fingertips causing you to let out a satisfied moan. It’s almost as if he’s afraid you could disappear at any given moment and just needs to feel you closer against him. 

Matt moved both of his hands on your breasts now underneath your shirt, rubbing both of your hardened nubs and tweaking them with his fingers. You let out a soft moan at the sensation, your core throbbing immensely as you bite gently onto your bottom lip to try and contain the sounds that have been emitting from your lips.

He shakes his head immediately, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “I wanna hear you, pretty. You always sound so pretty for me.” 

His words made your cheeks even more warm to the point that they felt like they were on fire. You nodded your head at his words, another moan emitting from your lips at the feeling of your nipples being played with. 

“W-wanna go upstairs to my room?” You looked at him with desire filling your own gaze, feeling your cunt completely soaked between your legs. You never thought this would happen, but you weren’t complaining one bit.

His eyes lit up at your question, immediately nodding his head and pulling his hands out of your shirt, his one hand finding yours to hold onto it. “Of course, doll. After you.” 

You flash him a small smile, nerves rolling through your body. This was actually happening. Matt was in your house at midnight, declaring his love and need for you, openly telling you that he needed to have sex with you. It was something you always sort of knew in the back of your mind, but you never thought you’d ever hear him say it out loud. You squeeze his hand as you lead him upstairs to your bedroom and close the door behind you. 

He had been in your room many times: when he stole your panties, found your bin of sex toys (you never told him this, but the bin wasn’t closed properly and you knew nobody else would look through it), or  when he’d hang out in there with Nick and Chris, but didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time as you sat there on the bed, your legs opened slightly and from where he sat, got a perfect view of your pretty lacy panties up your skirt. You would do it on purpose, knowing it drove him crazy and gave him such a hard on.

You took the initiative and slid your tank top over your head and threw it down onto the ground, leaving you in your lace pajama shorts, your plump breasts on full display for him.

His eyes immediately went to your chest and widened in surprise as he practically drooled at the sight in front of him. “Fuck, such a pretty pair of tits. Can I touch ‘em?” 

You nodded your head at his question, his words alone and his stare making your cheeks permanently red and warm. He walked closer up to you once again, feeling the heat radiating against your skin as he cupped your tits in palms, the pads of his thumbs running across the hardened nubs. A shudder runs down your spine at his touch, a soft whimper leaving your lips. “Oh, Matt..” 

He tweaked, pinched, and rubbed your nipples with soft moans leaving your lips. Your pussy was throbbing at this point and you wanted to scream and beg for him to fuck you, but you had to be patient and allow him to take his time. It would all be worth it. “You like that, sweetheart? You like when I play with your pretty tits?” His words were sultry, thickened with need and desire.

All you could do was nod your head, your breath hitching in your throat and your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You moved your hands down to the hem of his t-shirt and began lifting it up over his head. He helped you remove his shirt, allowing it to fall down onto the ground. Your eyes scanned over his bare chest, your breathing quickening as you stared at him before you. He looked fucking amazing and you were surprised that he managed to hide how good of shape he was in and how sexy his body was. You would’ve never guessed, considering he was much more on the shyer side. 

Your hand immediately fell to his exposed chest, running your pink polished fingernails against his skin. He melted against your touch, a soft hum emitting from his lips. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy, sweet girl. Are you sure about this?”

You nod your head at his words, your fingers moving down his chest to the hem of his sweatpants, playing with the string on them. You look up at him with the most innocent look you could muster up, with desire filling your gaze. “Of course I’m sure. You already got me going, why stop now? I’m soaked, Matt.” Your words were filthy, but very much true and you were beginning to become desperate for him and his touch. As sweet as he was to make sure you were okay with all of this, it was too late to go back now. 

His lips curved up into a little smirk, an expression that left your core hot, throbbing, desperate for his touch. He licked over his lips, moving his hand down to grab onto yours that was still placed against the hem of his sweatpants. He helped you remove them, kicking them off his feet and allowing them to fall aimlessly on the floor. He was now left in his briefs and you felt like you could hardly breathe. All of this built up tension and sexual frustration, and now he was finally getting to have you. 

He moved your hand lower to his hardened bulge through the material of his briefs, signaling he wanted you to touch him, all of him. Your hand immediately followed suite, grasping onto hard cock and feeling it twitch against your palm. “Are you always this hard for me, pretty boy?” Your words were so flirty, thickened with need and desire.

Matt nods his head slowly, his face twisting into an expression of pure pleasure with his head tilting over onto the side of his shoulder. “Y-yeah.” He stammered on his words, a soft whimper falling from his lips. His sounds were so fucking pretty, especially the little whimper he left out. You would have to make a note to yourself to continue to make him feel good so that you can hear more where that came from. “You get me this hard all the god damn time. Every single time I see you.”

You don’t know what got into you, but you were getting more turned on by the second, and you just had to mess with him in the absolute best way. A soft giggle left your lips, moving your hand against his hardened cock through the fabric of his briefs, whimpering softly at the feeling of him twitching against your palm. You had definitely soaked through both your pajama shorts and your panties, but all you cared about in this moment was making sure he knew how fucking sexy he was, and pleasure him the way he deserved.  “Oh Matty.” You giggled again, using your free hand to place a strand of your hair over your ear, your hand squeezing his cock hard to elicit a moan from his lips. “Don’t you think I knew all the times you were around me and how much it turned you on just to be around me? Watching you stammer on your words, getting flustered and red in the face, pitching a tint in your pants. You don’t think I was aware of all these things? Why do you think I purposely did some of it to get you going?”

Matt’s eyes widened at your words, completely and utterly surprised. “You did it on purpose? To tease me?”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, another giggle emitting from your lips. “Maybe I did. Some of it, at least. Other times I had no idea how badly you wanted me.” You really didn’t notice right away, until your panties started to get stolen from your drawer and the way Matt acted so flustered and shy around you compared to his brothers. He was so easy to mess with and you loved every second of it.

Matt let out a soft grunt, his cheeks growing red as he stared at you with a shy expression on his face, growing more flustered by the second. You’ve never been able to make any other guy feel like this, and act this way, and you were loving it. You loved it so much you were beginning to feel desperate for him and for him to make you feel good. “Such a fuckin’ god damn tease you are.” He said through gritted teeth, his cheeks flushed red and letting another whimper emit from his lips when you squeeze his cock through the fabric again.

“Come on, Matty. Are you going to fuck me, or what?” You lead him over to the bed, feeling like you were in complete and utter control now as you fall onto the bed and tug him on top of you. His eyes widen at your sudden actions, but keeps himself hovered over you, his body weight keeping you trapped underneath him which you were perfectly fine with.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to push your body even impossibly closer to him, moving your arms up to wrap around his neck, your fingers running through his hair and tugging on it, eliciting a groan to escape from his lips. Watching his face contort into pleasure and hearing the sounds that fell from his lips only turned you on even more. Your core was throbbing and you were completely and utterly soaked at this point. 

He stares down at your pretty pink lips before back up into your eyes, his hardened bulge pressing against your thigh as he began to grind his hips into you teasingly to feel him rubbing up against you. You let out a soft moan, your head falling back against the pillows behind you. “P-please Matt.” You breathed out, desperation thickened in the tone of your voice. “Need you so bad.”

His lips curved up into a slight smirk, nodding his head slowly as he moves his hand down your bare chest, to the hem of your pajama shorts and began to slowly slide them down your legs and allowing them to fall onto the ground, Your slick arousal had soaked through them, and through your lacy thong. He took in a deep breath, his eyes glued to your center now. He was completely mesmerized by you as you laid there, a wet spot formed against the flimsy lace material. He used the pad of his thumb to press down against your soaking wet, throbbing clit against the material of your panties, causing a soft gasp to emit from your lips. “Fuuuuck, kitten. You’re soaked. This all for me?” He moved his gaze back up to stare into your eyes, mesmerized and even more turned on by the sight of you. 

You nod your head slowly as you move your gaze down to his hand as he begins to slowly circle your clit with the pad of his thumb, his eyes staying solely focused on you for your reactions. “Oh, fuck.” You breathed out, moving your head down to watch his every move. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening and you loved every second of it.

“Can I?” He looked at you for permission, his fingers teasingly tugging on the hem of your panties to pull them down. All you could do was nod your head at him, your cheeks reddening as you watch him pull your panties down your legs. He traced his fingertips against your soaked panties, watching as he licks over his own lips in a hungry motion. “You soaked right through these didn’t you, precious girl?” He looked up at you again, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he stares up at you. He places the panties over to the side of your bed. “I’m taking these home with me, if you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, your cheeks only reddening even more as you watch him and listen to his words, your pussy literally throbbing and dripped your arousal down your thighs. “Please, Matt.” You plead out, a soft whine leaving your lips. “Please, need you inside of me.” You move your hand down his shoulder, keeping your eyes locked onto his the entire time. 

He smirks up at you, licking over his lips in a hungry motion as he spreads your legs wide onto the bed so he can take in the sight of you before him. He moans in satisfaction, practically drooling at the sight. “I have missed this pretty pussy, baby. God, look at her, she’s shiny and soaking wet all for me.” His words were so filthy, it only made you whimper again, pushing your hips up slightly, growing more desperate by the second. He could tease you and wait a bit longer, or maybe taste you again since he’s been deprived of your sweet taste, but he’s been waiting for this moment since the day he met you and he can’t wait any longer. He needs to be inside of you, now.

He pulls down his briefs and throws them down onto the ground with the midst of your withdrawn clothing, allowing his hardened cock to spring free, a soft hiss escaping through his clenched teeth as the cold air brushes against him. Your eyes immediately widen as you take in the sight before you. You had no idea how much he was truly packing until just now, on full display for you. You both were now naked and you’ve never felt more vulnerable, but turned on in your entire time. “H-holy shit.” You stammered on your words, your eyes not being able to stop staring at his insanely massive cock. “You’re so huge, Matty.”

You had to wonder how he was going to manage to fit inside of you, considering it’s been almost a year since you had sex with anyone, only using your own toys to pleasure yourself since then. You were practically buzzing with excitement and nerves running throughout your body, your heart thumping loudly in your chest. 

“Thanks, baby. Hope you feel the same way when I’m deep inside of you and making you forget your own name, only remembering mine since you’ll be screaming it when you go dumb on my cock.”

Wherever he had learned to talk dirty like this you were thankful because his words were only turning you on even more, your slick arousal glistening before him on full display for him. He used his middle finger to begin running up and down your soaking wet folds, licking over his own lips as he watched your slick arousal coat his single digit before slowly sliding it inside of your tight cunt inch by inch until his single finger was deep inside of you.

Your eyes widened in surprise as your gummy walls immediately clench around the single digit, throwing your head back against the pillow, a soft moan eliciting from your desperate lips. “Oh, shit.” You breathed out, moving your hands over to your own breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. You watched his every move as he stayed kneeled in front of you and his eyes stay locked onto your pussy in front of him. He wasted no time in adding another finger, tilting his wrist to slide his slender fingers in even deeper inside of you, causing you to moan a little louder now. Your fingers pinch and tweak your hardened nipples as you watch how his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your slick arousal coating his fingers and both of your heavy breathing and moaning mixing together being the own sounds you can hear, everything else faded into the background.

He slid his fingers out of you, only to thrust them back in at a more rough, frantic pace as the squelching sound of your pussy causes him to fucking whimper out loud. “Shiiiit, and she sounds so good and ready for me.” He licked over his own lips before immediately sliding his fingers out of you, causing you to whine in desperation as your pussy begins to clench against nothing. He brings his fingers to his lips, running his tongue along your slick that covered them, instantly moaning in satisfaction at the taste. “Fuck, that’s a tasty pussy.” He uses the rest of your arousal that coated his fingers to begin pumping his own throbbing hard cock, his thumb circling the head as he tilts his head onto his shoulder. 

Watching him only turned you on even more, soft whines emitting from your lips as you thrust your hips up once you feel him align his cock to your glistening wet folds. “Please, Matty.” You beg out, almost in tears at this point. “Need you to fuck me. Please.”

He continues to slide his lathered cock up and down your wet folds and tapping the head against your throbbing clit. “Can’t believe I’m about to fuck the girl of my dreams. Fuck, this is a dream come true.” He breathed out, his hand still wrapped around his own cock as he runs the tip along your slick arousal. “Do you have a condom?” He bites onto his bottom lip, his cheeks growing warm, getting slightly flustered at the fact that he didn’t think that part through. 

You shake your hand, bringing your own hand down to where his cock was rubbing against your clit and took the initiative to slowly slide him inside of you. “Don’t need it, don’t want you to pull out either. Want your cum in me.” You moaned out your words as you watch his reactions when you start to slowly slide him inside of you.

He replaced your hand, pulling it away and allowing himself to take over. He nods his head at your word, a soft grunt leaving the back of his throat, loving the filthy words coming from your mouth. “Such a dirty girl. Not so innocent now, are we, baby? You act like you’re so innocent, but I know you’re not. Luckily, it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nod your head at his words, whining softly as you bite onto your bottom lip, your heart beating wildly in your chest from the exhilaration running through you. You needed him and you needed him now. He wasn’t fully inside of you, and you needed to feel him, and all of him. “All for you.” You breathed out, your legs spread onto the bed to allow him to get onto his knees more comfortably in front of you. He moved both of his hands over to your hips, gripping onto them tightly as he began to push his hardened cock inside of you inch by inch until suddenly he was buried deep inside of you.

Your eyes widened as you take in a deep breath to get adjusted to his size, a string of moans leaving your lips as you move your hand down to your breast once again. You watched his face before you twist into pure pleasure, his mouth slightly agape and allowing loud groans to escape his throat. “Fuck, not only do you have a pretty pussy, but she’s so fuckin’ tight too. Shit.” He grunted out his words as he began to thrust his hips, sliding his cock in and out of you as your gummy walls swallow him whole. The sounds of your slick arousal echoed the four walls before the both of you as you clench around him within each and every thrust.

You knew he would be massive, but holy shit. He was the biggest you’ve ever had, and you were literally having sex with one of your best friends, someone you have known for so long. It felt so erotic, so amazing, and you didn’t want it to end. “Matt, fuck.” You moaned out, moving your legs to wrap them around his waist to pull him impossibly closer to you. Your bodies glistened with sweat and stuck against each other, but you didn’t care in this very moment because your bodies became one and pleasure took over your entire body. “So b-big, feels so good inside of me.”

Matt fucking loved the praise, a louder groan leaving his lips as he began to thrust into you a bit faster now, his cock sliding in and out of you, going deeper within each and every thrust. Your pussy was made for him, coating his cock with your slick as his tip began to hit your cervix. 

Your tits bounced with each and every thrust, cupping both of your tits now in your hands and tweaking your nipples as you throw your head back in pure ecstasy. 

“Fuuuck. I don’t think I can last, pretty girl. I’ve needed this for so long.” He groaned out, sweat glistening against his forehead and pooling into his hairline, his hair getting stuck to his forehead. He couldn’t believe he finally got to have you, be inside of you, and fuck you senseless after all this time of wanting you, needing you, craving you.

You nod your head in agreement, moving one of your hands away from your breast and found your soaking wet clit. You began to rub it in a fast circles to match his thrusts, louder moans leaving your lips. You didn’t care who heard at this point, or if you woke up the neighborhood, including his brothers. Him fucking you was well worth it. 

He slid out of you completely, only to thrust back inside of you deeper, more rough, more frantic causing you to let out a string of profanities and moans, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. He slapped your hand away from your clit and replacing it with his own, causing you to moan even louder, practically a scream as you push your hips back down into him to feel him even more. 

You felt the fire coursing through your veins as he continued to pound you mercilessly, only focusing on both of your pleasure. He thrust in and out of you rougher, moving his free hand down to the back of your knee to lift your leg up over his shoulder, causing his cock to slide even deeper inside of you.

Your eyes widened as you felt him slide deeper inside of your tight pussy, your moans becoming uncontrollably louder. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” You moan out, bringing both of your hands to your tits, squeezing them and pulling onto your nipples roughly. 

“Yes, atta girl. Come on, baby. Cum on this fuckin’ cock.” He grunted out through clenched teeth, his orgasm also rapidly approaching, but wanted to focus on you first and foremost. 

He continued to rub your swollen nub in fast circles to match the pace of his thrusts and moaning even louder while he thrust in and out of you even faster, hitting your sweet spot dead on. 

He kept his eyes solely focused on you the entire time, not wanting to pull his gaze away to watch you reach your orgasm. You nod your head at his words, your leg tightly wrapped around his waist and the other perched up onto his shoulder. 

All of a sudden, you felt yourself fall over the edge, your entire body spasming with heat pooling in your tummy. Your eyes closed shut, your head thrown back onto the pillow and you move your hands to his back, your nails digging into his skin, not caring if you leave scratch marks behind and allowing yourself to fully let yourself go. Your orgasm rushes through you like a freight train, clenching around his cock and milking him dry as you cum all over his cock, a string of loud, incoherent moans fall from your lips, your body shaking as fire courses throughout your veins. “Fuuuuuck.” You moan loudly as you allow your orgasm to take over your entire body, soft whimpers following suite as you finally come down from your high.

You open up your eyes to stare directly at Matt, who is absolutely mind blown as he watched, and felt, you cum all over his cock. “Shit, pretty girl. That was so fuckin’ hot. Loved feeling you cum around my cock like that. I’m so close, baby.” He groaned out his words, his thrusts never halting. Your pussy throbbed immensely, your clit overly sensitive as he pulled his hand away when he noticed your body continued to spasm from being so sensitive and moved both of his hands to your hips to keep your body pressed down onto the bed. 

“Gonna take this cum deep inside of you, huh? Take it like the good girl I know you are?” He spoke through clenched teeth, his thrusts growing more frantic as his cock began to twitch inside of your gummy walls while you continue to clench around his cock to help him along.

You nod your head, moaning softly as you move your hands to the bedsheets and began to tug onto them. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your breathing intensely labored. “Please, Matt. Please cum inside of me.” You practically beg out, pushing your hips down against his. He pushes your leg over his shoulder and wraps it around his waist to hold your body close as his own body starts to shake against you.

Finally, you feel his cock twitching inside of you while his hips stilled, his head falling back against his shoulder as fills up your greedy pussy with his cum completely, loud groans falling from the back of his throat as he rocks out his orgasm, heavy pants leaving his lips as he empties himself fully inside of you. 

You moan softly as you feel him fill you up completely, your hands moving to his hips to grip onto them tightly as he collapses on top of you, his head resting against your shoulder as he tries to catch his labored breathing.

Your heart continues to beat rapidly in your chest, feeling his heart thump against you as well. “Fuck, Matt.” You whisper breathlessly as you feel his cock continue to twitch inside of you. Your bodies glistened with sweat as he presses soft, lazy kisses to your shoulder blade. “Was I good for you?” You ask him innocently, looking down at him and capturing his gaze once again.

He nods his head slowly, moving one of his hands up to cup your cheek before placing a strand of your hair over your ear. “Absolutely. More than good. Fucking perfect, actually, and definitely worth the wait.”

You smile down at him, a soft giggle leaving your lips, your chest still heaving from the intensity you just experienced. 

Matt lifts himself off you slightly and begins to pull out of you, his cum oozing out of your spent hole, causing you to moan breathlessly at the feeling. Matt watches his cum ooze out of you in awe, using his index finger to slip his cum back inside of your hole as your cum mixes together,  looking up at you with a slight smirk. “So damn pretty, baby.” 

Your cheeks flush at his words, a soft giggle leaving your lips. “That was fucking amazing.” 

He lifts himself up off the bed, grabbing his briefs and slipping them back over his now softened cock. Although the more he looked at you, and stayed in the proximity, he’d only find himself growing hard all over again. “Definitely worth the wait.” He flashed you a grin and reached over to grab your panties that were still on the bed. “Can I take these home with me, hm?”

“Wait.” You spoke suddenly, your chest suddenly sinking as you realized this was over and he was on his way to get ready to go home. “Can you stay the night? Please? You can’t leave, not after that.”

Relief rushed through his entire body, instantly nodding his head and placing the underwear down again. “Really? You’d want me stay?”

You nod your head slowly, biting gently onto your bottom lip and scooting yourself up onto the bed, your back pressed against the pillows. You could feel some of his cum oozing out of you once again and coating your thighs. “Yeah.” You replied simply, your cheeks growing more warm. “Maybe we can shower together or something? If you want, of course.”

He flashed you a cheeky grin, moving over to place two fingers underneath your chin to hold your gaze. It’s funny, the motherfucker hasn’t even kissed you yet, but has been inside of you. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

notes: ahhh it's finally out and they finally had sex. ya’ll voted for it. 🤭 thanks for everyone being so patient with me. i love you guys!

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[autemis]

OMG, what is this patch?! (SPOILER)

The little things they’ve added around Henry and Hans's room are everything! I know many have already pointed these out, but that won’t stop me from babbling about it too!

Alright, let’s start directly with the potion right outside their room! The happiness potion (Idk what it’s called in english, in german it’s named "eine Prise Glück", which translates kinda to "a little bit of happiness").

What is this description, pls? "Such luck can’t be found anywhere else. One of the side effects is dancing in the moonlight." That sounds so beautiful! It feels like a metaphor for their romance - a secret they can only share in the dark, but that doesn’t diminish its beauty. A love that feels like a dance under a clear night sky, where the moon and the stars are the only silent witnesses who don’t judge.

german description for 'a little bit of happiness' - what does this potion even do out there? Did someone put it there or is it just a subtle symbol for blossoming, young emotions?

Also, the little dog toy right next to Hans's bed - a symbol of interest in Henry's life. Hans got it (I’m totally convinced of this) for Mutt, to show his affection and interest - the dog who is really important to Henry. It also could be symbolize an apology for what happened at the beginning of the game. Hans broke his promise to help Henry find his dog, which is why he tries to show his appreciation for Mutt. He shows that he cares about him and doesn’t just tolerate him. Mutt is important to Henry and therefore to Hans - not just because he simply likes the dog, but also because he knows how much Henry cares about Mutt.

The dog toy on Hans's nightstand—where did he even get it from? Did he buy it or did he even make it himself?

And of course, the stamina potion under Hans's bed, along with the poetry book! I don’t know what the thought process behind this was, but I’m thankful to whoever decided to put it there. Just the idea that Hans owns a poetry book with an undoubtedly queer subtext is brilliant! It suggests he has a certain interest in this topic - no matter what. (I think we don’t actually know who wrote it, do we? Personally, it seems like Hans might have written it himself, given how the book is laid out - no embellishments on the pages, just plain text and -I'm sorry Hans- medium-good poetry.)

Hans seems to really want to engage with the topic and apparently also with his own emotions. It’s such a sweet little detail that really shapes his character! He clearly is still a bit confused, but he’s trying to handle it in his own way. I really don’t want to be needy, but I hope we get more of these little things in future updates or with the DLCs.

The stamina potion on the other hand is pure comedy - what does Hans need this extra strength for? For when he has a bit of time alone or when someone is visiting? Or maybe it isn’t even for him? Perhaps it’s for someone else who has to keep up with Hans through certain "activities."

Stamina potion and "leicht anstößiger Gedichtsband" ("lightly risqué poetry collection") under Hans's bed. He really should have hidden it in a better place - or perhaps he wanted someone "special" to find it?

I’m crying tears of happiness because of this patch! But also because Henry just casually stole Hans's poetry book - that's so hilarious! Imagine the mental crisis Hans will go through when he notices his book is missing. 🤣

[fishnapple]

What attractive about you

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost Book a reading with me - KO-FI (→ personal reading)

AVENTURINE 

You have an emotional intensity that can elicit fear and awe at the same time. Some people might be too intimidated by you, not because you're loud and aggressive, but they're intimidated by the emotional storms that are brewing in you, yet you appear utterly calm, like the eye of the storm. They would wonder what it would be like to get dragged into it, to be swept off their feet. Your bravery and serenity are like wings that let you soar high or plunge down to any depth. You are a dichotomy of light and darkness. Like a solar eclipse or bright starry night.

I think you have a certain inclination or feel a pull towards the painful and ugly sides of humans. You want to stare them in the eyes, crush them, rise above them, conquer them. It's very daring and methodological at the same time. People would feel that they can be an utter mess in front of you, you won't shoo away the ugliness of their heart, but you hold it in your hands and transform it. They know that you're not invincible, that you have wounds just like everybody else. But you always look up, beyond any prison that humans subject themselves to. Many people would have their lives changed by you, just by being in your life.

But you're not just intensity alone, you also carry lightness. You can be cut throat and ruthless in one setting, but generous and merry in another. Your mind is full of magical stories, fairy tales that span far into the future. You keep your daydreams to yourself and only reveal them at the most unexpected moment. Render every witness speechless and in awe. That rare moment of tenderness will haunt people's minds, making them seek for more. Your silence acts as a backdrop for the twinkle in your eyes. Your apparent simplicity in the way of life is the sign of devotion to only things that are meaningful. 

ROSE QUARTZ 

This might sound weird but it's your nervous energy, when you're worried or anxious about something, when you're being fussy. This seems oddly adorable or cute to some people. You might be a worrywart, who tends to speak a little faster when you're nervous. This rouses the desire to calm you down in other people. 

Your calm state is also very attractive because you're being present, you know how to enjoy the small things, to appreciate the sensory pleasure of the five senses. When you're worried, you can forget about this energy for a while, but once you've calmed down and regained your serenity, you're very soothing. Like a lake regaining its smooth shining surface after being disturbed by the rain. With your appreciation for the five senses, you have a talent for handcrafts, anything that requires the skills of hands and good eyes for aesthetics. When you're set about organising something, you do it with great efficiency and tact that one can't help but exclaim 'flawless'. Maybe that's why you're prone to nervousness, because you're such a perfectionist and people around you love that energy so much.

When you speak, you deliver a message, not empty words that can be ignored. When you're passionate about something, you can be very fluent and persuasive, like a wise teacher. The things you choose to pursue might seem too daring or shocking to some, but you're steadfast in your track and unknowingly get a few followers along the way.

RED JASPER

Right away, people can see your ambitions, to go far in life. This group is quite masculine in energy, very lively and energetic. A lot of people would find you very attractive when you assert your will, when you go after what you want without any fear or reservation, like a warrior, a pioneer. But you're no fool, you don't charge forward blindly, there's strategy in your moves, like a hunter. When it translates to romantic situations, they wonder what it would be like to be pursued by you, to be the target of your desire. Only the brave can rise up to meet your challenge. So I think you also attract masculine people. Those who are equally strong and ambitious. 

You're also very attractive when you're protecting something or someone. When you show your compassionate side, for a cause, a greater goal. You show your support by concrete actions that get results, not just comforting gestures. You have a fierce love for the underdog, the weak, the unfortunate. 

Your vision of a better world can be your greatest motivator. You live your life with idealistic visions, but you don't just dream, you also do. Your appeal is the power you wield, over yourself and your surroundings. You're willing to work hard, as long as you deem it necessary. Maybe you're a touch workaholic, but you work towards a goal, not just a mindless grind. The sense of direction is very clear. If you believe in past lives, you can say that in the past, you were a soft, passive person who relied on others for support. But in this present, you're your own power, your own supporter. This independent energy is very attractive.

A little random thing, you might have a favourite comfort food that others find very endearing. It adds a touch of softness and joyful air to your otherwise strong energy.

TIGER'S EYE

You're the kind of person who people would want to have in any community. You can be a people magnet without realising it, without any conscious effort, maybe the only conscious effort that you have is to be yourself, to live life authentically. You attract people simply by being yourself. Your light is very visible, the natural confidence is vibrating through the air.

You're disciplined and responsible, but you're also gentle and kind. You're confident, but you also encourage the same attitude in people. People can feel that you would make a good parent, a good friend, a good neighbour. You're caring and want to protect and help people, but you do it with practicality. You don't just offer empty words, you back them up with actions. Being with you is both safe and inspiring. You inspire others to take more care of themselves, to stand up for themselves, you help people become more independent and come into their own powers. All these just through you chasing your own path. You have a strong sense of purpose, the person you believe in the most is yourself, and that makes people want to believe in you too, even when you haven't achieved your dreams yet. 

Talking with you is never boring. You can tell the most silly jokes, you can recount the most bizarre adventures, you can recite the most romantic poem or muse some really intense thoughts that surprise people. But you're also an avid listener, you listen with intensity, with childlike curiosity, you can even weep along the story, feel the pain and happiness behind every word. You make people feel heard and give them the compassion that is rare to find.

[itadore-me]

˗ˏˋBF!Yuji Headcannons!

-I tried to make this as long as possible.. let me know if you want me to expand on any of these! :D

CW: Fem reader.

Yuji Itadori is the kind of boyfriend who...

-PRINCESS TREATMENT is a must! always tries to carry your bags (even if they aren't heavy), always runs up in front of you to hold the door open, gives you his hoodie without a second thought whenever you're cold.. this guy is a straight up gentleman, he will always treat you right!

"let me hold that for you babe!"

"oh don't worry, I only have clothes in here its not heavy"

Yuji obviously pouts and tries to grab the bags anyway, claiming he 'wouldn't be the best boyfriend' if he let you carry your own bags.

-TEXTS WITH LOTS OF EMOJIS! Pretty much cannon that he honestly didn't have a phone before Jujutsu High, so he definitely doesn't know much of the 'texting etiquette' . I feel like he'd be fast to learn all of the online trends but he wouldn't ever let go of his emojis! Totally the type to use emoticons as well!

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-hey quick question

-WHATS UP?!( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

-do you remember if the homework is due today or tomorrow? I forgot 😔

-oh.😓 i forgot too.(｡>﹏<)

-lol. thats ok ill ask nobara!

-WAIT NO(っ °Д °;)っ‼️

-..?

-.ITS TOMMOROW!( •̀ ω •́ )y

-oh ok thank you!! ily!❤️:)

-:(

-...

-:((((

- Yuji ur so smart for remembering! this is why i LOVE you SO much. :)) how did i ever get so luck with the strongest smartest guy on EARTH?

-( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ ❤️ I LOVE YOU MORE!! :)))

-omg yuji ur so dumb i love you

-not nice :(

-LOL

(he totally didn't ask Megumi)

-plus, he ALWAYS texts back IMMEDIATELY even if its like 3am, he has a special notification sound for you so he will always wake up and answer you! Never misses a call or text, even if he's on missions, so if he does miss one... maybe you should find him and see if he needs help.

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-ALWAYS LISTENS! No matter what kind of person you are, listener, or yapper like him, you are a perfect match! He talks.. A LOT. so if you like to just listen, he has you covered! he will always talk your ear off. And if your a yapper like him? EVEN MORE PERFECT! because that means you can talk each others ears off and never run out of conversation! HE loves to talk, he could literally make a career out of it, but if you ever need a person to just listen while you talk, he loves it too! he loves you, and loves your voice, so he is 100% paying attention.

-CUDDLES! Don't get me wrong, when you guys are first starting off in the relationship.. its gonna be a little awkward from both of the shy parties. Even then, though, he always wants to be with you, next to you, listening to you, 24/7. Whatever it is, if it involves you, sign him up! So, the second you both get more comfortable with each other, you wont be able to keep him off of you! a just loves hugging you, and he loves receiving your kisses.

-KISSES! YES! he LOVES your kisses. Anything and everything he does is in hope you will reward him with a kiss. he doesn't even care where! forehead, cheek, nose, hand , neck? if its on his body, it wants kisses!

-HUGS! i'm telling you, one of this guys hugs would HEAL ME. i just know he hugs GOOD. His hugs are the kind that are just the right amount of tight that they give you all of the comfort you need. Sometimes, if he's on a mission for a long time, he will hug you super duper tight and twirl you around, as if it was one of the Disney princess scenes!

-NEVER FORGETS! Yes, Yuji is kind of klutz, he can forget things and is extremely clumsy, at times. but best believe he will never forget ANYTHING when it comes to you. I'm not even talking about the big stuff like birthdays or anniversaries. I'm talking about stuff you mentioned you liked ONCE. if you mentioned your favorite snack in passing, he will 100% remember it and buy you it every chance he gets! and if you happened to mention your favorite color or animal? Anything he sees of it, like a keychain, he buys!

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"-oh yeah, there's this cafe i've been meaning to try! it looks so good, i heard they have the best iced coffee in the city! i LOVE iced coffee!"

Yuji will then rush to the store later, to buy all supplies he needs to make you the perfect iced coffee every morning to surprise you with before class!

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-SEES YOU IN EVERYTHING! Because he remembers every little thing about you, if he sees a plushie, or keychain, sticker, etc., that happens to have a little something that you mentioned you liked, he always thinks of you! A certain flower that happens to be your favorite color? Well obviously it remind him of you, not just because of the color, but because of its magical beauty!

-ACTS OF SERVICE! He just loves doing things from you, even if he doesn't get anything out of it for himself. It doesn't matter how big or small it is either, he will do it! Things like going to the store if you ran out of something, cleaning up little messes he sees in your room, carries bags, opens doors, gives you his hoodies...Literally anything and everything!

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You finished your makeup, leaving a complete mess of different pallets, lipsticks, eyeshadows, brushes etc. all over your vanity. not to mention the pile of clothes that were thrown to the floor when you struggled to find the right outfit. you decided you didn't have enough time to fix it all now, so it'd have to wait for later.

Fast forward a few hours later, after you finished hanging out with Nobara. You walked into your room, shopping bags in hand, only to find your boyfriend, Yuji, sitting on your freshly made bed, next to a clean vanity, and swept floors. When you check in the closet and the drawers of your vanity, you find out that Yuji paid so much attention, that he had arranged and organized every piece of clothing, and makeup product, just like you do.<3

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-ALWAYS ON TOP OF YOU! Every time he sees you, he will almost always, 100%, walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and place basically all of his body weight on top of you. There is no doubt this man is heavy AF, so he only does it for a second, but sometimes he does it out in public. He LOVES PDA.(only if ur comfy with it tho :D) He will straight up be basically right on top of you when you walk. :P

-LOVES TIKTOK! Literally, he LOVES it. HE practically sends you his entire For You page, and every single funny video that winds up on it. Make sure you respond to each one though, because he gets a little grumpy when you don't. He likes thinking he made you laugh. :) He also LOVES doing Tik Tok trends with you. Challenges, Dances, Pranks, etc. He has soo many videos, and he honestly has a pretty good following!

-LOVES TAKING PICS! On the previous note, he LOVES to take Pictures and videos of you. His entire camera roll is filled of you! It can be embarrassing at times, because there is some on there that you didn't he took/ you didn't prepare for.. But he swears up and down that those little impromptu videos and photos are the best ones of you!

-TALKS ABOUT YOU! He always is finding ways to work you into every single conversation he has with others! Nobara and Megumi are so annoyed with him because he can't stop talking about you. Some one mentions wanting a show to watch? "You should watch this one! It's my girlfriend's favorite show so it must be amazing!" Or if somebody mentions your favorite cafe? "Oh you should get this! My girlfriend always orders it." Some people think that he is either 1) so totally in love (he is) or 2) always under watch and is forced to mention you, because you're so jealous. I guess he just loves you so much.

-HANDS! If playing with your hands or sleeves was a sport, he would be an Olympian! If you're in class, you have to give him your hand to play and fidget with, otherwise he can't focus. If you're a sorcerer like him, he is always running his thumb over the scars in your hands, adoring the subtle difference of the scarred and normal skin. Plus, he loves it when you play with his hands! He will always give you his hand for you to draw on, he even encourages it! He will protect those drawings with his LIFE. He will do his total best to try and wash around them, as to not fade or smudge them.

-TEST SUBJECT! You will always see Yuji looking at you, intrigued, when you do your skincare and makeup. One day, you happen to mention being 'sad' that Nobara wouldn't let you put makeup on her.. and obviously, he can't stand having you 'sad'. So he excitedly volunteers! Whenever you want to do makeup, he will sit as still as possible while you push his fluffy Kirby hair back with a headband. And when you do skincare, he patiently waits for you to finish doing the step on your face, before you turn to do the same on his. He looks a little silly, but he loves the feeling of your gentle fingers applying moisturizer on his face, rubbing it in his skin. And he LOVES the ticklish feeling of the brush when you add contour!

-ADOPTS MANNERISMS! If you speak a certain way, say certain things, or have little quirks. He will 100% adopt these mannerisms as his own! At first, he does it so you have more in common, but at some point it becomes subconscious! Like, if you are brain rotted, he will always play along and joke around with you too! If it's brain rot, he will totally act like a parent trying to be "hip" with the kids at first, but he gets it eventually. If it's something like tapping/chewing your pencil when you think in class, he'll adopt that too(pretty sure he already chews his pencils tho)

- if you have a morning routine you mention to him, he'll be the kind of person to try it out once, just to see for himself how it feels.. but then he'll do it a bunch more times and it eventually becomes his own! Like if you're a sorcerer, you have to stay fit, so when you wake up you do a little yoga, then make coffee.. then take a shower and get dressed..etc. so He'll do the same, just changing out the yoga part for doing some simple exercises with weights.

-SHOPPING! OMG he LOVES going shopping with you. Especially clothes shopping. He loves sitting and waiting outside your dressing room, a pile of clothes and bags sitting next to him, waiting for you to come out and AMAZE him with your next look. It NEVER gets old for him. He is your personal hype man. You would think you paid him! He will always volunteer to go shopping with you and Nobara. And he is always up for going to your dorm, and watching you try on stuff you ordered online too! He calls it his own personal fashion show, and model :) he really loves it when you try on bathing suits! He's always so stunned and amazed by how beautiful you are.

A/N- super sad bc this was a teensy bit longer (only like 3 more tbh) but tumblr didnt save and i lost them :( Anyways!! likes and reblogs appreciated! requests are open!

| RULES | MASTERLIST |

[xoswiftieprincess]

i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me. honey, hell is when i fight with you.

no smut! only comfort + fluff :)

this takes place in the winter and i know it’s nearing summer (where im from anws) but for the sake of fiction let's please pretend

✗♡✗♡ ✗♡✗♡ ✗♡✗♡ ✗♡✗♡

you and sam don’t fight very often, but sometimes things go awry during a hunt. some cruel words are exchanged, creating heated conversations. it was a witch hunt gone wrong, involving a group of close-knit high school girls with terrible family backgrounds that made the case hit a little too close to home.

it had clouded your judgement and you were convinced they were innocent. of course, you were wrong. sam had been a little on edge because more people had died on the previous cases you worked on, way more than the usual. it wasn't your fault either, but you knew he was getting fed up with the increasing amount of casualties.

you sighed as you sat near the fireplace that you were lucky the motel room offered. it was negative degrees out and you decided to stay in doors to cool off while sam and dean went out to get dinner. music swelled softly in your ears with your headphones on, playing one of your favorite sad songs.

you were angry at first, angry that the blame had fallen on you when even they were convinced at first too. now you were just reeling from the roller coaster of emotions you’d been through in the last eight hours, and the sadness had finally creeped its way in.

fighting with the person you love the most feels like absolute hell. baring your heart to one another, letting them know each and every single one of your vulnerabilities, but in the midst of tension, words are twisted and you're no longer on the same side— suddenly, their sweet words you once considered lullabies are now daggers thrown at the opposing side.

it was like going to a boxing match with no gloves on.

you sighed, curling up in the thick sweater you had on. normally, during the cold days when you weren't working, you and sam liked to make hot cocoa and stay all day in bed wrapped in each other's arms. now, this would be one of the first few where it felt like he couldn't even stand to be in the same room as you, in your mind anyways.

that wasn't how he felt, but he had to be there for you to know that.

it was ironic how the person who broke your heart was also the only one who could mend it.

the need for him to be here with you weighed on your heart heavily. tears began to cloud your vision, and everything came crashing down.

little did you know, that was the exact moment sam had walked in to your shared motel room. your soft cries broke his heart, and you hadn't noticed his presence because your back was turned and your headphones still on.

you looked so small and defenseless, and it pained him to know that he was the one who caused that.

as you cried your heart out, you felt a warm hand on your back and you looked up to find sam with an apologetic look on his face. it only made you cry even more, and he wrapped you in his arms and settled you on his lap. his body warmth transferred onto yours, coating you with the love and affection he held for you, and everything felt right in the world again.

he took your headphones off and let you lay your head on his chest, making you listen to the beat of his heart instead, which grounded you from the sadness that consumed you. “i’m so sorry, honey,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. “i’m so sorry for hurting you. for making you cry like this.”

you shook your head. though the apology was appreciated, that wasn't what mattered the most. the only important thing was that he was here with you. “it’s okay, just hold me please.”

he kissed your tears away and laid his head on your shoulder. “i love you so much, baby,” he whispered. he held you for as long as you needed him to in front of the fireplace amid the harsh winter. it was all you could ask for.

“have you eaten?” he’d asked and you shook your head. your appetite had been long gone since he left the room hours ago. “i got you some take out, and a bottle of your favorite wine. how about i pour you a glass, hm?”

“yes, please,” you sighed, feeling all the angst in your body fade away, “thank you, sammy.” and you finally managed a small, fragile smile.

he laid a sweet kiss on your lips before he got up. you stared into the fire as you waited for him, feeling the warmth of it engulf your heart as well.

he came back with two glasses and the bottle of red wine. once he’d poured enough for both of you, he put you back on his lap. since you hadn’t eaten yet, he also spoon fed you bit by bit to fill your stomach before drinking.

sam whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he made sweet love to you all night. he made sure to take extra good care of you, knowing how delicate you still were.

you thought it didn’t matter how many times you and sam would fight in the future as long as it was with him. you would never give anyone else the same power he had over you.

he could crush your heart and you’d still love him for it—but you knew he would never do that because he loves you in the most beautiful way, a way that no one ever could.

and when the time came that all of this was over— no more hunting monsters and drifting through states, you knew you had been right all along. the day you and sam finally found a permanent place to stay and you bore a ring on your finger, you knew you didn’t want any other shade of blue in the world but him.

✗♡✗♡ ✗♡✗♡ ✗♡✗♡ ✗♡✗♡

author’s yap: this is something a little different than my usual! i hope you guys liked it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

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[h0neybane]

MAGIKEY (TWST AU) BY @quartztwst !!

im going to PASS AWAAAAYYYYY IM SOSO TIRED. BUT ITS DONE. but anyway, more on evelyn...

Evelyn [Magikey User "Luna Luceat"]

“Hurry up, I'm gonna pass out."

Evelyn is an 18 year old girl and has been a magical girl for 4 years, since she was 14. In her magical girl form, she comes off as mysterious and aloof... but she's really just thinking about going home. She has occasionally breached the top 10 of Magical popularity rankings, but she mostly tries to keep to herself, vanishing immediately after her work is done. Oftentimes, she finished things so quick that the public is unaware.

A quiet, sleepy girl who is jaded from her years as a magical girl.

Status:

Mental/Emotional Strength: ★★★★☆ (She's hard to crack since she's used to her job, but her constant exhaustion can become a vulnerability if left untreated for too long.)

Physical Strength: ★★★☆☆ (She's moderately strong as her staff is fairly hefty, and she does swing with it sometimes.)

Stamina: ★★☆☆☆ (This girl is tired as FUCK LMFAO. She uses her little floating platform to move because she doesn't want to actually run.)

Strategy: ★★★★★ (Evelyn is very calculated with her moves as her goal is to get the job done as fast as possible to go home and SLEEP.)

Strengths: Evelyn is very experienced and keeps a close eye on all of her teammates, making sure they can operate effectively. She is especially strong during the nighttime in a full moon.

Weaknesses: Evelyn is constantly exhausted because she only works during the nighttime as that is when her powers are most effective. A daytime attack would leave her extremely vulnerable.

Evelyn lives with her little brother in their childhood home. Their parents are usually overseas on business trips, so they don't see them in person very often. Evelyn's brother is aware that she works during the night time, but doesn't know that she's a magical girl.

Evelyn grew up very sheltered, being homeschooled by tutors hired by her parents. She was very lonely and she didn't really speak to her brother. She accumulated a massive amount of hobbies to pass time, one of those being gazing at the moon on her balcony, wishing for something to change.

Her wish was granted the night of her 14th birthday, with her magikey falling into her hands after gazing at the moon for the nth time. She eagerly and naively accepted, thinking that this was everything she hoped for.

Unfortunately, she soon came to realize that the nature of her abilities forced her to be sleep deprived if she wanted to do anything much outside of being a magical girl. After her second year of being a magical girl, her enthusiasm fully died, and now she just tries to get by until she can go home. (she still really likes her outfit though, LOL)

After a shift as a magical girl, Evelyn will usually rush inside a convience store, grab snacks, pay and bolt home. She hates staying for overtime even by 5 minutes... though, she's willing to grab some stuff for her brother if he asks for it.

Evelyn is technically enrolled in theMagikey Training School, but she rarely shows up to classes. If she does, she's usually sleeping in them, though she doesn't mind a chance to show off once in a while. The instructors tend to leave her alone whenever this happens, as they're aware of how hard she works.

She does try to be nice towards her juniors though. She fetches them treats once in a while.

uncharted lore territory!! i didnt watch madoka magica or anything so idk if this fits in at all so im warning in advance lol. this is adjacent to evelyn's ACTUAL lore within the original canon twst, which is why it's here. i will make a separate post explaining further later on

Evelyn has a secret. One that isn't her being a magical girl. She has not told crowley, nor any of her magical colleagues, and she does not intend to— at least not for now. However, this secret does leave her susceptible to... negative feelings.

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[venusinthesun]

I love dangerous women <3 (nsft)

Fem! Capitano, fem! Dottore, Columbina x reader

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This is part one of what will probably be three parts of doing little smutshots for the harbingers! I will not be doing Pierro or Pulcinella as they are bit…too old for my tastes to even write about personally X_X next part will probably be arlecchino, scaramouche and Sandrone, third part will be La signora, Pantalone, Childe :D

Does anybody read these? I hope they do because fair warning!! I have not played ANY of natlan nor do I know what’s going on soo capitano is based off what I’ve heard. Also dottore’s takes place after the reader replaces Krupp after Krupp gets murked (rip)

Capitano

Cw: praise kink, size difference, feminine reader, girlcock

“Thank you, dear , for trying to make me feel better.” Capitano’s hands grasp your hips gently, pulling you downward on her cock just enough so that your snuggly against her.

Your sprawled out on the bed, gripping the bedsheets tightly as you try your best to adjust to her size. You knew your captain was big—I mean just looking at her you could have guessed—but you didn’t realize how big. Not only she is towering over you, her body blocking out some of the light from the lamp above, but her cock felt like it was stretching you wide open.

“So good for me…” you hear her mutter out above you, her voice breathy. You couldn’t exactly see her face, but you like to imagine it’s just as red as yours right now.

“o..of course c-captain-“ A small thrust from Capitano causes you to interrupt yourself with your own gasp, throwing your head back against the pillow. You can feel her start to move slowly, clearly trying to be at least a little bit careful with you while you’re still getting used to her. It’s adorable, your little mewls and whimpers.

“Such a strong solider, you can take it right?”

Her hand removes itself from its position on your hips, moving upward to grasp your chin gently. She pulls your face to look towards her, forcing you to stare into the blackness of her mask.

“I said you’re going to be good for me right?”

“Y-yes Captain..!”

“Good girl.”

Dottore (omega segment)

Cw: rough sex, cunniligus, omega segment, degradation, dottore has a pussy, gn reader

“You’re far better than krupp ever was.”

Dottore has her hand buried in your hair, keeping you against her cunt as she looked down on you. If it wasn’t for the light dusting of blush on her cheeks, you would have thought dottore didn’t feel anything at all.

“I’m glad Beta chose you to take up Krupp’s failures, you’re not a stumbling fool.” Her words come out in a sneer, her grip tightening on your hair. A small whimper escapes your lips, but if Dottore heard it, she clearly didn’t care. All your noises are muffled by your mouth being pressed against her pussy anyway.

“And now whenever I have to visit, I get to enjoy myself a little, even if prime doesn’t enjoy my slacking.”

Her slick drips down your chin, however your tongue still laps up her essence dutifully despite the messiness of it. It’s always a treat when dottore stops by, making sure to spoil you just a bit while you’re not needed to run the arena. It makes dealing with Beta a bit less annoying when you know you’ll get rewarded later.

“You’re so eager to please, what a little slut.” Dottore suddenly pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at her. You can’t see her eyes through the mask, but you’re sure they are staring into your soul. “But that’s why I like you better.”

Columbina

Cw: injured reader, biting kink, blood kink, groping, Columbina crazy but we love for her it <3 fem reader

Columbina doesn’t react when she hears another pained hiss escape your lips, continuing to kiss at your wounds.

To come back to the motherland after being away for so long due to injury was truly not something you ever wanted to happen, but as you lay before Columbina, it’s something you just going to have to accept. It’s not that Columbina minds—having her fascination home sooner to her is all she could truly care about.

“You should let me take care of you,” Columbina pulls away from the scar on your stomach, moving herself up from her position. “They say kisses make things better.” She’s straddling you now, her hands traveling up your sides until they reach your chest.

This time she quietly shushes you when you whimper at the coldness of her hands as they start to play with your breasts, kneading and exploring them. “Still as wonderful as ever, my love.” She hums, her fingers finding your nipple to tweak it slightly.

You watch as she leans down, her head resting itself in the crook of your neck while she listens to your pants. You can feel her smile into your neck, but the peace only lasts shortly before her teeth bite down.

She holds herself there for a few more moments, relishing in the taste of your blood before slightly pulling her head away.

“Now you have a gift from me too.” As she presses a kiss to her bleeding bite-mark.

Thank you for reading! If you thought it was shit that’s because I didn’t read back anything I wrote :) have fun gooning ALSO LOOK I DID SOME FANCY TEXT THING (I’m so cool)