#i don't think it was coming from pat subconsciously wanting to be in a relationship

[throneofsapphics]

Hi I was wondering if I could request either a feysand or rowaelin x reader? About how the reader is insecure and a really nice person and is like friends with everyone. And theres this one toxic friend of hers that like makes her believe that Rowaelin or feysand don't care about her because they don't spend eough time with her. Because feysand or rowaelin are really busy with their duties they don't have time for the reader and are really stresses about something so when the reader asks if they could take a bit of time off to spend time with the reader they snap at her? And you could maybe continue of from their if that okay? Could it have like a fluffy ending?

Sorry if thats too long and I really love your writing by the way !

how long will I bleed

Feysand x Reader 

Summary: Tired of being ignored, reader finally reaches her limit. 

Warnings: anxiety 

A/N: ahh thank you! and please don't be sorry! I haven’t written feysand in a while so I apologize if it's a bit off, thank you for the request :)

“How often do you actually see them?” 

“Every day,” you frowned, not sure where she was going with this. 

“I know, I know. You sleep in their bed.” Their bed? As far as you were concerned, it belonged to all three of you. “How often do they spend time with you, besides what they’re obligated to?” 

Obligated. That didn’t sit right with you, and whether she meant it or not - your friend was striking a deep insecurity, tucked away in your subconscious. 

“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” she patted a hand on your shoulder, you fought the urge to flinch. Absolutely she meant it that way. “Just something to think about.” Right now, it’s the very last thing you want to think about now. Thankfully, she prattled on about something else. 

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For a while, you only watched. Observed. After some time passed, you subtly tried to nudge towards spending more time together. But, they were always busy, always tired, always had an obligation. 

Obligations that ranged from formal events in hewn city, to gatherings with some of their friends either here or from other courts. Gatherings you didn’t attend, mainly because you couldn’t tell if you were invited. There was never an explicit, come with us, or we want you there. It started to feel like they didn’t care. 

Actually see them. Obligated. Their bed. The words from your friend echoed like an ugly melody. Each week, she’d bring it up again. Each time, you brushed it off or shut it down. Reducing the time you spent with her would be the smart thing to do, but you couldn’t find it in you to cut her off like that. Even with the subtle digs and harsh comments, she’d been with you since before your relationship with the High Lord and Lady, and ending your friendship felt like breaking away from the past too much. 

It took you a few months to accept that if you wanted it to change, you needed to tell them.

“Do you think we could spend some time together?” you asked over breakfast, pointedly keeping your eyes on your plate. 

“That’s what we’re doing, isn’t it?” Rhys sounded vaguely amused. Briefly flicking your eyes to him, the angle of his head told you he was already glancing at the clock. 

“Maybe … maybe we could take a day off together?” You couldn’t remember the last time you spent an entire day together, just the three of you. 

Feyre’s mouth pressed into a tight line, “I don’t think we’ll be able to.” 

“I can work around your schedule,” it would be easy enough for you to get time off from work. 

“We don’t have time to spare,” she snapped. Spare. Feyre didn’t mean it, but it felt like she was calling you a spare. Their second choice, always coming behind compared to the two of them. A small tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, a tad more gently. Rhys glanced at the clock again, then back to Feyre, eyes glazing. 

Lost enough in your own spiral, you didn’t care that they were having a silent conversation in front of you. After a few minutes, they finally deigned to speak aloud. 

“We have to leave for Court business. We’ll be back in a week.” 

“Oh.” How long have they known about this trip? You didn’t want to ask. “Alright,” you finally said, throat bobbing. “When do you go?” 

“In the next few minutes,” Rhys looked distracted. 

Fine, that was fine. At least they told you before they left. 

“I’ll miss you,” you tried. It was like your words floated right over them, only getting a gentle smile from Feyre, your words echoed with little sincerity. Rhys offered you a half-smile, and a gentle caress against your mind. They each kissed you before they left, winnowing on the spot to … they hadn’t even told you where they were going. Maybe your friend was right. If they cared, they would’ve made time for you. 

Nice, you were always nice. That’s how everyone described you - kind, nice, gentle, a variety of synonyms. At this point, nice started to feel another word for pushover. You threw your heart out, only from them to stomp over it, not recognizing the trail of blood in their wake. The worst is, they weren’t doing it on purpose. Crushing you was an unintentional, careless, and passive habit. It was their default. 

This time, they’d pushed you right to the edge, to a place they’d actually have to try to drag you back from. 

A week was more than enough time to move out and crash with your cousin. She didn’t ask too many prying questions, only offered up her home and spare room. 

-

Rhys was excited to see you. He did feel a bit guilty at how they shot down your idea, how they had to leave you with such little notice. Time, that’s all you’d asked for, and they could manage that. If not this month, then the next. Stress had gotten the best of both of them recently, what felt like a thousand different negotiations to go through, a plethora of contracts and trade negotiations to review, left little time to spend with you, beyond the brief moment over breakfast occasionally, or before bed. Until you’d mentioned it, until he had some spare moments to reflect, Rhys didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten. 

He knew something was wrong as soon as they entered the Riverhouse. Your scent was … stale, and faint. Like you hadn’t been here in a week. Maybe you’d gone to stay with your cousin or a friend, a big house can be lonely by yourself. That’s what he probably would’ve done. Rhys tried to extend a mental bridge, to reach your mind, but was greeted with a wall of stone. A wall he’d taught you, designed to keep him out. 

“Can you reach her?” He asked Feyre. 

A few seconds pause. She shook her head. 

Walking through the house, he carefully looked for any signs of distress. Could someone have broken in here and taken you? His mind went to the worst case scenario, heart beginning to race. 

A note, pinned under the salt shaker on their breakfast table. 

I’m tired of being pushed aside.

Sorry to leave like this, but it’s for the best. 

Two lines, not even your name signed at the bottom. A small spot smudged the last word, like a tear had dropped onto it. Hurt, anger, betrayal, fear, and regret flooded him at once. 

-

It was the worst and best week of your life. Worst, because you missed them more than you wanted to, and they kept showing up in your dreams - uninvited. Best, because you finally felt free. With the pressure of a falling relationship gone, you could breathe again. 

Anticipation filled you as the week came to the end. Would they try to find you? Would they care enough to? The question you really needed to ask yourself, is if you’d take them back. After their return, you’d learn just how much you meant to them. You’d learn if you truly were the spare. 

Eight days after you left, you dragged yourself out of bed for an early shift, regretting the extra glass of wine you indulged in last night. 

Slipping through the alley, around the back door, you didn’t notice him at first. Fumbling with your keys, you finally managed to slide it into the lock when you heard your name. The voice that had haunted your dreams for the last week.  

A squeak, and keys clattered down on the cobblestone, the sound echoing. Bracing your hand on the door, you took deep breaths to slow your heart, before turning to face him. 

Rhys stood there, looking like he hadn’t slept at all, blue-purple half moons under his eyes, messy hair like he’d been running his hands through it. He raised one hand, a small piece of paper balanced between two fingers. Your note. It was quite brief, but you’d been angry at the time and couldn’t find it in yourself to come up with flowery words. 

“For the best,” he quoted. “Do you really believe that?” 

Oh, that put you right on the defensive. “I said it, didn’t I?” 

The paper vanished, and he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I don’t want it to end like this.” 

It. One tiny word to sum up three years. “But you want it to end?” your voice came out small. 

“No,” he said harshly, closing the space between the two of you. “I don’t.” You didn’t reply. You didn’t know what to say. “When do you get off?” He finally asked. Gentle claws poked at your mind, but you slammed your shields back up. 

“Two,” then your coworker would come take over. 

“We’ll be here,” he reached out, running his thumb over your cheek. It took all of your self control not to lean into the touch. Taking a step back, he winnowed. 

That entire morning and afternoon, you were … off, to say the least. But, work helped relieve some of your anxiety, falling into the monotonous tasks you’d done for years. 

We’ll be here. What did he expect to happen? What did you want to happen? 

By the time two came around, your coworker arrived a few minutes early, you were a ball of anxiety, your entire body tense, heart beating fast, mind swirling. 

“There’s two someones waiting out there for you,” she nudged your shoulder, tilting her chin towards the alley. Giving her a tight smile, you gathered up the rest of your things, to take a few breaths. In and out. You could do this. 

Feyre’s eyes lit up as you swung the door open, excitement tinged with a bit of melancholy. You chose to focus on the excitement. 

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, and even with the lingering hint of resentment you felt more loved than you had in months. Part of you recognized that might be a red flag, that even a few hours of attention could have that effect on you, but it was easily brushed aside. 

You were nestled between the two of them, on a bench overlooking the Sidra. Rhys’s hand ran lazy strokes up and down your thigh, Feyre’s arm curled over your shoulders as you leaned into her. Gentle currents rolled back and forth, bouncing off of the stone walls caging in the river, music floating through the streets. Loud enough to hear clearly, but not so loud that it could drown out any conversation. 

“Come home with us,” she said softly. 

A moment of hesitation, but you knew you couldn’t resist. 

“I will.”

#feysand x reader #feysand x y/n #poly!feysand x y/n #poly!feysand x reader #acotar drabble #rhysand x y/n #feyre archeron x reader #rhysand x reader #feyre archeron x y/n #rhys x reader #rhys x y/n #acotar imagine

[acrux-jr]

Meeting Abby -

(Extension of Carousel - prequel)

Summary: What Mike didn't know was the two of you had already met, and Abby wholeheartedly approved.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: pre-established relationship, fluff, dates

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This was your 3rd date since the carousel meeting. Mike was still well Mike, the more quiet, nonchalant, and tired type.

Mike really was interested in you but his mannerisms did leave you questioning if he did or of he was trying to get a quick fuck.

The two of you sat at the diner, it was 1 in the morning. It was an odd ass hour to have a date but Mike said it was because of his work hours. Though there was a tinge of fear that maybe you were a side chick or he was trying to land some action.

You were wide awake, you had a nap after class so the sleep wasn't creeping on you but it was slowly on Mike.

Every so often he would nod off and blink himself awake, hoping you wouldn't know; you did.

"Do you want to schedule this for another time?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head 'no.'

"You look tired Mike."

He liked it when you said his name, and showed concern.

"S fine. I have a semi-normal shift tomorrow."

"Then you should be sleeping then. I don't mind waiting. "

Mike didn't want to say so he shrugged instead. "S fine," he repeated.

You gave a sigh but nodded. You noticed the book by. "What's the title?" You asked, cutting the country fried steak to eat.

"Oh um it's called dream theory. It's … hmm.. it's about how every single thing we see is stored in our brain in like this deep vault and dreaming subconsciously unlock those tiny details."

"Hmm. I think I've something similar to the whole we remember everything subconsciously but I never really looked into it. Though I guess it could explain my art."

"Your art?"

"Yeah about half my paintings are landscapes, but I don't really remember any of those places when I was too small. Like um when we went to see snow the 3rd time around when I was a little older and able to grasp some things, I remember I dreamt this oasis of cold in the redwood forest, a tree had fallen down and was mostly covered but some red was showing. Anyway, I dreamt it but don't remember the actual day, just that one scene and when I painted it my mom was shocked I even remembered that specific place. I was still small, she even showed me pictures."

"What made it stick out that you mom knew it was the place you guys went too?"

"Oh um hehe yeah, there was this small grave with flowers on it. It was in the painting as well."

"How old were you?"

"Maybe anywhere from 3 to 5."

"And you remember that detail."

"I'm assuming so, the picture my mom showed was when I was like 1 but we revisited again about that age range. There were no pictures at that spot again because of the grave. We recently started going again and I leave flowers."

"That's nice, I mean to leave flowers for someone you don't really know."

"Yeah, I guess. It was such a lonely place for a grave though so I guess maybe that's why I leave flowers, so they're spirits can know someone else enjoys that spot too. They must have really loved it to be buried there."

"You believe in spirits and the afterlife and all that?"

You hesitated, "I don't know. Do you?"

"Maybe," was his short reply. The conversation came to a stop as the two of you ate quietly.

Glancing at the time, you say it was 1:30 a.m. now.

You quickly finish as Mike finishes his. "Come on l, get up." You leave $25 on the table for the food and tip. Mike protests but still allows himself to get dragged away.

The moon is full, and the asphalt is wet from the earlier rain. You jump on the bed of the small beat pick up truck, patting the seat next to you. Mike took the offer and sat next to you.

With the dead of night and few lights, the two of you stargaze. Mike listens as you ramble on and on about the constellations, giving a nodded and humm of acknowledgment to show he's following along.

He looked at you. As you talked and talked, he loved how your hair frames your face, or how he noticed you fret about your mascara even now and then especially if you laughed a little too hard you'd cry a bit, he liked how passionate you got, and he really liked how kind you were.

While he would get praised for taking care of his sister from strangers, for being kind and self-less. He still felt selfish in a way.

He looked at your headband, shiny black and small. Abby popped into his mind. He knew that after texting for a day he was already too deep to let this be a fling.

It became silent after you were done listing the constellations, now just appreciating the night.

Mike cleared his throat to talk, and you turned your attention to him.

"Would…," he breathed out, "would you want to meet my little sister Abby?"

Your eyes widened in shock. While Mike didn't say much, he said even less about his sister. Another reason why you thought this was maybe just a fling, or trial run before he really got out there.

You opened your mom to speak but nothing came out.

Mike sighed and got up. "It's fine. I gotta go-," "Wait!"

Mike stared as you went up, "I wanna meet her! I do, really. It's just I was shocked since you've never like well talk about her."

Mike stared at you still not really knowing what to say. "Look Mike. What do you want out of this? Before asking if I wanted to meet your sister I was kind of getting the impression this was like a fling. And I'm not really interested in a fling right now."

"Oh."

"Oh?" You questioned.

"Well what made you think this was a fling?"

Mike looked down, not really wanting to look you in the eyes. "I don't know, I just got the feeling you weren't too interested. Mike, well we've only been together for about 3 dat3s. I genuinely can't recall anything you like or dislike or memories you've shared. Even when I text you it feels a bit one-sided."

"Oh."

You hummed as you continued to look at the stars, giving Mike some time to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not really a big talker if you haven't noticed. To be honest, I like to listen to you talk. You have a nice voice."

"Okay."

He gave you a look, "Okay?"

"Okay I can work with that. I just needed to know if it was disinterest or if that's just how you are."

"So it's fine? If I don't speak a lot most of the time."

"I guess we'll find out together, but between you and me I like that whole stoic, "bad boy" look / attitude you have."

Mike laughed and smirked. "Bad boy?"

"Mike every now and then you look like a genuine degenerate."

Mike raised his eyebrow. He closed the distance between the two of you. "Yeah? Isn't that what you like though." He whispered before he gave you a chaste kiss.

You blushed and gave a small laugh. "Yes, yes I do."

You brought out your phone and the time read 2:30 a.m.

"What time do you have work?"

"11 a.m. to 5 p.m."

"Mike!"

He had an amused look on his face, "What?"

"Oh my god! Go home already you have work in less than 12 hours ! You still have to sleep!"

"Don't sleep much to be honest." You huffed air out of your nose.

"Well you should."

Mike grinned, and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "I like the color green."

You smiled back. "Green? Hmm…"

"Hmmm… what?"

"It fits you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah of course, green is a very strong but soothing color."

"It is."

The two of you sat in silence before Mike's phone rang. He looked at it and rolled his eyes.

"Hello. Yeah. Yeah, got it. Okay I'm on my way."

He gave a sigh, "Sorry that was my aunt. I asked her to babysit but I guess something came up at her place."

"Oh okay that's fine. Text me when you get home so I know you made home safe."

He gave a tired smile, "Isn't that my line to you?"

"It would be if you weren't running on minimal sleep."

"Fair enough. But text me too okay, in case I forgot while talking to my aunt or you get home first."

You gave a nod and he gave you another chaste kiss. You blushed again, and smiled. He hopped off the truck and waved bye. You waved as he left the parking lot in his beat up car.

You rushed inside your car and towards home, excited to tell your friends everything.

With texts of 'I'm home,' and 'goodnight' s, the two of you feel asleep dreaming of each other.

A week had passed before Mike brought up meeting Abby again. This date was way earlier and on his day off.

"Do you think she'll like me?"

Mike paused. "I'm not sure to be honest. Not ! Not that you're unlikable or anything like that! She's just a timid kid, hell she barely likes me."

"I'm sure she likes you Mike."

"Yeah well you haven't met her," he grumbled.

You gave an amused look but relented. "So she gets out in an hour right?"

Mike nodded.

"Okay and you said she likes art right? To draw and such?"

Mike nodded again. "Okay, perfect. I'll be back here at 3!"

As you started to slide out the booth, Mike stared at you confused. "Wait where are you going?"

"Don't worry I'll be back." You practically dash out the door to your car.

Mike gave a frustrated sigh and got up after paying the bill. 'I guess I'll just have to wait until 3 too then.' He ran a hand through his curly hair and hopped in his car.

Mike parked at the diner, looking back at Abby. "Okay we're gonna meet a friend of mine okay Abs?"

Abby furrowed her brows, "Your girlfriend?"

Mike nodded. Abby stayed silent. He got out of the car as did she. He held her hand as they entered, he spotted you immediately.

You h/c shining from the sun, you were drinking water while reading a book. Lost in your own world Mike cleared his throat. You looked up at him and then down at the little girl.

Abby recognized you as you recognized her. "Hi!”

Before you could get another word in, Abby motioned you forward. You raised an eyebrow towards who gave a shrug reply but you went with her request.

“Don't tell Mike about Mr. Bunny.” She said in a hushed whisper.

You stared at her then at Mike and then at her again. “Okay. Got it. But why?”

Abby looked at Mike, shoved him slightly to get away from their secrets. She cupped her hand, “Because I want to have a secret between us. I like you, you gave my Mr. Bunny when you didn't have to.”

You gave a warm smile, “ Okay deal. Pinky promise, and seal the deal.”

As you pinky crossed and thumbs stamped together, Mike gave you an expectant look.

Abby slid in across from you and Mike sat next to her.

“What?” He rolled his eyes.

“What were you two whispering about?”

“It's a secret!” Shouted Abby.

Mike looked at you again. “Sorry can't see, those are the secret rules and it's backed by a stamped pink promise. You'll never know.” You have a sad look and shrugg. Abby laughed at your expression and Mike shook his head.

“Well I guess it can't be helped.” You and Abby nodded.

You remembered a thought, “Oh yeah!” You rummaged through your bag and got the present for Abby you bought.

“Here you go Abby. It's a sketchbook for your private drawings.”

“Private drawings?” She turned her head to the side.

You smiled at her, “Yeah, drawings for yourself. I have a lot of them that I don't wanna share because they're private and for me.”

“You draw!”

You nodded and hummed. “Can you draw me something?”

“Uh sure. Is it fine if it's in your book?”

She nodded vigorously. “Okay what do you want me to draw?”

She pondered the question. “Oh! A bunny!”

“A bunny? Hmm okay like a realistic bunny or a cartoon?”

“Cartoon.”

“Yeah sure.”

Mike smiled. “Yeah she's been obsessed with bunny's after some girl won one and gave it to her instead.”

You fought off the smile as you drew, and Abby giggled. Mike gave her a questioning look but all Abby did was stick out her tongue, which Mike did back, only for a split second though.

Mike and Abby watched as you sketched out the cartoon bunny, erasing and redoing the line a couple of times. You finished the outline as food came, Mike ate and watched as you stuck your tongue out slightly finishing up the little details. It had a top hat and a bow.

“Alright Abby, here you go!”

Abby squealed in delight. “Thank you!” She stared are your drawing as she ate, it did resemble Mr. Bunny. Mike noticed that too but thought it was a mere coincidence.

The meal went smoothly, with Abby begging for a shake and Mike giving in. Sitting here, you thought it was nice, maybe something to get accustomed to. In fact, you hoped it was.

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Y'all I can't stop writing im procrastinating 😩 anyway enjoy!!

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#fnaf movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt x reader #x reader #josh hutcherson #abby schmidt #mike fnaf #fluff

[nonasemporium]

John and Colorism

John is Māori. He is a man of color, and he is coming from a society where he was racialized. Specifically, at least as a general consensus, his "faceclaim" in a sense is Taika Waititi.

Anyway, without getting into every facet of how I think the series and fandom engages with and addresses men of color, because that scope starts getting out of this specific topic and into a different one, I want to state that I think the relationship John has to both Alecto and to G1deon actually further represents themes of colorism.

John makes himself God. He makes himself god and to him that becomes some strange performance of western civilization roman empire 2.0 space imperialism planet consumption speedrun mixed w New Catholocism or whatever, but where there's a PERFORMANCE of equality where there actually isn't. Just like I argue John not ONLY makes new classes with necromancers and cavaliers (I'm not even getting into everything else with this), but ALSO he did not in fact shatter gender oppression, he just shifted it and patted himself on the ass for it.

YES it is queernormative and as a queer man himself, it makes sense this would be important to him, just like it makes sense for it to be important to him that race manifest very differently (go pretty unacknowledged really*) across his New Roman Empire in Space. But he has his own limits and biases and I would argue both colorism and misogyny are present for him.

He chose to make Alecto the way he did. And he had all of his own reasons for it, but surely it can also be noted how linked those reasons can be to both colorism and misogyny as well. I know he made her a specific barbie that had specific history to him, but does this barbie and his choice in her also highlight his priorities, just as blatantly as his choice of empire?

I need Alecto to come out so I can finalize some of these concepts, but it is still colorism for a man of color, especially one wounded by rejection (as we see in Nona) to see power in dominating a white woman. To see a SUBVERSION in the act of it. I think John sees a lot of things as subversion without seriously considering the levels he's actually engaging in. I think John is shallow.

Which brings me also to G1deon and Pyrrha. I think John had some concepts around their dynamics, their relationship, in their interactions that was in these same lines. I think John saw G1deon a specific way, I think he passively compared himself (including how he discusses it in Nona, again), I think the way he engaged with G1deon did not show solidarity or equality (G1deon was also an engineer!) but showed presumed superiority on John's end. Also he made G1deon how he did before he crafted his 10,000 year old weird empire. If I could put it into words more eloquently, I would, but I feel like John saw triumph in G1deon being Pyrrha's necromancer and I also think he then delegated him to "attack dog" for himself (as we see in Harrow the Ninth especially!!!)

I genuinely think 100% that regardless of if G1deon is racialized as black (I think he is personally), he is meant to be darker and racialized more than John was. And I think John subconsciously compares that! I think it is instead further evidence towards a narrative on colorism, including the way he's separate from Mercymorn and Augustine through HtN.

This is without getting into Pyrrha as a cop.

*I actually don't know if I should say "unacknowledged" here, because the cavs being almost always darker than their necromancers seems really notable.

#colorism in tlt #discussion on colorism #g1deon #gideon the first #john gaius #I have already said all of this but I wanted this one to be specifically focused on this segment #I never went back and got into Pyrrha as a cop but I just don't have the energy currently

[3smo]

hua cheng & xie lian !

warning: top male reader. threesome. poly relationship. some riding in the beginning. double penetration. bottom xie lian. switch hua cheng.

✿ disclaimer — I only write for characters 18+. if you don't like my content, please block me.

man i was so excited to make this 🙇🏽‍♀️

heavy, and shushed pants escaped xie lian's lips, hair cascading down his shoulders as a layer of sweat covers his trembling body.

"gege, i love your voice, but please stay quiet..." hua cheng whispers in a slightly whiny tone. you shuffle in your sleep, causing the two to tense up, excitement running through hua cheng's body. he wants you to wake up.

you've just been so busy, and neither of the two wanted to wake you just to satisfy them. so they resorted in playing with each other, though, it probably wasn't the best idea to do it beside you.

hua cheng said he'll take the blame!

xie lian nods, brushing loose strands of hair behind his ear. he slowly gets back to work, picking his hips up to ride hua cheng- who patiently waits for his husband to adjust himself, gently rubbing the latter's back to calm him.

"i'm trying..." the sound of lube fills xie lian's ears as he picks his pace, he hits his prostate, a gasp escaping the smaller man.

he grinds down again, desperately trying to hit his prostate again, only for hands to stop his movements. xie lian groans, glaring down at hua cheng - except, he was looking at someone behind lian.

lian lifts his head, only to come face to face with you. a guilty looks clouds his face as he avoids eye contact.

"having fun?"

"i-i..." xie lian stutters, not knowing what to say, so he shakes his head shyly.

hua cheng decides its a good time to speak up. "its not the same without you."

you gaze at hua cheng. your thumb brushes against his red lips, he shivers. "this was your idea, wasn't it?"

hua cheng grins, feigning innocence. "what makes you think that?"

"because lian," said man stares at you with wide eyes, walls subconsciously clenching around the man who started this mess. "my darling, wouldn't disobey me. would you?"

xie lian shakes his head. he almost wants to pout at the lack of attention he's receiving. you remove your thumb from hua cheng's lips and pat xie's head. "yes, you're a good boy."

suddenly, hua cheng grunts, hissing at the warm, tightness around him. "ah, gege! you're-"

without warning, hua cheng lifts the smaller man off his cock and spurts out come all over his own abdomen.

xie lian jumps at the empty feeling, you smile at his adorable expression, pushing your fingers inside the stretched out hole.

your other hand gently caress hua cheng's stomach, comforting him through his orgasm.

"ah, i forget. you really love praise." xie lian whimpers as you push a second finger in, his arms wrap around your neck as he tries to keep himself up. "you're so loose..."

hua cheng tries his best to recover, quickly hardening at the sight of lian clinging onto you for support. you place your head in the crook of his neck, licking and kissing his neck.

"san lang. get inside." hua cheng's eyes widen, would he even last enough to fully go inside? "hurry please."

you remove your fingers as his cock kisses lian's fluttering hole. cheng squirms but tries to go along with your request, watching lian sink down on him.

cheng looks at you for reassurance. you nod, rising you hand to stroke his cheek. "you can do it, love. it'll feel really good."

"call out your safeword if you need to." lian was confused, tilting his head through a hazy mind.

you push your pant down, dick hard and standing proudly. cheng focuses on your next move, surprised when you lift lian up slightly and press the head of your cock to lian's hole.

"ah? a-are you r-!" xie lian gasps in shock as you push in, forcing yourself inside him. he picks himself up with his knees, only for them to give out and slam down on both of you.

xie lian wails in your ear, clenching tightly. he makes little noises as he recovers, shaking uncontrollably.

you lift xie lian's legs on your shoulders, causing him to remove his arms and place them over his stomach.

the sudden warm tightness causes you to hiss, pressing yourself to the trembling man and hua cheng. lian kicks his legs out, the new position hits his prostate dead-on.

"ah" he hiccups, gripping onto his stomach, he feels the outline of your cock, the way you twitch, the way hua cheng tries his best to comfort him, but the pleasure was getting to him too. "p-please move..."

hua cheng soothes him, kissing his back, every little mole and birthmark. cheng grits his teeth as you start rocking gently, you cock grinds against his, stimulating him more.

xie lian kicks his legs again and his fingers intertwine in your hair, yanking and pulling whenever you continued to thrust. his cries only seem to arouse you more.

"you're - nghh getting bigger!!" cheng's arms sneak around his waist, following your actions as soon as you gave him permission. "ah! please! don't move!!"

xie lian tries to push himself up and away from the two of you. "are we hurting you, love?"

you gently hold him against you, allowing cheng to thrust into him to his hearts content. "don't you feel good, bunny?"

xie lian gasps, "n-no!! wa-"

he cuts himself off with a loud moan, whispering babbles in your ear as his eyes roll back. though he appeared as if he was coming, nothing came out.

"isn't that amazing! you came untouched and dry!" you laugh, eyes connecting with cheng's glossy ones. "my pretty boy's... you don't mind if i take over, do you?"

hua cheng panics, wanting to shake his head but xie lian nods. they both know how you can get, and on one hand, it was fun, it takes lots of energy out of the two.

"i have lots of pent up frustration to let out."

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#dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #top male reader #seme male reader #dom male reader #tgcf smut #hua cheng x reader #tgcf x male reader #heavens official blessing smut #heavens official blessing x reader #hua cheng smut #xie lian x reader #xie lian smut #sub tgcf

[moonah-rose]

Always get a bit frustrated whenever I see a comment on a kitty-edit that's like "Oh Kitty had such a sad childhood, but at least she has the Captain now."

Don't get me wrong, I love their relationship, it's adorable, he is definitely her dad as evident by how she views him as such in flashbacks the same way Alison is her sister.

But I feel like people forget that their relationship is actually fairly new? She outright says in the first series that she does not like him and that he's only got worse since Alison arrived. It's not until S3 they start to warm to each other and what makes it work so beautifully is how it coincides with Cap becoming more true to his (fabulous) self, rather than trying to be the bossy soldier. Basically he fits the mould of her real father, both good and bad, but the more he subconsciously reminds her of how cold and strict her father could be, rather than his sweeter moments, the less she wants to be around him. When he starts to let his real self show and become more the man she wishes her dad had been is when that bond starts to form. That's what I find interesting about them.

However the suggestion that Cap is the only one to care for her or even the one who cares the most I feel does a real disservice to the other ghosts. They all absolutely adore her in their own way.

Her friendship with Mary was adorable and I love how protective Mary was of her even before Kitty died, insulting her father for ruining her fun, then standing up for her when she stood up for Cap, them gushing over things together like the rice krispies and the snow globe, making up their inventory song, Mary comforting Kitty at the party and putting her to bed. How heartbroken Kitty was at losing her and desperate to believe she would come back.

Every scene she and Pat have together, him being her dance partner but also him being the one to take on trying to explain death to her and doing as a parent would, how he probably did the first time Daley had to deal with death, it's just so relatable how he didn't want to be harsh but needing to be honest.

Julian calling her a "dear, sweet thing", him being the only one to attempt to explain to her how baby's are made (graphic and disturbing as it was), how he's ready to tell her the truth about Santa but as soon as he's sees the look on her face it's enough to melt his Tory heart is the peak Christmassy scene of that episode for me.

Thomas hugging her at the panto (one of only two hugs we get in this show!) and being so grateful for having her as his manager, how gentle he is when he asks to inspect her hands for the spider bite.

Robin knowing her pregnancy shtick is nonsense but going along with it like a brother being roped into his kid sister's make believe, rubbing her feet for her and sitting with her most of the day, him leaving a party that he loves to take moment to encourage her to cry her feelings out and then helping Mary put her to bed, how she only has to call his name and he's jumping in to scare off the plaguers.

Everything with her and Humphey! How she's the one who is the most concerned about where he is and making sure he's in one piece so he's not left behind, these two have the most adorable Uncle and Niece vibes.

Fanny is the only one I feel the show let slide on having her bond with, I think the most progression they have is Fanny praising Kitty's speaking in S4. Kinda miffed about this one because without Mary and with Alison gone, they're the only girls left and it would have been nice if they'd developed a mother-daughter bond.

Last but not least her and Alison! Their relationship is so important to S3 and how it contrasts to Alison's storyline with Lucy. Even though Lucy turns out to be a fake, it's still a good show of the importance of found family as much as blood family, how Kitty is jealous at first but then becomes the catalyst for figuring out who Lucy really is and protecting Alison from being scammed. It's such an important arc for her character that gets sadly forgotten, how she's not smug with joy that Lucy is gone at the end but just expresses sympathy for Alison losing the sister she never had. "You're the sister I never had" was the line that I first choked up at in this show. Also props to Kitty for literally annoying someone into being a true. best friend, she gives the rest of us losers hope!

Overall just how lucky Kitty is at the end of the day, that yes she had this privileged but ultimately toxic upbringing and died very young - but now she's surrounded by these people who absolutely adore her and might not always cope with it the right way but they just want to protect her because she is so sweet and endearing. If I could add any scene to the finale I feel like Alison should have got to have one talk with Kitty where she assures her that yeah they'll be apart but she's always at the end of the phone and will visit often, but also assuring her that she still has SEVEN people who love her to bits which is more than a lot of us get.

#bbc ghosts #ghosts meta #kitty higham #found family

[owlwithanapple]

Only you.

Part 05

Jack Morrison x Y/N x Slightly Genji Shimada

You couldn't suppress that impulse. You pulled him over and kissed him. This is the second time you have taken the initiative to kiss him, a simple and passionate feeling. He is the hero saved you when you were in danger. At first, you admired him very much, and you regarded him as your best friend. You don't know when you two relationship has gradually surpassed friendship.

You let go of his collar and slowly retreat look at him. The moment he noticed that you let go, he didn't say anything just pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly. He buried his head in your neck and you felt the heat he spit.

"Why you are cute?" Jack asked with a smile.

"If you don't like it, you can push me away." You answer with a smile.

"How can I be willing to push you away?" Jack rubbed your neck.

"You are so warm." You said with a smile.

"Is that so? I didn't notice." Jack said.

"Jack, it's almost time to let go. I have other things to do." You are reluctant to say.

"Just one more time." Jack holds you tight.

"Obviously, you are more cute, and you still say me. Bastard Morrison. " You patted him on the back and said.

"Hahaha, I am." Jack said softly.

After Jack let go, you slowly retreated from his arms. You notice that he is staring at you, and you turn your head to look at other things to distract yourself. You remember that the mission will start tomorrow morning, and you should get ready to leave the office quickly.

"I'm going back to my room first. I'm going to pack and leave Samoa tomorrow morning." You said it.

"Okay, you can leave." Jack said.

You are puzzled. He just couldn't bear to let you go. Now you don't want to leave, but he hasn't been retained. You think this bastard is definitely playing with you. When you were angry and turned around to leave, suddenly he hugged you from behind. You were shocked. You felt that his breath was on the back of your neck and then subconsciously he kissed the back of your neck.

"If you need help, remember to call me." Jack said on the back of your neck.

"You bastard! Idiot Morrison!" You ran away from the office shyly.

After you ran away, only Jack was left standing in the office.

"So cute." Jack whispered.

Knock...Knock...

"Please come in." Jack said.

"Why are you standing?" Gabriel asked.

"It's okay. I've been sitting for a long time and get up for a walk." Jack replied with a smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood. Is anything good going on?" Gabriel asked.

"You found out. Yes, something good happened." Jack replied.

"Haha! You must have been kissed by your little sweetheart, right? If it's true, then you really have a chance to pursue her. " Gabriel said with a smile.

"I took the initiative to kiss her first." Jack said.

"No way, you really sexually harassed her." Gabriel said in surprise.

"Don't go too far. I took the initiative to approach her, and she didn't refuse me. " Jack explained.

"Wow, hero. You are such a pervert." Gabriel said with a smile.

"Damn you, Gab." Jack raised his middle finger to Gabriel.

"Since you are in such a good mood, please review these reports." Gabriel put a pile of reports on the table.

"So much! I still have a lot to review!" Jack shouted.

"You can ask your sweetheart for help." Gabriel complained.

"She is going to Samoa tomorrow morning, so let her have a good rest and don't disturb her." Jack took the report.

"Jack, you are not only a pervert, but also spoil her so much." Gabriel laughed.

"Gab, believe it or not, I'll kick you out." Jack laughed.

"I'll leave the report to you. I'll do something else." Gabriel left the office.

Jack looks at his desk, and a bunch of reports and documents need to be reviewed.

"I'm really going to work overtime today. Not kidding." Jack sat down and continued to work.

You go back to your room and sit on the bed and think about what happened just now, shyly bury your head in the pillow. Those things just now are not fake. Jack Morrison really kissed you and hugged you. You rolled wildly in bed shyly and accidentally fell out of bed.

"Ouch, it hurts!" You shouted.

"That's right, suitcase. I have to get something ready. I have to leave tomorrow morning. " You said it.

Hurry up and open the suitcase and get ready to pack up.

"The place is Samoa. Prepare some clothes suitable for vacation. It fits there. There are also documents for the task. I have to review them again just in case. " You said it.

After packing up and reviewing the report, you noticed that it was already evening. You are hungry, so you get up and leave the room and go to the cafeteria. When you arrive you notice that everyone is having dinner. Hurry up and walk to Mercy to get ready to share dinner together. At this time, Ana is standing next to you.

"Y/N, didn't Jack come to dinner?" Ana asked.

"Ah? Didn't he come?" You asked.

Strangely, he usually doesn't miss dinner time.

"I'll find him." You get up and leave.

You knocked on the door of his office, but no one responded. You opened the door and walked in and found him lying on the table and falling asleep. When you see the full of documents on the table, you know that he is really tired. You take off your coat and cover him and gently touch his head.

"Cheer on, Jack." You whispered.

You decided to help him sort out the documents and classify them. As time goes by, you have sorted all the documents.

Your stomach rumbled. Look at your watch and say, “Omg, it's 11 o'clock. I forgot that I haven't had dinner yet. I don't know if there are any leftover ingredients in the kitchen. You open the door and leave the office.

"Hwahhhh, it's over... I fell asleep and even missed dinner time. Eh? Whose coat is it? " Jack took his coat and saw your name.

"Eh? Y/N? The documents on the table are clearly sorted... Shouldn't she be resting..." Jack marveled at how you helped him sort the documents.

"Is Jack awake?" Your voice came from the door, and Jack immediately pretended to be asleep.

You open the door and see that he is still sleeping. "Oh, he hasn't woken up yet. There are leftover fish in the kitchen. I wonder if he likes fish porridge? Well,forget it. I can't finish eating fish porridge alone. Just cook instant noodles loh. " You whispered.

"Does she want to cook it for me!?" Jack thought.

"Hwahhhh, sweetheart. Why are you here?" Jack pretended to be awake.

" Morrison!? Did I wake you up?!" You ask in a panic.

"You didn't wake me up. Shouldn't you rest? How to come to my office?" Jack asked.

"Ana told me that you haven't come to dinner yet, so I came to you and saw you fall asleep." You said it.

"You have sorted out these documents for me?" Jack asked.

"I just sorted it out for you when I was free." You said with a smile.

"Thank you, Y/N. You have helped me a lot. Jack said gently.

"Thank you. My boss fell asleep before he finished his work. I will also be very troubled." You whispered.

"I'm so hungry. I don't know what's left for dinner?" Jack said.

"Morrison, do you eat fish porridge?" You asked.

"Yea sure, what's wrong?" Jack is looking forward to it.

"I'll cook it. I also missed dinner." You said with a smile.

"Then please, thank you, Y/N." Jack said with a smile.

"Then I'll go to the kitchen first. Don't fall asleep again." You say.

"Okay, okay, no problem. Go quickly." Jack said.

"No way, she really wants to cook it for me. It seems that it's not a bad thing to miss dinner time. I'm looking forward to it. " Jack thought.

"Since Y/N joined, she has always taken care of me. If the work is not done she will help .If I am injured, she will bandage me. Although she is always calm on the surface, she is very considerate in such small details... What should I do? I really want to marry her home. " Jack lay shyly on the table.

You opened the door and saw Jack lying on the table. You nervously put the fish porridge on the table and walked to him and asked, "Jack, are you okay? Is there something wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?"

"Y/N,will you marry me?" Jack whispered.

"Har? What the hell you!" You hit him on the head.

"Okay, thank you for your dinner. Why are you blushing?" Jack looked up at you in surprise.

"It's your nonsense! What do you mean to marry you! It scares me!" You said nervously and shyly.

"You... really... so cute. Your reaction is super cute and gentle. I like it so much." Jack said shyly.

"Shut up! Don't force me to stuff porridge in your mouth!" You are shy.

"So... Will you marry me?" Jack asked seriously.

"Do you want to mess with me? Bastard Morrison!" You pat him hard on the back.

"Hahaha, okay, okay." Jack began to eat.

Part 05 The End.

Part 06 To be continued….

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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[holiciouspursuitofenvy]

It took me a really long fucking time to acknowledge why i can't handle boundaries/end up being manipulative as fuck to real and sometimes online people.

EVERYBODY FEELS LIKE I HAVE TO WALK ON EGGSHELLS WITH! I truly did not understand stand that consciously, i only ever chalked it up to social anxiety. No matter how many times i told myself i wish there was a class on how to talk to people and what people will judge you on.

I grew up with parents who would be gone from home long periods of time (due to their jobs bc we were poor and childhood divorce). And when they came home would either fight eachother or their children (me and my siblings). Belittling us for little things we did or want which oftentimes was extremely normal kid stuff. And because i was the youngest, i was an honorary child of the eldest teenage sister who obviously was a bad mother but also actively bullied me for years.

Not to mention parents who would constantly tell me don't trust anyone, everyone is judging you and out to get you. So they sheltered you home minimizing play time or hanging out with other kids. I actively remember being a kid and trying to set up healthy boundaries like "hey mom, it really hurta me when you yell at me for crying when i get shots or needles, I'm trying my best." And her going "fuck off, you're just sensitive and you need to get over it by now." Or my dad actively triggering me when he does his angry sound tell so i asked him to please do it less and he angrily calls me a child in a long drawn out paragraph and huffs away.

I was/sometimes still am stuck in a toxic cycle of needing to learn how to set up boundaries for myself and telling people, namely my family, to fuck off if they don't. I used to have a hero complex where i would help people at the expense of myself to often but then i said fuck that and now I've made my over defensiveness even more obvious.

But i also couldn't acknowledge this extends to EVERYTHING. In real life when someone says you did a bad thing suddenly it feels like a volcano of the most angry emotions stir inside of me BECAUSE I AM FURIOUS.

I'M FURIOUS that no one acknowledges how hard it was to walk on eggshells all the time. How I'd need to pat myself on the back every time i completed a social interaction successfully or comb through every detail of them to find something to improve on. I never felt i was progressing to normal but that i was stuck incompetent forever.

I get told a lot that I'm very mysterious and never tell anyone anything and this is why. I HAVE MAJOR TRUST ISSUES. This is where the hyper-independence, the closed offness, the combative nature against people i trust especially comes in. Why I'm always surprised people who don't see me everyday or run to me anytime the see me say I'm their friend. I'm sure i came off super cold when i asked them why but i was genuinely surprised. Because being teased, bullied, and dismissed by everyone close to me growing up fucked up my view of people and relationships.

I don't mean for any of this to come off as an excuse but as an explanation. And me trying to reach people who've gone through the same things i have but kept getting back into the cycle of needing to defend yourself by all means possible to people who just said "please stop, i don't like this," or any other variation of you have done something wrong. Especially if you went over the line online and someone said "hey thwt way too over familiar, don't talk to strangers like that." because yea STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET ARE NOT YOUR THERAPIST OR PUNCHING BAGS.

I really need people to understand this isn't from entitlement, it's subconscious mistrust in everyone you meet bc subconsciously i believed everyone was out for me. Someone i needed to defend against before or after they talk to me. No matter how nice and gentle it comes doesn't matter. Everyone has to be lying and think it's the biggest deal in the world actually or this is a greater sign of you being awful all along. Like everone did that to everyone elae. And if anyone just casually calls this narcissism I'm hitting you with a 2x4. Those posts never resonated with me. They felt dismissive for me personally.

I AM ALWAYS IN A PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE VICTORIAN ENGLAND TEA PARTY WITH A BAD REPUTATION. Or better yet I'm always walking on eggshells with people.

Coming from someone who knows they're mentally fucked up but not knowing exactly how for all your life but especially in the past 5+ years of not going to therapy except when it was closeby and free a couple times but never being truly open with them because you learned vulnerability equals dismissal and pain 99% of the time.

So yeah, i highly recommend looking back on your childhood and examining when you were dismissed or had your boundaries broken. Then work on active trust with people and be open to more people because not processing my trauma but trying to steamroll being a functional persom also fucked me up.

#Mental health #Therapy #Trauma #Emotional abuse #Manipulation #Neglect #rant #God that felt good to finally say #I will block any and everyone who tries to dismiss this post as me excusing my bad behavior or “needing to grow up” #Paranoia #Trust #Coping mechanisms #Obviously it's not just a personal responsibility thing but a social norm symptomatic of society that rewards and encourages abuse.

[kalmeria]

okay so i was thinking about how Pat is flirting with Pran in the first 4 episodes, even before he realizes the nature of his feelings towards him. somehow it didn't quite add up for me. sure he teases him and likes to be around him, that makes total sense because his feelings were there, even if he didn't have a name for it. but he also keeps making jokes about being in a relationship? and then he goes as far as to ask Pran if he would theoretically like him? where is that coming from?

and i think it's coming from what their relationship was like before the separation. because Pran was a lot more open about his feelings back then, and he would talk like that. he wrote a song inspired by their relationship and that song was essentially about being in love with your friend but not being sure if they felt the same way. he was being very obvious, it's just that Pat was very oblivious.

so Pat flirting like that, it's all him trying to go back to those times, that dynamic they had, without fully recognizing what it was for Pran, because he just knows that he missed Pran so so much.

#bad buddy #the ''jk unless'' energy comes from the younger pran!!! the queer kid in love with his best friend! the best friend who is very oblivious! #i don't think it was coming from pat subconsciously wanting to be in a relationship #not really #the rest is coming from that. the way he enjoys teasing pran. they way he looked at him like the most important person in the world. #that was his feelings seeping out without his knowing. #but talking about dating like that? that was all coming from their past dynamic #i'm just repeating myself now. anyways i'm super late with this bc it's based on ep 1-5 but whatever #this is mostly inspired by how after ep3 i was Certain pat was flirting on purpose and in ep4 we found it he wasn't #so i thought maybe it's just bad writing? &they made him say those things for views. but by now i can see that this series isn't like that #so now that i have more faith in the narrative i had to think it over and this is what i came up with #thoughts anyone? am i just repeating what others have already long figured out? or do people think i'm totally wrong? #(that's okay too. that's the great thing about interpreting a piece of media. there isn't One Correct Way)

[enhasfever]

𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑅 - 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸

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"y/n, are you staying for movie night with us?" heeseung's voice piped up from the large white sofa in the middle of the living room where most of the house occupants were cozily curled up together. you paused mid-step on your way to the front door and turned to glance at him, an awkward silence falling over the room as you tried to figure out how to politely turn his offer down.

"of course she's not, she has things to do at home," cali interjected before you could speak, earning herself another noticeable nudge from jay whose lap she was occupying.

"don't be like that, cal," jay murmured just loudly enough for you to hear before meeting your gaze with his own, flashing you a smile that had your heart hammering and your knees growing weak. "you can stay if you'd like."

it was the most simple sentence one could utter, but to you it was an absolute win because this would mark the first time in your nearly two years of crushing on him that he'd directly acknowledged your existence. you felt the very second that your cheeks began to glow a warm shade of red and you knew you needed to get out of there fast.

"you can come sit next to me," avon offered, scooting closer towards blue and patting the space between her and sunghoon.

"no she can't, i'm sitting here," sunghoon immediately objected, scooting in to fill the gap she had created between them as he jutted his bottom lip out in a dramatic pout. avon giggled lightly and let out a small huff, feigning annoyance as she let sunghoon nestle his head comfortably against her shoulder.

"you guys are horrible at reading cues, y'know?" jake chimed in as he began to lead you towards the door. "i can drive you back to your place," he then spoke to you before opening the door up for you.

"bye, y/n!" avon called out to you, being the only one to do so in the entire room. you waved in return before noticing blue giving you a small wave of her own, an apologetic smile etched onto her features. unable to bring yourself to ignore her minimally kind gesture, you waved to her as well before exiting through the opened door.

"i'll be back in a few, don't start without me!" jake called over his shoulder before closing the door behind you both. you both hurried into his car where you quickly found an unbearably awkward silence to fall over you once more.

taking sunoo's text into consideration, you soon found yourself mustering up the courage to initiate the conversation. "so," you dragged out slightly as you tried to find what you wanted to say, "how are things with you and lexy?"

just as sunoo had predicted, jake's face visibly lit up in a giddy smile at the prompted question. "we're going strong, i think she's waiting for me to officially ask her out but i don't know...do you think she wants me to?"

you definitely weren't expecting to become his relationship therapist by bringing the subject up. at most, you'd expected him to ramble endlessly about how hot he thought she was. "oh, uh, i'm not sure how to really answer that. from my experience as her former friend, she's not really into the whole exclusive relationship scene, but maybe she's changed since then. maybe you should talk with her about it," you suggested, fidgeting slightly in your seat.

you felt a little bad about breaking the news to him, especially because he seemed so into her, and that feeling only strengthened when you noticed his smile fall. "oh," he answered softly, the disappointment in his voice unmaskable. "do you think she would change?"

no. "maybe," you answered despite your subconscious telling you to say otherwise. "she seems to really like you a lot, maybe she's starting to change her mind."

jake pulled in front of your apartment complex once more and gave you a half-hearted smile. "i hope so," he sighed a little.

"thanks for the ride back, i'll see you on monday," you thanked him before hurrying to scramble out of his car, not wanting to give any more insight on his lexy dilemma.

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[nicoleheichou]

Now All I See Is Color - chapter 30: don't know what to do

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Earlier you received a text from Semi asking if you wanted to sit with him during the game, which of course you did. He promised to save you a seat, so now you were trying to find him in the crowd of people.

You spot him, surrounded by what you assume to be some of his fangirls. He immediately notices you and motions for you to make your way over, excusing himself from the fangirls. "Semi!" He pulls you into a hug and you can't help but laugh. "How have you been kitten?" Pulling away you get a good look at him. "I'm good! And I really like your outfit Sem, the colors go well together."

"You can see colors y/n?" He questions. Shrugging, you turn to look down at the court with both teams warming up. "That's one of the things I want to discuss with you and Ushi tonight. So let's save it for then. 'Kay?" Not saying a word, the male just nods.

You get the feeling that you're being watched, so you look around for the culprit and your eyes land on none other than Atsumu. He gives you a small smile which you reciprocate. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach you turn your attention to Semi. "So what have you been up to?" You spend the rest of the time before the game distracting yourself from the feeling in your stomach by talking with the gray haired male beside you.

You sit in the stands with Semi, waiting for people to clear out and just killing time before you meet up with Ushijima. Your phone vibrates and you see a text from the male, telling you that he's done and waiting for you and Semi by the back exit.

"Come on Sem!" Grabbing his hand you lead him to the back exit. Passing by the restrooms you notice a group blocking your way. You can't help but let out a sigh. "What are you guys doing by the restrooms? And why are you all crowding Sho?"

Atsumu is the first to speak up. "They're ganging up on my wing spiker!" The look of confusion on your face prompts Sakusa to speak up. "Don't listen to Atsumu, they're just saying hi." Finally noticing you, Hoshiumi practically tackles you into a hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you in person y/n." He says while burying his face in your hair.

"Sorry Kou. I've been so busy." You say while reaching up to pat his head. Semi clears his throat beside you, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. "Oh yeah! Good game tonight guys! And it was nice seeing you Kou, but I have to get going. Text me?" And with that you excuse yourself and finally head to the exit.

You notice a figure leaning against the wall and you can't help but smile. You could recognize him anywhere, what with how he towers over everyone and just by the way he's built, definitely bigger than the others. "Y/n." He's the first to speak up. "Toshi." You say with a smile before pulling him into a hug. "We got distracted, that little shrimp was having his usual run in with everyone by the restrooms again."

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to us about y/n?" Semi questions as he shoves a spoonful of the curry into his mouth. "I feel like you're the only ones I can talk to about this. I can't go to Suna or my friends, I want an unbiased opinion because I really don't know what to do anymore." You notice that both men have stopped eating to give you your full attention.

Ushijima is the first to speak up. "What do you mean y/n?" Letting out a shaky breath, you decide to start from the beginning. "So I've met my soulmate. I can see colors now." You pause waiting for a reaction. "Holy shit! Really? What's it like? Wait. No. Who's your soulmate? What does Suna think about this? Are you going to leave Suna?" Semi fires out every thought that pops into his head, not bothering to filter any of it.

You bury your face in your hands. "I don't know what to do. My soulmate is Atsumu. And as of right now I have no intentions of breaking up with Rin but...I feel like the more time I spend with Atsumu the more I can picture myself with him." You feel someone rubbing soothing circles into your back, it's only then do you realize that you're crying. "It's okay. You don't have to make a decision right now sweetheart." Looking up you see Ushijima, his olive eyes staring back at you. There was something about his eyes, even before you could see color that almost always immediately comforted you.

"I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to hurt Rin. Or that I'm going to hurt Atsumu. I don't know if he remembers but one night he got drunk and told me that he's falling in love with me." It's Semi's turn to comfort you, thumbs swiping at the tears. "Kitten, it's normal to feel what you're feeling. You always put others before yourself, it's okay to be selfish sometimes, you know?"

Was it really okay to be selfish for once? "Well how do you feel about Atsumu? Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean you'll work out. You have to put in the effort like any other relationship." The olive haired male says. People always had the perception of Ushijima being a dumb jock but that was far from it. He just didn't like to talk if he didn't need to.

How do you feel about Atsumu? You've been so focused on his drunken confession that you never really got to focus on your feelings for him. "Sometimes he'll do something or say something meant just for me and I'll get butterflies. I enjoy the time we spend together. When he's hurting, I can't help but feel the same way. I don't think of being his assistant as a job because I like being able to be there for him. But I can't help but think what if I'm just thinking I feel this way because we're soulmates? What if I'm subconsciously trying to make things work because we are soulmates and not because I actually love him?"

"Well how do you feel about Suna?" Semi questions. You let out a sigh. You know your feelings for Suna. "Where do I even start? I love him. I love him so much. And I'm not saying this because I feel guilty or anything. I get excited to see his good morning texts, I look forward to our phone calls, I miss him whenever we're apart, I'm constantly thinking about him. I can see a future with him. That's why I can't help but feel guilty whenever I have these thoughts about Atsumu. They're both amazing, but I don't know what I should do. I don't want to hurt either of them."

"I think it would be best to let both of them know. They have a right to know what your feelings are for the both of them, because they're both part of it too." Although he was a man of few words, whenever Ushijima did speak, it was always exactly what you needed to hear even if you didn't want to. "You don't have to go at this alone, Suna and Atsumu are also there for you." The gray haired male gives you a quick pinch on the cheek. "And if you ever need to talk about it...we're here." He motions between himself and Ushijima. "Did you ever think of being in a relationship with both of them? I mean it worked out for the three of us."

You can't help but chuckle before playfully shoving Semi. "I think I want to be in a monogamous relationship now. It was exhausting having two boyfriends." You tease. But it was an interesting thought, could you really be with both of them? "But really, if you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to about this, we're here y/n." Ushijima broke you out of your thoughts and hearing him comforting you and telling you that you can rely on the both of them, that brought on a fresh set of tears. What did you do to deserve such amazing people in your life?

Bonus:

so i really had Semi joking about a poly relationship in the drafts before y'all suggested it. lol.

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it's a crime that all the japan men's vball games are at 4:40am for me but will i be watching them? yes. 🥴

and have a fun weekend! stay safe & hydrated!

oh yeah sleepover is next chapter & it's pretty much a filler. but one of my faves idk.

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[monstergirlencyclopediaimagines]

Can i request a romantic headcanon with Anubis? If that’s ok of course.

Abolutely! I'm not gonna lie, the Anubis is one of my favorite mamono. My type is pretty ladies who will step on me. That's the life of a frying pans. I hope these are what you're looking for!

I tried to do a sketch with colored pencils, but i don't think the coloring came out too well.

(Romantic) General Anubis relationship headcanons

One word -- boundaries. As adorable as your Anubis is, she has the tendency to be an insane micromanager. If she isn't stopped, she'll create a twelve-part schedule that you must abide by or suffer "criminal punishment". You'll need to nip this in the bud and sit her down and explain that while you love her, you won't be able to have a functional relationship with your life being dictated like this. She understands and she will feel bad, but there will be moments where she subconsciously tries to organize things in your life. It's her nature, and she's really trying.

Like all the Beastmen, your Anubis is extremely susceptible to head pats. She’s just much more tsundere when it comes to accepting them. I imagine that Anubises (Anubi?) are very particular about being touched, so you need to make sure she’s okay with it in case you inadvertently violate her boundaries.

Anubi are extremely particular, so I see them as having their entire month planned down to the exact millisecond they wake up and what kind of snacks they'll have today. They live and breath structure, and are extremely reluctant to deviate from their schedule. So impromptu dates or surprises at work will more than likely be met with resistance and/or reluctance to comply. It's not that she doesn't appreciate the thought -- she's just very used to her routine.

I can imagine her best idea of a date would be going to the library or the museum. Anubi seem like very intellectual mamono, and they want to share their interests with their partner. Of course, she'll be taking you to things that are familiar to her, and you will definitely have to bring her out of her comfort zone by coaxing her into trying new places. Anubi are creatures of habit, as previously stated in their love for their routine, and while she will definitely resist the new horizons at first, patience and understanding will help her be able to step out.

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[hanazou]

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖.

(while being shorter than him)

— a chaos of fun!

Word count : 1.5K

Shelf : Hardback

Genre : Romance and fluff, slight crack

Note : Sorry, anon! There was technical issue so I have to post this without your ask! I hope these are detailed enough to your expectations? I wrote more than I expected I would. Once again, thank you to the-foreigner for helping me figure out the tags!

Please enjoy!

 Where have you been all his life?

To say that Chuuya would simply be attracted to you because of your height sounds shallow, so let me phrase it this way; Chuuya is so used to having look up to people since many are taller than him all his life, both men and women, so it kind of does something different to his psyche when he sees you, being shorter than him.

Not to sound stereotypical but it's a given instinct that when you see someone shorter than you, you get the impression that they're cute and it triggers your protective instinct, right? This is what Chuuya feels about you. And since this sensation is new to him, he cherishes it.

Also, since Chuuya leans more towards masculinity, in your relationship with him, you're making him feel more manly. To speak a bit bluntly and in a nutshell, you boost his ego.

You make him feel even more confident and comfortable with himself. It's not that he wasn't confident before he dates you, you're just making him bolder with more sense of control and masculinity, making him feel validated. More dominant and more alpha.

But what does all of that mean, you ask? Here's the highlight of this post; Chuuya will pamper you as your prince charming while simultaneously being your playmate. Perfectly balanced.

Why? Because seeing you being petite, smaller than him, makes you appear as someone he should protect, but the romance doesn't replace the fun. When it comes to being Chuuya's darling, things never get overly cheesy. Yes he can be romantic (he is), but he's not the type to use sweet talks 24/7. He uses his "rough" ways to communicate his romanticism, one of them being your equal, hence the "playmate" dynamic.

Chuuya tells himself that you're his cute, little darling. He will say this to you straightforwardly except the "cute" part. If he casually and accidentally calls you cute from a slip of his tongue, you can definitely tease him back to get even.

He can be the big spoon and the "top" of your relationship, but he will be a switch if he's feeling sluggish. Being the "lead" sometimes makes him need a break, not from you, but from the energy it takes. Chuuya is an emotional guy and can be downright hysterical, and that takes energy, so he will turn to you for solace when he's worn out. To achieve that, Chuuya will utilize your height to bury his face into your neck or lean his forehead on your shoulder when work wears him down.

"Stay like this for a while," His voice blurs into mutters with his face on your shoulder. "Just three minutes."

Pat his head. Do it.

If you're the one feeling low, just put your head against his chest when you're both standing. Chuuya will be confused at first, but he'll silently ruffle your hair with your forehead still against his chest. It will be calming, I promise you.

Whether you're Port Mafia or a regular civilian (I find it easier for him to date someone from the PM though), you can count on Chuuya to be protective. He's already a protective guy by nature but when he sees you, his shorter darling, anywhere close to danger, that protective instinct doubles or even triples.

In fact, he wants you to rely on him. It's not that he wants you to be dependent—Chuuya just wants you to know that he always has your back. He's the combination of loyal and protective, so he wants to prove those qualities he takes pride in to you. Trust is a strong element for him, and by letting him know you count on him, you’re already securing his utmost loyalty and love.

One of the highlights of this post is his hat. You're shorter than him and it makes it easier for Chuuya to just plop his hat on your head on random occasions. No words, no thoughts, just putting his hat on you. It's the subconscious acts of love like this that makes him feel whole with you.

Kouyou will like you for colouring Chuuya's life. She'll make comments about how you both are fun to watch at, especially when you're both doing your silly dating antics, such as "My, my, energetic as always, aren't you both?"

Speaking of dating antics--Emotional maturity? We don't know her.

Doesn’t matter if you're only 2 cm or maybe 10 cm shorter than him. He will take any height advantage and have fun with it. A little too much, in fact.

Chuuya is not above using his ability to put objects in places he knows you can't reach but is close enough for you to struggle, just to watch you squirm. Confidence does things to this man, mischief being one of them. On the instances where you really can't reach up and it's not because of his tricks, something like this is bound to happen ;

"Huh, can't reach the top shelf, can ya? Don't worry, I've got you." He says, chest huffing with pride, before getting a ladder himself.

"...."

Mostly will lift you up to help since he wants to take the small chances to bond with you over simple moments. Short people solidarity. The height boost isn't much since short + short doesn't exactly equate to being tall, but hey, it's the thought and the comedic moments that count.

Speaking of comedic moments;

"Have you reached it yet?!" He asks loudly, craning his head from below you to see upwards. You're sitting on his shoulders and he's making sure he doesn't move around too much, or else you'll fall.

"Just a little bit more—!" You grunt, arm stretched. "Lift me up more, will you? Jump or something!"

"Do you want to fall? Forget it! Just reach higher!

"Maybe I can stand on your shoulders. Hold still--"

"Oi, this vest is 60,000 yen! And this is already the highest I'm lifting you! That's enough, I'll lower you down and just use my ability!"

"No! I'm already grazing it!"

And then you both will proceed to bicker in that weird, eye-catching position, for at least 2 more minutes. It will end if you either jump off him or he floats you down using his ability, and usually it's the latter.

[Sometimes the positions will switch (you lifting him up) but he's a solid 60 kg, it will be a challenge for your muscles and a good workout routine. Good luck getting him to agree to it though.]

[If that happens, chances are your legs will wobble just within seconds from lifting him. Good thing is it increases the humour and mischief in your relationship, downgrade is that it's too silly and stupid to look at to make it feel romantic]

Want to get back at his pranks? Here's a solution. Chuuya will vaporize if you use his clothes. He's taller than you, so let's say his shirt looks like a dress on you.

"W-What do you think you're wearing?!" Is what he shouts, but his flustered face says otherwise. [Bonus: for more critical hit, wear his choker(s). It does ‘things’ to him]

Yeah it's the little things like this that boost his confidence and optimism, and you don't mind him acting like the prince charming in an armour.

If anyone calls you (or even both of you) short, Chuuya will be pissed and defend you and himself since he assumes you also don't like being mocked for your height. He takes it upon himself to "fight" for you too. He has the "we're in this together" mentality.

And so do you. If any Port Mafia's enemies try to waver your confidence or Chuuya's by mocking your heights, it's going to be hell at that point.

If Dazai ever spots you and Chuuya together in public, he will say "Congratulations, Chuuya! You finally found someone shorter to date!" just when Chuuya mumbles "What's that shitty Dazai doing here?" under his breath.

Chuuya will try to kick his face while yelling "Huh?! What'd you just said about us!?"

Don't take what Dazai said personally, he did it to get on Chuuya's nerves, not yours. Instead, why don't you hold Chuuya back so he doesn't chase Dazai?

“Don’t you ever get bored arguing with him?!” You struggle to pull him back. You have to shout to outmatch his shouts.

Chuuya will be interested in height-related shenanigans with you, such as actually reading obviously fake advertisements that promises height growth and asking you if you're interested. He will only do this with you because he knows you won't make silly/berating comments about him. As I've said, trust is the secret ingredient in dating Chuuya.

"Hey, do you think this is real?" He shows you the poster he picked up. The dirt left by his sole on it is still there.

"Chuuya," You try really hard to stop sighing. "At this point, we have to stop lying to ourselves,"

But if the advertisement doesn't sound fake, let's say it utilises supposedly "effective acupuncture techniques", you will lessen the mature act and entertain him a bit.

In short, you and Chuuya will have an energetic and youthful relationship. It doesn't matter where you two are, be it in the cities or the ground zero of battle; if you two are there, people will see one hell of a lively, energetic, short duo.

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[its-nebula]

K1-B0, Shuichi, Kokichi, Nagito, Makoto x S/O Who's Afraid of Men

This poor boy...

He just doesn't understand why you're so afraid to be around him. He can barely get close to you without you wanting to recoil...

"Do my robotic features really scare them that much...? Am...Am I really just... a monster?"

He goes home every day thinking of ways he could gain at least your friendship.

When he tries to research about it, all the websites say to put his hand on your shoulder, or look into his eyes.

But whenever he does any of that, you simply just seem to be terrified, and it always makes him feel upset.

One day, he just couldn't take it any longer.

"S/O, I'm sorry that I scare you so much. It's clear to me now that I'll probably never be seen as normal like everybody else..."

You quickly explain to him that it has nothing to do with him being a robot, but instead you simply get a little scared around men.

"O-Oh! Really?"

He gets a little excited before he realizes what you said.

"Wait, what did you say?"

When the two of you start dating, he makes sure to be as cautious as possible when he's around you.

He makes sure to always make sure you know when he's about to touch you, even when it's something as small as touching you oncthe shoulder or arm.

He lets you initiate any hugs or hand holding.

Understands that this will take some time for you to come out of your shell. It won't just happen overnight, and he's okay with that.

Subtly guides you away from anybody who he deems as a problem, especially if they get even as close as a centimeter too close to you.

As a robot, he feels it's his duty to be your personal bodyguard of sorts.

"Don't worry, S/O. I promise I'll make sure nobody ever harms you ever again."

He doesn't really know what to do.

Automatically knows what's happening.

From his detective work, he's seen cases where victims end up like this. It was never pretty, and it made him frown when he thought of what could've happened to you.

He also notices you seem to be weary of other guys you're around, so he's at least a little assurred that it's not just him thatcmakes you uncomfortable.

Still, he had a fat crush on you, and he didn't know how to approach you.

It wasn't until he was walking through the halls that he saw your familiar face, but he saw that someone was seemingly making you uncomfortable. They had you cornered, and it looked like they were trying to flirt.

"Hey! Stop it!"

Once the person in question left, you thanked him before breaking down into tears, almost instinctively leaning into him.

"You're welcome and...oh!"

He was a little surprised, and hesitated a little before raising his arm up to pat your back.

Once the two of you become official, he lets you warm up to him before he thinks of asking to hug you or hold your hand.

He feels bad whenever he subconsciously puts his hand on your shoulder or something. Once he sees your face, he quickly realizes his mistake.

Gets super happy whenever you feel comfortable enough to hold hands with him, it makes him super happy.

It also makes him blush quite a bit.

"I-I'm so glad you feel more comfortable with me, S/O."

Scowls whenever he senses that someone is making you uncomfortable.

"Leave them alone."

Instinctively holds you close to him, and comforts you when the person is gone.

"As long as I'm here, S/O, you can bet that I'll never ever let anyone put you in harms way. I love you..."

"S/O, what's wrong?"

He's used to people being a little uneasy around him, but never just flat out scared.

His eyes widen once he sees you shield yourself once he reaches out to you, and he freezes.

A twang of guilt hits him right in his stomach, and he instantly takes his hand back.

He gives you a small smile.

"You know, not all of us are the same as whatever douchebags you've encountered."

You felt bad for making assumptions, but you just couldn't help it.

Seeing you in such a fragile state saddened him, and he could even feel himself getting angry at whoever did this to you.

"I bet they must've been so horrendously ugly that nobody could even stand to look at them. You really let somebody like that hurt you?"

You try to defend yourself, but you eventually end up telling him your whole life story.

He doesn't mind, though. It's exactly what he wanted.

When in the relationship, he actually touches you a ton, claiming that it will help you get used to it.

He never ever does it without your knowledge, though. He doesn't want to make you have a heart attack.

Just simple things like hugs.

"See, S/O? You deserve to have loving touches too, and besides, I'm way better than that guy anyways."

If you tell him his name, he sends D.I.C.E after him.

Walks up to him with a sadistic grin on his face.

"So. I see you're the culprit. Well, if you ever even think about going near my precious S/O again, I'll make sure it's the last person you'll ever want to go near! Do you understand?"

The guy is terrified and calls him crazy.

"Crazy about S/O, maybe! Are you scared, like how you scared them? Hmmmmmm?"

The guy runs away in fear, and Kokichi chuckles to himself.

"Glad that's settled."

He was already skeptical of being around you in the first place.

"I understand... I mean, who would want to be around me in the first place?"

It's just his luck that the person he really admired seemed to absolutely hate him.

He kept his distance from you, just watching you silently.

Hajime asked him what was wrong, and Nagito only laughed.

"Hajime! Don't worry about me, it's just my insignificant feelings getting in the way again..."

Haji made Nagito spit it out, and Hajime only shook his head once he found out what was wrong. You and Hajime were actually friends, so he knew exactly what your situation was.

When he explained, Nagito frowned at him, thinking that he was just trying to cheer him up. However, as the days passed by, Nagito came to realize that was not the case.

He did notice that the only guy you seemed to be comfortable with was Hajime, and it made something spark inside of him. His eyebrows furrowed every time he saw the two of you together. Could it be possible that the two of you were together...?

"S/O, is it okay if I talk to you for a second?"

You were a little skeptical, but you went with him and he sighed deeply.

"I'm a friend of Hajime's and I think it's lovely how you seem to give him hope!"

As soon as he realized he was mistaken, he felt a bit sheepish.

"Oh..."

After you started dating, he's very supportive of you.

"Don't worry, S/O! I have hope that you'll get through this!"

Makes sure you're very comfortable whenever the two of you go somewhere, opting to keep you close to him.

Whenever you cry, he can't help but hug you. He wants to make sure you're shown the love that you so deserve.

"The despair you feel now will never compare to the light of hope you'll see once you're better, I promise."

Confused as hell.

Nobody's ever been scared of him before, what's going on?

He didn't say something to offend you, did he?

Kyoko has to "kindly" ask him to please stop, because he's scaring you.

"Makoto, please think about things a little differently. Haven't you noticed how S/O acts around all the men we know?"

"So...they like girls?"

Sigh.

Kyoko was right, he hadn't thought about it that way. He noticed how you always seemed to avoid them, and how you practically braced yourself whenever they came near.

He decided to formally apologize to you.

"I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, S/O. I'm really sorry. Just know that I would never think of hurting you like that."

When you two get together, Makoto is a little bit impatient when it comes to your healing process, but he fully understands and would never do something to hurt you.

"I'll wait for you, S/O. No matter how long it takes, I'll be right here for you."

If you hug or cuddle with him, it lets him know that you trust him, and it makes him very smiley.

Kisses your hand if your cheek is too much for you right now.

"I just want you to know that I love you, S/O. I don't want you to feel alone anymore..."

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏 (𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Pairing: BFF! Kang Yeosang (Ateez)/ BFF! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff, Non Idol! AU.

Synopsis: Yeosang decides to show and prove to his best friend that slow and sensual sex is superior to rough fucking.

Word Count: Around 3-4K

Warnings: Mentions of smoking/drinking, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, semi-drunk sex, sex taping (with consent), sweet vanilla sex with music/ led lights in the background, protective sex that transitions to unprotected (always do safe sex), creampie, best friend/ non-romantic relationship (?)

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"Room for one more?"

Turning her head in the direction of the deep, husky voice next to her, Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't really care. Not my place anyhow."

She lifted the almost finished cigarette to her lips. Taking a small puff of it, she blew out the smoke with then turned back to the dark brown male that had now taken a seat next to her on the porch.

"Want the last one?" She held up her cancer stick for him to take.

"No thanks." He shook his head.

Y/N scoffed at that. "What? Not hard enough for someone like you?"

Throwing the tiny butt onto the ground, she didn't care at all to put it out. Rolling his eyes, Yeosang extended his leg to finish the task of making sure she didn't set anything on fire.

"Sucker." Y/N repeated what she'd often call him.

"Dumbass." He counteracted her attack with his own nickname for her.

"Why are you even out here? Wouldn't you rather be inside and join in on the fun?" She asked him.

Picking up a nearby stick, Yeosang began drawing random shapes on the ground below him.

"What do you classify as fun? I mean, besides destroying your lungs and aging faster."

"Haha, you're so fucking hilarious." Y/N replied sarcastically.

"As if you're any better Yeo. I'm surprised you're not stumbling back to your shitty apartment with either Hwa or Joong helping your wasted ass."

"Need I remind you that you practically live in my so called 'shitty' apartment cause your roommate can't stand you at the dorms." He snorted at her.

"It's not that she can stand me! I can't stand her bringing her douche boyfriend in the middle of the night or at odd hours of the day just so they can fuck each other's brains out!" She exclaimed in frustration.

Smirking at her, Yeosang couldn't help himself as he said:

"Maybe you should get your brain fucked out once in a while. Might help you be a little less bitchy."

Y/N scoffed.

"I'm not bitchy and I certainly don't need it."

"Your face says you do. Like seriously Y/N, when was the last time you got a good fuck? Let me guess. Probably 8 months ago when you let Youngbin pound you behind the bleachers?" He laughed at her.

"Ok! You know what?! Fuck you Yeosang! I can't believe you brought that up!"

Standing up, she began to storm away from him, away from the party and decided to just go to the nearest bus stop so she could go hide under her bed and pretend she didn't exist. Crossing her arms over her chest, she shivered slightly when a slight breeze blew against her. But still she continued walking, not paying attention to the voice calling out for her from behind. She had gotten a block away from where she was when she heard the sound of something scraping against the pavement behind her.

"You're hard to find." Yeosang came up next to her, his feet firmly planted on the skateboard under him.

"And you're hard to get rid of." She threw a passive aggressive smile in his direction.

"Listen..." Shifting the board to the left, he blocked her from walking any further.

"I'm sorry ok? I didn't mean to upset you." He apologized.

"You didn't really upset me.....I just hate bringing that jerk up again."

Yeosang chuckled at her pouty expression. Getting off the skateboard, he kicked down on one of the sides, making it fly up so he could catch it with his hand and tuck it under his elbow.

"Come on. Wanna hang out at my place tonight?" He offered.

"Still got leftover booze from last time?" She asked in anticipation.

"Now who's the alcoholic here snip?"

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It was well past 11 and Y/N had already downed more than half the bottle of the hard liquor. She lifted the glass up again to her lips when she was stopped by her friend beside her.

"Easy tiger. I think you've had more than enough."

Taking the bottle away from her, he wiped the top off before taking a quick gulp before setting it down somewhere next to him.

"I'm not even drunk yet.." Y/N mumbled out.

"Certainly not, but you're definitely not sober. So I'd say you're just a tad bit tipsy."

Y/N shoved him with her shoulder when he tried to lean his head on her.

"No. Go away. I'm still mad at you." She barked at him, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"So I take it I'm sleeping on the couch again?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well I certainly aren't. Shit's uncomfortable af."

Standing up, she threw her crop sweater over her head and tossed it somewhere in the room, her black shorts soon following after. Yeosang barely batted an eyelash at his friend's actions, so used to her walking around half naked around his place.

Slumping down on the bed, she reached into Yeosang's dresser and opened the drawer, knowing she'd find his stash of tootsie pops in it. Picking out a cherry flavored one, she unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth, discarding the wrapper on the waste bin a few feet away from her. Turning on her back, she hummed softly before taking the lollipop out of her mouth momentarily to pat on the empty space next to her and say:

"Sangie, come here. I wanna cuddle."

Yeosang grumbled at her words.

"Whatever happened to me sleeping on the couch?"

"Never said you should. Now come on." She repeated at him.

Yeosang sighed in disbelief, seriously questioning why he even put up with his friend for so long. Removing his plaid pullover hoodie and black skinny jeans, leaving him in just a plain white T-shirt and his black briefs, he slid down next to Y/N and wrapped one of his arms around her waist.

"Happy now?" He inquired of her.

Y/N shifted a little so that they ended up in a more comfortable spooning position.

"Yeah I guess." She murmered softly.

Yeosang began to draw circles across her hip, occasionally pulling the side of her black panty and making it snap against her skin, making Y/N swat his hand away whenever he did.

"Can I have some?" Yeosang gestured to the candy in her mouth.

Pulling it out with a loud 'popping' noise, Y/N held it out for him to take. Putting it in his mouth, Yeosang sucked in it briefly then took a small bite out of it before handing it back to her.

"Heathen." Y/N derided him when she saw the mutilated lollipop.

"Puss." He snickered at her.

They laid there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from them was the occasional sighs or hums that would elude from their mouths. Getting tired and bored of the painful lack of noise, Yeosang reached for his phone and connected it to his bluetooth speakers. Scrolling through his playlist, he smiled smugly as he found the one song he had been listening a lot to lately and did not hesitate to start playing it. Y/N jolted a little when the blaring of trumpets resonated through the room.

"Jesus fucking christ, why must it start in such an unholy manner?" She complained as she shifted a little in Yeosang's embrace.

Yeosang couldn't help but laugh softly.

"And you know that's not the unholy part about it."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sincerity of his words and especially not when the first verses started.

~Tell me what it is you wanna know

Finish up the bottle then we'll go, babe~

"Speaking of which, we didn't finish our bottle."

Y/N made a move to get up, but Yeosang pulled her back down, this time making her lay on top of him.

"Kang Yeosang!" She grunted at him, eyebrows furrowing at him.

"Snippy pants." He winked at her then placed a kiss to her nose.

His hands began to travel down the curve of her lower back, momentarily resting on her ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

~I'm too phased, it's too late

But coming down is all I ever do, babe, yeah~

"Pervert." Y/N accused him when he slapped her ass lightly.

"You weren't complaining when Youngbin-"

Y/N silenced him with a kiss to his lips, her tongue running across his upper lip. Yeosang tried to capture her tongue with his teeth, but she pulled back before he got the chance, making him whine softly.

"Mention that atrocity one more time and I will blow up your dick." She threatened him.

Yeosang couldn't help but poke fun at her.

"I wouldn't necessarily say no. I've heard your blowjob stories."

Y/N smacked his chest.

"What?! You think guys don't talk about it around me? They don't hold back just because we're close." He ruffled her hair.

"What about you? How come I never hear any stories from you? Is our little Sangie an actual saint?" She jeered at him.

Yeosang smiled softly, his hands pulling on Y/N's bra strap.

"First of all, let me assure you I'm not little.."

Lifting his hips up slightly, he grinded against her so she could feel his semi hard on. Y/N widened her eyes momentarily, her subconscious wishing he'd repeat the action one more time.

"And I'm not a saint. I'm just not as promiscuous as the other guys, that are into rough fucking all the girls in our class." He explained as he moved Y/N's strap so it fell off her shoulder.

Y/N couldn't help but look at him incredulous.

"Seriously? Getting fucked like a pornstar is one of the best feelings ever. Best kind of sex there is."

"I beg to differ babygirl. I find it to be completely overrated." He mused softly before placing a kiss to her exposed shoulder.

~And I'm so down if you're ready

I'm floating but I'm heavy

And I'll show you if you let me, girl~

"So what? You mean to tell me vanilla sex is better?" She rolled her eyes.

Yeosang couldn't help the mischievous smile that formed on his sculpture like face.

"It's not just better.....it's superior."

Yeosang's hand grabbed the remote next to his lamp, which he promptly turned off. Clicking on the first button, the room instantly illuminated a dark red from the LED lights that Yeosang had installed when he first moved into the apartment.

"Want me to show you?"

Y/N hadn't even responded but Yeosang was already unclasping her bra. His hands caressed her exposed back as he patiently waited for her answer. Feeling brave, Y/N sat up to let the garment fall off her body and onto the floor. She looked back to see Yeosang's reaction. He bit his lip, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him in an effort to contain himself from touching her before she gave her consent.

Y/N leaned down, her hand cupping his chin.

"Show me then."

Closing the distance between them, she kissed him tenderly. Yeosang hummed into the kiss, his fingers tucking a side of her hair behind her ear.

~I don't know if you already know how

But girl, I got the feeling that you know now~

Yeosang's tongue pressed against her bottom lip, making Y/N chuckle, but nonetheless granted him access to her mouth. Holding the sides of her neck, Yeosang swirled his tongue inside her, before pulling her own into his mouth to gently suck on it.

"Hehet....you smell like alcohol." He said in between their makeup session.

"Shut up and kiss me you dork."

She pulled him back in and deepened their kiss, her mouth hungrily and sloppily kissing his, her lips trailing across his chin and jaw at times.

"Fuck. How desperate are you?" Yeosang asked.

"A whole lot, now can you fucking stop being the ass you are and get on with it?" She pleaded with him.

In a flash, Yeosang flipped her onto her back. Burying his face in her neck, he placed open mouth kisses across it until he found exactly what he was looking for when Y/N's breath hitched.

"Found you."

Yeosang began to suck onto the sensitive patch of skin he had discovered. Y/N tilted her head to give him better access, which he took complete advantage of. Yeosang only pulled away after making sure there'd be a crimson red mark for anyone to see the following days. Satisfied with his work, he moved further south and began to kiss down her sternum, his hands going from her hips to her waist.

His lips went from kissing in between the valley of her breasts, to gliding over and taking one of her perky nipples into his mouth. His other hand made sure that its twin wasn't left unattended as he pinched and played with it delicately between his long and slender fingers. Without realizing it, Y/N arched her back, making Yeosang smile against her skin.

"You're definitely enjoying this." He teased her, biting faintly on her tiny bud.

"Sh-shut up..." She mumbled.

"And I haven't even gotten to the fun part."

Yeosang dragged his mouth painfully slow down her stomach, placing open mouth kisses on several parts of her skin. Once, he reached her belly button, he couldn't help but feel a little playful. Pressing his face down, he blew against her skin, causing her to squeak and giggle at the vibrations.

"Sangie!" She gushed at him and his awfully cute action.

"Sorry." He apologized but the sparkle in his eyes indicated he was anything but.

When he realized he was in between her legs, only a piece of fabric separating him from her most intimate place, he looked back up at her, mentally asking her if she still wanted to continue. Maybe it was the partially drunk part of her brain or maybe it was the sober part, either way, Y/N nudged Yeosang with her knee, urging him to do something.

Getting the hint, Yeosang grabbed the sides of her panties and began to rid her of them. Y/N lifted herself up so the process was easier for him, and even parted her legs for him, her neediness wanting him to just do as he pleased.

Yeosang inhaled and exhaled sharply as he stared down at his best friend's glistening and almost dripping core, the astonishment and lust in his stare quite unmistakable. His hands wrapped themselves on the back of her knees, his body leaning closer to get a better look at her.

"Well?" Y/N chuckled when he stayed dumb for a while.

Smiling an ironically pure smile, Yeosang didn't take his gaze off from between her legs as he responded:

"It's pretty.......so fucking pretty."

Turning his head, he kissed her right knee tenderly, dragging his lips around it. Eventually, he began kissing up her inner thighs, both of them, leaving no spot unattended. Y/N began to breath more rapidly as she watched him earnestly inch closer and closer to her lips.

"Oh-oh..."

Y/N gasped when Yeosang dragged the tip of his nose up her slit, making sure to press down on her clit.

"Fuck! You smell absolutely delicious babe."

Releasing her knees, he brought his fingers up so they could spread her folds apart so he could glide his wet muscle up and taste a bit of her. Yeosang couldn't get enough of her taste, as shown by his relentless effort in licking and sucking at her clit. One of his fingers began prodding at her entrance, swirling around and finally sinking inside her.

"Fucking hell Y/N, you're so tight and you're already sucking in one of my fingers. Seriously how long have you not gotten any dick?" He inquired as he added a second finger, beginning to scissor them inside her.

"Too. Fucking. Long."

Shutting her eyes, her hands went to Yeosang's hair and began pulling at it, her hips pressing against his face.

"Yeosangie..... help me..." She whined at him.

Paying attention to her needs, Yeosang buried his face in her heat once again, sucking and lapping enthusiastically, moaning occasionally as his 2 fingers slid in and out of her at a moderate pace. Y/N's chest began rising up and down, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to spilling all over her friend's face. The thought of her actually cumming in Yeosang's mouth riled her up more than she'd ever think it would. Yeosang felt her walls tightening around his fingers, clear indication she was about to cum. Being the teasing asshole he was, he pulled his fingers out and detached his mouth from her core, panting slowly from having been eating her out so passionately, some of her arousal smeared on his chin, upper lip and even on his nose.

"What the hell you jerk!?"

Y/N sat up, fully committed to smack him across the face, but he gripped her wrists as he forced her back down.

"Calm down Y/N, I promise you'll be cumming soon."

Leaning in, he kissed her forehead lovingly, sending flutters down her body. Her hand placed itself on his chest.

"Off." Although it was technically an order, she meant it more as a request.

Yeosang pulled his shirt over his head, allowing Y/N to gawked at his lean but toned abs and muscles.

"Fuck.......when did you start working out skater boi?"

Yeosang blushed and giggled shyly.

"Around the same time you began showing off your legs a lot more."

Y/N watched in anticipation as he began to remove his boxers. She widened her eyes when she saw her long time friend's cock slap against his stomach, the tip already leaking out precum.

"Holy shit. You weren't kidding when you said you weren't little." She complimented him.

Y/N reached out to try and grab it in her hand, but Yeosang swatted her hand away.

"You can suck my cock another time. Right now though, I'm dying to have it inside your tight hole."

Y/N clenched at the mere thought of having such a good looking cock inside her. She'd never outwardly admit it, but she always had a thing for visual stimulation and above average dicks.

Opening the drawer, Yeosang took out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth, soon rolling it onto his length. He slowly lowered his body on top of hers, kissing her softly as he aligned himself at her entrance. With a roll of his hips, he slid inside her, both of them moaning loudly. Yeosang let a few seconds pass before he began rolling his hips, starting at a slow and steady pace that matched the rhythm of the music playing in the background. His face hid in her neck, biting and kissing at her shoulders as his hands kept her waist firmly planted on the mattress.

"Fuck, you feel amazing Y/N." He whispered against her ear, making her sigh blissfully.

Wanting to dote on her more, he began spurting out a relay of compliments.

"You look so beautiful like this baby. Fuck! I wish I could capture this moment forever."

Feeling bold, Y/N held out her hand and began tapping around until she found what she was wanting to grab. She held out Yeosang's phone to him.

"Then why don't you?"

Yeosang groaned, halting his movements so as to not cum from her insinuation.

"Are you for real?" He wanted to make sure she wasn't kidding.

"Please just don't film my face. I don't want anyone to know it's me in case it gets in the wrong hands or you upload it to a porn site." She stated making him burst out in a lighthearted laugh.

"Oh honey I won't do that. I'm keeping this for my fap material."

Yeosang sat up as he turned on the camera. He began moving once the phone started recording the naughty scene taking place in his bedroom, this time going a little rougher than at first. He loved watching the way Y/N's tits bounced every time he pushed back inside of her. The red LED lights only made it more thrilling, adding a more erotic aesthetic that the camera captured perfectly.

~I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red, ah

She said "Fuck me like I'm famous"

I said, "Okay"~

Yeosang's free hand ran across her stomach, momentarily pressing down on the bulge protruding from there. Then it began to squeeze at her breasts, fondling and groping them in a not too harsh fashion.

"Yeosang..... I need more..." She spoke out.

Yeosang pressed paused to help her out.

"Want more? Ok. Turn around for me baby."

~Push a little further on the edge

Crawl a little further on the bed, babe~

Pulling out of her, his hands helped her turn her body for him. Y/N immediately got on all fours, but Yeosang pressed his hand on her back.

"As cute as you look right now my friend, that's not what I had in mind."

Pushing her down, he made her lay her body on the mattress into a low doggy position. Y/N looked back at him with a questioning gaze.

"Trust me Y/N. It'll have you cumming in seconds."

Picking up his phone again, he was about to resume recording when Y/N's words made him snap up.

"Sangie please fuck me raw."

Yeosang swore he had a mini heart attack when she said that.

"Y..Y/N....what are you-"

"It's ok! I'm on birth control and I just really want to feel you and have you cum inside me." She confessed unashamedly.

Yeosang thought about it for a minute before deciding 'screw it' and threw away the condom that was wrapped around his dick. Pumping himself a few times, he finally pressed record again, wanting to capture the moment he entered his friend completely raw.

This time his thrusts were more deep and fast paced, wanting to have Y/N come as fast as possible, which wasn't going to take too long, if her now loud gasps and moans were a major clue.

"Oh- oh my g-god!"

Y/N now understood what Yeosang meant when he said he'd have her cumming in seconds. With his cock pushing in and out of her rapidly it made the mattress underneath her rub against her clit in the most addicting friction she'd ever had.

"T-told you so.." Yeosang couldn't hide the shit eating grin on his face, which Y/N would have slapped off if she could see it.

Gripping at her hip harshly, he angled himself so he could hit that special spot in her, finding it quite easily after many practices in the same room from past lovers. Y/N tried biting her lip but it wasn't enough so she resorted to hiding her face on the pillow in front of her, muffling her near shrieking moans.

~You're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud

But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down~

Lifting her head up slightly, she tried to warn him.

"S-Sangie...I'm gonna-"

She threw her head down again, not wanting Yeosang's next door neighbors to complain next day about the noise, given how thin the walls were.

Positioning his phone on the dresser, Yeosang crouched down and lifted her face up to look at him. She looked almost completely fucked out, her hair sticking onto her face, sweat beads piling on her forehead. Yeosang kissed her messily, his mouth silencing some of her moans as well as his own.

"Go ahead gorgeous. Cum for me. I'll be right behind her."

Yeosang let out a deep, gutteral moan when he felt her clench around him, her body shaking underneath him as she came hard. A series of cursing ensued as he spilled himself inside her, coating her walls with his cum. He slowed down his movements, but never halted them completely, wanting her and himself to ride out their orgasms. When he finally stilled inside her, he grabbed his phone again and held it close to where their bodies connected.

"Holy shit. That's so hot." He said in an almost gloating tone as he pulled himself out of his best friend and watched as part of his cum seeped out of her.

Turning off the camera, he reached for the box of wet tissues on his nightstand and began wiping Y/N down. Tapping on her shoulder, he asked:

"You ok there bud?"

Y/N let out a muffled "Yeah."

"Cute." He shook his head.

Turning off the music, he plopped beside Y/N, turning her so they could resume spooning like they were in the beginning.

"So....?"

Y/N opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him.

"So what?" She looked at him rather puzzled.

"Do you agree now that vanilla sex is superior?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Y/N hummed as she pondered about it in her head. Turning around so her body faced his, she pulled him closer.

"I don't know.....might need a little more convincing..." She joked.

Yeosang took notice of the slight smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the top of her head.

"Oh trust me. I don't think this will be the last time...."

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~Song used here: Slow Down- Chase Atlantic ~

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[ssamie]

six. “friends die together”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide 

masterlist.           suicide freak!

kenma slowly opened his eyes. the dim rays of the sun were slowly peeking through his bedroom window as he stretched and rolled around his bed, wrapping himself up in a blanket burrito as he felt his eyes slowly fluttering close once again. 

it had been atleast a week since he's actually gotten sleep, and now he's just trying to relish in the feeling of rest before he completely disregards it again. 

all of a sudden, his phone rang. 

"what the.." he mumbled with a groan 

it was currently five in the morning, and he knew kuroo was smart enough not to call him. especially since kenma would usually just be gaming or would just straight up ignore him. 

"hello?" he muttered to the phone, not bothering to check the ID 

"good morning!" y/n's chirpy la-di-da voice resonated from the phone 

immediately, kenma groaned and rolled his eyes. he had to fight the urge of hanging up the phone then and there. 

"what do you want? and why are you calling me so early in the morning?" kenma asked 

"now, now! don't be so stingy kenma-kun!" she laughed "i just wanted to check up on ya, that's all" she said, followed by soft humming of a melody 

kenma blinked as he groggily listened to her words. "oh. okay.." 

"thanks for that, i guess.." he said 

"aww! your voice is all deep and gravelly in the morning! very hot." she chirped 

kenma sighed. he could practically sense the stupid flirty smile appearing on her face. "and you sound oh so happy. as always." kenma chirped back sarcastically

a small smile grazed his lips as she started laughing on the other line. 

"oh, kenma! you're so funny!" she chuckled "when have i ever been happy?" 

"wait what-" 

"anyways, kenma-kun.." she trailed off, her cheerful tone now dropped as an eerily serious and guarded one replaced it. 

"y-yes?" kenma gulped 

"im afraid im in a tight spot as we speak. its quite critical. please come to the location i will send you." she spoke in a monotonous tone 

"huh? wait!" kenma exclaimed. he sat up on his bed, subconsciously reaching for his nekoma jacket which was messily laid out on the foot of his bed. "what are you talking about?" he asked, his hands were shaking, as well as his voice. 

"its a crisis! only you can help!" she said 

"okay. i-i'll be there.." 

humming under her breath, y/n patiently waited for kenma to arrive. she didn't have so much faith at first, but once she heard the soft thumping of feet on the ground, she grinned. 

"w-what happened?" kenma asked through ragged breaths as he skidded to a halt infront of her "a-and what are you wearing?" kenma asked 

he took notice of her rather formal attire, laying underneath the sand colored coat she had. his brows then shot up as he calmed his ragged breathing. 

"is this because of your weird detective work thing? did you get trapped?" kenma asked worriedly. when she didn't answer, he simply panicked even more. "why did you call me?! you should've called those other detective people!" kenma exclaimed 

"i got in myself" she admitted with a small innocent smile 

"what?" kenma deadpanned, now starting to regret running atleast eight blocks just to help her 

"well, you see.. i heard there's a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum. so i decided to give it a shot" she said with the same innocent smile. she then chuckled sheepishly as she started sinking deeper into the oil drum. 

"but now that i've wedged myself in this deep, i can't get out on my own" she said 

kenma simply stared her down, looking unamused, tired and annoyed. "i see." he says 

"i think i might die" she pouted as she sank deeper into the drum. 

kenma grunted and sat on the ground, sitting a few feet from the drum she was stuck in. he was kind of impressed on how her whole body hadn't snapped in two yet. 

"well, isn't that what you wanted?" kenma said with a huff of annoyance 

"i like suicide" she said with a scoff, sounding somewhat offended "but i don't like suffering and pain! why would i?" 

"i see" kenma said with a sigh. he sat up from the ground and narrowed his eyes, trying to look for a way to free her from the oil drum

"also, i learned this only after i stuffed myself in here, but it wasn't even a suicide method!" she laughed 

"but, it was actually a torture method from the-" 

before she could even finish her sentence, she was cut off as kenma pushed the oil drum over, sending her and the drum rolling off. he let out a huge breath of air as he cradled his aching hands. 

"ni-nice job, kenma-kun" she squeaked out as she wiggled free of the drum. "but now.. we have only an hour left before school starts" she said as she patted down her clothes and combed her fingers through her hair 

"and i heard from nekomata-san that he has some news that you boys would surely love" she said as she stretched her aching muscles 

"are we really gonna move past the fact that you wedged yourself in an oil drum!?" kenma exclaimed in aggravation 

". . ." she looked at him with a dumb smile before sending him a wink and a thumbs up. 

"yep! we sure are!" 

"i hate you so much" kenma muttered 

she smirked teasingly and loomed over his shoulder "hehehe~ well if you hate me so much, then why go through all the trouble to help me?" she cooed 

kenma scoffed and flicked her away. "because we're.." he trailed off "nevermind.." a small blush covered his cheeks faintly, but it was enough to get her attention. 

she chuckled lowly and poked his cheeks. she narrowed her eyes and tauntingly stared him down. "oya? what's this, kenma-kun? do you like me or something?~" she teased 

kenma flinched and covered his cheeks with his hands "no! no i don't!" he quickly denied "i just thought that.." he muttered quietly

"since we're friends and all.. i thought it'd be right to help you.." kenma admitted bashfully 

stunned from his words, she couldn't really do anything but stare at him blankly with widened eyes. "we're friends?" she asked 

kenma spluttered at her response, suddenly feeling anxious and embarrassed, thinking that he overstepped their 'relationship' 

"um- i mean.. i just thought that since we've been hanging out but.." kenma said nervously. he fiddled with his hands as he looked down at his feet, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. 

"sorry, i guess i overstepped. sorry for misreading things" he apologised 

finally realising what she's done, she gasped in horror as she looked at his heartbroken expression  "oh my gosh." she muttered "im so sorry!" 

she frantically patted his back, and stroked his hair "i-i meant like- i didnt know you considered me as a friend!" she exclaimed  "i kind of thought you just see me as a suicidal leech or something!" she shrieked 

"im sorry kenma! kill me now!" she exclaimed dramatically 

kenma finally looked up to see her tearing some of her bandages off, only for her to tie it tightly around her neck. 

"im sorry!" she cried as she squeezed tightly, trying to strangle herself to death 

"wait! don't do that!" kenma said in panic. his hands pried the bandages off and hastily threw them away. 

"you don't have to kill yourself over me" kenma sighed 

she sniffled and crushed him in her arms "kenma! you are most certainly my most treasured friend!" she cried 

"i would die for you and with you!" 

"let's not go too far" kenma said with a small smile 

"shall we start with the double suicide now?" she asks, fully ignoring his interjection 

"no <3" 

"fukurodani?" she muttered, looking quite confused and clueless 

"yes. it seems a three-day practice match has been scheduled" nekomata said with a smile  "their coach suggested the idea and who was i to decline, am i right?" nekomata chuckled 

"this will be a good opportunity for the team to train and explore new ways of playing for future tournaments." nekomata then looked at y/n and sent her a close eyed smile. "and a chance for you to test your managing skills, y/n-san" he said 

she nodded in agreement. 

"well then, now that that's settled.. you’re free to go! rest up and eat well! you'll be playing nonstop starting tomorrow" nekomata said as he ushered them out of the gym 

"thanks, coach!" the team yelled 

as the team arrives by the gate, they started to disperse. fukunaga, inouka, teshiro, and shibayama ended up declining the offer of an afterschool hangout. they claimed they needed the rest for upcoming games, so they left them be. 

"bye guys! bye y/n-senpai! see you tomorrow!!" inouka yelled from across the street. the energetic first year was waving both his arms around while shibayama drags him along. fukunaga sends them a quick nod and a small wave before they completely disappear from sight. 

"hm, so what do you guys wanna do?" kai asks with a smile 

"let's eat!" lev suggested with a grin 

"sure. where should we go? i don't really have a particular craving right now" kai said as he looked at his friends expectantly 

"we should eat at the diner near that convenience store" yaku says "it's cheap and they serve great food" 

simply humming to herself, y/n takes a quick look at the boys who seemed to be lost in their own conversations. her (e/c) colored eyes then landed on kenma, who seemed to busy with his game. 

kuroo was holding on his bag, making sure the pudding-head wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic. she smiled at the boy, taking in his overwhelmingly beautiful features. 

yamamoto was beside her, ranting about his friends from karasuno and their 'goddess of a manager' 

"we’re here!" lev unnecessarily announced as he skipped into the said diner.  "what should we eat?" he asks 

"fish-" ; "meat-" 

yaku and kuroo freeze and look at each other. their eyes silently roam one another as they look at the other with judgment. 

"hah? are we really doing this again, yakkun?" kuroo scowled. the taller bedheaded male leaned down to get all up in yaku's face, while the latter simply did the same 

"dont call me that stupid nickname, bedhead!" yaku scowled as well "and fish? pssh, what are you a grandpa?" yaku said with a snicker 

"could you stop making comments proving you lack docosahexaenoic acid?" kuroo sneered in aggravation 

"you're ought to eat more fish to fix that.. maybe even your height problem!" kuroo taunted 

yaku scowled and gripped the taller boy's collar "your stupid face is begging to be hit!" 

"no! kuroo-san, don't let him hit you!" lev yelled "he's feral!" 

"oi! shut up!" taketora hissed as he covered lev's mouth with his hand 

yaku turned to face lev, evidently irked and angered by his comment. "hah?! come here, you tall lampost! -" 

"wah! yaku-san i didnt even do anything!" lev exclaimed with teary eyes as the shorter boy continued to kick him 

kai and taketora then took initiative to calm their friends down. partially because they didn't want anyone injured. but mostly because they were fighting infront of the diner, and it was starting to get embarrassing. 

"ke-n-ma~" she cooed in a sing song tone 

kenma sighed and quickly glanced at her, before averting his attention back to his game "what?" he said 

she smiled and laced their arms together. she then pointed to a bridge not so far away from where they were standing. "you see that bridge?" she asked "and the pretty river under it?" 

"oh god. i see where this is going." kenma groaned. he turned off his game and followed her finger, eyeing the bridge she was talking about. 

"wouldn't it be so nice if we just jump off-" 

"how about we don't do that?" kenma cut her off with a sigh 

"but you're my friend right?" she whined childishly "don't friends die together?!" 

"how about we don't die at all. doesn't that sound better?" kenma tried to convince her with a sheepish smile 

her smile fell as she narrowed his eyes, seemingly disgusted and offended by his statement. 

"what? no, not at all." 

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[bsw--hikan]

(璀璨星途 Bright Star Way) Main Story: Chapter 1-1

➤ Main Story Masterlist

➤ Will use MC instead of  我(Wǒ)=You

➤ Spoiler free content: Translations will be on cut below

"Your artist has been blocked up again at Mu Tian Hotel, why don't you come and deal with it?"

In Hua Yu at 04.28 a.m., it had just rained, and the air was filled with sticky water vapor. On the empty street, I hurriedly stopped at the intersection, lowered my head and dialed ‘Xi Jie’ again. 

Just now, I received a notice from a reporter I knew, that my artist ‘Xi Jie’ hasn't come out since he entered Mu Tian Hotel last night. Now there are full of media outside the hotel. 

Dialed calls are still unanswered. I put away my phone, followed the green light across the street, looked at the cars parked in front of the hotel.

I never really thought that the first thing I had to deal with on the first day as an agent was this kind of bloody scene.

The Mu Tian Hotel is a member-only high-end hotel, but it cannot be ruled out that some reporters have already entered the hotel. If the reporter has photographed something....

For special identity reason, I showed the relevant documents to the security personnel at the gate according to the previous agreement. They confirmed it as usual and released me smoothly.

As I'm thinking about it, suddenly I am patted on the back.

Qiao Lu : Are you looking for Xi Jie?

MC : Um, why are you here?

Qiao Lu snort lightly as if mocking herself, turned around and wave to the on-duty manager who is trotting over not far away.

When I saw this person, I subconsciously looked around. The woman in front of me called Qiao Lu, she is an actress, but also Xi Jie's childhood sweetheart girlfriend.

Qiao Lu : Follow me, I know where he is.

The Presidential Suite 2172 was filled with a dense scent of wine, our entry did not affect the man the woman in the room. On the sofa, Xi Jie half-armed a long-haired girl, talking and laughing. My eyes swept over them and fell on the woman beside them.

Qiao Lu didn't alert the media when she came over, indicating that she didn't want some people to hurt Xi Jie with the things in front of them or even come to help him, but I can see such a scene with my own eyes....

Qiao Lu : Xi Jie!

Couldn't help it, the muffled sound of high heels stepping on the carpet quickly approach the man and woman. The slightly drunk Xi Jie look at Qiao Lu in front of him for a moment, then he reacted and hurriedly pushed away the woman beside him.

Xi Jie : Qiao, Qiao Lu !? You, why are you here?

Qiao Lu : Why am I here? Would you like to ask the woman next to you?

Manager on-duty : Excuse me.... Do you want to put the car to the back door of the warehouse as before?

The Manager on-duty who followed behind us let out a smirk and asked me with a professional smile.

MC : (It also appears that the hotel knows our relationship very well). Yes, thank you.

I frowned slightly and saw the manager take out the signed form from behind and handed it to me.

Manager on-duty : Then please sign it here.

I took the pen and signed at the corner of the page....

Manager on-duty : After you pack up, go through the sky garden to the office building at the back, take the elevator to the third basement floor, I arranged for a driver to wait there.

I nodded, heard a faint arguing from the fire escape at the end of the corridor, and looked at the three people in the room again.

MC : Xi Jie, there are paparazzi squatting outside now, please leave this place with me first.

While talking, I looked at Qiao Lu next to me.

MC : Personal problems, I think you should wait and find a safe place to solve them privately. No one of you three would wants to make into headlines for this matter, right?

The scene was quiet for two seconds, and I pointed to Xi Jie in the direction outside the door and signaled him to leave immediately. There was almost no one in the hotel corridor early in the morning, and the green plants in the corridor exuded an earthy smell after the rain.

Qiao Lu followed us, her footsteps became slower and slower, and she stopped Xi Jie when she was halfway there.

Qiao Lu : Xi Jie...

She bit her lip, her hand that were tugging at the corner of her clothes loosened and tightened, repeated several times.

Qiao Lu : Let’s break up...

Xi Jie : What did you say?

Xi Jie stared at her in disbelief, but Qiao Lu chuckled a little self-deprecatingly, then turn around and walked to leave. Seeing this, Xi Jie was annoyed. He took two steps forward and grabbed Qiao Lu’s arm with a strong tone.

Xi Jie : What did you just say? Say it again!

Qiao Lu : ....I said I’ve had enough, let’s break up. Let go your hand, it hurts me!

Seeing that Xi Jie’s emotions were out of control, I hurried forward to stop him, but he pushed me away.

Xi Jie : None of you business!

I staggered back a few steps and nearly fell, when a pair of big hands supported my back just in time.

MC : Sorry...

I looked at the man behind me in a embarrassment, but the words I wanted to explain the current situation suddenly got stuck in my throat.

MC : (Is this person.... Yu Lang?)

He looked at Xi Jie and Qiao Lu not far away and raised his eyebrows with obvious impatience in his expression. Before I could figure out what to do next, he stepped forward and grabbed the arm that Xi Jie was pulling.

Yu Lang : Hey, let go.

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Zhao ManCheng : Again and again! How many times have I told you, MC? Take care about Xi Jie!

The chairman of the company, Mr. Zhao, came along the phone line. The scorching temperature rose up from the neck to the base of the ear, I pinched the eyebrows and couldn’t argue.

Zhao ManCheng : You only have two artists and you can’t manage them well? Now you have to be led by the media! Immediately return to the company to discuss the solution!

MC : But Chairman Zhao, I just arrived at the production site for [Secret Strings], there will be a press conference tomorrow night, I’ll be going to check the content with them later.

Chairman Zhao sighed, unable to hide his irritability.

Zhao MaCheng : Go and deal with Chu Xia matters first, don’t mess with one and can’t keep the other!

After hanging up the phone, I sighed slowly and looked at Xi Jie’s news. The matter this time spread quickly, but within a few hours, the news of their breakup became known to everyone.

Of course, the more reason is that this incident involved the singer ‘Yu Lang’ who just dropped from the hot news because of the termination of the contract with the company.

Before I came to the production site, I had told Xi Jie that he had to keep his mind safe for a while, but after thinking about it, I still felt uneasy. 

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. As long as he can listen to what others say, Qiao Lu probably won’t break up with him.

I sighed and heard a faint greeting from the Assistant Director from the filming site next door, so I packed up my things and prepared to go over there to take a look.

 *Director : All silent! Picture is up!

Director : Power on.

*Director : Recording preparation.

Director of Photography : Ready!

Cameraman : Clapper.

Clapper : Scene 7, Shot 3, Take 1.

*Director : Action!

Following the director’s order, the entire shooting crew quickly entered into a focus state. Chu Xia crossed her legs and sat in front of the table facing a man.

Chu Xia : You have no choice, now only I can help you. For ‘Xiao Qiang’ , you must sign this contract.

The corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and her voice was calm but with a fierce aura. It was a temperament that came out of the bones, and it was a bit stinging with pride.

Xu Zhengqian : Shen Yun, you really have no heart.

Xu Zhengqian didn’t read the contract at all, he just signed on the last page. He didn’t even turn his head to look at her, then turned away. And Chu Xia, who was sitting on the spot, slowly shrank his fingers. 

In the camera, her radiant eyes suddenly dimmed. She pressed her lips hard, but her eyes were slowly plated with a layer of red. The sharpness on her body just now was replaced by a fragility that would break when touched, which was disappointing.

*Director : Cut!

MC : (This is what an artist should look like...)

I watched the passage twice in front of the director’s monitor, and suddenly came back to my senses when I heard Chu Xia’s call.

Chu Xia : Girl, you’re here.

MC : mm...

I nodded awkwardly at her. Chu Xia is another artist beside Xi Jie, and I have been good friends since college. Faced with this close relationship, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Chu Xia : If you don’t come to see me again, I thought you were gone. 

MC : I...

I was hesitating about how to answer, but the assistant who ran over rescued me in time.

He ShiMeng : Teacher, the young lady who just put on makeup has urged her to help sister Chu Xia with her makeup, and rehearse for tomorrow’s live broadcast in 20 minutes.

MC : Okay. Then you bring Chu Xia over first, and I will communicate with them to discuss the process for tomorrow.

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*Assistant Director (AD)

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