from this list of prompts!
“here comes the airplane!” “i can feed myself.” “too bad.”
“what... are you trying to do?” sae shoots you the look of a raised eyebrow and lips twisted in confusion, eyeing the spoonful of porridge in your hand and the mischievous smile he’s come to adore.
currently he sits on his bed, tucked in all the fluffliest and warmest blankets you could find in his apartment. which weren’t a lot, so he’s also wrapped in his own hoodies. you even made a comment about him looking like deflated baymax — he had glared at you, you laughed even more.
sae doesn’t get sick a lot, and when he does, he’d most likely brush it off as normal cold that would go away on its own or whatever, which is also the reason behind his bad habit of never telling you about the times he is sick.
although you find out anyway, and sae guesses it’s because his manager is working double ways. well, he doesn’t really mind it either. because each time it leads to our current situation — which, although he never has and never will admit — is something he always looks forward to. and if he's being honest, he wouldn’t mind getting sick on purpose for the very reason.
“isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to handfeed you.” you say, in a manner of declaring an obvious fact.
“no, don’t do that.” he deadpans. ( he’s hiding his smile. )
“here comes the airplane!” you ignore him, slowly bringing the spoonful towards him.
“i can feed myself.” although he makes no visible effort to back away, he scrunches his nose. his eye travel to the porridge, then to you and back to the spoonful. he sighs.
“too bad,” you say, and sae isn’t given much choice but to oblige, “i’m gonna do it anyway.”
of course you will.
he rolls his eyes, you peer down at him expectantly, “well??”
“...well what?” his cheeks are puffed out like a hamster. but you would never say that out loud and risk your chances of seeing him like this again. you have to bite back a laugh. although you can’t resist the smile tugging at your lips.
“is it any good?” your smile grows.
“it’s... porridge. is it ever good?” he says dryly.
“yeah, but I’m handfeeding you! doesn’t being taken care of this way by the love of your life sway your heart?” you gasp dramatically, and sae lets out a weak chuckle.
“meh,” he laughs at the way your face drops from grinning like an excited child to that of a serious middle aged man. ( :D to :| )
“fine. then, enjoy it yourself.” you try to hand him the bowl, but he holds down your hands instead.
sae looks at you with a precise gaze, keeping yours on him. it’s serious and unwavering, although to a stark contrast to his cheeks and mouth. both sweetly pouted like that of a child’s. then he parts his lips, slightly so, mirroring your expectant expression from before.
“you’re really going to leave the love of your life by himself when he’s sick?” his eyes shine. a playful chuckle leaves his lips when you roll your eyes.
it’s the side effects of the medicines you’ve been forcing him to take. that must be it. but for now, sae can’t bring himself to give half a damn.
“well, i thought the love of my life didn’t need me to take care of him.” your thumb traces the corner of his mouth, sae bites it playfully. he kisses it just seconds later when you frown.
“i’m actually so sick i could die right now.” he laughs. side effects of the medicines, really.
you roll your eyes at him, bringing the spoonful to him again. “how’s the porridge now?”
“it’s meh,” he says again, ignoring the self assured smirk you wear, “but i’ll work with it.”
“i thought you could feed yourself?” you bring another spoonful to his lips, and he obliges instantly this time.
“i am the love of your life. it’s the least you could do.”
you bite back a laugh at that, sae is a little more unguarded than usual when he’s sick. it’s cute.
“baby”
“yes?”
“baby as in you’re a baby. it’s derogatory.”
it’s his turn to roll his eyes, “yeah, yeah.” he parts his lips once again.
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imagine an au where you wake up to a chill seeping through the comfort of your duvet. it's a little unusual. the mornings shouldn't be so cold anymore; did you maybe leave the window open?
a headache blooms along your conscience, and you think that maybe you had one too many drinks out of frustration last night. but, then again, it's not your fault that prickly bastard got on your nerves and made you drink till you passed out. he just has it out for you!
bare arms are draped over your equally bare midriff, its hold around you tightening and— wait. you're NAKED?!
by the speed at which you flipped to your other side, you wouldn't be surprised if you got whiplash. actually, scrap that. maybe the familiar face lying beside you, alongside the marks you barely caught a glimpse of amidst your turn, is more than enough to wish you actually did get it.
"mmh, what's wrong?" he mumbles in all his sleepy glory, clearly disoriented from your sudden movement. a hand rubs against his heavy lids in a feeble attempt to clear out the bleary fog which clings to his vision, one in which blocks the sight of you by default. "you're never up before me in these mornings."
...how did you end up in the bed of your arch-nemesis (self-proclaimed), naked, and— why is he staring at you so affectionately? weren't you just at each other's throats a few hours ago? (figuratively or literally, it doesn't matter. you were at each other's throats all the same.)
(or, you somehow find yourself three years into the future, married to the very same prickly bastard who made you black-out drunk (self-inflicted). and naked (not self-inflicted. probably).)
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Model!Satoru, who is the newest rising star due to his good looks and charming personality, making all his fans fall to their knees at a simple cocky smirk sent their way. he’s so private about his personal and love life, smiling before ignoring the interviewer question and instead talk about his latest shoot. there’s multiple rumors of him dating a fellow coworkers, although nothing is proved, he’s never alone with anyone except his pretty assistant. it’s the classic relationship between an extremely energetic man and you, his assistant who desperately tries to avoid him any sort of misunderstanding in the media. or at least that’s what it looks for everyone, unaware of the wet slapping sounds in the company janitor closet where Satoru fucks your brains out, holding onto your hips for better leverage as to fill you in deeper, harder, just how you desperately beg for every single night.
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THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME .ᐟ
✩ — includes: aventurine x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 359. idk aventurine is probably still in denial abt his feelings in this i think. you could interpret this in any way you like tbh LOL. i grew a soft spot for him after finishing the recent penacony quest and had a huge revelation in the car that this song (the title of this post) really suits a guy like him imo. or maybe im just delusional who knows?
Aventurine couldn’t seem to grasp why you tend to look at him with such a loving gaze.
There’s just something in the way you look at him—like he’s safe. Accepted. Loved, perhaps. It’s been so long since he felt loved—he practically only had himself, even when he had the IPC by his side. However, when you came crashing into his life, maybe that was when things started to change.
The fact that Aventurine liked to gamble with his very own life didn’t shock you. Nor scare you. And it certainly didn’t make you distance yourself from him. But he still doesn’t get it. Why? Why do you look at him like that? Why do you look at him like he’s the only thing your eyes would choose to focus on? Like he’s the only one you’d care to look at?
Calming, soft, and full of admiration. Those were always the things that Aventurine could notice whenever he looked you in the eye. It scared him at some point because he wasn’t used to this at all. But as time went on, he just grew to accept it. If he could freeze a moment in his mind, it would be the second your eyes met his. Because that’s when Aventurine feels like he could let his guard down, at least for a moment—when he’s with you. He would stop the clock if he could, for that’s all he wanted to feel.
(To be safe in your presence is the last thing he asked for, but he wouldn’t ask for anything more.)
Sometimes, he tends to wonder. How could a simple look in the eye have such an effect on him? Surely there wouldn’t be some scientific explanation behind it (and he doesn’t even bother trying to ask the doctor about it either). Well, he doubts he will get an answer right away. He doesn’t know how or why he feels different in your eyes. Nonetheless, all he knows is that it happens every time.
Aventurine never understood why you would choose to look at him with such emotions swirling in your gaze, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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