#day 44: you have to promise that I'll come back

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumptember day 24

“You have to promise I’ll come back” Muffled screams | Returning home | Uncommon restraints

Content warning: brief mention of death and gun violence.

Whumpee watched as Medic and Caretaker prepared the ritual. They didn’t pretend to understand the details. The candles, the stranger symbols etched into the ground, the even stranger book Medic was carefully reading over–it was all over Whumpee’s head, and honestly trying to understand it would only make it worse.

They glanced down at the belts wrapped firmly around their limbs, binding them to the chair.It wasn’t the perfect solution, but it was the best they had on short notice. If they had the time to find better restraints, Whumpee wouldn't be doing this in the first place. Whumpee tested them, making sure they would hold. They shuddered at the feeling of leather pressing into their skin, the sensation painfully familiar.

“So, I’ll go over this with you once more,” Medic’s voice trembled slightly as they spoke, anxiety cutting through their usually stoic demeanor. “We’re going to summon Whumper’s spirit into your body. Once we do, we’ll get the information we need to find Leader, then we’ll remove them from your body. If we can’t get them to talk within fifteen minutes, we exorcize them regardless,” They looked up from the book in their hands, eyebrows creased in worry. “The process shouldn’t hurt you at all.”

The fact that they’d said shouldn’t rather than won’t didn’t comfort Whumpee, but they nodded nonetheless. “Got it. Ghost in, ghost out. Super simple.”

Caretaker stood just behind Medic, hands wringing anxiously together. Their expression only grew more worried as Medic finished their explanation. “If you don’t want to do this, we can find another way. You don’t have to do this,” They blurted out, voice almost a whine.

“I’m sure,” it was a blatant lie, but they didn’t have any other options. As far as they knew, Leader was stuck in some secret cell somewhere, slowly starving to death. If they didn’t do this, they’d have no chance of finding Leader in time. There was only one way to find the hideout, and that was by talking to the only person who knew where it was.

That person was Whumper, and as of two days and a bullet to the chest ago, they were dead.

“It–it doesn’t have to be Whumpee, does it?” Caretaker asked, turning to Medic. “After what Whumper did to them, is it really safe to–?”

Medic nodded. “I understand your concern, but they’re our best chance,” Their voice was softer than Whumpee had ever heard it. “The summoning is more likely to work if the spirit has a…history with the vessel. Whumpee has had the most contact with Whumper.

It was a strange way to say that Whumpee had spent months tortured by Whumper, but the point was clear. Caretaker fell silent, eyes downcast. After a long moment, Medic turned to stare at Whumpee. “Are you ready?”

No. They weren’t ready to let the bastard who’d tortured them, who’d nearly killed them, puppet their body around. Whumpee gave a shaky nod nonetheless.“Just…you have to promise me I’ll come back. Just promise me that, yeah?”

“I promise,” determination hardened Medic’s voice, and behind them Caretaker nodded along. Whumpee tried to share that confidence.

Whumpee forced themselves to breathe evenly as their teammates finished the preparations. They watched as Medic skimmed through the book again, their expression grim.When they next spoke, it was in a language that Whumpee could barely recognize as human. It hurt just to hear it.

The flickering of candles was the only warning Whumpee had before they were plunged into an unnatural darkness. Their surroundings vanished as they fell, body going numb as they were dragged somewhere within their mind. They tried to gasp on reflex, but found that they couldn’t reach their body anymore.

The last thing Whumpee felt was their expression, completely out of their control, twisting into a cruel grin.

[thepixelelf]

Oh Baby, You - svt smau

The birth of your son three years ago was what caused your breakup with Wonwoo, your longtime (and at that point, long distance) partner. Now, you're getting concerned that Orion is starting to look a lot like his dad, but that's not your only problem. Wonwoo is back… and he's living across the hall.

Genres: smau, romance, drama, comedy, angst, single parent au

Pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab they/she reader x mystery member(s)

Warnings: coarse language, conversations about sex, mentions of pregnancy, mama/mom/mother is used to refer to reader's parental status sometimes, infidelity, light alcoholism, miscommunication as a plot device, some of the teenies are not so nice at times, slut shaming, angst, everything is unrealistically dramatic because this is basically a kdrama in text/twitter form. warnings may be updated as they come, but I will label chapters properly if it's anything major

Note: unfortunately, I did have to make the mc for this series have female reproductive organs because, well... that's the plot. I couldn't find a good way around it :( if anyone reading this is discouraged, please know that pretty much every other fic I've ever posted is gender neutral. So, if you think you might've liked this smau, please check out my masterlist! hopefully there will be something you like there :) ALSO! if anyone makes fun of Orion's name just know that it's the name of a precious baby cousin of mine and if you bully smau Orion you are bullying irl Orion!! do not touch him!!!

(new!) Updates will post when I have the time and motivation

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Profiles I: Orion's Prettyboy(gn) Posse

Profiles II: Wonwoo's Famous Friend and the Other Guys

Profiles III: Gyu and the Rise of Capitalism

1. Everybody Loves Vernon

2. Tens Among Tens

3. Grown Ass Men

4. I Hate This FUcking Family

5. The Ones Keeping Secrets

6. A LITTLE Curious

7. You Go Girl Get His Ass

8. The Calm

9. The Storm

10. It's Been a While

11. Fucked Up Coincidences

12. Not... a BAD Guy

13. Still So Affected

14. Just My Type

15. Nothing to Hide

16. Fists Up

17. Act Natural

18. Girl, They Blocked You

19. Plot Relevance

20. Actually it is a Date

21. It's All Pretty Confusing

22. Scripted

23. All it Takes is a Smile

24. Yoon Jeonghan is Watching

25. Completely Surrounded

26. No Such Thing

27. What Does That Mean

28. A Name I've Heard Recently

29. Can't Risk It

30. Errand Day

31. One Day at a Time

32. Confrontation

33. Not Looking to be a Parent Any Time Soon

34. What if I

35. For This Little Guy

36. Get Blocked

37. I'll Take Care of You

38. Messed Up, Stupid, and Jaded

39. You Fucked Up

40. That's For You to Figure Out

41. Need to Try Something

42. Recovery Mission?

43. Your Everything

44. You're Cute When You're Like This

45. Not Sponsored

46. This is Nothing

47. Promise? Promise

48. Hhrk

49. A Busy Afternoon

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50. Cherry

51. Don't Freak Out

[minkyungseokie]

Racing for Two | James Vowels

synopsis; James wants Y/n to stay home since she's ready to pop at any moment, but she wants to be there to support her grid children

warnings; pregnancy, there’s a ten-year-gap between James and reader (34 and 44)

note; requested

note2; still not very happy with James after he benched my boy Logan because Alex crashed, but I'm still gonna write for him. I added a part where he finds out

I’m am not knowledgeable enough about pregnancy as I’ve never been pregnant, so she gets over her morning sickness pretty quickly. I also apologize because this went in a different direction than where I meant for it to

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Y/n groaned, hand on her stomach.

The woman had woken up feeling odd and as soon as she stood up, she had become nauseous. That led her to where she was now, bent over the toilet and puking her guts out, "Are you okay, love?" James questioned, entering the bathroom worriedly, crouching down behind her and putting a hand on her back.

"I'm okay, sweetheart. I might just have come down with a bug. Or I ate something bad." Y/n waved off his concern, "Are you sure?" James asked, "Yeah, I'm fine. Can you help me up?" Y/n asked, holding her hand out for James to grab. James grabbed the hand Y/n was holding out and helped her up, "Darling, if you're not feeling well, you don't have to come with me to the track. You can stay here and rest." James said, "James, I'm fi—"

Y/n turned and rushed to hunch over the toilet again, "I think you should stay here. You aren't feeling well and it's only free practice." James insisted, "But I want to see Alex, Logan, Oscar, and Lando. You know they've been looking forward to seeing me." Y/n groaned. "I'm sure they'll understand that you're not feeling well. If you feel better by tomorrow, you can join us for FP3 and Quali." James promised.

Y/n groaned again, "Fine. I'll stay here, but I'm ordering room service." She sighed, standing up and picking up her toothbrush. James walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her temple, "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to cheer your...grid kids on, but you're not feeling well. Your health is more important than anything, dear." James muttered, lips still pressed against Y/n's temple.

Y/n huffed and spat out the foam, "I guess you're right. It's only qualifying, I'll be able to join you Sunday." The woman agreed. She turned in James' arms and wrapped her arms around him, "It's okay. Order yourself something when you're hungry and make sure to get some rest, okay?" James asked, "Okay." Y/n agreed.

"I have to go now, but I'll send someone to check on you." James spoke, gathering his things, "I'll be fine, love. Have a good day. I love you." Y/n hummed, gently pulling James down by the back of his neck, "I love you too." James said, pressing his lips to hers, "Make sure you eat."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Give the boys luck from me, yeah?" Y/n let out, walking towards the bed they shared and lying down, "I will." James assured, walking out of the hotel.

Y/n picked up the phone and ordered something light to eat as she wasn't as hungry as she usually was. "Some toast and turkey bacon should be sufficient," Y/n mumbled, putting the phone back onto the receiver. Y/n sat back with a sigh, reaching for the remote to turn on a show  while she waited for the food to arrive.

Once it arrived, Y/n opened the door and took the food from the woman at the door. The smell of the food hit her nose and she began to feel nauseous until she had to drop the plate and run to the bathroom, "Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?" The employee asked, running into the restroom after her. The employee rubbed Y/n's back, "Ma'am are you sick? Do you need me to get anything?" She asked sweetly, "No, I'm good. I think I might be coming down with something. Although, I don't feel sick other than the vomiting." Y/n panted.

The employee's eyes widened and she began to look around, spotting signs of another person, "Ma'am, are you here with someone?" The woman, whose nametag read Kaila, asked. "My husband. Why? You don't need to call him. I'm only throwing up." Y/n assured, "Oh, no. I-- That's ...that's not what I meant. You are throwing up, but you don't seem to have a fever. You threw up at the smell of your food... There's only one thing I can think of." Kaila said. "What?" Y/n asked, "Hold on. I'm going to go get something. I'll knock on the door." Kaila informed before walking out of the hotel room, "What the fuck?" Y/n muttered.

She stood up and cleaned up the food that had fallen in her rush to get to the bathroom, "What do I eat now?" Y/n huffed, throwing the food in the trash and putting the plate on the dresser near the door.

Y/n sat back onto the bed and grabbed the remote again, "I guess I'll just have to watch some television until my stomach settles." Y/n sighed.

Y/n had forgotten that the employee had told her that she would be coming back until ten minutes later, when there was a knock on the door. "Hello, ma'am. I'm sorry for intruding like this, but I've bright you some stuff." Kaila rushed into the room, seeing the black plastic bag she had in her hand. "Pardon me, but this is highly inappropriate behavior. I—" Y/n started, "I know that this is unprofessional behavior of me, but I realized something." Kaila said, pulling out a few boxes.

"What are— Are...are those pregnancy tests?" Y/n asked, "Yes, I have been through this before. Believe it or not, I'm a mother of three, so I think I'm able to realize when one might be pregnant. Now that I look at you, you are kind of glowing. Go to the bathroom and take these." Kaila ordered, shoving the tests into Y/n's hands, "But I don't need to pee." Y/n protested.

Kaila sighed and left the room, coming back with bottles of water on her hands, "There you go. Drink and pee. I'll leave it to you. Have a good day, ma'am." Kaila placed the waters on the dessert and rushed out of the room. "What the hell was that?" Y/n questioned, looking at the door in confusion before looking at the water bottles.

With a sigh, Y/n snatched a water bottle and began drinking it slowly so she wouldn't throw it up immediately. As soon as she needed to use the restroom, she grabbed one of the boxes and took the test. "Now to wait." Y/n hummed, placing the test in the sink and setting a timer on her phone. It would be a few hours until James came back, so she wouldn't have to worry about him coming back and catching her before she was ready.

What was she going to do if she was pregnant? She knew that she and James weren't getting any younger and if they were to have children, it'd have to be before she turned at least forty. How would James feel about having a child? Y/n knew he'd want one, but they didn't really talk about when they wanted.

The timer went off, snapping Y/n out of her thoughts. Y/n stood up, taking a deep breath and entering the bathroom. She picked up the test with the screen upside down, "Whatever it is, I'm going to accept it. I'm going to be happy even if I'm not pregnant." Y/n assured herself before flipping the test over.

Pregnant

Y/n covered her mouth, tears welling up within her eyes and a lump sticking in her throat, "Holy shit. I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby!" Y/n cheered, holding the test to her chest. She was worried about how James would react, but at the same time, she was too excited to care. It would devastate her if James didn't want the baby, but she wasn't going to get rid of it. She was sweet on grabbing and raising the child, even if she has to do it by herself.

"Screw this." Y/n said, grabbing her purse, a jacket, and ordered an Uber. She wasn't planning on waiting to tell James about their growing family. She didn't want to wait, she wanted to share her joy with her husband immediately and maybe even her surrogate grid children.

She excitedly hopped out of the Uber and made her way towards the paddock entrance with her pass around her neck. "Hey, Mrs. Vowels!" A Aston Martin engineer greeted, "Hey!" Y/n greeted back. Y/n rushed through the paddock, not pausing for anyone, but making sure to greet anyone who greeted her. "James!" Y/n called out to her husband, who was talking with her grid children, Logan and Alex.

"Mama Vowels! I thought you were feeling sick." Logan greeted, hugging Y/n, "We thought you wouldn't be here. James told us that you were sick." Alex added also hugging Y/n. "I did, but..." Y/n dig into her purse and pulled out the test, "I wanted to tell you this as soon as possible."

James took a tissue and grabbed the test, "My love, are you... you're—" "I'm pregnant!" Y/n interrupted. James pulled his wife to his chest and kissed her while Logan and Alex cheered in a very Logan and Alex way. “Congratulations!” A few engineers cheered as the couple embraced each other, “Come here.” Y/n beckoned, pulling the two into the hug.

“Why are we hugging? What’s everyone cheering for?” The familiar voice of Lando Norris spoke up. The group broke apart and looked to Y/n, who had tears streaming down her face. Y/n held up the test, “We’re having a baby!” She said, “Congratulations!” Lando’s quiet Aussie teammate finally spoke up, “That’s amazing. Congratulations.” Lando said, giving the soon-to-be mother a big smile.

“I’m going to have another kid.” Y/n breathed, “What do you mean another?” Alex questioned, “You four are my kids. What do you mean? I’ve shipped you as soon as I met you guys.” Y/n said as if it was obvious.

“Well, I’m happy to be apart of your family.”

Y/n stepped out of the car with the help of her husband, clad in maternity clothing and her stomach protruding. "You know that you could've stayed home." James told her, putting a hand on her back to make sure she was okay while walking, "I know that I don't have to, but you're in the UK, so why would I not come and support my boys?" Y/n asked, rolling her eyes as she waddled into the paddock.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd be here seeing as you look like you're about to pop any second." Lando joked, jogging up to them as they passed the McLaren garage with Oscar trailing behind. "I didn't want to miss your home race, Lando. Even if "I'm about to pop" I'd never miss out for the world." Y/n tittered, before groaning. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" James questioned, "It's nothing. My feet just feel like they're on fire." Y/n answered.

"You can sit in the McLaren garage if you need to." Oscar offered, "I think you should, love. You can come to the Williams garage when you feel like you can walk without your feet hurting." James said. "Thank you, boys, but I'll be fine. I think I make it to Williams. I want to be with my husband." Y/n rejected, "Are you sure? I don't mind walking to the garage alone. You can go rest." James reassured.

"No, I want to be with you. If I do go into labour, I want to be nearby." Y/n explained, "Okay, then shall we get you to the garage?" James questioned, guiding Y/n to the Williams garage and immediately getting a chair for her to sit. "Do you need anything? Water? Snacks?" James inquired, "Can I have some ice cream if we have any?" Y/n asked, "I'll go get that for you." James said, kissing Y/n's forehead.

"Thank you." Y/n said, watching James walk away, "Hey, Mama Vowels. How are you feeling?" Alex asked, holding a bottle of water out for her. "I'm swollen and in pain, but I'm happy to be here." Y/n answered happily, "Your due date is near isn't it? Are you sure it's safe for you to be here when your water can break at any moment?" Logan asked. "You both are worth it. I can give birth at any moment, yes, but I'm not going to miss you both racing." Y/n

 scoffed playfully.

As James was coming back, Y/n felt a tightening sensation within her abdomen, "I got your ice cream." James announced, holding the packaged ice cream out for Y/n, "Are you okay, Mama Vowels?" Logan asked, bending down as the woman stared ahead of her blankly. "Mama Vowel?" Alex called, "Love?" James spoke, putting a hand on her shoulder. Y/n then felt a pop and what felt like a waterfall gushing down her leg. Y/n looked up at her husband with widened eyes and a slack jaw.

"My water broke."

[sundeathh]

Aizawa’s sick day

One-shot | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × Reader | Word count: 2,5k

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Tags: fluffy, reverse comfort, home life, romance, SFW

CW: Sickness, of course (nothing too disturbing). Also: stable relationship, cheesy stuff, married couple dynamic, playful threats and teases. Readers' gender and appearance are not described, but there is a mention of reader being a "wife".

Notes: I've been working a lot lately, and I managed to get myself sick. I went to the EM two times now, and I just got some palliative medicine that didn't do much to the overall issue. I'm still sick. But I'm better than before and will be returning to work tomorrow (I can't afford absence anymore, unfortunately). But that's it.

I hate being sick, as real life doesn't pause to let me rest. So, to help me unwind for a little bit, I wrote this piece to take the focus off my sickness and to flutter my chest by pretending to take care of, at least, a fictional character. I hope you'll enjoy it. Sorry if there's any spelling; it is late, I'm sleepy, and my eyes are burning. Take care, love yall.

08:44 pm

"I'm home." The tired man called as he opened the door and took off his shoes. It has been a long day at work, and Shōta is more than exhausted. Slowly, he made his way down the hall to put the rest of his stuff away and grab a quick shower before dinner.

After taking note that you were not in the living room nor the kitchen, he reached your shared bedroom and pushed the door open, where he met with a smile that caused him to relax instantly after stepping inside.

"Oh! Hey, hun! Welcome back!" You greeted as you folded another piece of laundry, which was still warm from the dryer. Neat piles lined up on the king-sized bed.

"Hey." He replied quietly before walking over to you and pecking your lips. It had been rough lately, and every time he got home late from work, you noticed how increasingly tense he seemed as the days passed. 

"I thought you would be home early today." You commented. "Where were you? I was worried."

He sat on the bed next to where you stood, watching as you folded another shirt. Then, he sighed, rubbing his sore eyes as he rested his other hand on his knee.

"I was supposed to, but they needed me for a meeting and kept me late. Sorry I didn't text you." He explains, feeling a slight guilt sting in his chest as he glances at the clothes on the bed. You had to do his chores again. 

"I see." You respond quietly, with no resentment in your voice at all. "It's fine. But it is also late, so you should get ready for dinner." You instructed. 

Aizawa nodded and stood up before heading into the bathroom to shower, coming back moments later looking entirely drowsy.

"You look so exhausted." Your worried words pull Shōta from his sleepy state, the bed now looking pretty free from the clothes as you put the last pile into a drawer. "Didn't take proper care of yourself today, did you?" You questioned. "Did you eat anything besides applesauce?"

His eyebrows knitted together as he looked at you. You know he hates when you call him out like this. But you are right. Today was rough. "Yeah, yes, I know. Sorry. I promise I'll get better." His soft tone had you smiling. 

"No need to apologize, baby. I was just worried, that is all." You reassured as you walked toward him, snaking your arms around his waist and holding on tight, pulling him closer against your body. "You okay?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah." He nuzzled your neck. "Just tired." He explained, and you gently ran your hand up and down his back.

The two of you stayed embraced for a few seconds, pulling apart only after your stomach let out its demands, prompting you both to chuckle lightly. 

"Sorry, I have not eaten yet." You apologized before inviting him to the dining room, dragging his willing self by the hand.

As he followed behind, you heard him scolding you for your behavior. "I told you to stop waiting for me to have dinner when I do not get home until seven."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned the corner. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." You replied as you walked into the kitchen. "And besides, I did not have the appetite to eat alone anyway."

That earned you a soft laugh from the man who walked into the kitchen soon after you, helping you bring the food to the dining table afterward.

And, as you made yourselves comfortable, you two started eating. Small talk filled the air as you avoided both talking about work or the things that could be troubling your husband since dinner was not time for stress.

And this goes both ways, as Shōta knows that this small amount of time after he arrives is all he has with you since he needs to leave for work again before you even wake up the next day. 

Not long after, however, you can not help but notice how the dark circles under his eyes looked more purple than you ever saw, and his movements seemed a lot slower than what you were used to;

It worried you. Even though you know the hero and teaching work are naturally wearing, despite his tiredness, he always afforded to act, at least around you, not so worn out.

He had not been sleeping well recently, and you wanted to do something about it; but now was not the time, so you decided against mentioning it to him right now, as you knew it would bother him even further.

But he noticed you staring anyway, and his gaze drifted toward your lips, then back to your eyes. He raised a brow.

"Are you gonna finish those?" You asked, motioning to his half-eaten meal, which he absently turned over repetitively with his utensils. He shrugged. "Maybe later tonight?"

You nodded once in understanding and returned your attention to your plate. "Okay," you said.

He then went back into playing with his food in silence, which you did not mind. You know he was not hungry anymore but was making time to give you company as you finished your meal anyways. 

Once you finished, he rinsed the dishes while you dried them, setting them aside. Then, Shōta followed you back into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch.

Before long, you were cuddling together as something mindless passed on the TV screen. And, at some point during the movie, you began yawning, slowly lulling your head onto the shoulder of your partner, while his head would eventually fall forward as sleep threatened to grab hold of either of you.

So, reluctantly you sat up, stretching your back before turning to face Shōta. "Should we head to bed? Or do you want us to stay up here a while longer?" You asked, leaning in slightly, resting a hand on his leg.

He shook his head. "I think it's time for bed."

You nodded and stood up first, extending your hand toward him to help him stand up too. And, with his hand intertwined with yours, you led him back to the bedroom – where he went straight to lie on the bed.

After you were both settled, you wrapped an arm around his torso, nuzzling your head into his chest as he reciprocated the embrace, snuggling closer. Then, he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

02:51 am

You woke up feeling hot. Well, hot enough for someone who does not bother regard to temperature. It is a bit unusual, and usually, you do not even realize the temperature change when asleep. 

You shifted in the grasp of your husband, turning over to your side as you tried, in vain, to cool down before realizing that the overheating you felt was radiating from the man you tangled with to sleep.

A frown immediately appeared on your face while moving your hand to place it over his forehead. Perhaps he was feverish?

Hmm, maybe. You could not tell for sure, but the skin felt a lot warmer to your touch. It did not feel right. So, carefully extracting yourself from the embrace, you walked to the closet and retrieved a thermometer, which you then returned and inserted into his mouth before sitting on the edge of the bed with him.

After a moment, the beeping of the device signaled that it finished testing; you watched as he started waking up a little after you took it out, his eyes fluttering open and landing upon the sight of you – sitting on the bed beside him, watching him cautiously. 

He blinked, slowly bringing his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey." He greeted, his voice hoarse. 

You gave him a gentle smile. "Hey." You replied, and he glanced back up at you.

"What are you doing?" He asks, squinting slightly in the darkness as if trying his best to decipher your features.

"Doing a little research." You responded. "Feeling alright? No headache?"

He furrowed his brows together. "No, why? Should I?"

You shake your head. "Probably not. But just making sure, you are running a fever, sweetheart."  You explained softly, reaching your hand out to grab his. "Come on, let us get you into a cool shower, and then you can rest a little longer, okay?"

He did not argue or question you, even though he seemed reluctant. Instead, he nodded and complied, rising from the bed, taking the offered hand, and following you into the bathroom.

While you reached the bathtub to turn the water on, Shōta quietly took his shirt off, discarding it into the hamper next to the sink. 

After you turned around, your gaze fell upon his toned muscles for half a second before landing on his face. His hair was sticking up every which way thanks to the ruffling from sleep, his bangs covering half his face and hiding the dark bags beneath his eyes. He looked exhausted as ever, yet also adorable somehow. However, the more you looked, the more you could tell he was getting sick. 

Sighing, you pulled your fingers through your hair, continuing to examine his appearance. You had never seen him sick, nor had you seen him look this exhausted in all the years you were together. 

Shōta turned around, noticing you observing his appearance, and raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you worried?" He questioned.

"Well, yes." You answered, still analyzing him.

His lips stretched into a faint smile as he approached you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he peered down at you, giving you an amused expression. "Why?" 

"You have been running yourself ragged lately." You answered, leaning into his palm. "And I never saw you sick before. I am worried because, especially now, you can not afford to be weak."

He sighed before pulling you close, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead, and placing one last soft kiss on the tip of your nose. "Don't worry. I promise I will be fine." He assured.

"Promise?" You repeated skeptically, staring deep into his eyes, and he chuckled. "Cross my heart."

"Mhm..." you hummed. "I will only believe that if you don't overexert yourself. If you keep worrying me like this, you will become bedridden sooner than you wish."

This time his chuckle was not quiet, and you could hear the whizzing in his chest. "Now, aren't you a good wife?" He teased.

You scoffed at that remark. "Of course I am. I am making sure you do not work yourself till you drop sick!" You retorted.

He gave you a smug grin. "Is that so?" He asked, tilting his head a little. "How mean."

You rolled your eyes in response before staring straight back at him. "But I am serious, Shōta."

"Then I will stop stressing myself and make a good impression on you." He declared, and his playful grin widened, making you chuckle. 

"Yeah, that is what I want. Now go wash off the sweat. I will fix you a cup of tea and bring it up. Alright?"

He smiled again, nodding. "Alright."

And as you made your way toward the kitchen, you wondered how you managed to fall for such a selfless bastard.

But you were not complaining.

03:12 am

Aizawa was still immersed in the bathtub when you returned with a glass in hand and medicine in the other. Then, after he emerged his hands from the water, you handed him one of each before leaning down to sit over your forelegs while resting your arms against the edge of the tub.

You watched as he gulped the medicine down with a generous sip of cold tea.

"How do you feel?" You quietly asked as he pulled the glass away from his lips. 

He merely gave you a small smile. "Not bad." He replied, his tone sounding slightly less hoarse now that he had drunk the tea. "I don't feel any different than usual. Just tired."

"Okay." You murmured, your eyebrows creasing together a little. "If it gets worse tomorrow, I will take you straight home from work, alright!?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"And I will ask Hizashi to check up on you since I know you won't tell me if it gets worse, after all."

He smirked a little at this, snickering. "That is true. But asking Mic to do that is not necessary." He paused, glancing at you before giving you a soft, small smile.

"Oh, yeah?" You asked.

Shōta nodded. "Yes. If it gets a lot worse, I will call you. I don't want to trouble any more people nor make you worry unnecessarily."

Your eyes softened at that. You know how Shōta hated burdening someone else, even though it would never feel like that to you. But he was willing to set his stubbornness aside for your sake. It flattered you a little, and you could not help but smile. 

"Okay, good... so, since you are telling me that, I will try not to worry too much then." You said. He returned your smile with a faint yet truthful one.

"Thank you, though."

"For what?" You inquired in curiosity. 

"Being so attentive like that." He said. "I appreciate it."

A faint blush formed on your cheeks as your eyes widened just a tiny bit. Then, the smile returned to your lips. "No problem, Sho. I care for you. And I love seeing you well."

His eyes softened at your words. "I know you do." He agreed quietly before opening his mouth to speak again but was cut short by a yawn escaping his lips.

"There you go again, falling asleep without meaning for it at all." You chuckled. Then, you reached forward and brushed the stray hairs from his forehead before letting your hand fall back onto the rim of the tub; while watching him intently for a moment. He smiled at you again. 

After a few moments of silence, his face finally showed some signs of discomfort, and you frowned slightly. "Are you uncomfortable? Do you need me t-"

"It’s fine." He insisted, cutting you off, before taking your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, effectively stopping you from finishing that sentence. "Just tired. It happens sometimes."

"Oh." You breathed, taking in what he said before sighing softly, slowly beginning to rise back to your feet. "Okay, then. I will grab some clean clothes for you now. Take your time resting up. If you need anything, ask me, alright?"

He smiled gratefully at you. "Okay, thanks, babe."

Your heart clenched at the sound of him saying those precious words; they meant everything to you. They always would. He knew how important they were; and how much you cherished them. 

Because, despite his cold surface, he never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

So you hoped you would never fail at that too.

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[scarletlizzard]

So apparently I hit 500 followers? Thank you to everyone who follows and has interacted with my fics!! 🥳

I thought this would be fun to celebrate? I have a list of random dialogue that y'all could pick from to send me. Ranges from everywhere to fluff, angst, NSFW, etc. And I'll write a little short something for it!

Feel free to pick a number or few to send or you could be specific with who you want or a specific trope or plot. Anything!

Thank y'all so much, made my whole day 💕

104 Dialogue Prompts

1. "Admit it... you're in love with me."

2. "We could get arrested for this."

3. "I thought you were dead."

4. "I've missed this."

5. "You could've died."

6. "Who did this to you?"

7. "I know, I know, I'm sorry... it'll be over soon, I promise."

8. "Come back to bed."

9. "How long has it been since you slept?"

10. "Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."

11. "I still love you."

12. "Such a good girl."

13. "Open your mouth for me, baby."

14. "We have to make this quick."

15. "Beg for it."

16. "Mommy?"

17. "You're in love with them. Aren't you?"

18. "It was you? This whole time?"

19. "You know, just cause you're older don't think for one second I'm not in charge."

20. "Smile at me like that again, I'll fall in love with you."

21. "... is that a trick question?"

22. "Don't just stand there, say something."

23. "Say that again, I dare you."

24. "Fuck you." "Right now?"

25. "I'm joking! Unless..."

26. "You take me so well."

27. "What do you mean I'm dead? I'm standing right here."

28. "Please, I'm begging you. Just hear me out."

29. "Oh fuck... I'm in love with (x)." "You're just now realizing that?"

30. "What if you didn't go? What if you stayed?"

31. "You like it rough, don't you, slut?"

32. "Flowers?"

33. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

34. "Fuck, marry, kill..."

35. "Truth or dare?"

36. "Since when did you ever care about me?"

37. "You think I wanted this to happen? You think I wanted to fall in love with you?"

38. "May I have this dance?"

39. "I know I'm the last person you want to see, but..."

40. "I'm done! I am done waiting for you."

41. "It's okay, you're okay, I'm here. I've got you."

42. "Touch her again and see what happens."

43. "Is that a hickey?"

44. "I'm fine, it's just a bruise..."

45. "I'm going to fucking kill them."

46. "Are you sure about this?"

47. "Why are you all sweaty?"

48. "You left! You left and you didn't even think to look back. What was I supposed to do?"

49. "Well... this is awkward."

50. "You know I've been flirting with you this whole time right?"

51. "They'll never love you the way I did."

52. "If you're trying to make me jealous, it's working."

53. "Wanna bet?"

54. "Just say that you want me and I'm yours."

55. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

56. "Wait you've never kissed a girl?"

57. "Where did all this attitude come from, princess?"

58. "Take my hand."

59. "Can I have your number?"

60. "You're an idiot." "Well yes, you'll have to be more specific."

61. "Quick! Pretend to be my girlfriend?"

62. "Run away with me."

63. "Are you going to be a good girl for mommy?"

64. "That collar looks so good on your pretty neck."

65. "Too bad, you're going to take every last fucking inch of me."

66. "Do you ever think before speaking?"

67. "Count them for me."

68. "You snore."

69. "Let's try that position." (I know, I know)

70. "Bullshit! You're telling me you just don't blush?" "Nope, never."

71. "Just tell her how you feel." "I'd rather get shot again."

72. "Oh my god are you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine, I've been stabbed before."

73. "Daddy?"

74. "Can't we go back to how things used to be?"

75. "Save a horse ride a cowgirl, amiright?"

76. "I like you. A lot."

77. "Is that the best you can do?"

78. "I'll consider kissing you if you can beat me."

79. "Please, pull the trigger."

80. "I'm not drunk enough for this."

81. "You can't run away from this forever."

82. "I know you're having nightmares again."

83. "Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?"

84. "Stop looking at me like that."

85. "Somebody's cranky." "Somebody needs to shut the fuck up."

86. "Get on your knees."

87. "How stupid do you think I am? Don't answer that."

88. "I can't sleep."

89. "Just relax, let me make you feel good."

90. "Close the door."

91. "Was that supposed to hurt?"

92. "I've wanted this for so long."

93. "You can do better than that. Beg for it."

94. "Controlling? Oh I'll show you controlling."

95. "You drive me fucking crazy!"

96. "Nobody needs to know."

97. "Take another step and you'll be dead before you open your fucking mouth again."

98. "Do they always look like that?" "Just when (x) is around."

99. "I made you a playlist."

100. "I know you said you would die for me but I didn't think you meant that literally!"

101. "Is that... blood?" "Huh? Oh yeah! Oh I'm fine it's not mine."

102. "Why are you always looking at me like that?" "Like what?"

103. "Hero? Please. You heroes have to win every time. But being the villain? I only have to win once."

104. "You've changed." "You haven't."

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request Bayverse Leo with your prompts 4, 44, and 45?

I'll see what I can do! Just saw the second movie so I may make this take place around that time or after? Hope you enjoy regardless :) As usual, the build up is poor but I was trying. I'm better with in the moment kind of stuff.

Yandere! Bayverse! Leonardo Prompts 4, 44, 45

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

"Stop screaming! I can't take it!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, His brothers accidentally encourage him one time and things go wrong, Stalking, Slight overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Threats, Forced relationship, OOC Leonardo, I struggle with Bayverse Ig 🤷‍♀️

Leo knew it was wrong to fall for a human as a mutant. He used to think it was bad news when Mikey showed feelings for April. At the time, he didn't get it.

Now he did.

Leonardo had met you through April and Casey. A human friend who managed to be a good help to them against the battle of the Technodrome incident. It was this big event that made the stoic leader grow curious of you.

After the battle the turtles were accepted by the community for the most part. This made interactions with you easier, which only fed into his growing feelings. He's happy he doesn't have to hide himself from you.

Although there is certain aspects he does hide from you.

Leonardo tried to keep his attraction to you hidden. For now, he's fine being a friend and a hero to you. He often got to speak with you during hang outs with April and Casey.

Leo may be able to hide his attraction from you, but his brothers know him well. Leonardo doesn't try to be impressive or stutter around anyone. It may have partially been Donnie and Mikey's fault for encouraging Leo....

After all, the two encouraged Leonardo to get your number.

It was innocent for the most part! Leonardo passed it off as just wanting to keep in touch. You're friends and a great team... might as well call and text once in awhile?

Being used to the mutants after the Technodrome incident, you accepted Leo's request with a smile. After all he is nice to talk to.... You trust him and his brothers as heroes of New York, after all.

You didn't expect much to come of it.

Phone calls were often exchanged back and forth. Hang out sessions were often set up late at night. You two became close.

Leo's brothers often overheard him talking to you around their home. Leonardo often shed off his stoic leader persona to talk to you casually. Based on the amount of chuckles and compliments, they knew their brother enjoyed his time with you.

They also knew he's leave late at night to meet you. Sure, he could see you in the day now, but night felt so much more natural. You two would still talk and have fun for hours regardless.

For months after the big battle Leonardo stuck beside you. It's been going on for so long his brothers saw it as normal. They can't tell much if Leonardo is doing anything bad at first.

He is.

Leonardo's behavior around you appears relatively normal. He still leaves late at night, he still texts and calls, he's done so for months!

Leo... tends to be secretive.

His brothers, your friends, even you don't see the pictures on his phone. No one ever sees him watching you in the shadows. With his growing feelings... his obsession... he's stealthy with it all.

Leo feels comforted when he watches you at night through your window. There's times he wishes to slip in and watch you closer. He promises he won't do anything weird.

Leonardo wishes you'd be susceptible to his feelings someday. Whenever he looks at you... he feels a yearning in his chest. He doesn't care if he sees you from afar, his phone, or right in front of him... he still wishes you could be closer.

It's a crush, a similar crush he thought was strange with Mikey. Although, his was much stronger than those small feelings. Leo's feelings drove him.

Drove him to do... dishonorable things.

There's signs that slowly start to bleed through. Leo's more touchy when you hang out, often trying to excuse it. He just... wants to hug you, is all.

He also just gets... upset when you turn away. He's upset when you look at one of his brothers or your friends with more affection than him. Do you... not like him? You talk all the time! Surely you must feel similar to how he does by now, right?

He tries to hide things but truthfully... he can't much longer.

You have no idea what he'd do for you... he wants to be yours so bad...

Maybe... it's time you learn just how much he loves you?

This is love... isn't it?

----

This... wasn't how love was supposed to go for all. He knew he was being eager yet... ugh, this isn't how a leader is supposed to act! He's... kidnapped you.

The worst thing?

The only thing he hates is your screaming.

He was just trying to show you how much he loved you! It wasn't meant to be kidnapping! He just... brought you home to hang out-

Then he confessed to you in his room... you turned him down. Something snapped in him and he ended up locking the door.... Then you wouldn't stop screaming.

Even when he moved you to a more secure and hidden place to work things out, you kept screaming... calling him a monster over and over again.

You wanted to be let go... he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Your screaming makes him so upset. He hates that he's scaring you but he also wishes you went along with this. Why didn't you accept him...

Now he really is a monster to you.

"Stop screaming! I can't take it!" Leo snaps, gaze staring down your frightened body. He... didn't know he could get so angry. You had the right to be scared....

"No! Let me go you freak! I TRUSTED you! You were my FRIEND! Now look at you! Kidnapping me because of what!? Let me go-!"

"Stop it!" Leo growls, stalking closer. He grips your chain and pulls down. You freeze when you see the gleam of a katana, the turtle in front of you grins. "Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

Leo looks into your crying eyes and quivering lips. Oh... he was only getting worse, wasn't he? He couldn't handle you not loving him to the point he was hurting you...

This isn't him...

This isn't the Leonardo you should love.

"... I'm sorry, baby...." Leonardo murmurs, releasing his grip to stroke the top of your head. "I scared you... you scared me, too. I promise I'll be gentle now. I didn't mean to lose my cool.... This isn't how a leader should act... this isn't how I should act towards the one I love, huh?

"Leo..." You whine softly. "Let me go... please...."

"I can't, baby... you know that." He kisses the top of your head and you cringe. "Not in the meantime, at least."

"You're scaring me...."

"I'm sorry." He holds you in a rough hug. "I just... love you more than anything." He then pulls away and holds your face with a smile.

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it." Leo sighs, pulling away to look at you in your binds... your tear stained face engraving itself in his mind. "Even if you hate me after all of this..."

Leonardo holds your hands, blue eyes glinting with adoration. It looks to innocent to be coming from him. He's betrayed you, after all....

"I'll love you no matter what happens."

The kiss he forces onto your lips afterwards feels like poison dripping into your mouth.

[headsincloud9]

Credit: 400+ smut prompt list was found on pintrest from a tumblr that was called @trash-hours

400+ smut prompt you can use for 2 paragraph smut as well as requests, or asks.

Rules here.

SMUT UNDER DNI

Part 2

1. " Ths cock isn't gonna suck itsell.

2. "So desperate for it aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you better start taking it."

3. "I'd hold onto something if I were you.

4. "1 love it when you moan my name."

5. "Just a littie harder."

6. "Let me give you a reason to stay in bed."

7. "No panties?"

8. "I want you now."

9. "Use your tongue."

10. "Please don't stop.

11. "I can't sleep without you here."

12. "If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants l'll have them around by lunch."

13, "Do you like that?"

14, "You need a place to stay for the night?"

15. "Spend the night with me?"

16. "You can get louder can't you?"

17. "Look what you do to me.

18. "| want to taste you."

19. "I think it's time you get rid of that V-Card."

20. "Open your mouth."

21. "If you want to cum you better beg."

22. "Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a

go with you, Would you like that?"

23. "That feels so good."

24, "Don't cum yet."

25. "Strip. Now."

26. "Take off your clothes."

27. "Bite me!" "if you insist."

28. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

29. "This is a one time thing."

30. "Tell me how you like it."

31. "Get on your hands and knees, right now."

32. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

33. "1 just want to please you."

34. "Each of my thoughts about you are improper."

35. "I love it when you kiss my neck."

36. "Don't be gentie."

37, "I've never wanted to fuck you more than 1 do now.

38. "You want to have sex with me?"

39. "You're not going out dressed like that."

40. "I'm afraid i can not longer remain professional."

41. "Make me."

42. "You're mine."

43. "l love it when you talk dirty."

44. "I'Il let you do anything if you just touch me now.

45. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.

46. "This is new."

47. "Don't give me that look."

48, "Like what you see?"

49. "Stay quiet."

50, "I told you to stay still."

51. "I promise I'll be good."

52. "Just shut up and fuck me."

53. "You feel so good."

54. "| want you inside me."

55. "| think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.

56. "I'd like to breed you."

57. "Perhaps I need to remind you of your place."

58. "I think I've made my intentions clear.

59. "Be a good girl and spread your legs."

60. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

61. "I know a workout you might actually enjoy."

62. "Come on. Take it all on your own like a good littie pet."

63, "Think you can handie that much."

64, "Let me show you what happens to littie brats who don't follow the ru

65. "How do you feel about two at once?"

66. "I want it to hurt."

67. "I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.

68. "Don't tempt me."

69, "I've never done this before.'

70. "Don't be afraid. It's me."

71. "I just want to feel something.

72. "I swear I'm gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door

73. "I want your cock in my mouth."

74. "Wanna join?"

75. "Mind if 1 join?"

76. "I'm either joining or watching, you pick."

77, "Don't make me take you home and punish you."

78. "Your more than just a one night stand."

79. "Don't forget who you belong to."

80. "Want me to give it back? Make me."

81. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already.

82. "Try to stay quiet, understand?"

83. "| think I've spoiled you too much these last few days."

84. "We're in public, you know."

[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 44

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

The bright light that peeked through the half opened curtains of their room forced her to blink again after opening her eyes, cuddling to the embrace of the man behind her as she tried to hide her face on his forearm. Y/n just rubbed her cheek against his skin, sighing lowly.

Her mornings had been like that every day since she woke up after losing her conscience in the back of the van. Jungkook was glued to her, resting his chest against her back, with one arm surrounding her neck -so she could lie on it-, and his right hand covering the thin scar on her stomach, with his thumb reaching to his mark.

At first, she thought it was just a habit he'd lose with time, that he'd let go of after the wound he kept healing turned into the soft pink scar she had then. But five months later, there he was, covering that line with his palm, as if that would keep it from opening or hurting.

She tried to crawl on the mattress without waking him up, trying to set free from his grip, but she was only able to move a few centimeters away before Jungkook pulled her back to her position with a tired groan.

—Don't go —he asked with a raspy voice—. Tell me what you need, and I'll bring it to you.

She understood that attitude when her movements were limited because of her wound, and even more because of Jungkook. He was always trying to please any of her needs, while also keeping her from moving too much. And, when he wasn't around, he made sure to leave one of their men looking after her. Although she always ended up convincing them to give her the freedom she needed. Whether she was good with words or they were more scared of her than they were of him, it was something she didn't really care about. She always ended up having it her way.

—If I need to go to the bathroom, will you bring it here? —she chuckled, moving her fingers over the reverse of his left hand.

While he puckered his lips, he tried to think of the answer, moving his thumb down to the rugosity of her scar to caress it. It was such a dumb thing to do, but it made him feel at such an ease, he just couldn't help it. It had been four months since it stopped being a danger for her, yet he still tried to make sure it was close and healthy.

—I never tried it, but maybe. Do you need to go to the bathroom?

—Oh, seriously —she huffed.

Rolling on by herself, she turned to face Jungkook and find him with a playful smile.

—You weren't treating me as if I were made of glass last night, quite the opposite actually —Y/n reprended him.

Jungkook didn't reply back to her whines, he simply pinched her chin, instantly making her smile back.

—I promised you I'd look after you, and that's what I'm going to do —he insisted, faking a serious voice—. Does my queen need to go to the bathroom? I'll take her to the bathroom.

But Y/n stopped him before he was able to get up, quickly reaching for his arms and placing them over his head.

—I can do it alone —she repeated.

He faked being hopeless and weaker just for a few seconds, allowing her to think she actually had enough strength to keep him down in that position. All it took him was a smirk from her to groan as he moved, rolling on the mattress until she was trapped under his body.

—You can —he nodded—. I just like helping you. And you're going to let me, right? —he tilted his head— Hmm, right? —he said lowly, bending over her— Let me spoil you.

Her back arched, along with a loud gasp leaving her throat when he went for her throat, instead of kissing her lips. The way his fingers pinched a concrete spot on her side and his teeth bit on her beck got her squirming, trying to move her body away as she laughed and tried to push him.

—Okay —she finally gave in—. You win.

Jungkook smiled, proud of his victory as he stood up next to their bed, ready to pick her up.

—I don't have to go to the bathroom though. It was just an example —she stopped him, when he hooked one of his arms under her legs.

His lips were pressed tight after her comment, allowing his piercing to be more notorious. He breathed in deeply, just hearing her giggles while she played with his hair.

—We're going to take a shower, anyway. We have somewhere to go later.

She couldn't guess where they needed to be. Honestly, she didn't know why they were back in Mallorca in the first place, but she didn't fight his idea. Instead, she agreed to it faster than expected, leaving his convincing justification for another day.

She was still as confused two hours later, well dressed up and chilling with the soft breeze that filled the terrace every few minutes and that came with a heavy smell of sea. That same one she didn't know she loved so much until she closed her eyes, and relaxed to the salty smell.

—You really like it here —he smiled, lying his back against the backrest, admiring her peace.

—Hmm —she nodded—. Which is ironic, because I used to hate it. I kept hearing it whenever I was on my way to the club, so I guess I ended up linking that sound and the smell to that part of my life —she frowned, finally opening her eyes—. It's so calm now —she pointed out, looking at the see brightened by the reflection of the sun.

—Why do you like it now?

—Because I'm enjoying it with you —she quickly replied, moving her gaze to him.

But just when he was about to speak, a shrill voice interrupted him. Y/n recognized that tone perfectly, and it was reflected on the way her eyes opened with surprise. The man in front of her was still calm, as if he knew perfectly what was about to happen. And, in a way, he did know. It was no coincidence he took Y/n to that terrace, while also asking her to take her Prada bag, instead of the one she usually used.

Y/n turned, seeing her mother walking to her quickly, unable to dodge the hug when she jumped at her as soon as she stood up. Both of her arms stayed on each side of her body, just waiting for her mother to feel as uncomfortable as her and let her go.

She looked older, which made sense. Seven years had gone by, and several things had happened in between. She wasn't the same as she was the day they kicked her out. But she guessed it hit her like a truck when she barely recognized her mother. That lady looked after her looks constantly, she was the type to go to the gym seven days a week, and never step out of her house without makeup on. But there she was: completely natural, with her wrinkles perfectly visible, several white locks standing out among her brunette color, and with several kilos added to her -then- thin figure.

And she could almost say the same about her father, who joined them shortly after.

Jungkook, aware of how confused and shocked Y/n was, stood and reached to them, placing a hand in the middle of her back.

—I'll explain it to you later —he whispered.

She for sure wouldn't give him time to speak after she ran away from there, because she was already planning on several ways to kill him if she ever found out he was behind all of that.

Seeing her parents after so long was a punch at her throat that she didn't expect, and even less from him. She was having a hard time sitting straight, feeling their eyes on her as they took the spot Jungkook was taking minutes before. All of her memories were colliding against one another. With every wave collapsing against the wavebreaker, a new memory showed up. All the difficulties and pain she went through, all the sacrifices she had to do... She had always blamed it all on the people that were pretending to care about her at that moment.

—We're relieved to see you're doing great —her mother commented.

As soon as she arrived at the place, her eyes fell onto the expensive bag and the latest phone that were placed over the table. In all those years, her mind barely went to her, but whenever it did, she never imagined that the future would be so bright for Y/n.

Y/n simply scoffed, looking away while the knot in her throat tightened with anger, holding back every temptation of running away from there.

—Where's the kid?

—I lost it —Y/n quickly replied—. I had a miscarriage as I worked two jobs to keep myself alive —she roughly commented, feeling her jaw tensing with every word—. So you won't have to pretend you're happy to see a kid you didn't want in your life either way.

—Honey, we're sorry. We know we made a mistake —her father chose to intervene.

—A bit too late, don't you think? —her head was tilting in a challenging way— What is this even about? What's with the family reunion?

Her mother looked at Jungkook, and later looked back at Y/n, gulping thick before she felt encouraged to speak.

—We didn't have it easy either —that comment made Y/n scoff—. Your father lost his job, and we're barely able to keep up with the expenses. We can't sell the house either...

—So you need money? —Y/n interrupted— Is that what all of this is about? What should I do? Feel bad for you? Yeah, well, I don't. I think that's the least you two deserve.

As Y/n was about to stand up to leave, her mother's hand flew over the table, suddenly stopped by Jungkook's fingers around her wrist. The sound of the skin clappin made Y/n react, conscious of the deadly look her boyfriend was dedicating at her mother before he let go of it. She knew that look. He was warning her, because the next time she tried something similar he wouldn't just stop her.

—I'll be fair with you —Y/n commented.

She opened her bag, taking her purse out and throwing two hundred euros over the table.

—That should be enough for you two to survive until you find something else. Sounds familiar to you?

While her mother ranted several things, Y/n just walked away from the table. She hated that moment, but there was something so fulfilling and pleasing in what had just happened, that she couldn't be totally bothered about it.

—And you better tell me what all that was about —she warned Jungkook, who walked behind her calmly—. Because I'm not dumb to think you had no idea.

He advanced to her position, with both hands in his pockets. His aura was so calm despite everything that had happened, that she wondered if it was because he didn't understand half of the things they talked about because of the language. But then he smirked, and she knew his calmness had to do with something else.

—Let's say Jimin turned into the partner of the company your father worked in, and they needed to leave some people behind —Jungkook shrugged—. He was left jobless, and desperate enough to cause a fire to get money from the insurance. Things happen —he shrugged—. Also, the asshole of your ex boyfriend was also quite unlucky, he was caught while trafficking with some of Pedro's merch a few months ago —as he clicked his tongue, he tilted his head.

Her heart stopped beating when he hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body and placing one of her locks behind her ear.

—I told you: whoever hurts you will deal with the consequences of it. I will ruin them, and I will make you be above them. Always. Because that's where you belong.

Maybe she was twisted as hell for having those thoughts, but her heart skipped a beat at the fact that Jungkook was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy. He wasn't scared of getting some dirt in his hands, he put no limits to his actions for her. He was loving her, openly. And she was already loving him the same way.

He just wanted her to close a chapter that had been opened for way too long, even if she hardly ever talked about it. And there wasn't a better way than letting her realize she had overcome everything she was in her past, and left behind all of the ghosts that just sucked her back into the darkness whenever she allowed herself to feel happy.

✸ ✸ ✸

Y/n had been waiting for Jungkook to come back ever since he left to meet up with Jimin. She did spend some time outside, walking near the beach until she found Amira, carrying a paper bag that she'd later hand to her. She had asked for it when her ex-colleague was working as her only source inside the club, informing her of Pedro's every move.

And she took it, not asking any questions. Just doing what she was told, because she thought she owed it to Y/n.

—I remember the day you first came into the club, and thought how you had no business being there. But I'm still glad to see life has treated you the way you deserved.

Her lips were pressed together, remembering her words, and also comparing herself to her young self. She was scared, intimidated by everything around her, thinking there was no place for her in life, because it kept pushing her to the edge, waiting for her to jump. But there she was: making it through life, always supported by a person that loved her and respected her.

Y/n smiled fondly when she heard his voice through the door of the bathroom, able to see the smile on his face with just a word. Meanwhile, Jungkook's smile slowly dropped, confused at how dark the room was. The thicker curtains were drawn, so it'd seem it was night already. And the lights were lit in an intimate way, enough for him to see, but low enough to make it cozy and sensual.

—Doll, what's all of this?

She tried to control her smile, looking at herself in the mirror, double checking the fit was looking the way it should before she opened the door. Jungkook was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at his phone until the lock of the door clicked and the shadow of her curves were visible on the wall opposite to the bathroom.

He would've expected anything, but not what he saw.

The fake pearls of the corset fell over her belly and waist delicately, helping to accentuate her figure. He recalled the first time he saw her with that one, walking through the darkness, under the spotlight that barely had its focus on her, before he was completely lost on the way her body moved. And almost a year later, that exciting feeling was being multiplied by ten. Not only was he craving her body like never before, that added nostalgia the corset brought made his heart sink to his chest.

It was all the same, except for his initials peeking over the strip of her bra in the middle of her chest. Although he could see the ink going lower, reaching the new scar, and he could only think of the idea of her retouching the tattoo so it hid that other wound.

Nothing was needed to be said, because a smirk from her, and an attentive look from his, and she knew it was okay to go on with her idea.

The hairs of his arm raised with the start of that familiar melody, excited to see what would be coming after. His eyes followed her as she walked to his front, tracing her body with grace as she bent back to the white bureau behind her, dedicating him a daring gaze.

—What do you want? —she asked.

But instead of asking her to dance and get naked, he got up. Her eyebrows shrinked at his sudden move, lips slightly puckering while her head tilted to the sight for a quick second.

—Do you really want to know what I want? —Jungkook inquired slowly, walking to her.

His hands covered hers, trying not to support himself at the edge of the furniture so he wouldn't hurt her. As he bent over, Y/n could feel his warm breath caressing her skin with the same delicacy his hands were using to press on hers.

The reverse of his fingers moved over her soft skin, moving the beads as he advanced over her belly up her chest, which raised and lowered notably with every breath she took. Jungkook didn't make a sound as he unclasped the corset first, still amazed by how easily she took it off back in the day while dancing, just to later take off her bra, moving the strips down her arms until her surprise was already revealed -even if it wasn't the way she expected to do it. She didn't care though. The way his pupils expanded and his eyes squeezed momentarily as he smiled was enough for her.

He carefully moved his thumb over the unhealed tattoo. His initials were back to be clearly seen over the small wounds, with an "'s" added behind it. The "s" was prolonged, with a knot in the middle, and linked to the word "only" over the scar she got after being stabbed.

"Jk's only" he thought, with a proud smile hinting on his face.

—I want you to be mine forever. That's what I want —Jungkook answered, finally looking back at her—. I want to get married to you, and make you the happiest woman forever. Y/n —he called her, sneaking his left hand in his pocket—, I want to keep giving you the life you deserve. I want us to keep being a team. I want my life to end with you.

Y/n was so focused on the way his eyes seemed to shine brighter than ever, despite the low lights, that she wasn't aware of the ring he was carrying until it was in front of her face.

Somehow, her expression was twisted. It definitely was something that took him off guard. He didn't plan to ask her that way, he had a whole different idea in his head before he saw her, but when she walked out the bathroom wearing that, with the small glimpse of that new tattoo, his head was long gone.

He didn't care about the plan, because he needed to get those feelings out of his chest.

—Actually...

Y/n mumbled, closing her eyes momentarily before she moved under his embrace, stretching her arm until it reached the back of the TV. There was a black velvet box in her hand, that she opened to show him the simple golden ring inside.

—I was going to do the same thing. 

Taglist: @kaiparkerwifes @sheylamc @amy2006jones @allamericanuniverse @00frenchfries00 @massivelyfullenthusiast @coralmusicblaze

[heeracha]

ep 42. / ep 43. — the one with the letter. / ep 44.

end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): friends teasing friends, yk affectionate teasing, swearing, tell me if i missed something !!

note: here's the playlist <3 and that is the end of eotl ! jkjk,, um i'll update again later at night ofc HAHAJBSDHJA but no frfr we're nearing the end im screAMING,,, i'll leave u guys love letter giving jay <3

“come in,” you say as you heard a knock on your door. the door opens, sunoo comes in with a smile. you were laying on your stomach, giving him a weak smile and sunoo noticed how you were probably crying all day.

“you miss him?” sunoo asks and you nod. “then talk to him.”

you shake your head and he sighs, nodding. he can’t really blame you. the one person you never thought would lie to you did. plus, he was a jerk for how he rejected you. but all in all, you were still incredibly in love with him.

“you need anything?” you ask.

“i just wanted to see how you were doing.” he says and you sniffle.

“great.” you say and sunoo sighs. 

he takes something out of his jacket and gives it to you. you look at it, seeing it was an envelope. it was probably from jay. you sigh, taking it from sunoo. “you send him the things i say, don’t you?” you ask.

“once or twice.” sunoo answers. “also, he would always ask me how you’re doing.”

you hum, sniffling as your tears stream down your cheeks. you sigh, looking at the envelope. “there’s a pint of mint choco in the freezer.” you say.

“it’s okay.” sunoo declines.

“it’s just fair for making you go back and forth because of us.” you softly chuckle and sunoo chuckles, opening your fridge and taking it.

“i’ll be going to jungwon’s.” sunoo says and you softly mutter a bye. sunoo exits, closing the door and you turn, laying on your back as you open the envelope and take the letter from inside.

hi bubs,

it’s jay. your honey and who ended up being your cute guy. but i’m probably not anymore. i’m sorry. for a lot of things. for dropping the cupcake on your shirt, for hiding the truth that it’s me, for lying, and for making you cry almost everyday. if i could go back, i would tell you right away. i panicked so much, i didn’t know what to do or say. like i said before, i like you to the point i can’t even talk.

everything i said about you to you, they were real. my feelings are real. no matter how much i try to stay away from you, i just keep gravitating to you. in a very funny way, too, we can both agree. i just didn’t want you to think i was a fool, so i stayed away, but the universe had other plans. and i did not only make a fool out of myself, but also became the biggest jerk and hurt you.

i know you never want to talk to me ever again, and i won’t force you ever. i will stop contacting you from now on, give you your peace of mind. just promise me one thing, you will take care of yourself. just know, y/n, i will always be cheering for you. don’t leave anything just for me, okay? you have no idea how much i played on my mind if we’re together, and no one wants this more than i do. i’m sorry for making you think i was upset when you got in, but truth is i’m very happy for you and i know you will be happier in the new university. i know, it’s only 15 minutes away from here and i sound insanely dramatic , but i know you would never want to see me ever again.

i love you always, y/n. always have, always will.

jongseong will always support you, y/n.

jongseong and y/n. not honey and bubs. it’s when it really sinks in you that it’s jay that you have been talking to. your cute guy, your honey, the one that’s always there for you when you need someone. 

you take in a deep breath, sniffling as your soft cries were the only thing that could be heard. you love him so much, you wanted to talk to him, but you weren’t ready to do so. maybe this is it already. 

no more bubs and honey.

could you actually go through it without jay?

[stardustedsins]

Kiss Prompts #44: A kiss out of lust

Hol Horse/reader (gender neutral reader)

This one is rated T, but doesn't get up to M, so I won't tag nsfw.

It’s been a slow afternoon at the bar today. It usually is, around this time. That’s why you’re the only one working right now. They won’t pay two employees when there’s hardly enough work for one just so you can have someone to talk to. There’s only one customer right now, and he seems to be taking his time with his beer, not in any hurry to order more. Which means your tips for this shift are probably just gonna be the dollar or two he’ll (hopefully) leave you for his one drink. 

Flirting gets better tips, right? Maybe you should try it, you think. You should at least be able to get him to order something else. You check yourself over once and leave the back bar to approach his corner booth.

“Doing alright over here?” You make sure to make eye contact. “Can I get you anything else?”

He looks you up and down briefly, which is certainly promising. 

“I’m just having a drink on my way out of town. I'll be outta your hair soon enough.”

“Aw, that’s a shame. You’re the only one here to keep me company.” It might be a little too unsubtle, but he smiles. 

“Then maybe I oughta buy you a drink.” 

“Maybe you should.” You say, and he nods.

“Go ahead and put it on my tab, then.” 

“Yes, sir.” You wink and go to pour yourself a beer (better to match what he’s having) before coming back to slip into the booth opposite him. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all.”

You look him over, letting your gaze linger here and there. He’s not bad looking at all. This might even be fun.

“I haven’t seen you around before, but you said you’re leaving town already. Just passing through?”

“Yeah, I travel a lot for work.”

“What do you do, Mister…?” You let the end trail off, hoping he’ll give you his name.

“Hol. I do contract work.” You’re not sure if he means he works under contract or on the contracts themselves, but you don’t really care.

“Well, I hope you had some time to see the sights while you’ve been here.”

“Oh, I’ve seen some beauty in this town for sure.” Hol winks at you, and you feel yourself blush. What a charmer. You take another sip of your beer to cool down. 

His foot bumps against yours, very deliberately, under the table. You nudge him back, playing along. 

“It can get lonely, being on the road all the time.” He says suggestively. “It’s always nice to have a little company from time to time.” 

You know exactly what he means, but you decide to keep engaging. Maybe you wouldn’t mind his company.

“Then I’m glad I came to talk to you.” You play it up a little, giving him a coy look. “I wouldn’t want to leave you all by yourself on your last day in town.”

“Very kind of you.” He says, finishing his drink. You don’t want him to go just yet, but you don’t think he’s in as much of a hurry anymore. “How much longer are you here for?”

“Too long.” You sigh, but you have to make it clear that’s not a rejection. “You know, I usually lock up for my break around this time. But I wouldn’t want to send my only customer away so soon.”

“Go ahead and lock up. I can stay a little longer.” 

You nod and stand from the booth, retrieving your keys from your back pocket in the most conspicuous way you can manage. You glance back to make sure he’d seen, and find him watching you with a heated gaze. Good. You flip the sign on the door to the closed side, then the smaller “on break” sign next to it. 

Hol’s out of the booth when you come back, standing in front of it waiting for you.

“You wanna take that break in the back somewhere, for privacy?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I think we should stay out here, actually.” You lean lightly back against the table, inviting. He finally touches you, hands on your waist as he leans in close, and then he kisses you. It’s hungry and wanting and you kiss right back with the same enthusiasm, even as the table digs into your back with the way he presses you against it. You feel hot, like whatever had been building between the two of you had spilled over when he touched you. The press of him against your thigh as you kiss him tells you he feels the same.

You stop just long enough to put your hands on the tabletop behind you and boost yourself up to sit on it, with Hol’s hands on your waist helping. As soon as your hands are free again you tangle them in his hair and pull him close to kiss him again as his hands start to wander.

In the end, you get a lot more than just that tip you’d been worried about.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #44

So… the relief from using the Backpod was very temporary. Fortunately though, the relief appears to be reproducible, because I used it again today and ended up with the same results, so there's that much at least!

In celebration, I made a cup of the biscuit-flavored tea. Although it does taste faintly like Biscoff cookies (these are very good!), the fact remains that the flavor is indeed faint, so it mostly just tasted like regular tea. That's certainly not a bad thing, haha! But I guess I was hoping for something a little more unusual, and I was a little disappointed when it didn't pan out that way.

But that's okay! These things happen sometimes! Things can't always work out in the ways we expect! A little bit of disappointment is part of everyday living, and if you can accept that and make peace with it, then it becomes something that isn't emotionally debilitating; we can't have things go our way and get everything right all the time - it'd be too weird, and probably pretty boring eventually anyways!

So rather than ruminate over it, I simply made myself a mug of the jam-on-toast tea after I finished the biscuit tea!! And as promised, this time, I remembered to take some pictures!! Here!! This is the way it looked before I added milk and sugar! It's got a reddish tint to it; I wonder if that comes from whatever they use to make it taste like jam.

Here's how it looked after I added milk and sugar! It really only needs a little bit of each! Today I discovered though that it tastes a little better with honey than it does with sugar.

I wanted the fact that it didn't hurt to breathe after using the Backpod to persist today, because it's very, VERY nice when breathing doesn't hurt. So for the most part, I stayed relatively still today, because I didn't wanna move too much and end up having things come back out of place again. I think my efforts mostly worked.

I passed the time by playing Pokemon Scarlet, and that was quite nice. I managed to stay properly hydrated today, too. As a result, the inside of my mind is cheerfully neutral, leaning maybe a little towards placidly hopeful and vaguely looking forward to things. The texture and shape of it comes in the colors of this melody; maybe you'll like it:

Within the next few days, there is a soup event at the place that I like to go to. A bunch of people will make soup and then share it with everyone else. So I thought to try my hand at making pumpkin soup; I know you wished you could try some before, when you were at the Halloween place with Glenn. I really wish that I could make some and then give it to you. Alas, I cannot. So instead I will make it for all the kind folks at the place; in the absence of having the ability to warm up your heart and mind with a hot, delicious, hearty soup, I will instead try to do the same for other people.

…Actually, there are a lot of wholesome things that I try to do for other people, because I cannot do them for you; I am always trying to treat the people around me with the same kindness and care that I would treat you with, if you were nearby. To be sure, it doesn't always work out, because I'm only human, and a very awkward and clumsy example of one, at that. But all the same, I do my best to hold myself accountable for my mistakes and to try to learn to be better when I fall short; I can only hope that it's enough, though admittedly, it never really feels like it is. Oh well. Maybe all this effort will be worth something in the next life. And if not… well, that's okay too. I'll decide to believe that it's still worth something, even if the best I can do is leave my immediate surroundings a little better off than when I found it.

In any case, tomorrow, I'll see about gathering the required ingredients for the soup. In the meantime, I guess I should try to decide on a recipe to follow. All of the ones that I've seen so far call for broth of some kind as a base; I'm super duper glad that I saved some of the chicken bone broth I made previously in the freezer; it'll really come in handy, and it's flavorful and very nutritious besides!! Any soup made with a homemade broth base should be at least pretty good, right? So I'll try to create something that even you could be proud of!

I don't know what sorts of things you get up to at the Edge of Creation, but whatever you do, please try to stay safe; you'll never get to try anybody's pumpkin soup if you do something reckless and end up disappearing. Take good care of yourself. Treat yourself kindly. Use the knowledge that you're loved and cared for to muster up the strength and courage to make gentle, loving choices.

I'll write to you tomorrow about my grocery store adventures! Look forward to it!!

Your friend, Lumine

[hookhausenschips]

Prompt List

Here are the prompts, if you need an idea for a request!

Angst

(1) “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

(2) "What is it about me that isn't good enough?"

(3) "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you still love me."

(4) "I'm a fool for believing you meant what you said."

(5) "When did you stop loving me?"

(6) "Stop pretending that you care"

(7) "You deserve better"

(8) I don’t want to see you ever again”

(9) “Let me hold you for a bit longer”

(10) “No, don’t say that”

(11) “You promised, does that mean nothing to you?”

(12) “Don’t make this harder than it already is”

(13) “Don’t say goodbye, it only makes it worse”

(14) “I trusted you more than anyone else and you lied”

(15) “I’m done trying so hard for you to never even look in my direction”

(16) “You weaponised my kindness against me, and now you want to grovel for forgiveness?”

(17) “You know what? You can go shove that apology up your ass because I don’t want to hear any of it.”

(18) “So, what? This was all a game for you? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

(19) “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t lie to me this whole fucking time, you fucking asshole!”

(20) “Are you crying because of them again?”

(21) “I gave you my all yet you couldn’t even give half of you to me.”

(22) "I won't let you humiliate me anymore."

(23) "The only thing I want back from this relationship is my sanity."

(24) "Cheating certainly wasn't the answer now was it?"

(25) "I would have done anything for you!"

(26) "Don't forget to pull the knife out of my back when you leave."

(27) “You've never looked at me like that before."

(28) "Please! Just give me one more chance."

(29) "I hope you find happiness, even if it's not with me."

(30) "I'll always be watching over you from a distance."

(31) "I don't think my heart can take watching you love someone else again."

(32) "After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"

Fluff

(33) "Keep smiling at me like that."

(34) "I'm not drunk enough for this."

(35) "Ihaven't seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages."

(36) "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

(37) “That was kind of hot."

(38) "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

(39) "You come here often?" "Well considering I work here, yes."

(40)"You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

(41) "Could you say that again?" "Were you not listening?" "No I was, I just like hearing your voice."

(42) "You make me feel at home"

(43) "Why are you wearing my sweater?" "Because it smells like you."

(44) "It's you, it always has been."

(45) “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now?"

(46) “We always hold hands, why are you acting weird?"

(47) "I'm so sick of watching you throw away your happiness for people who don't treasure it! I love you!"

(48) "I think I'm falling in love with you."

(49) "I'm pretty certain that you are the only thing that fills my head these days."

(50) "Oh, that smile — please never stop smiling.”

(51) "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

(52) "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

(53) “Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooo." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

(54) "OH you're jealous!"

(55) "He's/She’s so pretty I think I'm gonna faint."

(56) "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

(57) "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

(58) "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

(59) "You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

(60) "Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance."

(61) "Why are you staring at me?" "Because I think you're beautiful."

(62) "The world gets a little brighter when you’re around."

(63) "They say we won't last." "Then lets prove them wrong."

(64) "You come here often?" "Well, I work here. So think I'd have to say 'yes'."

(65) "Aww, you're blushing. I like that look on you."

(66) softly smiling at each other from across the room

(67) reassuring touches

(68) leaning into the other person

(69) “ I was supposed to take a shower alone but sure, jump right in''

(70) catching each other undressing and very obviously checking each other's bodies out

(71) “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I regret it one bit.”

(72) “Through both the good and the bad, I’ll always be here, by your side.”

(73) "I'm going outside to make out... care to join me?"

(74) "You can stay but your clothes must go."

(75) "S-Stop staring at me like that!"

(76) "I saw that. You just checked me out."

Smut

(77) Friends With Benefits

(78) squirting for the first time

(79) “I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

(80) “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”

(81) “My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

(82) Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.

(83) “Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”

(84) “Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”

(85) “Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”

(86) “I wanna taste you on my lips again.”

(87) “Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”

(88) “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”

(89) “You want to cum?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”

(90) “You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”

(91) “Look at you, drooling over my thighs. You wanna ride them that bad?” “Y-yes please.”

(92) “Hands behind your back.”

(93) “You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

(94) “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

(95) “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

(96) “ I don't bite, you know.. unless it's called for.”

(97) “WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now, right here. hard, fast. pin me down, kiss me hard, look me in the eyes and fuck me like you've never fucked someone before.”

(98) “your face would look better between my legs.”

(99) “excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.”

(100) “now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.”

(101) “now will you please sit on my face already?”

(102) “bite the pillow and ride it out, sweetheart."

(103) “quit whining. you'll get your turn.”

(104) “look at you, panting like a bitch in heat.”

(105) “babe, you need to stay hydrated if we're going to keep this fuck fest alive."

(106) “when i'm done with you, you won't even remember him/her.”

(107) "They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous."

(108) "Earn it!"

(109) "You're such a dirty girl/boy, of course this excites you."

(110) "Give me a show, babygirl/baby boy.”

(111) "You like it when we both fuck you at the same time, isn't that right, babygirl?"

(112) "You're so hot when you take charge."

(113) "You want me to record you?"

(114) "Have you always been this kinky?"

(115) "I found your dildo, you want to use it in front of me?”

(116) "Be careful, I don't want you to choke."

(117) "Fuck, I love it when you scream my name like that."

(118) "How do you feel about adding some toys to the mix of this?"

(119) "Would you want to make a private video for the two of us?"

(120) "Mmm that's right smile for the camera."

(121) "Put on a show for me."

(122) "Wow...you're easy to rile up."

(123) "Home is too far away. No one's going to see us here."

(124) "S-Stop staring at me like that!"

(125) "oh, look who's not wearing any underwear~"

(126) "Ah, ah. I didn't say you could touch me."

[mayajadewrites]

Stained Red - Chapter Four

Chapter Four - Friday

La Reina

"Kiss me then."

Well that is one way to sober up.

You tilted your chin up, searching Matt's face for the right answer. There was undeniable sexual tension between you two - but did you want to indulge so fast?

The liquor swirling in your stomach says yes.

You slowly inch your mouth closer to his, snaking your right arm around his neck. Your lips brushed against his, refusing to make the first move.

Matthew Murdock was not one to be scared of making the first move. Obviously.

He breathed your name before pressing his pillow soft lips against yours, his hand gripping your waist.

His lips feel exactly like you thought they would. They tasted like a mixture of liquor and mint, a combination you didn't mind.

You pulled away slowly, wishing you could relive that kiss over and over.

"I'll be out here when you're done, go piss." Matt smirked, tapping your thigh with his fingertips.

You looked in the mirror after you went to the bathroom, grazing your lips with your fingers, savoring the feeling of Matt's lips on yours.

Did you just kiss the lawyer that works in the same building as you?

Yes.

But you knew you couldn't give it all to him that easy. He got a taste - a sample. He will have to beg you for more.

You washed your hands, reapplied your lip gloss, and checked yourself out. Your curves filled out your outfit, even the parts you don't love enough.

As you exited the bathroom, Matt was leaning up against the wall with a smug look on his face. You wanted to wrap your legs around him and kiss him for hours, but you stopped yourself.

"Thank you." You grabbed your purse from him, caressing his jawline gently. He leaned in for a kiss but you started walking back towards the table instead. You could tell Matt was not pleased.

But he loves a good challenge.

As you both sit at the table, you look at Matt's face, more specifically his lips. You could see the clear sheen from your lipgloss. He looked adorable.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket.

Karen: Please tell me you and Matt made out. He has been staring at you the entire time we've been here.

You: We kissed once. I'm not giving everything up that easy. ;)

Karen snickered as she read your text, locking her phone quickly. Foggy and Marci were playing poole together, laughing and joking around. They are so cute, you can tell they love each other.

Karen's date, Adam, showed up at some point - you don't remember when. He's a quiet journalist, mostly staying by Karen's side.

Matt pressed his chest into yours as you listened to all the sounds of Josies - the music, the conversations, the bottles clanking together, everything.

He dragged his fingertips up and down your sides, pulling you closer to him by your abdomen.

You felt your eyes start to flutter close, so you knew it was late. Especially for a week night.

1:44 AM

You gently grab Matt's face behind you, pulling him to you. "I'm gonna head out." You drag one of your almond shaped nails down his face. "Thank you for tonight. I needed it." You stood up, fixing your jeans.

"You're out of your mind if you think I'm letting you go home alone." He whispered huskily in your ear. "I'll walk you home, princesa."

You gave your goodbyes to everyone, promising to do this again soon. Foggy, Marci and Karen hugged you, which you were not expecting. You and your friends rarely hug, but it felt so good.

Instead of you leading yourself and Matt by your arm, Matt interlaced his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

Thank god he can't see how big you're smiling.

"Goodnight, Matthew." You turn to Matt, kissing him on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams." Matt said softly, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

You wanted to kiss him again. And again. And again.

Tomorrow is a new day.

The sunlight intruded in your room as your eyes fluttered open, a slight headache coming on from the liquor last night.

6:30AM

It's Friday, last day of the work week (well, any day can be the last day of the work week for you) but you like to follow a 9-5 schedule.

Scenes from last night start replaying, the butterflies that Matt left you fluttering in your stomach.

Once you finished your morning routine (shower, makeup, hair, then outfit) you braced yourself for the inevitable.

Matt Murdock.

For him, you would throw off your routine. So you made a mental note to skip your coffee shop on the way to work, in case Matt wanted to go with you.

You locked your door (triple checked) and went to turn around, when you spot those red glasses.

"Good morning beautiful." Matt smiled. He looked so fresh, you wouldn't know that he was out at all hours last night.

He had your iced vanilla latte with cinnamon in his hand, along with his coffee.

"Matt, you didn't have to -"

"Please." He handed you the cup, swirling the ice around a bit. "It was my pleasure."

God, you wanted to kiss him right there.

Soon.

"Are you happy today is Friday?" You ask, sipping from the straw of your iced latte.

"Very. This week has been exhausting to say the least. Lots of cases, none huge but they are tedious. How about you? How's your new novel?"

"I've barely started it. My mind has been everywhere." You wave your hand, looking up at the falling leaves from the streets lining the streets.

"Mine too." Matt leaned down, whispering in your ear. He pushed a few of your curls out of your face with a smile.

You both enjoyed each others company, so much so that when you reached the building, you almost kept walking just to keep talking.

"I'll stop by for lunch." Matt kissed your forehead, opening the door for you. "Text me your lunch order."

"Okay." You nod, pressing the 'up' button on the elevator.

Matt was not like other men. You've kissed plenty of men in bars before, but all of them expected something from you after. Or the next morning. If you didn't give it to them, they dropped you faster than you could even say their name.

While you knew Matt wanted to kiss you and touch you more than anything, you knew he would respect your boundaries and choices. He wanted to learn who you are, what you love, and who you love.

You told him about how you speak spanish, thankfully both of your parents spoke english and spanish, so you were raised with both. He knew you were latina, but didn't know if you could speak full spanish.

You also told him how you love living alone and being alone so much that you don't know if anyone will want to be in your space like that.

The morning came and went, and you still were on page 1 of your novel. You got startled by your phone buzzing on your desk.

Matt: I'm about to pick up lunch, send me your order please.

You: Hmmmm... a caesar salad with a side of Matthew Murdock.

Matt: Coming right up.

The two of you spent lunch together listening to music, while talking about your favorite books and tv shows. It felt like you've known each other for thousands of years.

"I've gotta get back to work." Matt stood up, grabbing your trash and bringing it to the trash can. "I'll meet you up here at 5." He smiled, walking towards the door.

"Wait, Matt." You stood up, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Hm?"

"Kiss me." You say, looking up at his sculpted face, watching your reflection through his glasses.

Without words, Matt leaned down and pressed his lips to yours once more. It felt like water after a drought. You cupped his face in your hands, deepening the kiss. One of his arms snaked around your body, while the other caressed your cheek.

"You are so beautiful." Matt whispered against your lips, pulling away slowly.

"You can't even see me."

"I don't need to see you to know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." Matt stopped, pointing to your chest. "Your heart. Everything about that tells me what I need to know about you."

Swoon.

"I'll see you later, Matthew." You press your lips against his once more, watching the corners of his mouth turn upwards.

The work day felt like forever, since all you wanted to do was kiss Matt.

He felt like home. He felt... safe.

And that scared you.

I love me some sweet Matt. Hope you're all enjoying Stained Red!

[mcntsee]

60 DIALOGUE PROMPTS!!

Alright, since I can’t seem to come up with anything good to write, I’ve decided to let an AI generate random dialogue prompts. If you are interested in any of them being part of a fanfic, please send an ask with said prompt. Also, if you have an idea of what you want me to do with the prompt, feel free to include it in the ask. Angst? Happy? Funny? Only writing for Kaz Brekker at the moment, but might do it again for more characters.

(I’ll be crossing out the ones that have already been done.)

1. "You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

2. "Am I supposed to be scared now?"

3. "Could you be happy here with me?"

4. "But this- this is the only thing that's made the last three years bearable."

5. "Perhaps you'll take me out one day - or do I have to make an appointment?"

6. "I've forgotten what it's like to feel young."

7. "She's been missing since Friday and you're not worried?"

8. "I daren't stay long. I just had to see you."

9. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

10. "He/she was unconscious when I found him/her”

11. "You came back!"

12. "You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?"

13. "You were meant to be watching him/her!”

14. "I'll find her and bring her home, I promise."

15. "Have you read the newspaper stories about my wife?"

16. "Tell me what you saw, for her/his sake!"

17. "H-how long have you been standing there?"

18. "You haven't called me that in years."

19. She was beginning to realise how far down in his memory he’d buried his childhood

20. "I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I'm going to marry her."

21. "You did a bad thing for a good reason."

22. "If you do this, you will be dead to me."

23. "You have her/his eyes."

24. "I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?"

25. "You're paying a small price compared with what she's going through."

26. "Are you kidding me? We're not 'fine'!"

27. "What do you remember about your mother?"

28. "Where does a child hide in a town like this?"

29. "If only I'd just gone over when she called."

30. “If you’re not going to let me help, I’m not staying to watch you burn.”

31. “You shot me!” “Oh, don’t pretend to be surprised. It’s unbecoming.”

32. “We were friends.”

33. “You seem tired.”

34. “You talk like we’ve already lost.” “Look around you, dumbass! We already have!”

35. “Was I just not enough for you?”

36. “It’s easy to hate someone when you don’t look them in the eyes.”

37. “Ah, yes. I am delighted to exist as a pawn in your power-plays.”

38. “How am I supposed to go on?”

39. “Aren’t you tired? Can we stop this and give our hearts rest?”

40. “We started this together and we should end it together.”

41. “You bring the best out of me but I’m the worst for you.”

42. “What I mean is, I’m going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again.”

43. “But you make me feel like home! You are my home.”

44. “I just need this one moment. This last one.”

45. “I was not ready to lose both a lover and a friend in one night.”

46. Because that’s all we are now, right? A memory, a faded picture, a failed potential.

47. “Please, just stay a little longer.”

48. “Am I going to die?”

49. “I know exactly how this ends.”

50. “You were never one of us.”

51. “I would’ve died for you.”

52. “You almost died! And for what?”

53. “If I leave now, I won’t come back.”

54. “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.”

55. “And then he left.”

56. “I wish I could fix this.”

57. “You hurt me and I still trusted you.”

58. “Can we have this conversation when you’re not upset.”

59. “You really were my first and last.”

60. “I hope you got what you wanted.”

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 44

Izuku and I were walking together back to the dorms, we had said goodbye to Togata senpai earlier and now we were really quiet.

By just glancing at him, I knew what he was thinking about because I was thinking about it too.

Eri-chan.

It made me feel angry at myself for not being able to help her. But there wasn't anything we could do at that moment. The only thing I could do... was keep my promise and rescue her, all of us.

We walked inside the dorm and we were greeted by some of our classmates. I tried to smile at them, but I was so tired. More mentally than physically.

"Hard day?" I looked at Eijiro and chuckled humorlessly.

"You could say," I swallowed and turned to the stairs. "I'll go take a shower."

I walked slowly and past the elevator. I was going to climb up the stairs. I need to think for a bit.

//////

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ring inside the bathroom. I sighed and closed the shower, grabbing my towel and getting out, covering my lower half. Walking to my phone, I saw Katsuki's message.

BabySuki;

Come over to my room.

I wanna see you.

His texts made me smile a bit and made my heart race, but the uneasiness was still lingering in the back of my mind, so I couldn't really be happy about it. But I replied anyway.

;I'll be there in a bit.

I dried myself a bit and walked out of the bathroom, looking for some comfortable clothes to wear. I wasn't in the state of mind to pay attention to what I was getting, but I got dressed in a few seconds.

I knocked on Katsuki's door maybe two or three times, and then the ash blonde that I love opened the door, dragging me in before I could say anything. "Wh-?" And I felt a pair of soft lips against mine.

The kiss made me melt instantly, making me wrap my arms around his waist and get closer to him. Katsuki giggled on my lips, and that made me smile, but our kiss broke after a few seconds went by.

Our foreheads were touching and I had my eyes still closed. I bit my lip slightly. "I love you, Katsuki."

I heard him groan and his fingers playing with my hair, causing a smile to be plastered on my face, "Don't say that, (M/n)... I already know you love me."

"Well, I was making sure you still knew, just in case you doubt me, love." I felt his arms lowering and his palms held my forearms, squeezing them a bit.

"I'll never doubt it," Katsuki backed away from me, and I had to open my eyes.

Only now I noticed...

"What happened to you?"

...how messed up he looked. He looked worse than yesterday.

He chuckled nervously while scratching the back of his neck. "The extra classes are kind of tough, y'know..." he looked away and I noticed more bruises down his neck.

I held his hand and dragged him out of his room.

"Eh...? (M/n)?" My feet took us to my bedroom and I made him sit down on my bed.

Katsuki's eyes stared at me curiously.

"What...?" Before he could finish talking I walked into my bathroom and looked around for the first-aid kit.

When I stepped out, Katsuki was staring at the ceiling, a cute confused expression on his face.

"(M/n)," I grabbed my desk chair and placed it in front of him, sitting beside Katsuki and placing the kit on top of the chair.

"I'm going to be your nurse for a bit, Katsuki," I glanced at him and he a had faint blush on his face.

"Uh... you don't... have to, I can do it... myself." His shy voice made me turn to look at him.

And I couldn't resist.

I held his face with my hands and turned him, facing me. My lips touched his and my body leaned forward, making Katsuki lay down on my bed, our chests were pressed up against each other and I could hear his surprise noises whenever my lips moved on his.

Katsuki pressed his palms on my shoulders, weakly pushing me back. I did, but when our kiss broke I lowered down to kiss the bruises on his cheeks and down his neck.

"Gah... (M/n), wh-what are you-?" I stopped and placed my forehead on his shoulder, kissing it softly.

"You're irresistible, Katsuki, sorry."

He blushed and glanced away, I helped him sit up and, in complete silence, I became his temporary nurse.

//////

And the next day, when we walked into the classroom, the girls commented about Katsuki's appearance, and Shouto's attractive face being injured. That made me chuckle.

Katsuki glanced at me, growling and with his usual scowl on his face.

Weird... it's been a while since I've seen his signature scowl. I kinda missed it now that I realized it.

I wanted to do something, so I looked around. Okay, nobody's looking. "Hey, Katsuki." He turned to me abruptly.

"Wha-?!" My mouth on his didn't allow him to complain as I stole his breath with a kiss. I backed away two seconds later and I saw Katsuki's red face. You could probably fry an egg on him, and that thought made me laugh.

I ruffled his hair and walked to my desk, before I sat down I saw Izuku on his and I smiled at him.

"Good morning, Izuku." He just stared ahead, his eyes lost. He seemed to be thinking about something. And I knew what... "You're thinking of Eri, right?" And that made him turn to me.

"It's inevitable, (M/n)-kun. You saw her too... she was so scared..." I sighed and sat on his desk, looking down at him.

"I know, but... I made a promise to her, and we have to focus on class for now, the... the time to rescue her would come around soon, Izuku. Don't worry too much, okay?" He nodded once, but I saw his expression. He wasn't agreeing with me, and I didn't blame him anyway.

I was struggling to believe my own words right now too.

Iida yelled something about Tsuyu and Uraraka's absence, and then Jiro mentioned Eijiro missing too.

Just now I realized he wasn't here.

I did remember him texting me something about having a place where he could do his internship, but when Kaminari said that, Katsuki screamed behind me making me flinch.

And that like, Cementoss walked in to teach us the first class, so I made my way to my desk.

The day went past like a blur, sometimes I would space out for a moment and I wouldn't snap back if it wasn't for a teacher or Katsuki calling me. Izuku was even worse than me, and that was pretty much the course of our day.

[greycaelum]

workout together + cook

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—workout together & cook together

Note & Warning: fluff, slight violence, mafia dealings, Word Count: 1.9k

Osaka Morning

With a normal pace for walking the treadmill kept you busy and your heart thumping at a fast pace while watching the Osaka sun rising from the dark dawn and waking up the vast city from the glass window of Satoru's penthouse on the 56th floor.

This was a change of scenery for you. Normally you would be running down the mountain at the back of Satoru's hidden rest house, trying to find where his two tigers have decided to sleep for the night and play a bit with the two huge felines

But this week, Satoru thought you would like to stay with him in the city. His mafia dealings need his meticulous attention with the tension against another group.

As for why you tagged along, the curiosity about how he runs his notorious group caught your attention hook, line, and sinker to accept the invitation. From time to time you forget that he's one of the most ruthless people you've met in your whole life whenever he's just in the rest house, lounging with you or helping you with planting and tending to your flower garden.

"I went to the bedroom but you weren't there," the door of the gym opened. Satoru in black dri-fit sleeveless turtleneck hugging his sinewy body, cotton shorts, and yet his bare feet walk against the cold wood plank towards your direction and lean an elbow in front of your treadmill. His eyes raked your form and a subtle smile adorned his lips. "Wanna go down the city with me?"

"It depends, is it business or leisure?" Your eyes darted down and met his glinting blue one. "An ex-assassin and a mafia don walking the street at 4:41 doesn't sound appealing to start the day."

"How about adding 'p' in front and changing the 'i' to 'a' in the leisure? I haven't toured you in the city in the five days we stayed here." Satoru shrug and offered a look of promise.

These past few days it's been hard to meet each other in the morning because Satoru leaves even before the sun would rise and he would come back exhausted, he almost fell asleep in the bathroom if you didn't come in to check what's taking him so long only to see him dozing off in the bathtub. 

"Shoko will be taking me to Tokyo at 8 am," amidst your words, the tips of your finger found the power button and turned the machine off.

"I'll return you to your tower before 6:00, Your Highness," he lowered his knees and bowed in jest, even offering his hand to help you down the treadmill.

"Silly," you scoff and bit your lips to suppress your laughter.

Who would believe that this is the man who singlehandedly broke and rearrange the bones of stubborn men from the other clan that dare mess in his territory?

No one would probably think that those hard knuckles and callous fist Satoru use to beat people who disobey him are the same hand that clumsily wrap a disorganized bouquet of flower to sneak behind you and surprise you with them, those fingers that the thorn of your roses prick and he comes pouting like a kid, asking for tweezers and you pluck them out.

The private elevator opened by the basement Satoru solely occupies which leads to the back of the 65 floors skyscraper and connects to the road downtown.

"What's with the excursion to Tokyo? Shoko didn't invite me and Suguru."

The two of you started to jog at a moderate pace by the sideline. The cold breeze of spring barely cools you down, and you're tempted to pull down the zipper of the running jacket Satoru threw on you to wear. The weather in Osaka is humid compared to the cold atmosphere in the mountain rest house at Tohoku but the sakura trees are the most beautiful, lining on the roadside.

"It'll be a quick one she's bringing me to buy some nice wine. You're a lightweight, so you're not needed there."

"Oi, say it in a nicer way." Satoru chuckled but the corner of his lips twitch. You glance and shake your head teasingly.

"I'm not wrong. Remember the time Shoko brought some barrels of draught beer to the resthouse? You barely drank three sips and fell face flat on the table." Satoru tripped on the jutting pavement tile and almost fell down but immediately balanced himself. He cleared his throat and look at you with bulging eyes. You smirked and turned right.

"You don't have to remind me, thank you very much," the man grumbled and pointed to the park, a few hundred meters away. His forehead creases, but the small pout of the supple pink lips tell you otherwise.

"Suguru had to carry you to bed. Bridal style," you bit your lips, remembering the crazy sight of a grown man carrying another grown but dead drunk man like a princess up to the bedroom. "Bridal style Satoru," you chuckled which only turned the small pout to a small whine and accusing blue eyes glaring holes at you.

You laughed and turned around, holding your hand out, and slam the passerby hard against the wall that bones were heard slamming. You held the man's wrist tightly to the point of breaking while pressing his front against the wall while he squirmed around as a fish caught in the bait.

"Deringer?" You glance down at the protruding thing in his pocket. Surely shining steel glinted in affirmation. "Who sent you?"

The man thrashes around but the grip you have only tightened, purposely keeping him slammed on the wall.

"Hmmm, you can't be alone," Satoru pulled the palm-sized gun with a small silencer attached to the muzzle from the man's pockets. "Early birds catch the worm huh?"

"Kill or keep?" You ask, you're getting irritated with the meaningless squirming of the man against you.

"Keep for now. Cleaning up a dead body in the morning isn't in the cup of tea for today." Satoru made a funny face.

Chopping the back of his head, the man fell down and you glance at the CCTV, looking at you. The lenses zoomed two times and turned away.

"I'm not informed of this new kind of exercise" Satoru glanced at the mob that appeared out of nowhere and surrounded you in seconds.

"I'm a little out of practice, don't blame me if I can't hold back."

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and bones breaking and cracking filled the morning street. Sweat dribbled down your forehead as you kick the one who went for Satoru's back and turn back to your own enemy, elbowing the jaw and punching him in the diaphragm he fell down, unconscious.

You frowned at how easy this was, your assailants were too weak. Didn't even land a graze or made you out of breath.

"Satoru."

"Hmmm?"

You watch as Satoru finishes the last stout mob while holding hands, delivering a clean punch to the gut and completely knocking the man cold on the asphalt with bubbles spilling from his mouth.

"I don't think beating up people in the early morning sounds like a part of a workout."

"But it made you sweat," Satoru hummed and held your hand tightly in his. Hollow amusement filled his eyes, staring at the stupid goons that dared to intrude on his time with you. The nerve these scums think they can hold a candle to him and even think of hurting you. The audacity of these fools makes him scoff. Satoru tug you close and whisper in your ear. "We should go back. I'll cook breakfast for you."

Pliantly, you walk beside him, back to his penthouse. Sensing Satoru's mood drop as he keeps his mouth shut on the way. The CCTV footage was perfectly erased and the punks you beat up were in the morning headline.

Satoru stood in the kitchen in his crisp white shirt and black slacks, an apron was thrown over while he season and seat the salmon fillet in the skillet.

On the counter, you whisk the cream made of lemon, garlic flour, and seasoning.

The coffee maker has two cups of smoking espresso ready. His back looks more relaxed as he kept himself focused on his work. He fits so strangely perfect in the kitchen. The tension on his shoulders are gone and seem to be in a better mood.

"I'm done, want me to make fried egg rice?" You hunched on the space of his shoulder and peek at the thing he was doing. You smiled when his spicy cool eucalyptus and aftershave soak your senses. He smells so nice and your lips naturally found his neck, dropping a light kiss and resumed observing Satoru's slender fingers busied themselves in removing the fish and throwing in cubes of butter with your cream sauce.

"Get on with the rice." He turned around abruptly making you fall on his hard chest and walk forward until your waist hit the counter edge, Satoru locked you with his arms on your sides and a leg between yours, skin brushing against skin sharing the burning heat. Your eyes trained his Adam's apple tantalizingly bobbing up and down and up to Satoru's hooded eyes. "Before I make you my breakfast."

"That might be the case," your brow raised and fingers found his chin, grazing the growing stubble on his jaw. "Coz your salmon is burning." You pointed to the fish turning redder than usual.

"Ahhhh!" In split second his face morphs from desire to alarm, scrambling back to the pan and salvaging his fish. While you work on your fried rice Satoru made the table.

"You kept distracting me," he grumbled and huffed. "Can't I tag along to Tokyo?"

"You have work. Shoko called it a girl's day out. It won't be like that if a boy like you is walking with us." You shared the portions of rice on your plate and sat down for breakfast. The scrumptious pair of creamy fish and egg rice melted heavenly on your palate.

"You should practice this more," Satoru move his head and down, chewing on the food with a satisfied look on his face.

"The cream sauce?"

"The egg rice." He mumbled. "I always thought I'd live my life eating your burned eggs but hey, this one I can eat every day." He stuffs another spoonful into his mouth.

Is that so? Your brow quirk at this.

"Then cook dinner with me again when I come home? I'll make my favorite meal for you." You watch him sip his espresso with a proud smile on his face and choked in it.

"Favorite meal?" he grimaced fanning his tongue. "Too bitter." He coughed and desperately chugged down his glass of water to rinse the taste.

"Yeah, Shoko taught me to make a geki kara miso ramen," that super spicy miso ramen you had with Shoko in Hokkaido left an impression that you can't forget.

Beside you, Satoru visibly stiffened.

"I like sweet and spicy ones," he solicited.

"I don't know how to cook that."

"I can teach you!"

"But I don't like sweet and spicy."

You watch Satoru's soul start fading, perhaps dreading the dinner to come.

The idea of abnormally red ramen swimming in what looks like the river of hell doesn't sound anything promising.

"Don't worry, I'll make you a super nice dinner you won't forget."

"T-thank you..." He sighed miserably and hid his face in your neck making you burst out in laughter patting his head while he whine.

—GreyCaelum

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