#i don't want to feel like while going home and making rice and setting my alarm for work tomorrow

[chetungwan]

I'm going through a *jazz hands* depressive thing rn, cause the weather just took a hard turn into the next season and that sort of thing makes me want to cut all ties and run away every time

Doesn't matter what season it's becoming, either! When the seasons change, some kinda migratory instinct awakens and I get depressed about not being able to climb on a bus and vanish into the roadways. So my ability to be social is diminished, even though it's probably even more important that I keep talking to people during this. Rest assured that this will fade at some point and I will stop longing to leave a cryptic note behind when I take a change of clothing and my cat before mysteriously disappearing

[abbysdruidess]

you ever see those tiktoks of ppl making to-go meals for their wives working at hospitals? i wanna do that for abby so badly 🥺 (i've seen some hcs of her being an orthopaedic surgeon and I think thats real af)

thank you for this anon<3 I was kind of in a writers block so this helped s a lot-send me more asks about my babygirl, my delightful wife.

l̳u̳n̳c̳h̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳m̳p̳i̳o̳n̳s̳ | modern au smut

wc: 1.3k (my longest!!)

tags: fluff, smut, domesticity, reader gets head for cooking for her wife(not that she wasn't getting it anyway), Abby eats it the whole damn thing on the kitchen counter

a/n: this is in the form of headcanons with a smut drabble in the end-lmk what you guys think<33

❦ I feel like in a modern au Abs would definitely choose a field that requires a lot of hard work(cause in the game also she overworked herself), so she's either a doctor or a construction worker(;)). I feel like she wouldn't want to choose to be a neurosurgeon like her father, bc as much as she admires his work, she doesn't want to be compared to him and she grew up with it, she wants something different. So her going into orthopaedics seems pretty reasonable.

❦ As for the lunch thing, I could totally see you making her lil lunches<3 She is careful about what she eats cause she wants maintain her muscled appearance, so she doesn't really go for the cafeteria food. Therefore, you make a habit of cooking food for the wife™️ every day. I imagine you getting one of these cute bento boxes and cook her some chicken, rice and salad the night before and set it up all cute<3

❦She'd always love it when you cook her food from your culture/country of origin also🥺because baby loved everything about you and wants to feel closer to you any chance she gets. In my country there's a lot of emphasis on fresh, unprocessed food so I imagine you growing a little garden outside your kitchen with fruits and vegetables, the works.

❦ Don't forget about dessert also-cooking a big tray of something like brownies or a batch of cookies on Sunday nights and put in on her lunch box with a note that goes like "finish your vegetables before you devour dessert!" or "eat lunch first, dear<3" . Bonus points if you kiss the note and get lipstick all over it.

❦ Maybe a coworker of hers notices one day(probably Manny cause he's the only one able to confront her about it) and goes up to her with a shit eating grin while she's eating it like "Damn doc, maybe that wife of yours can cook me up a lunch or too like yours sometime. She forgot to draw a heart on your brownies though." And normally if it was someone else she'd be pretty pissed off, because HOW DARE THEY mock the lunch her amazing, breathtaking wife worked so hard to make. But it's Manny so she knows he's just fucking around. SO Abby's like "Oh shut up Manny. You're just wish you had a girl who wants to make you lunch every day."

❦And truthfully she's extremely grateful for it, it's one of those things that reminds her why she married you, you care for her so much and cooking for her shows you look after her in one of the most vital, intimate ways possible. In the end of the week, once she comes home from work and sees you cleaning dishes in the sink, she walks up to you, leaving her little lunch box on the counter and wraps her big, beefy arms around you, while she whispers in your ear.

"I didn't thank you for lunch this week. I loved the cookies a lot.", and you can feel her breath slightly tickling your ear, the pads of her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

"It's alright Abs, I like making you food. You need to stay fit, big girl.", you respond, while you turn around and run your hands down her biceps.

"Hmm, thank you so much for caring about my health babe, or maybe you just like that your wife is packing such heavy guns under her shirt, huh?" she teases. You can't deny though, you love her figure. You can feel her hands on your hips as she tenderly lifts you on the counter, and you sigh happily.

"Yes Abby" you roll your eyes. "I'm soo thankful I have such a strong wife. It is quite beneficial at times.". Your hands ride up her shirt, cupping her firm, silken breasts. She exhales all wobbly, you know how sensitive her breasts are. But you know your little game won't last long.

She doesn't respond, just leans her face into yours so your noses bump and smiles. She quickly makes light work of your shirt, tossing it on the floor and goes for the button in your jeans next, as you help her by raising your hips off the counter. In one flawless motion, she has removed both your jeans and underwear, tossing them off with your shirt. Once the bare skin of your ass makes contact with the marble of the counter you shiver, and Abby brings her girthy palms to rest under your buttocks, warming up the skin there and slightly groping it.

"Lemme thank you for lunch. You are always so good to me. My pretty, little wife". She raises one of her hands and gently runs her pointer finger where your folds part, making you gasp. Your hands reach to her behind and cup her firm ass. "Alright." you whisper into her ear, as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

She then kisses a line from your jaw to your belly button, leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses where the drool from her mouth remains visible on your skin. You could only wish it would imprint on it, immortalising Abby's passionate mouth loving on your body. You shudder as you feel her delicately kissing your pussy, rubbing her tongue on your feminine lips as if she was making out with them. Her tongue teases the sensitive flesh, as the nerves in the most sensitive part of your body are abused by this wonderful, wonderful woman. You let out small, staccato moans, and your hands reach the flesh of your breasts, cupping them and toying with them deliciously. Abby continues the barrage on your cunt, licking up your clit as the room is filled with the sloppy sounds of sopping flesh.

You sit there, helpless but to take it, as you feel the coil inside you tightening up from the lovely tongue of your wife. You suddenly feels as though a band has snapped, and you are overcome with heavenly, internal bliss as your orgasm washes over you like a wave. Abby guides you through it, leaving soft kissing on your cunt and whispering "That's it baby, come like a good girl". Once it stops, you can feel her rising up to kiss you, her tongue rubbing yours in small circles as she lets you taste your salty tang.

"Mmm" you let out a soft giggle. "I'm so grateful I have such a caring attentive wife.", and she makes you gasp as she her fingers come up to your sensitive folds, dipping her hands into your hole and spreading your juices all over your inner thighs. You let out soft moans at the overstimulation but allow her to continue the assault on your cunt nonetheless, as she thumbs you clit gently, watching it twitch in between your legs.

"Damn right you are, baby. Wanna take this to the bedroom?" She leans into you and leaves a kiss on your ear lobe. "I'm not through with you yet." you don't reply just yet, because you know she still wants to have a go at you, and she will no matter what. You grumble a small yes at her as she picks you up bridal style and moves you to the bedroom, kicking your discarded clothes out of her way.

What could she say? Abby lives to please you, and you live to please her. And both of you are thankful for having each other to help whenever, whether that is with lunch and everything the other person needs.

whoaah, who wrote that🤔anyways, lmk what you guys think of it and ofc send me more asks abt Abby<33

[mirai-e-jump]

TV Station, 8/31/2024 Issue ft. Kamen Rider Gavv Cast Members (translation below)

Publication: August 28, 2024

Chinen Hidekazu x Hino Yusuke x Miyabe Nozomi

Chinen: Those around me often tell me, "You resemble Shouma," but there's a gap between us and the roles we play.

Hino: In what ways?

Miyabe: I'm curious.

Chinen: Yusuke-kun is normally a funny guy and the mood maker on set. However, Hanto is cool, and if I had to say, it feels like he'd quietly glance over at those who are having fun. I think that gap is amazing.

Hino: Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Chinen: That was my intention (laughs).

Hino: Thank goodness~ (laughs).

Chinen: My first impression of Miyabe-san is that even when she crosses her legs, it doesn't look unrefined at all. She looked like a refined older sister.

Miyabe: Thank you so much (laughs).

Chinen: Still, Sachika's a serious but cheerful, high spirited gyaru. I find that gap appealing.

Hino: In my mind, the impression I have of Shouma is that he's a hero who's "right in the middle." He grows throughout the story, and he's got abilities that others don't have. That's something that also overlaps with Hide. There's a sparkly feeling when we're together, and his ambition to work hard over the coming year is amazing. It feels like he's linked to the role.

Chinen: I truly appreciate those words.

Hino: In this Kamen Rider, there'll be many heavy scenes over the course of the story. That's why Sachika's existence is so valuable. To put it simply, she's like a missile character*, but there are times as Hanto when she helps me. This is because Miyabecchi plays the role of Sachika without hesitating. I'm incredibly grateful. (*you don't know what they'll do next)

Miyabe: Ever since we first met, Chinen-kun's been exactly the character he plays. Shouma's a pure boy who's excited by everything he sees. Chinen-kun has a side like that too, there's no semblance of being fake, don't you think?

Chinen: Yeah, you may be right.

Hino: The pure part of them seems to be similar.

Miyabe: He's so straightforward that it makes me laugh, and my impression is that he's Shouma himself. And then, Hino-san is……(laughs).

Hino: Why'd you laugh just now? (laughs). It's okay to compliment me at a time like this.

Miyabe: I'll do my best (laughs). When we first met, Hino-san's hair was pink.

Hino: It's because I had to dye it for a previous production.

Miyabe: I was uneasy about whether I could properly speak to him.

Chinen: What a shocking statement (laughs).

Hino: It's because I've been a nuisance (laughs).

Miyabe: It's not like that, I had already seen his acting before, so I thought he was a really cool guy. However, he seemed to enjoy talking with the staff in between takes, and in a good way, I found a sense of familiarity with that gap.

Hino: I was wondering what she'd say, but Miyabecchi finally put me in a good light (laughs).

Chinen: This is what it's like when we have fun on set, so let's work together and do our best! _

The Ideal Sunday

Chinen: I'll wake up at 6 a.m., eat rice, natto, and kimchi to fill my stomach, from there, take a shower, and then head out. After touring some vintage clothing stores and wandering around town, I'll eat lunch, put on a change of clothes, and go for a run.

Miyabe: What about your belongings?

Chinen: I leave my stuff in a coin locker and then go for a run. After the run, I sweat it out at the sauna, eat soba, and then go home.

Hino: Sleep is very important to me, so I'd rather always be sleeping. I'll wake up in the evening and take a bath about halfway through the day. I was part of a family of five when I was living at my parents house, and we always had a set order of when you could go in (the bath), so I'm very happy to be able to use it any time I want without feeling constrained. After that, I'll eat ice cream while watching TV, and then go to bed when I feel sleepy. This is the absolute best.

Miyabe: I also get up at 6 a.m. like Chinen-san. Ideally, I'd go for a run during times when fewer people are around, and breakfast would consist of brown rice with salmon, tamagoyaki, and miso soup. After eating, I'd read and tend to my favorite flowers.

Chinen: However, what's the reality?

Miyabe: Just like Hino-san, I'll sleep into the evening, eat a rushed meal, take a bath, and then it's time to go to bed (laughs). At the very least, I'd like to get a good night's sleep for the sake of work the next day.

[paper-mario-wiki]

Do you do farm stuff Scout? Or would you like to? Like owning chickens or tending an outdoor garden, that sort of thing?

From ages 7 to 19 I lived on farms, and was made to be an active participant in maintenance and usages of the facilities I don't know why the fuck I'm typing it like this, but I grew up on a farm. I was kinda in charge of everything, but slacked a lot and my brother had to cover for me. That said, I still spent a LOT of time doing chores.

At one point or another I've been responsible for most every farm chore you can really think of. All the basics like raking leaves, milking goats, collecting eggs, feeding chickens- but also the big stuff like moving tons of hay, herding flocks, caring for large animals such as llamas, alpacas, horses, and cows, as well as delivering babies, gutting and plucking fowl (only chickens and turkeys, though I've also cared for ducks and geese), dehoring, hoof cleaning, corpse transportation, crop maintenance, winter ice removal by breaking up frozen water troughs in 10 below weather (thought this was usually circumvented by anticipating the cold and setting up water heaters beforehand), constructing enclosures, slaughtering pigs, and etc etc etc etc etc all that shit. Bunnies snakes mini horses donkeys. All that shit. Farm stuff. Ya know.

Moved away when I went to college and immediately plunged into a mixed-zoning district in the Fushimi district in Kyoto. This was a really good transition from rural living to city living, because mixed zoning districts have blocks dedicated to apartment complexes and family homes right next to blocks of rice fields and ponds, which was behind the 7-Eleven I bought most of my food from.

Now I live in a SHITTY mixed zoning area in SHITTY America where we never stop hearing cars because there's a massive parking lot nearby and constant police sirens, not because the area is particularly dangerous, but because there's like 2 police stations nearby.

My ideal housing goal, which also happens to be my current goal in life, is to reach a slightly more rural version of the Kyoto living situation. The goals are very distinct:

0. I'm editing this one in after the fact to note that while I've used Kyoto as an example a few times in this post, I'm just looking for an area that feels right and would happily live in any prefecture that fits my needs.

I want to not be tied directly to a visa which would draw me away from doing whatever work I really want to do, like my student visa did later on when school started getting worse as professors were struggling to learn digital classroom mechanics. The visa I'm shooting for is dependent on a few ideas I have for businesses, but that's still kind of a long shot.

I want to be in a position of relative financial freedom so that I can spend enough time genuinely living there instead of just being tied to a computer all day, limiting me to the world I already know. This one's the big one, so I'm still workin on that. That said, recently I've been taking some pretty massive steps towards making this a more tangible circumstance. Fingers crossed.

I want to have a home that I own instead of renting, and I'd like to work with a Japanese architect to actually construct it. Again, these are big big plans, but I think a life goal is a thing worth thinking big about. And it's not like I'm trying to build a mansion, or even a family-sized house, I think I'd be content with three bedrooms, a kitchen, and common room. Of course, in keeping with the "dream big" spirit, in a world where I've got enough money to have a nicer, slightly bigger home, I can imagine as many as 5 bedrooms. It's nice to imagine in this "perfect" outcome that I've got a reason to have enough space for guests to sleep over. A local community, or an otherwise tangible, real-world web of relationships would be nice. Like, Real Adult Socializing Shit.

I want to have a significant emphasis on self-reliance on this home. As far solarpunk as I can reasonably go, without biting off more than I can chew as someone who's kinda limp-wristed. In a gay way and a feeble way. I figure this will come down to solar panels, water filtration, a well, and a garden (or at least the space to have gardening stuff like pots and soil). Some chickens would be nice too, but I don't know that I'd ever take on livestock proper.

I want to be properly submerged in trees without being more than a 5 minute bike ride from a train station. Somwhere like Yase-Hieizanguchi Station in north Kyoto is a good example of station that's on the edge of a metropolitan area and the forest. There was an apartment there I almost got, but backed out when covid hit cuz I decided moving across town would be a whack decision.

This is a BONUS goal, but I think it'd also be nice to not compromise on a single location, and instead have a home out in the inaka, while also having a small apartment rented in the city I can go between whenever I need to. In a world where I can afford a plot of land out in the country, but would still need to travel into town for business, that would be nice. Though in that scenario I'd likely need to also take on the arduous task of getting a Japanese drivers license. If I know far enough in advance that I want to take this specific route then I could bypass that last one by getting an international license before moving to Japan, but after moving to Japan you're barred from getting an international license.

I couldn't tell you in honesty that I'm a Salt of the Earth, Red Blooded American Farmer in my heart, and in fact I could not WAIT to move away from the farm. I hated that I didn't have a say in living on a farm, and was made to take care of animals. But what I DID enjoy about that life was the stillness. The opportunities of perfect silence. The stars unobstructed by light pollution. The ability to explore. Those things I was incredibly grateful for. And as such, in my perfect world, I would like to live on something like a farm again one day, just on my own terms.

[ancha-aus]

Ghosts & Medium AU Drabble - Sleepover

I am back with this little AU of mine :3 Becuase I had an idea and I of course have no self control.

What is the focus? Killer and Cross getting to see Dust's and Ash's apartment.

*-----------------*

Dust continues to stare through the front window. He is tired. And Not just physically.

"Come on Dusty! I want to explore my new body and I could use an extra set of hands~"

"It ISN'T your body!! Don't you fucking dare!"

Dust is way beyond his social quota. He has been for the last three weeks. With the last week being especially tiring.

Having Killer tag along as a ghost had been bad.

Killer now having a body?

Dust is used to waking up with a ghost hovering near. Ash does that all the time to wake him up. Seeing Killer instead had been a shock to his system and Dust had tried to hit the ghost. Not very effective because well, ghost. Even if a poltergeist is more physical than most ghosts he was still a ghost.

Well! Having an actual person near and hovering over him?! Yeah. Much more nerve wrecking and is ruining his already fragile and destroyed sleeping cycle.

It doesn't help that Cross is around. Pouting and grumbling all the time. Reminding Killer of what to do with his bdoy and what not to. Pestering Dust to solve it.

Dust doesn't even know what ritual Cross used! Dust had gone to Cross because he hadn't been able to get Killer to leave him. Yet now his problem is doubled.

Ash had offered that maybe they can go home. Get some rest and read some of his books for answers. Dust had figured it was fine. He still had some money from the last job. He would ahve to make every penny count and maybe just eat cheap rice for a while but he can make the money stretch a little longer.

So they got into his van and started going to his apartment.

Dust had considered leaving Killer in Cross's body behind somewhere. He got so close to just doing that. With Killer being stuck in Cross's body it would mean he would be free of him.

But well. Cross and him are still kinda friends. Cross is pretty much Dust's only kinda friend... even if Cross just treats him as any other customer.

Also it feels like a waiting disaster to leave a mobile Killer unsupervised.

So there are going back to his place. Even if Dust much prefers no one knowing where he lives but what can you do.

Ash floats by his shoulder "You sure you don't want to stop for coffee? You have been driving for seven hours now." Ash shoots him a disapproving look.

Dust shrugs "too expensive." he can get soo much rich for the price of one overpriced coffee.

God he misses coffee. Sadly it was one of the first things he stops buying once he gets into the lower amounts of money, same for cigarrettes. Which, with business being slow. He had been low on cash for the last seven months.

There is a reason he tried so hard with Killer's whole haunting thing. It had been the first job after anohter four months of no work or jobs. He needed the cash.

Not that it matters now. He got so many more problems now. At least Cross still has his own savings to keep his body alive while Killer inhibits it.

Dust remembers he should answer Ash "I am almost there." just two more hours. Maybe one and a half if he speeds a bit. That is one of the nice parts about having a ghost with you the whole time. Ash being near causes some electrics to shortcut.

Speedcameras count within those for some reason.

Works great for him.

Killer whines loudly "Dusty! Pay attention to me!"

"Don't distract him from driving Killer! YOu are going to get us killed!"

Killer gasps "OMG!"

Ash looks unimpressed "Did you just seriously say omg out loud? as just letters? as an actual reaction? In an actual conversation? seriously?"

Killer wiggles excited from side to side "We could be ghosts together! Haunt stuff together and-"

Ash rushes Killer and Killer yelps as Ash no doubt uses his own limited ghost ability power stuff to harm him now he is physical "If you ever even entertain the idea of my brother dying ever again I am killing you in this new host body myself. Am. I. understood?"

Cross looks panicked "Wait no! that is my body!"

Ash huffs "I am aware. But I am not risking Dust. Not for anything or anyone."

Killer pouts "Geez calm down. it was just an idea." he mutters unhappily "we wouldn't even be sure if it would work."

Dust just ignores the ghosts arguing. It is still a long drive.

Fuck he would kill for either a coffee or a cigarrette right about now. He would commit a war crime if he could get both.

--

It is late. Very late. But they are finally here!

Dust parks the van in an empty spot and grabs his bag as he walks towards the front door. He opens it with his key and has to hit it a few times before the door into the building opens.

Dust just nods to the door as he looks at Killer "Inside."

Killer has a hand on his, well cross's chest as he looks down at him. Damn Cross for being tall. "Oh? inviting me back home already? After just one date? I am scandalised and very interested." and he walks inside.

Ash makes a gaging sound and Dust rolls his eye lights before following after Killer. Once inside he pulls the door until it gets back stuck again and he locks it again. The doorhandle it broken so you need to force it in and out of place before keeping it shut with the lock itself.

Dust walks past the elevator that Killer is waiting by "don't use the elevator. it gets stuck and has the habit of dropping a few floors." and he walks towards the stairs. Fuck he hates the stairs.

Still he climbs the floors and eventually finally gets to floor eight and walks down the hallway. Door after door after door. There is his spot. 808.

He pulls out his key and tries it. Ugh. It is stuck again. He bonks his skull against the door "Ash?"

Ash floats through the door "on it."

a moment later he feels the key turn and he steps back as Ash forces the door open. He removes the key "Thanks." and he leads the other two inside as Ash closes the door and locks it again.

Dust stands in his room and ignores the very damning silence "Home sweet home." he throws the bag on the couch as he walks over to the window and opens it. Having to put the small wood board between some parts to keep it open.

Killer looks around the place as Cross looks a lot more alarmed "You live here?!"

Dust shrugs as he walks to his couch where he leavs a blanket and pillow "Euh. I live in my van. I only come here once in a while." Thinking that. He will probably need to get food. He never leaves food behind in his place. Makes the rats visit.

Cross looks so worried as he floats nearby "You enver said this was your place!"

Dust shrugs "It is fine."

Sure the enterance and living room and kitchen is one room... with the door hitting the couch... and the kitchen being one small fridge a counter and a electric little stove thing. and the place he eats is just one table with one chair. But it is a place! It has electricity kinda reliable and the water is mostly clean.

Dust blinks and shrugs "Rent is cheap." also the landlord does not pay attention to who pays and who doens't. Which is the only reason Dust still has this place and why he doesn't complain about everything being broken.

Dust looks at Killer and points at the couch "You can sleep here. That was Cross's body gets some rest. I will be in my room." and he turns and goes towards his own bedroom, after picking up his bag of course.

His room may have been an exaggeration. It is just his mattress on the floor with two different blankets and an old pillow. the room just barely fits the mattress and the small set of drawers for his clothes. He searches through it and finds a shirt some sweats and a beanie. This will have to do to sleep in.

He undressed and redresses. He will do all the stuff to clean up and stuff tomorrow. First sleep. It is like 4 am and he had been driving since they left Cross's chapel. at like 6ish... Dust thinks... maybe earlier?

It doesn't matter. Dust lets himself fall on his mattress and rolls up. Muttering a good night to Ash and getting one in return.

--

Someone is muttering stuff near him. Ugh. Can't he just sleep for a bit longer? He is tired.

He grumbles as he tries to curl more into his blanket but he is stuck. weird. did he get tangled with his blanket again? Would explain why it is so warm and... why... something... is moving...

Dust manages to open his sockets and freezes.

Cross, well Killer, is in bed with him. Killer pouts "You woke him-"

Dust just punched him in the face nad Killer rolls off the bed. Releasing him in the process. Dust glares at him "Why the fuck are you in my room." he rubs his sockets. no longer sleepy at all. what the actual fuck?!

Killer rubs his, well Cross's face "I wanted to get up close and comfortable. but then i realised that sleeping with you as very comfy. so i slept in your bed wiht you instead of the couch."

Dust looks around and spots Ash looking pissed. and Cross hiding his face nad looking beyond embarrassed "I am so sorry! I didn't know what to do and i thought he was asleep so i went to explore the building and when i came back he was well here and I couldn't convince him to leave as he was aslready asleep himself and well..."

Dust looks at Ash and Cross "wake me?!"

Ash grumbles unhappily "You need your sleep."

Cross sighs "also nothing we did could wake killer and it isn't like he listens."

...

What even is his life?

Okay. Fine.

Dust gets up and kicks Killer and he yelps. Dust just kicks him again "Out. I need to get dressed."

Killer grins and winks "I can assist-" Dust kicks him again. Killer pouts "okay fine fine fine!" and he leaves.

Dust gets dressed quickly and goes towards the living room. Time to look into some new options to get this situation wiht Killer and Cross sorted out.

First he needs to switch their places to get Cross his body back. And then a ritual to get Killer to leave him alone.

That is easy. That is just two rituals.

Dust grabs the first book and starts looking through the rituals.

There has to be something that can work... He could also try and summon something that can make the changes if he really needs to.

[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ out of the woods - chapter seven (ls2)

Logan tries to give the two of short break in Bali. Which does succeed, but then the Canadian GP tears down anything Dhanishka had left to stand on. Good thing she's got Logan, the Norris' and Charles, right?

warnings/notes: alright buckle in. Like two sex jokes, car accidents, concussions/migraines, lightly mentioned injuries, the FIA doing their job, heavy heavy betrayal, me yet again trying to hint at the biggest Marketing Ploy x Out Of The Woods connection no one has noticed LMAO

Logan's arm is firm around my waist as I stir the food in the pan, watching the sizzle of the chicken against the oil underneath it. I murmur along to the song playing, and Logan sways us to the rhythm. I'm home for a weekend with him while my parents are off in Cambridge with my sister for her college visit. We'd taken the invitation to house sit, deciding to take a full break in the short interim off we have before we both have to leave for Canada.

"We should go somewhere." Logan hums, mouth peppering a kiss to my bare shoulder next to the strap of my tank top. He's been abnormally clingy, and while I would usually mind... it feels nice.

"Where would we even go, Lo?"

He smiles, beginning to pepper soft kisses to my shoulder, trailing them up my neck as he speaks, "Well, Dalton and his wife are in Bali this weekend. He told me he wants to see you again."

"Bali? That's a like.. fifteen hour flight from here." I chuckle, squirming when his kisses get a little ticklish around my neck and the air he huffs out in a alguh rolls across my skin.

"Fifteen hours there, then a twenty three hour flight to Canada." He says, "I looked into it."

I blink, then look down at him, "You already bought the tickets, didn't you?"

Logan smirks and I laugh, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, "I'll tell my parents tonight when they get back. I'm sure they won't mind."

Logan grins and pops a few more kisses to my lips, cheeks, and forehead before I shooing him away so I can keep cooking. The meal I'm making is not something I'd typically be eating, because its for Logan's meal plan, but luckily his team had let me throw in a small bit of Indian influence to the dish via a makeshift biryani dish. Which I know Logan's been missing by the way he melts when he steals a bite.

"You cook like your mom used to when we were kids." Logan groans against my shoulder and I laugh, taking my own spoonful and pouting a bit because its not as flavorful as we used to make it.

"You have to come to Bahrain over your winter break so you can have a proper Aayi Dubey biryani with all the spices and such." I muse, "it's lacking my mothers proper smothering of spices, sadly meal plans do restrict us from going full Indian mother here."

Logan nods, taking a bit more of the rice dish into his mouth and I laugh softly before making us two bowls of it to eat. He starts washing up some of the dishes while I'm setting the table, and I mange to pull him away to eat--promising we'll finish cleaning later.

We don't talk of much, other than him calling Dalton to let him know we'll be in Bali in two days their time. He taps his sock against my leg as I stare out the window at the setting sun. It's comfortable, just existing with him.

"I never thought we'd get here." Logan admits and I turn, looking at him curiously which makes him continue, "I thought you'd hate me through this whole thing after that night and we'd never speak again."

"I did too, to be honest." I laugh softly, finishing off the last of my rice and setting the bowl aside to take Logan's hands to stop him from picking at his fingers, "I called Lando about it, since he was the only person I knew in London at the time since Oscar was... I don't even remember, and Charles was in Monaco. I went to his and Olivia's apartment, the one they have over here because of McLaren? They told me I should just go through with the plan and do the whole fake dating thing because we kinda had too, but also to see if it maybe wasn't as one sided as I thought."

Logan just starts to giggle, small laughs that slowly grow louder before he brings my hand to his lips again, kissing my palm and then each finger.

"What's got you like this?" I laugh in response, and he grins at me sloppily with the most lovestruck look as his lips hover over my left hand. His bottom lip just brushing along my ring finger as he smiles and shrugs.

"Funnily enough, Dalton told me the same thing.” He firmly kisses my ring finger now, and just resorts to playing with my hands as a fidget instead, “You really fell for me huh?"

And now it's my turn to laugh, standing up to lean over the table to properly kiss my boyfriend. He grins, meeting me halfway with a gentle caress of my jaw and when we pull back, I rest my forehead to his.

"I was always in love with you, dumbass."

Hours later we're at that same table, Logan making sure the little decorative centerpiece my mother has is perfectly clean while I dot my lipstick back to perfection.

I figured cleaning the entire house and then making ourselves well pull together would keep my father from realizing we'd done nothing but laze around for the last few days.

Hey, we were on break, okay?

“Aw fuck.” I complain as I twist out my lipstick a bit more. Logan hums, looking over at me as I groan impatiently as I pull the whole tube up.

At the second groan he asks, “What’s a matter?”

“I’m almost out of lipstick.” I whine in complaint and he huffs out a laugh, stepping around the table to press a few soft kisses to my cheek.

"We can buy more tomorrow, yeah? Isn't there a Dior in City Centre?" He hums, pressing a kiss to my lips that has me rubbing the lipstick off his lips with a laugh as his arms wrap firmly around my waist.

"Yes, but it's fine, I can get it later and--"

Logan cuts me off with a firmer kiss this time, letting me wipe the lipstick off his lips again as he says, "Let me buy you a refill. For old times sake."

"Fine." I smile as the door opens and Logan retracts to just make it look like he was taking the lipstick from me to put it in my purse. I smile as Anya bounces to my side and starts babbling about the campus and such. I glance over my shoulder to see Logan with mt parents and the smile and wink my mom sends me says one thing,

This is all gonna work out.

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I'm standing in the bathroom of the hotel this time when Logan wraps his arms around my waist. I can hear Dalton and Ashlynn laughing in the connected living room, it feels weirdly homely as he presses a soft kiss to my jaw as one of his hands rubs small soothing circles against my hip bone.

"James call you?" I asked, I had been the one to hand him his phone, so I had seen the caller ID.

"He asked about you, actually." Logan rests his head on my shoulder once I've finished fixing up my hair and I hum as I lean back into his touch. His arms are firm, and the way his gaze wanders across my face tells me he's thinking as he takes one of my hands. My left ring finger is pecked by his lips before he settles them back at my waist again.

"Me?" I hum, watching the way he nods and still thinks. I assume it's the wording as his hands fiddle with something. I'm too focused on doing my eyeliner to look.

"You didn't answer your phone and he wanted to say he’s got the final draft of your contract ready to be signed.”

I laugh softly, looking at him in the mirror, “Wow, already?”

"Mhm." Logan kisses my cheek once I'm done with my eyeliner and steps aside to just watch me finish up my makeup. Once I've sprayed myself down with setting spray, I go to grab my lipstick and open it, pausing when I notice it's refilled.

Logan wears a triumphant smile.

"You." I poke his chest and giggle, capping the lipstick before turning around to kiss him. He laughs into the kiss, catching himself on the doorway as his hands slide around my lower back. One kiss turns to two, and ever since we'd fallen back in love it'd been impossible to keep off of eachother. Like we were making up for lost time.

A few seconds after a soft groan leaves the back of Logan's throat, followed by my giggle, Dalton shouts,

"I'm walking in, you both better be dressed!"

Logan and I laugh and I part from him, lifting my hands to fix up the bits of his hair that I'd jostled. Dalton smiles as he steps in and looks us over.

"What did you think we were doing?" Logan says to Dalton who shrugs, punching his brothers arm.

"Something not PG." Dalton shrugs and I blush, now taking my turn to whack his chest.

"Not with your immature ass around," I hum, turning back to finish up my make-up while Dalton and Logan talk about getting to our dinner reservation.

It's weird how naturally I slot into this little family, like I've always belonged.

Canada starts great. Luckily for Logan, and his success in straights, theres quite a few here. Unluckily for me, it means my overtaking this weekend is gonna be shit.

But, I know I'll fight.

I qualify Q3, beating Logan out by less than .5 or even smaller. I can't even really remember as the whole weekends a blur. Ferrari is practically running me ragged, insane amounts of training, simulator work, media... I'm exhausted each night when I fall into Logan's hotel room bed. His arms barely wrapping around me before I'm asleep against his chest.

He promises it's okay, but I feel like shit each morning for not spending time with him. But he just presses a kiss to my jaw and squeezes my hip as I get out of bed way too early to shower.

And after three nights of that, it's time for the race. By Sunday I feel like a husk, trudging myself to the garage with a water bottle full of Red Bull I'd stolen from Max. I go through the motions, take my migraine medication just as a precaution as I feel a headache forming.

And the first half of the race is fine, until I overtake Oscar to fight Carlos for P3. And I manage to get him on the hairpin turn, but something is weird about how easily he lets me by. The back wheel of my car clips something and I start to spin. I right myself, but narrowly dodge Carlos, who whips around me.

It's fine. I'm fine.

Something bumps me again and I check my mirrors, one of the RB cars coming very close to my side. I curse, steering in a bit more and understeering to get out of who I assume is Yuki's way before I'm blocking him from overtaking.

When did he get around Oscar?

"Wing damage, wing damage, I need to box." I curse into my headset, feeling the steering starting to go. It's always my steering first, I expect the rear wing to follow shortly.

"Copy."

I turn in a bit harder now, trying to get to the pit lane. It's becoming harder to steer and I feel panic rising in my stomach but I clamp it down. All I can do in this moment is trust myself, and trust my training.

I don't make it to the pitlane.

We go back through the hairpin and Carlos juts out, making me swerve to dodge. With my shit steering, it sends me into a spin. I shriek, grabbing my harness as the car--and the world around me, shuffles and spins. When the car stills I huff out slow breaths, willing myself to open my eyes.

I'm in the wall.

I can't move.

I force breaths in, force my hands to unstick from my harness. My hands come to the steering wheel and I shake, trying to disconnect it. Everything feels disconnected. I can't hear. The world is blurry. I feel sick. Sicker than sick. I manage to get the steering wheel out, tossing it up to the top of the car.

I realize no ones called for me over the radio, through the incessant ringing in my ears.

I click off the restraints slowly, trying not to jostle my aching ribs, and I get out of my car with shaking arms. And then promptly fall back in.

"Fuck!" I shriek, groaning and arching my back out of pure pain. Two hands come to my shoulders and I lift my head to see Lando. I know he's talking, but my head is swimming too much to focus on his words.

"C'mon, Danny." Lando's voice finally cuts through when he lifts my visor, "C'mon, we're gonna get you out, okay?"

"Your race..!" I gasp and he shakes his head.

"I can always get more points later, but I can't do anything if you're seriously injured and I don't help you now." He says and I nod. His hands grab under my shoulders and he helps hoist me up to sit on the halo. I try to focus, but find myself in a haze.

Somehow, I end up on a stretcher. My helmet is off and I blink slowly as Lando holds my hands.

"Dhanishka." He says softly. When did he take his helmet off?

"Lando." I hum back as the stretcher starts to roll. He follows, his hands tight in mine as he follows inside the ambulance. They've got me covered in blankets, and something clicks.

"Lando. Lando." I start saying, slapping his hands when he's not looking at me. He stops, taking my hands in his, but I just see that he's looking at me so I gasp out, "tell Logan to race. He's gonna wanna not because I got hit, tell him he has to. Tell him I said so."

When Lando nods, coaxing me to lay down again as they strap me in, I feel a bit more at ease... but the world is still soft and fuzzy and I still feel sick.

Concussed, strained muscles around my ribs, and something fucked up with my shoulder.

I'm out fully for a week, I'll skip Barcelona and be back for Austria.

Lando and Olivia are by my side when I'm told. Olivia taking it upon herself to use my phone to call my parents to let them know what was going on, and when she disappears into the hall, Lando keeps a soothing hand intertwined with mine. It's my first injury, ever. Not just a sore spot that'll go away.

And of course, the hazy symptom I'd been feeling all weekend had to be a major migraine on its way. So I'm grumpy, in serious pain, and quickly losing my stomach in a hospital bathroom while a nurse gently ties my hair back and rubs my shoulders while Lando goes out in the hall to grab Olivia.

I'm so weak I can hardly move, and the nurse is so kind, so gentle. It makes me want to cry as she guides me through the hardest parts of my migraine and gets some painkillers for my IV when it's clear I'm only set to get worse.

It takes off the edge as I'm coaxed to lay down in bed once more, a bucket off to the side if needed.

I learn from the TV playing in the room that Logan went on to place P5 behind Oscar, Carlos, Charles, and Max, in that upwards succession. Which makes me feel better a bit as Lando and Olivia help me get situated. It's only been maybe twenty minutes since the race ended, but I can hear more commotion outside than before.

A nurse calls out my room number and it takes maybe two seconds before Logan comes through the door, still in his racing gear, holding his helmet, panting like he’d ran straight here.

He had, hadn't he?

“Isa.” he sighs and I smile, extending a heavy arm to him. He shuts the door, blocking the hall light and makes his way inside the little makeshift room. He slots perfectly against my side and gently kisses my head, sighing once he’s got me safe in his hands. I wrap my un-IV'd arm around Logan shoulder, kissing what part of his head I can reach without moving. He settles me back against the blankets as Lando gives him his chair, going to get another from the hall.

Olivia sighs softly and moves a bit closer to check my IV, “She’s pretty badly concussed. Strained some muscles around her ribs and her shoulder. She's out for Barcelona, they're gonna try to get her back in for Austria."

"Ah, shit." Logan hums and I lean into his touch so he shifts so one of his hands holds mine, the other running through the wispy bangs by my face that have fallen out of my ponytail.

"Lo..." I murmur softly and he hums, looking down at my small pout. A tiny smile crosses his lips as he leans down to peck mine, then rests his forehead to mine as I whine, "my head hurts."

"I know, baby." He's basically crooning, kissing the tip of my nose and squeezing my hand, "you're gonna be alright."

Olivia gives a tiny sigh, patting Lando's arm and making a vague motion for him to follow her out of the room. They leave me and Logan in silence, the only sound the soft noise of his thumb running along my knuckles, the heart monitors methodical beeps, and the occasional kiss.

Logan, Lando, and Olivia take me back to Ferrari. The two Norris' waiting outside while I slip in with Logan. I'm only half sneaking him in and out, because if Ferrari even tried to raise hell with me when I was as in pain and as pissed off as I was right now, someone would be getting hit.

I nod to Charles when I enter and he gives me a half nod, trying to conceal the way I sneak Logan in by engrossing the engineer with a few more questions about... my car?

Why mine? Why not his?

I let the question slip from my mind, I figure I can ask him later, and go to my room. Logan helps me collect my stuff, having already brought me a change of clothes to the hospital given to him by Charles. Logan uses my phone to send a text to my manager Lucie to show her the damage to the suit, helmet, and shoes so she can get me set for new ones and then we make sure I have all my belongings and bounce.

I'm halfway through shutting the door when I hear Charles shout, "You did what?!"

"She's an idiot if she hasn't realized by now." I hear a mechanic say and I clamp a hand over Logan's mouth, he's about to complain (which, I'm sneaking him out of my drivers room, he has no right to) when a cruel laugh echoes followed by Charles' shocked gasp.

A short conversation in French, slowly getting louder and louder, is cut off by a loud slap and a scuffle. Eyes widening as I hear the two beginning to shout even louder and I grab Logan by the sleeve and shove him in my drivers room. His big eyes watch me as I pause, one hand on the door before I curse and look back at him with a sort of flame in my eyes.

"Stay!" I hiss, before slamming the door shut and following the hall to the garage. He feet carry me, sliding on the balls of my feet into the room as Charles shoved a mechanic against a wall.

"Charlie!" I shriek despite my head pounding, moving forward, knocking him to the ground with my shoulder. As he fall he pants up at me and I turn to the mechanic, then down to Charles, then step back.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Charles wipes blood from his own nose and slowly rises to his feet. There's a challenge in his eyes, and a challenge in the mechanics--and I come to realize that Aakash stands off to the side with his fists tight.

"What is this?!" I shout again and look down the hall where Astrid is dragging Logan out of my room and I blink, straightening up. She basically tosses Logan at me, and my arms shoot out to grab him as he sticks to my side.

"Ferrari's been purposefully fucking up your car this entire season! Aakash and his--" Charles starts to say before Aakash moves. It's Logan who manages to intercept, shoving me behind him as he shoves Aakash to the floor. My eyes widen to literal dinner plates, backing up until my back hits something and I look up to see Olivia.

Lando seems to have given up on holding her back as she holds her phone up.

"Charles, talk." She snips and the Monégasques listens, quickly spilling everything from his lips as Logan keeps Aakash and the other mechanic at bay, Astrid glaring daggers.

"Aakash has been having the engineers purposefully loosen the steering and rear wings, causing any and all jostling to randomly disengage them. They have it all written out on Aakash's computers, even if he tries to delete the files Ferrari keeps all changes up to a month." Charles shouts, moving closer to where Olivia keeps a hold on my shoulders. Logan backs off as well when Lando calls him over, but the guys stand in front of me and Olivia, like a wall.

"Astrid's plan was to have Dhaniska continuously wreck out so that there would be positive PR of Logan coming to her aid, but bad PR for Dhanishka because she keeps wrecking." Charles says and I see Olivia's jaw tick, her eyes glancing back to Lando's who's are equally as shifty.

Somethings not right.

Olivia and Lando echo each other as they say, "Who?"

"My manager," Logan peeks over his shoulder, "Astrid Marina."

"Oh you've gotta be--" Lando starts but Olivia's shoving her phone in my hands. And I'm reminded of the time Lando had called her the 'most aggressive Piastri' at a bar during Monaco's weekend as he darts forward but not before Olivia delivers a strong backhand to Astrid.

"You fucking bitch! They're not your little PR playthings!" Olivia screams and Lando grabs her arm, pulling her back as she keeps shouting, "I should've made sure no fucking team ever hired you again but I didn't think anyone was that level of stupid!"

Logan and I share a confused look. How the fuck does Olivia know Astrid and what the hell did Astrid do to her?

“She’s Astrid?!” Charles shouts, “what the fuck?”

“Why do you all know her!” Logan shouts and the room goes quiet. Olivia's mouth gapes, but it's interrupted by a few stewards entering the garage to see what's happening. My headache flares and I grip Logan's arm when everyone starts shouting over each other and he escorts me outside where it's a bit colder and a lot quieter.

"I-I don't understand." I eventually choke out, and Logan wraps me tight in his arms. Soft kisses are pressed to my head as he coaxes me to sit with him on the ground outside Ferrari.

And when a steward approaches us, and he sits with us, I wish I could be surprised by the fact we're being interrogated.

But yet, I'm not surprised.

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♡⸝⸝ maybe you should have given Jun a little more time to prepare himself to meet your parents.

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"So you're one hundred per cent sure that what I got is enough? I feel like it's not. Oh yn, you could've let me get the tea set too!"

Jun whines from the passenger seat for the hundredth time. His mouth has been working overtime since the two had gotten in the car - questions, complaints and fusses leaving his mouth nonstop through the entire ride.

Approximately two weeks ago, on a random Tuesday night, you had casually thrown a question at Jun over dinner. "Mom called today. She wanted to have dinner since I hadn't visited them in a while. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? They can finally meet you, Jun"

The simple question that came out of your somehow resulted in Jun choking on his next bite of rice.

If you'd thought Jun was overdramatic before (affectionately), you had definitely underestimated to what extent he would go after you had invited him to meet your parents.

The last two weeks had been hectic for Jun. As soon as he processed the invitation, he immediately made it his mission to get something - a first impression gift, he said - for your parents. When you firmly told him that he doesn't need to get anything, he looked at you like you just told him the Great Wall isn't in China. "Do you want your parents to hate me, yn? He had scoffed. "You weren't expecting me to just show up without anything, right? That's literally the easiest way to look bad in front of any parent"

Since then, Jun had been lurking on every single online website - hunting for household items with a concerningly deep determined look in his eyes. On Friday, he dragged you to a home appliance store nearby, immediately demanding your honest and brutal opinions on the porcelain tea sets on display. And that's when you admitted that maybe Junhui was a little more insane than you thought he was.

Surprisingly, you managed to convince Junhui to only stick to a couple of scented candles, incense sticks and coasters in the end. But it still didn't stop him from whining about how he still could've made a better impression with one of the tea sets he had been eyeing.

"Jun, sweetheart" You sigh, eyes set on the road ahead of you "There was no way I was gonna let you buy a whole ass tea set. Mom has plenty of sets at home, she doesn't need another one"

"Yn, I love you, but, the tea set isn't meant to be given as a function. I don't expect her to put it to use. It's more of a symbol of appreciation"

Damn your boyfriend and his ability to speak complete nonsense and somehow make it sound reasonable. "A symbol of appreciation? For what?"

"For letting me have their daughter, yn, obviously!" From the corner of your eye, you can see the way his arms are flailing around as he tries to argue with you. It's amusing, really - the way this got him all worked up and sweating like he's at dance practice.

"Respectfully, Jun, they didn't let you have me, you know?" You smirked, a teasing lilt to your voice. "They just didn't know and when they finally did, it was already too late. You were way too deep in love with me"

"You're right" Jun surprisingly agrees with you, making you look towards him with slightly raised eyebrows. Usually, he would have picked a fight. Arguing about how you're the one who fell first and the biggest simp in your relationship. So when he actually agrees with you without snapping back with a witty remark, you realize that his mind is preoccupied with the nervousness of the dinner with your parents more than you had realized.

"Jun?" You call softly to get his attention and wait till he replies with a hum. "Are you okay, love?"

Jun is silent in his seat. You take a quick glance at him to see him looking out the window, lips pulled under his teeth while he seems to be deep in thought. His hands are resting on his lap, fingers wringing each other in an attempt you recognize as him trying to calm himself down. Your eyebrows furrow in concern at the sight of Jun twitching in his seat, clearly anxious about this whole ordeal.

Looking in the rear mirror to see if you can slow down, you reach out to him with one of your hands - the other holding the steering wheel tighter. Jun almost jumps when he feels your cold hand settle on his before he laces his fingers with yours, his hold tight.

"Sorry," His voice is quiet, almost apologetic. "I'm just- I'm fidgety, cause, I'm nervous"

"Don't be sorry, baby, no" You assure him with a squeeze of his clammy hands. "It's okay if you're nervous, it's completely fine. Remember when you took me to meet your mom and dad? I was almost crying by the time we got there"

"Yeah, I remember" He sighs. "But I just- just can't help it, you know? What if they don't like me, yn? What if they think I'm not good enough- all sorts of what ifs"

You understood what he said, you really did.

When Junhui asked if you wanted to meet his family two months into your relationship, you had been anxious to the same extent - if not more. What was different was Jun had asked you almost a month in advance, giving you enough time to freak the fuck out about it, let it process, come to terms with it and finally get ready. When you think about it now, it makes you feel bad realizing you had only given Jun approximately two weeks to prepare himself for this.

"Junnie, I'm sorry if this is so sudden," You say, making him turn to you on a whim. "Fuck, I should've given you more time to get ready. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to get anxious, Jun"

"No, no, yn. It's not your fault, baby" Jun is quick to reach over the console, a clammy hand coming up to press under her chin in an attempt of reassurance. "It was sudden, true but this was going to happen sooner or later, no? Meeting your parents? I'm just the normal amount of nervous, okay? Don't worry baby, you didn't do anything"

As if to emphasize his words, Jun brings your laced hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm and another one to your wrist. You relax a little into your seat, his words starting to make sense in your mind.

Soon, you're putting out the right turn signal before making a turn off the main road. You can feel Jun's hand tense around yours a bit more and you give him another squeeze of assurance. He watches out his window as you drive along the road that leads to your house. All the houses in the neighbourhood are gates, screaming sophistication at any guest that passes by. You know that compared to other neighbourhoods, yours is considered to be a bit more upper-class and rich. And Junhui is definitely enamoured by it.

"Yn, you actually grew up in a fancy neighbourhood" His mouth is almost hung open. "All of the houses have gates!"

You laugh at the excitement that takes over his features, the anxiety seemingly slipping away from him in the process. You can't help but take occasional glances at him as you continue to drive up ahead. It's only when you turn towards a clearing that with an already opened gate, he suddenly tenses again.

"Oh god," You can hear him mumble under his breath, both of his hands now coming to hold on to yours that rest on his lap. The gate opens to a paved driveway, large trees carefully sitting on both sides. You slowly pull inside and at the end of the long driveway, the house you once called home stands proudly.

The closer you get to the house, the fidgety Junhui gets. His knee is bouncing up and down in clear distress so you hold on to him a little tighter, reminding him that you're right there. He waits as you drive to the side of the house, stopping the car next to the garage which holds your dad's cars. You can almost feel the anxiety that bounces off of Junhui, circulating the car like a scent and it makes you sad, knowing he's this nervous about meeting your parents.

As soon as your hand leaves the steering wheel and pulls on the parking gear, Junhui is almost scrambling to your side of the car over the console and immediately hiding his face in your shoulder.

"I'm so scared" He's mumbling into your your skin once his face is pushed against your neck, shaky breath fanning over you warmly.

You bring up your other arm which isn't clutching Jun's to put around him before pulling his body towards you. It's a weird angle considering how he's almost leaning his entire upper body over the console of the car but neither of you could care less about the way the gear is pressing into his tummy in a way that is not comfortable. What matters right now is the fact that you're there to hold him while he freaks out about what will happen once he gets out of the car.

He sighs again, relaxing a little in your hold as you press your lips to his temple. "What if...what if they don't like me, yn? What do I-"

His words are unceremoniously cut off when you pull away by a little, only to press your lips against his in a quick manner. He shuts up then, closing his eyes and deepening the kiss, trying to drink in your entire being if you're offering. It's evident in the way he unconsciously tries to chase your lips with his when you go to pull away.

"Baby, no" You assure him in a hushed whisper, forehead resting against his temple. "They're not gonna hate you, I promise. They won't, darling"

The look on Jun's face remains the same, unconvinced and doubtful even though you put up the most certain voice you're able to. There's a slight crease in his eyebrows and the way his eyes fail to focus on yours says enough though - he's terrified.

"Baby" You croons, freeing your other hand from his before bringing them both up to his face.

Jun's cheeks are cold under your fingers, probably a result of the blasting AC in the car. Your hands must be cold as well if the way he flinches when they rest on his skin says something. Yet, his eyes slightly droop on the contact, almost leaning into the touch with a small smile that paints across his lips. It makes you smile too, the way he's so willing to lean into the warmth ( or the icy cold feel ) of your hands.

"They'll be nice, baby, I promise. Don't you think they'll at least try to be nice to the first boy I've ever brought home, hm? It's a new milestone"

His cheeks are immediately flushing at your words - the knowledge of him being the first to meet the parents settling something warm and fuzzy in his stomach. You smile to yourself as you see the mischievous little smile that stretches across his face.

"How do I trust you, huh?" He says with a slyness to her voice, looking up at you from the gaps in his lashes.

"Trust me about what?" You play along while your fingers brush away locks of brown stray hairs that fall across his forehead.

"When you say I'm the first boy to meet your family?" His usual playful smile is now etched into his face, making him look young and boyish. Now that he doesn't seem to be as worried as he was before, you realize he's up to no good. Jun is skilled in knowing just how to pull the strings and make you the right amount of annoyance at any given time. "Does that mean you've brought girls home, hm? What if you're just saying it to make me feel better?"

"Oh, jun, baby. If I had brought girls home, I would've gotten kicked out a long time ago, don't you think?" You chuckle despite the heaviness of the words that come out of your mouth. Jun smiles too, seeming to agree with you. "And trust me, you'd know why I haven't brought anyone home all this time once you meet them, okay?"

And just like that, Jun's face is crumping again in your hold before he's whining in a high voice while leaning away from you. "Yn, why would you say that? That sounds even scary"

You chuckle while Jun fake cries in his seat, suddenly ranting about how he would not hesitate to break down in actual tears if your family intimidates him enough. While he goes on and on about the miserable state he's in, you reach behind you and grab the bag of 'first impression gifts' Jun had brought.

When you got in the car earlier, you had jokingly pointed out how he's only doing this to suck up to your parents and kiss their ass. And Jun being dramatic as he is had dismissed you with a sassy flick of his wrist saying 'Yn, it's not kissing ass to bring something as a visitor. It's basic human decency. It's an unwritten rule of Asian households. You should know that!'

As soon as you grab the bag from the backseat, Jun is shuffling to take it from you, sticking his hand inside and mentally checking out a list of the things he's gotten to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything.

As you wait for Jun to finish, you turn off the car, pocketing your keys and wallet. Jun has finished his counting when you turn back towards him. He's leaning against the door on his side, bag resting on his lap and hands once again nervously twitching on top of it.

The look in his eyes is fond as he looks your way, but it doesn't take a genius to understand that it's only masking a lot of nervousness and unease behind them. His lower lip is caught between his teeth as he rapidly chews on it, purely out of habit. So you reach before carefully thumbing under his lips, trying to get him to stop.

"Take your time, Jun. There's no rush. We have all the time. Let me know when you're ready"

Junhui had always been naturally fidgety when it came to approaching new people and being introduced to new conditions. And even more so if it's related to your past that he hadn't been present in. Jun tends to care a lot about first impressions - always fussing over his appearance, his behaviour and his attention to detail. As much of an extrovert as he is, it's always quite hard for him to take the first step towards instant socializing.

In disparity, you're the one who's capable of grounding him whenever it happens. Even though he's freaking out of his mind, as long as he's able to feel the familiar sense of your fingers lacing his, nudging the right amount of pressure against his skin, he's good to go. So even now, as he's trying to regulate his breathing and try not to scream in dread, the feeling of your lips pressing into his cheek in the form of security, assurance and a promise - it's enough to hold him from falling apart.

thank you.

[whatdoidosatoru]

First Date (Keisuke Baji x OC) chapter 1

PART 1 of The Only Exception

experimental emo!baji fic (Baji x OC that's just reader but with a name because i'd rather shoot myself than write y/n)

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

Both, Baji and OC are into alternative music and I've tried to not describe OC physically so she can be anyone :)

pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader

word count: 7.2k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I don't know how to tag but here goes nothing: oral sex (both receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, face-fucking, penetrative sex, bathroom sex, slight asshole!baji, fem!reader

The met at a night club and turn it into a whole thing, songs to go with the story:

𝆕 Playlist

18 - Anarbor

First Date - blink-182

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

The River - Good Charlotte

Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

Cherrypie - Warrant

Rebel Love song - Black Veil Brides

The day of the event finally came. I’d been looking forward to Emo Nite for almost a month now, ever since my best friend called me screaming that the new date had been announced. You’d think being in university with the event manager would help stifle the excitement over it since we could get any information about it whenever we wanted, but it’d been months since the two of us had gone out anywhere. It was the only thing on my mind as I dragged myself through my lectures, 3 pm could not have come any sooner. Finally, as the last lecture of the day came to an end, I started packing up my notes, trying to figure out what I was going to wear. 

My apartment was a short walk away from the university, the club, and our favourite gym, therefore this entire day was made that much easier as I didn’t have to depend on public transportation to get anywhere. 

Just as I opened the front door to my place that I shared with my best friend and roommate, I was attacked by my favourite playlist blasting from her room, the playlist I had made for her to get in the zone for these kinds of parties, all consisting of the music I had got moaned at for listening to in my teens. It very obviously was not a phase, mom. 

“You should put on 3OH!3” I let myself into her room.

“I don’t know what that means!!” She was frantically going through her wardrobe looking for something to wear.

“Give me the phone, trust me,” I said with a wink.

I clicked on the song and noticed some of my own clothes strewn over her bed, evidence that both of us currently had the same issue to decide on. I loved showing her the music I u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ listen to as she never got to experience peak emo and scene culture in the town where she grew up. 

“What the fuck kind of line is ‘I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him’”

“Mai, don’t question peak songwriting. It’s iconic.” 

She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was enjoying it. 

It was my turn to cook so I got to work preparing food for both of us before a well-deserved rest. Since I’d never been good at estimating the amount of rice needed for two people, there was now a full pot of leftovers that I promptly put away while cleaning up. 

The music blasting from Mai’s room was making me dance around the kitchen and postponing the tiredness I’d felt ever since opening my eyes in the morning. To take advantage of that burst of energy, I cleaned up all surfaces in the kitchen and dining room, giving Mai a break from her turn for cleaning that day, and moved on to the bathroom, where I made sure everything looked decent enough not to put me into a slump when we wake up the next day. Satisfied with the work, it was time to take a short nap before going to the gym. 

“Maybe this was a mistake, maybe we were too ambitious to plan to go out after the gym.” My friend complained on the way home.

“Well, maybe you should’ve done a low-intensity set like me like I told you! Because I’m feeling great!”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

“You’re 22! I dread to think how you’ll feel when you’re 80.”

She just stuck her tongue out at me in response. 

Both of us felt rejuvenated after a shower and it was high time to start getting dressed and doing our makeup. The playlist was back on and so was the random singing and shouting. I decided on a black blink-182 top, black jeans that are so ripped that I put fishnets on underneath, and an oversized denim jacket over the top.

The guitar pick necklace matched the t-shirt and all that was left was to put a fuck ton of eyeliner on. I went into Mai’s room to check on her and, damn, she looked incredible. She’d fit right in with her shorts, completely ripped black tights, Linkin Park t-shirt, and a plaid shirt wrapped tightly around her waist. I wolf-whistled.

“Not sure I can let you out like that, Mai.”

“Is something wrong with it? Is it too much? Oh no it’s too much isn’t it…”

“Hell no I’m just thinking of the best way to swat people away when they start swarming you.”

She smirked at the comment “You look just like you did in your old photos…just with better hair.”

“Please don’t remind me, I can still smell the hair spray.”

We sat on the floor and started doing our makeup, occasionally changing songs on her speakers and cracking stupid jokes. When we were done it was around 10 pm and Mai insisted on taking photos before leaving. My eyeliner sort of matched her plaid shirt, big black wings with red lines underneath, on my inner corners, and slicing through my eyebrows. On the lips, I opted for black-red ombre lipstick hoping it doesn’t transfer onto my cup of whatever I chose to drink. 

The walk to the club was pleasant as it wasn’t too cold or too hot. With those last breaths of fresh air of the night, we walked in and found our names on the list to be let inside. The space wasn’t very big, but it had only a few open windows so I felt sweat dripping down my back almost as soon as we got to the dance floor. Waving at the DJ and the event manager, we made our way to the bar. Mai started flirting with the bartender and I really had to respect the swiftness with which she got her first free drink of the night.

I grabbed my extortionately priced can of Red Bull and a straw and headed to the floor. There was quite a big crowd of people on one end of the room so we danced our way to the other side. The big reason why I loved going out with Mai is that she left all her shyness at home and sang from the top of her lungs even if her words were wrong. I, on the other hand, had to be broken out of my shell every time. 

After a while, having gotten comfortable with a big crowd of people all around us, I started noticing familiar faces walking in. Some of Mai’s friends from one of her lectures were there and we very quickly joined them in carving out some space for our group on the dancefloor. I could feel the makeup melting and everyone was getting water to freshen up so I decided to venture out to find the nearest toilet. Mai followed me out and kept singing as we walked past a group of guys, one of whom nearly knocked me into the wall.

“Watch it, assholes!” She shouted after them as I was regaining balance.

There was broken glass stuck in the soles of my vans and I could feel it scrape the floor as I walked on. 

“I swear some people don’t understand the concept of personal space, are you okay?” her worrying was adorable.

“Yeah, I just have to pick out the glass from my soles now. He didn’t even apologise, did he?”

“Nah, that’s okay I’ll find him back inside and feed him my fist though, don’t you worry.” I laughed as she pretended to punch the hand dryer. We tried to dab some sweat off of our faces with toilet paper but soon gave up as it would probably build up as soon as we stepped back into the room. Heading back, my favourite song came on and I had to sprint to get back to our group and share my excitement with others. 

“I really fucking love this song!” I shouted into someone’s ear, only to realise it was not one of my people, but the very asshole that pushed me in the hallway minutes before, along with his friends. He looked me up and down and, smirking like I was a child expressing their enjoyment of an animated film, chuckled “Good for you”.

I turned to find Mai, but she had already seen the interaction and followed what happened with raised eyebrows. 

“Was that…”

“Someone that still needs to get punched for being a dick? Yeah that’s the guy.”

“Mai, he’s hot. Why didn’t you tell me he was this hot! I would’ve pushed myself to save him the trouble of doing it himself if he needed me to!”

“I can’t hear half the words you just said and I don’t think I want to. You’re too sexually frustrated for your own good.”

Still I couldn’t stop picturing his face as he looked me up and down. Did he like what he saw? Did he find me cringe? Did he realise I was the person he pushed? I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of adorable fangs in his mouth, was he one of those weirdos that wore fake fangs to emo events?

Mai dragged me to the bar to get another drink, but I kept scanning the room to find the asshole vampire guy. With a new can in hand, I went towards the DJ to talk to the event manager. She was a really cool girl I had met waiting for our professor to start the lecture because both of us wore the same band t-shirt. Ever since she started organising these parties, Mai and I have been on the list and stayed until the very end of the party. 

“What’s wrong? You never not sing along to Ocean Avenue,” Hana waved in front of my face. Mai chuckled and told her I was just too horny to function. 

“Who’s the target tonight?” Hana asked with a massive grin.

“That long-haired asshole next to the bar,” Mai pointed towards him and his group of friends, all of them with drinks in their hands and not really dancing or looking like they were there for the music.

They kept talking while I made my way back out of the room to get some air and space to think. When someone stood next to where I was crouching, I assumed it was Mai trying to get me back inside.

“Sorry about pushing you earlier,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Mai’s said.

I looked up and was greeted by a pair of bronze eyes and a serious face framed by long black hair. Leaning on the wall with hands in his pockets, it was Asshole Vampire from before. The one I couldn’t stop looking for in the crowd, now he stood next to me where I could hear him better. I quickly stood up and swayed a little from getting up too fast. 

“I didn’t think you even noticed someone falling and stepping on glass because of you.” My voice was vibrating from screaming along with the music earlier.

“I know it’s not really an excuse, but I tried to get back as soon as possible to hear the song that was playing. I love Black Veil Brides.” He chuckled and looked down.

I looked him over, he was wearing a white button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, black jeans, and black Converse. His hair was long and shiny, falling forward nonchalantly. 

“I will say that just might be a good enough reason, I’ll try to call off the hit I put on you.” I tried sounding casual despite the fact that he was standing so close to me I could feel the warmth of his body.

“That would be great, thanks. You have a good music taste, apparently. Good Charlotte is one of my favourite bands.”

I looked at him and blushed, that meant he definitely knew it was me shouting in his ear earlier.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone I knew.”

He looked amused, “I’m Keisuke. Now I’m also someone you know.”

I shook his hand, trying to secretly admire his beautiful long fingers. “Yuna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“I’ve never managed to get my friends to come with me before, and I’m not the type to go out to clubs by myself.”

“Well, I hope you get them to come next time as well, I’ve been to every Emo Nite and they’re always amazing. I’m friends with the event manager as well.” Wow shut up, I thought to myself, who gives a shit. 

“They’re not really into the same music, that’s why we’re just standing there like statues. Just observing. Like a bunch of creeps.”

That made me shiver a bit. Was I actually holding a conversation with this guy? If only Mai could see me now…she’d probably run over to punch Keisuke in the face. 

“I get it, luckily, my friend is discovering this music now and likes it, I’ve been into it since I was probably 10.”

“Ahhh, the right age to sing about all the greatest pains in life, back before you even knew what the real world was.” He stared ahead like he knew that pain now.

“Yeah, but it’s been 12 years since then, and it’s still my day-to-day music.”

“You’re 22 then?” He looked back at me, “Are you from around here? We could’ve been in the same year..”

“I moved here for university.” Okay great, he was my age and he had the same music taste. I couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would taste like…

“You know I can see you staring at my lips, right?” He grinned, obviously very pleased with himself having caught me staring.

“Hm? Oh…yeah. You’re insanely gorgeous, sorry,” I cringed at myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? May as well go get Mai and head home, there is no way I could enjoy my night after this. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “Likewise, I didn’t get a very good look at you inside, but now that I can see you properly, I’m really glad I came out to check on you.”

Wait, what? “Check on me?”

“It seemed like you were unwell, and when you headed out I wanted to make sure you didn’t collapse or something,” he shrugged. My heart started pounding, he was looking at me inside? He worried about me? He wanted to help me? Woah. 

“That’s very kind, coming from the guy who almost flattened me with the wall.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”

“Maybe,” I smiled at him, “unless you make it up to me.”

He turned to face me completely.

“Well, how about we head back inside to enjoy some music together, and you think of a way for me to me it up to you?”

I took in his gorgeous jawline and the canines peeking through his lips.

“Lead the way, Keisuke.”

We went back inside, I immediately started scanning the crowd for Mai or Hana. They waved me over to them and I grabbed Keisuke’s hand to lead him to them. Mai’s eyes went wide and I knew we were going to have to talk about this later.

“Keisuke, this is Mai, my best friend, and that’s Hana, she organised this event,” I shouted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his hair.

Mai looked him up and down and Hana shook his hand. I was pleading with Mai with my eyes not to beat the shit out of him right then and there, signalling that I didn’t want him dead.

“I’m going to stay over at Hana’s tonight, if that’s okay with you, Yuna.” Hana turned to her with questions in her eyes, but Mai pinched her arm and smiled at her. 

Was she trying to give me some kind of a signal? Keisuke looked between us, all I could do was just nod and go dance. It seemed too convenient that the next song that was playing was a slow one. Keisuke grabbed my hand, “I assume you want to dance to blink-182,” he nodded at my t-shirt and necklace. 

I couldn’t believe it. We’d been dancing for several songs now, surprisingly, he’s actually got rhythm. Mai decided to stay with Hana and not come back for me, which normally never happens. It was always the two of us against everyone in the room. Maybe she saw the tension between Keisuke and me - wait…was there tension between Keisuke and me? He was looking down at me and smiling most of the time, save for when he was belting out to the music. Especially when both of us were singing the wrong lyrics to Fall Out Boy. After a while, he dragged me to the hallway to speak to me.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at me intensely. It took me a few seconds to catch on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Do you live nearby?”

This wasn’t weird, right? To the rational part of my brain, it sounded like a bad idea, but I’d been imagining what his lips would feel like on my neck for a good part of the night. 

“Yeah, walking distance,” As soon as I said that he leaned down and caught my lips with his. I reached for his neck and brought him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and I could smell his shampoo as his hair fell to tickle my face. There was a low vibration in the back of his throat. When he broke the kiss he looked into my eyes like he was trying to read them. I could get lost just staring at his face. He smiled and took my hand, “Lead the way, Yuna.”

I fumbled around my pockets trying to text Mai while he let his friends know he wasn’t going home with them. It seemed like a fortunate coincidence that Mai was staying over at Hana’s tonight.

Yunaaaaasty, 01:28

i’m going home with vampire guy, am i making the biggest mistake of my life?

Mai Darling, 01:29

thought so :) why did you think i made Hana let me stay over?

Yunaaaaasty, 01:29

you’re a mastermind and i owe you for this

Mai Darling, 01:30

oh yes you do but honestly it’s not as fun singing i’m not okay without you <3333

just let me know if you’re dead or alive in the morning so i can alert the police kbye have fun ;)

I looked up as Keisuke reached for my hand, his grip was so warm it immediately made my heart jump. I could feel warmth pooling in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen in just a few short minutes. Keisuke kept asking me questions about my life on our way there, though I wasn’t exactly sure why he was so curious if this was to be only a one-time thing. Maybe he was trying to determine if I was a psycho killer of some sort…or maybe he was? Oh well, he was so gorgeous I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant having some fun with him beforehand. 

We walked up the stairs and he started kissing behind my ear. My skin felt tight in anticipation of his touch and I felt myself shiver as his kisses trailed down to my neck.

“You’re distracting me, I’m trying to get us inside at least,” I chuckled at him.

“How long does it normally take you to unlock your front door?”

“Hey it’s difficult finding the key in this mess of keychains, now I have you making me thinking about uhhh…other things as well.”

He moved to my lips and nipped at my bottom lip. “Oh and what is it that I’m making you think about?” There is no way I was saying that out loud outside my apartment, so I just pushed the door open and dragged him inside after me.

~

I started taking my denim jacket off all the while not breaking the kiss and leading him to my bedroom. I shut the door and clumsily shook off my Vans, starting to unbutton his shirt. He looked at me with hungry eyes, his hands travelling along my hips and up to my breasts. Luckily, the fairy lights around my bed frame were left on so I could see his eyes as he was drinking in the lust in my eyes. When he shrugged off his shirt, he started unbuttoning my jeans and pushed me toward my desk, still messy with my coursework and at least four dictionaries and other heavy tomes. I broke the kiss to put the books away when he chuckled, “Damn, I was kind of hoping to knock it over in the heat of the moment and eat you out on top of the desk,” As hot as that would’ve been, this was the product of a month of research and hard work and it deserved to be put away safely.

“If I hadn’t spent all my sanity working on this paper I would say yes.”

“Can I still eat you out at least?” I felt my knees threatening to give out, why was his saying that so damn hot? 

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth and started to peel my fishnets off when he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“Keep them on,” his breathy voice rolled into my ear, “but how attached are you to those panties?”

This confused me, but he already grabbed the fabric of my underwear and started ripping them on the side and casting them away. He lifted me up and put me on top of my desk, now trailing his mouth down my torso to where my panties were a few seconds ago. His large hands ripped the crotch of my tights and started putting his hair up into a ponytail. I hadn’t noticed the hair tie that had been around his wrist until he took it off and held it with his teeth.

My head spun when he lowered his lips to my heat and started to lick long strokes between the folds. Leaning back on my hands, I let out a breathy moan that made him chuckle into me and start sucking on my clit.

“Oh my..Keisuke yes,” I couldn’t keep it in anymore, his tongue swirled all around the most sensitive area and when I looked down at his face his eyes were set on me, as if he needed to make sure I was coming undone. As if my moans and hitched breaths weren’t enough of a sign, he needed to see it with his own eyes. 

My hand went to the base of his ponytail to bring him closer to me, as I did so it felt like he dug in with an even stronger intensity than before. I was nearing my peak when he inserted a finger inside me. I could feel his lips spreading into a smile when he saw my reaction like he was saving that move until the end.

“Let go, Yuna. If you cum on my tongue now I’ll let you ride me.” That was all that was needed to push me over the edge and make me shake with pleasure while his hand held me down on the desk. 

He got up and pulled my t-shirt off, slowly unbuckling my bra and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Keisuke let his hair back down and started pulling my hair into a ponytail, tying it with his hair tie. I pushed him onto my bed and crawled up to his crotch, pulling his jeans down as he pushed his Converse off his feet.

When I pulled down his boxers I was met with his hard cock slapping his abdomen and, looking up into his eyes, gave the head an experimental lick. His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes so I took it as a sign to continue. 

Keisuke let out the sweetest moan when I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth, one hand on his shaft, the other on the balls. With long, circular motions, my tongue slid all over his cock, licking off any drops of precum it dripped.

His balls were in my hand, softly being massaged, causing him to huff and moan softly. His hand reached for my hair and grabbed it to lead me how he wanted me. He held me in place as his hips thrust up. As his thrusts got more and more frantic, my throat had had enough, so I released his balls from my hand and grabbed the hand that was holding my ponytail signalling I needed a break.

He released me and dragged me up to his face to kiss me, but I had to get things moving to get him inside of me as soon as possible. 

Leaning over to my bedside table, I pushed aside my phone and Polaroid camera, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and turned on some music, “Alexa, play Oh My Word It’s Happening playlist.” When the first song started playing, he let out a laugh,

“Really, First Date?” 

“Hey, I want to make this night last forever, okay?”

I handed him the condom and straddled his abdomen, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Keisuke’s hair was spread over the pillow like a dark halo, framing his beautiful face, I almost forgot how to breathe. His hands were trailing along my thighs, still covered with fishnet tights, as I positioned myself above his hard cock, slowly lowering myself down, his eyes rolling back and filthy moans escaping his soft lips.

When I sunk fully onto his cock, I couldn’t help myself but let out a high-pitched moan which seemed to wake him from the bliss he was in. He grabbed my hips and helped me bounce myself on him. The thickness that spread my walls made me feel full, and each thrust scratched an impossible itch inside me. When Keisuke started grunting with each thrust I knew he was nearing his peak. I reached to rub my clit with one hand, but he swiftly knocked it aside and replaced it with his own. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and let out all the pent-up pressure from my throat as I came all over his dick, he followed soon after with an animalistic moan and stopped thrusting. 

He looked spent and let go of my hips, I needed to burn the image of him lying underneath me into the insides of my eyelids. I reached over to grab my camera,

“Do you mind if I take one of you?” I motioned with the camera. He gave me a small smile,

“Is this some kind of a psycho killer trophy you’re collecting?”I couldn’t help but laugh,

“Maybe, but I want to remember this.” He nodded with a blissful smile, so I looked through a viewfinder and pushed the button. Putting the camera aside, I got off of him and lay next to him, gently taking the condom off and launching it into the bin.

~

“I feel obligated to mention that I’ve never done this before,” He raised his eyebrow at my comment, causing me to correct myself, “I mean, I’ve never brought someone home like this, especially after just meeting them.” He was tracing shapes on my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.

“Me neither,” he admitted, “I’m still not convinced you’re not some psycho killer taking advantage of young men, taking salacious photos of them, and then disposing of their corpses in the nearby bushes.” I just had to laugh at the notion,

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into this scenario, are you sure you’re not the murderer?” He leaned over to place a kiss on my shoulder,

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Looking over at him, I took in his loose hair, now messy and half-resting on my pillows.

“Honestly, after this, I think I would gladly let you kill me. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.” When Keisuke pulled me closer to him, resting his hand on my hip, I swear I could have floated away.

After some conversation that sounded way too casual considering the way we had just made each other feel, I heard Keisuke’s stomach rumble so I offered to get him some food and dragged him out of bed and into the kitchen. He managed to put his boxers back on while I put on my pyjama top and we made way to investigate the food situation. 

“I’ve got some leftovers from today, I mean, I guess it’s technically yesterday now.” I pulled out the tub with leftover fried rice and chicken and stuck it into the microwave while he inspected the fridge door that was littered with polaroids of Mai and me, some from our work with other coworkers, some of us cuddling her cats from back home, some of our birthday and end-of-exams parties, and others of my old dance group from different competitions we attended.

“You have cats?” He seemed really interested in all individual photos.

“Ah, no, those are Mai’s parents’ cats. They live in the middle of nowhere and have a bunch of animals, unfortunately, we couldn’t get any of her pets here when we moved in,” I pointed at another photo of me with a big black labrador sitting on the beach, “That’s my dog, but he lives with my parents, as I’m too busy to take care of a dog right now.” He nodded and looked over a few more photos before stepping towards me and pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. 

At that moment the microwave beeped and I went to grab the food and plate it up. We ate standing in the kitchen, neither of us feeling inclined to move away from each other. Keisuke was stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in days,

“I think you need to slow down,” I said with a smirk.

“This is amazing, I can’t stop,” he said with his mouth full.

When he was done, he started to put the plates into the dishwasher and I offered him something to drink. With him in the kitchen, I made my way to the bathroom to wipe my makeup off, noticing the lipstick hadn’t transferred at all. Keisuke appeared behind me when I had taken off most of the makeup and started touching my ass. Luckily I didn’t put any underwear on, remembering how he ripped the pair I wore earlier. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled at his gentle caresses. He seemed entranced by my skin and started making his way towards my bare heat. Gently rubbing my sensitive lips, he elicited soft moans from my lips. Our eyes met in the mirror and he returned my smile,

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that? I loved seeing you with  the makeup, but this,” he reached for my cheek with his hand, the other one still rubbing my pussy, “is incredible.” 

He grabbed my face and kissed it, making me moan into his mouth which made him change his approach and sink a finger inside of me. He groaned when my walls sucked his finger in, adding another and hooking them to hit the most sensitive spot inside. My legs started shaking with pleasure, which seemed to amuse him enough to giggle and move to stand right behind me, spreading my legs.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Keisuke whispered, “but you’re making me feel feral, like no amount of touching you will ever be enough,” his voice was making me wet with desire.

“Feral? We can do it like they do it on the Discovery channel then,” I invited him for another round. I opened one of the drawers under the sink and passed him a condom, causing him to chuckle,

“Very convenient.” 

“We like to be prepared,” he aligned his once again hard cock with my entrance and pushed in, throwing his head back in pleasure, my back arching to get a better angle, still holding the edges of the sink. He pushed into me until I couldn’t take any more and gasped loudly. He stopped and started pulling out and pushing back in, only up to the point I could handle. This angle made hitting the sensitive spot so much easier, it made me gasp and whine with every single one of his thrusts. His hands were squeezing my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded on this Earth. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting my most sensitive areas, pulling me apart from the inside.

I threw my head back and Keisuke took the opportunity to grab my jaw and pull me towards his face. He was grunting into my ear and kissing my neck, I was certain I wouldn’t last much longer. 

With his teeth, he scraped along my neck. With a cry, I creamed on his cock, which only seemed to make him go faster and harder. “Good girl, hold on tight,” he whispered into my ear, letting go of my jaw and instead holding the base of my ponytail as I held onto the wall in front of me for dear life. One of his hands snaked around me and found my clit, rubbing it in circular motions, sending me into another orgasm, this one louder than the last.

Never breaking pace, he chuckled and smacked my ass three times before returning both his hands on my ass, pulling me into his hips repeatedly.

“Faster Keisuke, please!” I cried out, and he obliged. Soon after that I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to swallow me whole. Just as I started crying out his name again, he moaned into my hair and finished, slowing his thrust leading us both through our orgasms. Once he stopped, our eyes locked in the mirror once more, I didn’t know if I had it in me to smile at him. His cock slid out of me and he took off the condom and threw it away, spinning me around to kiss me with all the energy he had left. I had half a mind to thank him, but I couldn’t form words anymore, I just grabbed his hand and led him back into my bedroom, cuddling into him on the bed. 

~

“Yuna?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Turning around to face him, I caressed his face, taking in his loose hair, soft eyes, slightly protruding canines, and soft lips. I wanted to look at him forever, there’s something arresting about his face making me incapable of looking away. 

“Why do you ask?” Was he overthinking this whole night? Is he trying to make me start kicking him out so he doesn’t have to make the first move?

“You haven’t said a word since…since we fucked in the bathroom.” His tone was that of worry. 

“I think… you may have taken every ounce of energy that I had saved for conversation,” I said with a giggle, “I came twice before that, and then three times in the bathroom. A girl needs to breathe and rest.”

His smile returned, lighting his face up, I just had to close the distance between us and kiss him softly. 

“How are you feeling?” I wondered, gently caressing his arm.

“Completely empty. I feel like all my worries and stress just,” he made a floating gesture with his hand, “disappeared.” 

“I think we both deserve some sleep, don’t you agree?”

He looked into my eyes as if to read them again, then rolled me over, pressed me into his form, and softly whispered good night.

I grabbed my phone only to be met with a few messages from Mai:

Mai Darling, 2:30

hope you’re not dead because Hana said there’s another party in 2 weeks and she’ll kill us if we don’t come

Mai Darling, 3:15

ok you’re either dead and i have to clean up the apartment of your blood or you’re still fucking and i hope to everything holy it’s the latter and i don’t have to get the blood out of the carpet

Mai Darling, 4:45

i’m gonna choose to believe you’re so fucked out you can’t even pick up your phone. get it girl. Message me when you can though

Yunaaaaasty, 5:20

alive but barely. came five times. hurts my brain to think we have work today. see you soon.

Mai Darling, 5:21

YESSSSSSSS i knew that little bastard had it in him…or more accurately he had it in you! ;)

i’m home around 9, prepare the report and i’m making us some coffee for that piping hot tea

What a weirdo. My eyelids closed to the soft sound of Keisuke’s light snores. 

~

With a start, my eyelids flew open to quickly switch off the alarm before it woke up Keisuke. With a groan, he flipped over to his back, hand reaching over to try and locate his phone. He sat up to rummage through the pile of clothes we left on the floor to fish it out of his pocket. 

“Ah, shit. I have work in a few hours,” he looked over at me and smiled, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t stay a tiny bit longer. That is, if you want me here?” His eyes were full of hope.

I pulled him towards me and caught him in a kiss, his hand started wandering underneath the sheets, grabbing my boobs, hips, thighs, pulling me closer. Every time he squeezed me a moan escaped my mouth into his, which seemed to make him more eager each time.

His hands travelled down to my pussy and started to softly spread my folds, ghosting over my clit with each move. In an attempt to get more friction, I started to roll my hips on his hand, desperately trying to unravel the bundle of tension already forming in my belly. He smirked and probed my entrance with a finger, catching the gasp coming out of my mouth with his own. 

I was already reaching back into the drawer to fish out another condom, expecting another round, when his mouth left mine to trail kisses and nibbles down my neck to my collarbone while his other hand was holding my neck. Am I getting into this? His hands are so pretty that I kind of want them around my neck for a little longer. 

“How are you so amazing at this?” I squeezed out between moans. He chuckled, “It’s a curse.”

“Then please curse me again.”

His head snapped up and we locked eyes. Grabbing the condom from my hand he got in my face, “Only because you asked me nicely, gorgeous.”

This time his thrusts were slower, towering over me, leaning on his elbows, his hair fell into my face, smelling of his shampoo and my perfume mixed together. Citrusy and sweet. I hoped the pillow he had slept on kept the scent a little bit longer. His eyes were focused on my face, following every hitched breath as he hit my sensitive spot with every move.

My insides squeezed his length with the desire to keep him inside a bit longer, the slow and lazy motions we were going through seemed very fitting with the chilly morning air coming in through the open window. As fast and rough as last night’s sex was, this morning’s sex was gentle, careful, and deliberate. My hands were firmly planted on his back, nails scratching slowly. I was soon brought to my peak again, this time it wasn’t sudden and needy, but slow and sure. 

“Keisuke I’m close,” I moaned right into his ear, which seemed to set off something in him as his pupils dilated and his movements became needier. Like he’ll drop through the ground into the centre of the Earth if he doesn’t chase our orgasms. 

“Say it again,” he squeezed out through his moans.

“Keisuke! I’m so close, keep it going please!”

“More,” his voice was desperate, his eyes were squeezed shut with concentration.

“Please I need you, Keisuke! You feel so good, you’re making me cum!”

With a cry, we finished in sync and he dropped on top of me, barely breathing just like me. He pulled out slowly and discarded the condom, pushing his hair back from his face. 

“How many times was that?” 

“This was my sixth, but it felt more intense than the ones before.”

The look on his face was that of beaming pride and bliss. “Not bad for one night,” he said with a wink, “but I’m afraid I have to get going if I want to at least shower before work.”

“Where do you work?” Considering how much we talked throughout the night, I didn’t get this important piece of information. Sure, now I knew what his life goals were, how old he was when he broke his first tooth, and how many bikes he had crashed in his childhood, but somehow his place of employment hadn’t popped up.

“Pet zone. The one next to the main square.” He raked his fingers through his hair, leaving me in awe of his lean body and toned arms. He started putting his clothes back on, so I got up to find a new pair of underwear and an oversized T-shirt. 

Now that we were both dressed, we met in the middle of the room with another deep kiss, this time he pulled me into a hug. Huh, we had fucked 3 times and I fed him, but we just hugged for the first time. I could’ve just melted in his arms, but the sound of the front door unlocking made me step away and see him to the door. 

Mai walked in with a big smile on her face and a bag of groceries.

“Good morning sleepyhead, time to start on breakfast!” She said with too much energy for both of us. 

“Actually, I have to get going or I won’t make it to work,” with a quick kiss to my lips, he started for the door.

Mai turned to him as if wondering what he was still doing there.

“Okay, great seeing you, Kazuki,” she said with a smile.

“Likewise, Mirei.”

She frowned slightly, “It’s Mai.”

He smirked, “It’s Keisuke.” He winked at me and closed the door behind him.

Mai turned to me with a grin, “I like him, he can take a joke. Right,” she clapped her hands, marching into the kitchen, “I’m making coffee, you’re getting ready to spill everything. Apart from the coffee, of course.”

With sleep still in my eyes, I made for my bedroom to put the books and papers back onto the desk and let some more air in, since the whole room smelled of sex. As I raked through my hair, I realised his hair tie was still in my hair, I wondered if he left it with me on purpose.

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You made dinner and had the table set for Harry by the time he got back from the store. You still weren't quite ready to go out with him, he told you, but you were okay with that. You didn't mind staying at home and waiting for him. You wanted to do anything to please him.

Once you heard the front door close you ran to greet him, dropping the utensils you were placing on the mat so you could hurry to him. He'd only been gone for forty-five minutes but you always missed him like he'd been gone for hours and hours.

Harry smiled and let out a breath of relief when he saw you. He still worried that you'd leave one day. Run away back to your parents, but every time he left and came back, you were always waiting for him like a good pup. He'd been lucky with you. Even after over a year you were still his good girl, begging and obeying at his whim.

"Hey puppy. Smells good in here. What are we having?" He kissed the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around his middle and walked with him to the dining room.

"Chicken curry and rice! You said you wanted some the other day so I thought I'd make it for you." Harry squeezed you and kissed your cheek before letting you go. You reluctantly released your hold on him to sit at the table. You really wanted to sit in his lap while you ate dinner but you knew that he preferred when you sat in the chair at the dining table. Like a good girl.

Dinner was delicious. Harry was always pleased with you, even the dinners you made were outstanding. You were wiggling in your chair by the time he'd eaten nearly all of his dinner. He knew what you wanted. He'd trained you for it and you responded to him so well.

And it was true. You could barely eat your curry you were so excited for him to take you into the bedroom and have his way with you. Middle-of-the-day sex, as he called it. There was morning-sex, sometimes, late-morning-sex as well before lunch, if you were particularly needy, then middle-of-the-day sex which came around dinner time. Then you'd have evening sex which was your favorite because he took his time with you. You'd start by sucking him off and making him come down your throat and then he'd eat you out and make you come as many times as you needed, and then he'd make love to you afterwards, once he was nice and hard again and you'd both fall asleep holding each other.

Middle-of-the-day sex was sometimes like a quickie but it always ended with you full of Harry's come in your pussy. But no matter what time of day it was, if you were around Harry, your panties were wet. Harry usually suggested you didn't wear panties and he preferred you in skirts and dresses so he had easy access, because sometimes he wanted you at other times of the day as well. He couldn't get enough of you.

But now, you knew what was coming and your already drippy pussy was clenching and fluttering as you watched Harry eat his curry with no rush.

You bit your lip and moved around a little trying to get some relief. He couldn't believe how lucky he was that you responded this way to him nearly all the time.

"You okay, puppy?" Harry smirked. He knew what you wanted.

"Yeah. Just waiting for you to be done so we can, you know..." you chuckled, still feeling embarrassed by saying it.

"So we can do what? What do you want little one?" Harry scooped his last bite into his mouth and watched you squirm.

"So you can fill me up. Like you normally do around this time." You bit your lip and blushed and felt yourself slippery between your legs.

"Want my come inside your pussy? Is that it? So excited for me, aren't you pup? Bet you're all wet and puffy just for me already aren't you? Let's have a look." Harry motioned for you to stand and so you did.

You pushed the chair back and lifted your skirt up so he could see your shiny labia and the insides of your thighs wet with arousal already.

"Fuck. I better take care of my little girl, huh?" Harry began undoing his belt and removing himself from his pants right in his chair. He scooted himself back from the table and patted his thighs, "Hope on puppy. Let's see you ride my cock like you know how."

You scrambled onto his lap and held onto his shoulders and he put his hands at your hips. You moved your skirt to the side so you could watch as you angled yourself onto him, slowly working your way down over him and you let out a soft sigh at the feel of him inside of you.

Harry breathed out heavy through his nose. You felt amazing on him and around him. He dipped down to kiss your neck and marked you. You had an array of bruises over your body and on your neck, in varying stages of healing. You loved being marked by him.

You gripped his shoulder tight and it was hard to find the leverage you needed when your legs were dangling on either side of his thighs. Harry helped you move over him as much as he could. You had him firmly packed inside of you and he assisted in moving you front to back as he fucked upward to get into you deeper. You couldn't move up and down much without the proper leverage but Harry was so hard and he'd be able to come from the way you were squeezing him all around his long cock. You walls were pulsing around him with each push and pull of you over him.

"Want my come, puppy?" Harry spoke quietly into your ear as you were being shifted over his cock.

"Yes! Please..." you begged and looked at him with your rounded eyes.

"I'll give you what you want. But I need your cream all over my cock first. Need you to come." He moved his hand down to your clit rubbing circles over it and began jacking his hips upward into you as your cunt clenched down hard over him.

You nodded at him and a tear fell from your cheek as he was hitting you really deep. It ached in your tummy but you loved him so far inside of you. You wanted to keep him inside of you all the time. In fact, you'd usually beg him to stay inside of you all night long or wake him in the night to cock warm him. He simple adored you and loved that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.

Your legs were wobbly and swinging at his upward thrusts and the sound of the chair moving lightly under Harry with the wetness he was plunging into was a beautiful noise. You'd gotten the front of his pants all wet.

When he leaned in to kiss you and with his thick fingers circling your clit to combine with the way he was hitting your g-spot inside of your pretty pussy, you finally orgasmed on his long shaft.

You cried out and moaned as Harry continued fucking into you, making your bounce a little as you orgasmed. Harry tried keeping his mouth over yours but when he stared to come, his jaw went slack at the feel of his balls tightening and releasing his sperm inside of you.

He grunted and squeezed your hips hard as he rutted upward and pulled you down over his cock, spilling everything he had inside of you.

When he was starting to soften you kept your arms around his neck, leaning into him fully, he smacked your bottom lightly, "Let's get up baby. Get dinner cleared from the table. M'kay?"

You nodded and pulled your arms from him slowly. You just wanted to be close to him. Stay in his lap with his cock still buried inside of you, but you knew better than to question him. It was always better when you just did what he said.

Harry noticed your sad puppy eyes when you climbed off and then grabbed his plate. He felt like sometimes you wanted more than he could give you, but he would never complain about this discovery.

So he followed you into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around you from behind as you sat the plates into the sink.

He put his mouth to your neck and spoke into your skin, "You're so good for me baby. I love you."

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Pairing: Leon S Kennedy & Ada Wong

Summary: Ada cooks dinner for both her and Leon. They spend some quality time together

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 1.8k

Type: SFW

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'Sleepwalk' by Santo and Johnny played hushly in the background, it wasn't too quiet nor too loud, it was at just the right volume. Ada often enjoyed music from the earlier decades such as the 50s, 60s and 70s. Music then was just better, more from the soul than just to make money and be on their merry way. This song was one Ada enjoyed in particular. The sound of it was catchy, made you want to get up and do something.

It was the perfect song to play while she cooked some dinner for her and Leon.

Her slim hips swayed back and forth as she stirred the pot of pasta. For their dinner, she plans to make green pesto noodles, one of her favorites. As a side, she is making sauteed green beans and steamed rice, both are very tasty. Her and Leon only recently began to truly date and live together, it all seems sort of rushed but at the same time, they've known one another for so long, it just feels right. Ada feels that maybe this is a way to make up for some of what she's done to Leon.

Their agreement is that she can still work as a mercenary, him an agent, and if they cross paths during work, they'll act as if they don't know each other for safety precautions.

It's been hard - Staying away from Leon. Ada does truly feel something for him. He's a noble man, she has honored that since the day she met him. He's also so sweet, another thing Ada admired about him. It was very hard. Her line of work doesn't make it easy, not at all, but she's willing to attempt to make this work with Leon.

Currently, he's driving home from a day at the D.S.O HQ. Ada hasn't been on a mission in some time, she hasn't had to be on one. It's different though, this environment. Being in a home with another person and not utterly alone, it isn't something she's quite used to yet; Especially it being someone such as Leon. Being around him however is lovely, she really enjoys it. He's a spirited man, she loves that about him. He's just different overall.

Picking up her glass of red wine, Ada sipped it casually as she checked on the green beans which were being fried up - They looked good so far. The entire kitchen smelt amazing, like real food for once. Ada rarely gets a chance to cook for herself. She's either too busy, on the run or is too sore to even try. This domestic bliss she's experiencing is intense but not necessarily in a bad way, she just isn't feeling it completely yet. But being able to make a real dinner has been a catch.

The sound of the front door opening then closing was heard - Leon must be home.

"Ada?" He called out. He set his briefcase by the front door and took of his jacket along with his dress shoes. When being in the presence with someone such as the President, Leon must dress with more elegancy, it's just a requirement. "In here." She called back to him from the kitchen, standing in front of the heated & turned on oven. Leon made his way to where the sound of her soft yet seductive voice was at.

Ada gazed at him as he walked into the room, his steps becoming slower as he caught onto what was going on.

"You're making dinner?" "I am." Ada replied with a nod, her head turning back to the three different pots/pans resting on the stove top. Leon wandered towards the oven, making a humming noise as he smelt the food. "Smells great. What are you making exactly baby?" Ada still isn't entirely used to his use of the words 'baby', 'love' and 'honey' yet but it'll come to her. "I am making pesto pasta, sauteed green beans and rice... Does that sound okay with you?" "Sounds perfect." Leon responded quickly, kissing the top of her head before walking out of the kitchen for a brief moment.

She didn't know where he was off to, but also didn't really care and she just proceeded with her cooking.

Shortly after he left though, Leon came back. Now, he was dressed in much more casual and comfy attire. "Just had to change. You look good in that, I don't think I've ever seen you dress in anything other than red and black." He teased. Ada snickered. "I am capable of wearing other colors and style of clothing, yes." Leon wasn't in the wrong here. Anytime Ada is out and about on a mission, it's a red and black combo and the outfit was either seductive-like or very modest.

Right now though, she is wearing a black T shirt with pajama pants, something she is rarely able to even put on.

"Do you know when you'll have to leave again?" Leon popped the question.

Before all of this, Ada warned Leon of the fact that she'll randomly be called in to conduct a mission and that it won't be something she can just call off, she'll have to participate in whatever the mission may be. She did make him an oath though.

"No matter what Leon, I'll come home safe to you and even if I don't, know that I'll have died being in love with you."

Those words broke Leon's heart when he first ever heard them. In Ada's defense, she was a tad bit drunk when saying that. Then again, a drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts. Ada does truly love him.

"I don't know Leon, I do not have a schedule as a mercenary." "I know." Leon mumbled, "I was just wondering." Sometimes, his tone got quiet and timid, as if he was suddenly nervous to be around Ada. "You okay?" "I am. I just don't want to wake up one of these days to you out of the house." Leon admitted, a deep sigh coming from him. His words showed he cares immensely, which he does, but actually hearing them help Ada feel more secure about all of this. "Leon, I will not leave this house without a goodbye." Ada spoke with a more serious tone, setting the wooden spoon down.

Leon's head went up as she said that, his heart slightly touched. Ada is really not an affectionate person, so Leon doesn't think she realizes the things she says are sweet sometimes. "You won't?" "I will not." Ada reassured up, her motions towards him slow. Leon stood up and placed his hands on Adas waist, causing her breath to shutter. Ada doesn't know why she hasn't yet gotten used to his touch at least - He touches her often. She likes it, but it's just so different.

Leon took notice of her uncomfortability.

"Do you want me to stop touching you, Ada?" Leon asked her as he was about to remove his hands from her midriff. "No, it's okay, you know that Leon." He kept his hands there. "If you say so." "I mean it. You just have to understand Leon, this is not something I am used to." Ada pleaded to him, hoping he does understand. "I do, trust me, I do." Leon chuckled, the situation becoming more light hearted than anything. "Let me finish up our dinner, I'll bring it out to you." Ada stated to him.

With a nod, Leon brought his face to Ada's. He was hesitant. Would she want a kiss at this time. Instead, Ada sealed the kiss herself. She pressed her lips against his, her hands resting on his chest. Leon breathed in deeply, his eyes closing slowly as he withtook this kiss.

After a couple more seconds, she pulled away, a smile on her face but she soon wiped it away. "Go to the living room, I'll bring your plate out to you soon." "Ok." He nodded, kissing her forehead briskly before ambling out of the warm kitchen.

Ada went back over to the oven to attend her food. All of it was almost done. If her calculations are correct, the sauteed green beans will be done first, then the rice and lastly, the pasta. All of it looked delicious too, luckily. It has been some time since she's cooked any of this, so she really hopes it'll taste good. In the pan, Ada shuffled the beans around, making sure they were coated in the garlic and butter, it would enhance the flavour immensely.

Then, she worked on the rice. Rice is super easy to cook, for her she supposes. Since she was a little girl, it was the only food she grew up consistently knowing how to make, no matter what kind it was or what stationary she had, she'd make it work. She's specifically making jasmine rice - Her favorite. Hopefully, she really hopes, Leon will also take a liking to it.

Lastly, the main course, the pesto pasta. She bought everything for it earlier today, she didn't miss a single ingredient for it either.

The sound of the television that is in the living room began to become audible, indicating Leon was simply relaxing and watching a show of sorts. Ada never was one to sit and enjoy TV. In her life, in total, she's seen maybe twenty movies, some she never completely finished. She's been on the run since she was a child, how could she be able to have the time? Per chance, with this new living situation, she'll be able too.

For now though, Ada plans to focus solely on her task at hand - Dinner.

-

7:30 PM and the food was ready.

Ada arranged both plates to look neat. Both plates had a perfect amount of each dish, the pasta was the only one with an extra amount considering it is the main course of the night. Ada also poured wine for her and Leon, knowing he'd like it a lot. With both hands, she managed to carry everything out and set it on the coffee table. Leon glanced up at her with a smirk. "Thank you honey." "You're welcome lovely." Ada whispered softly; 'Lovely' is a nickname she's had for him forever now.

She sat down beside him, getting comfortable on the couch. Leon did the same, excited to finally get some home cooked food in his system. "It smells good." "Thank you." Ada accepted his compliment with grace. The fact he thinks it smells good means so much, but the initial taste it was truly matters.

Ada couldn't help but watch Leon intently as he took a bite of her home made pasta. At first, there wasn't a reaction, his eyes were glued to the TV. That was until he nodded and went in for another bite quickly whilst saying, "Tastes great too, thanks." Which made Ada want to coat his face in kisses. She's never came to terms with it but it's obvious her form of love language is receiving words of affirmation.

With the fact Leon enjoyed her dinner, she could now easily eat her food too.

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Your eyes shot open when you heard the front door lock clicked, you're nervous. Who could it be? Its 3am, and it's raining too. You sigh in relieve when you saw Sanzu's head peeking through the bedroom door.

"Babe.. You asleep?", he whispered before slowly entering, in the dark of the room his eyes was searching for you.

"Awake..", you responded as you sat up, trying to get out of bed. But Sanzu was faster, he dropped his jacket at the door and charged towards you. Now you're laying on your back with him on top of you, trapping you in his embrace.

"Is everything okay?", you asked. He planted his face at the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he missed the most while he's been away.

"Mhmm.. I just miss you a lot..", his voice was muffled it almost sounds like a random mumbles. Him not removing his mask was not helping at all. You hugged him back, an attempt to ease whatever that is bothering him. He didn't say anything about it, but you know him too well. Work was probably kicking his ass he's been home late if not home at all for a week or two lately.

"Haru, babe.. You hungry?",

"Kinda..",

"Kinda?? I mean I can make something real quick if you want..",

"Really? Will you?", he lifted his head up to look at your face. You can see the light in his eyes come to life.

"Why wouldn't I? But there's also rice and some side dishes from dinner too if you'd like something heavier..",

"That sounds even better.. I want that..",

"Alright, go take a shower while I set up the table". You both got up from the bed, taking different path; him to the bathroom and you to the kitchen.

Sanzu came out just in time. He took his seat beside you instead of in front of you like how he always did. His left hand holding yours, occasionally gently squeezing and bringing the back of your palm to his cheek while the other is used to hold the chopstick to feed himself.

And you just sit there; watching his every move, once or twice asking him is everything up to his liking, does it taste okay to him. He will say yes everytime, with a smile so genuine assuring you that your cooking is what he longs for each and every day.

After he's done, he helped you with the dishes because he knows how you don't like putting it off for later. You told him to just go on and rest but he won't listen, he insisted to help you wash them.

You both then went back to your room, snuggled to each other for warm and comfort on the bed as it gets colder. It is now 4:30am, and the sky was just pure black; no moon nor stars in sight. It was so quiet that its so calming. You both was looking out the window while laying down, holding each other. Your back to his chest, and him resting his chin on top of your head.

"I guess it's true..",

"Hm?", he hums in question.

"That night is the darkest just before the dawn..",

"It sure is," he paused as he makes you turn around to face him, not letting you go, still. And he continued, "But in this darkness, I have you. The light of my life, the one who gives me hopes to keep going, who shows me that life is worth living".

You smiled, kissing the scars on the corner of his lips. He was anticipating for your lips to touch his after but he was disappointed so he decided to take the matter in his own hands. He pulls you by your waist in an attempt to bring you closer if that's possible.

He pressed his lips on your forehead, "My love". Another one on your eyes, "My life". And another on the tip of your nose, "My heart". And lastly, his kiss landed on your lips, "My wife..".

You covered his mouth with your palm, "Embarrassing..", you whine as you feel your cheeks reddened.

"Aren't you adorable? We've been married for almost a year and you're still shy over this?", he teased.

It is indeed weird, because Sanzu is rarely like this. You can never expect when he's being lovey-dovey because it usually came out of nowhere. The only thing you're sure about is that he's like this when he's extremely tired, or drained. He'll become so clingy, spouting sweet nothings to you; it is the side of him that nobody gets to see and know except for you.

"I love you", you said, covering your face on his chest.

"What was that?",

"I love you..",

"I can't hear you..", he teased again, gaining a hit on his forearm. He giggled, "I love you more sweetheart..". You both continue talking about random things, most of it was just you talking about what's going around while he's away. And he just listen, like he always did while appreciating the view of his beautiful wife.

It didn't take you long to finally fall asleep in his arms. Those warm and comfort from him that you too, have been missing really helped a lot. Sanzu can't help but smile when he saw how calm you are in his embrace, he loves how you feel safe with him because as your husband, it is his duty to protect you.

He fall asleep not long after, with few plans on the back of his head about what to do for later when you both wake up. Spending time with you the whole day is his core plan; it doesn't matter if you're going out or staying home, all he wants is to be with you.

alright so this is something that i talked about with my bby @yooniverse-art on twt. something among the line of "someone you'd make a sandwich for at 3am" but i am here giving my baby haru a heavy meals at 3am. keeping it sfw *runs away* pls forgive me i was half asleep writing this

[allegra-writes]

"The Claim"

Armand x Daniel Molloy

NSFW

Warnings: Semi-public sex, bathroom sex, rough sex, size kink, anal sex, blood play ig, a minute of dub/non-con if you squint, mentions of substance abuse.

Polynesian Mary’s meets "You're mine now, beautiful boy"

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

I said it on AO3 and I'll say it again here: Thank you for the beta work @serpentarius, you are the bestest💖

MY MASTERLIST

Daniel felt like a mess. Objectively he knew he was attractive, that was probably the only reason he was able to get away with half the shit he did. How he was able to pull guys and girls at the bar almost every night. How he was able to get free drinks, free dinners, free dope, and occasionally free smack. He had been called pretty more times than his own name, and whatever insecurities he might have (and he had many), his looks were not one of them. That night though, as he splashed cold water on his face in the bathroom at Mary’s, he felt ugly. More than that, he felt like something dirty and disgusting, like something one might find stuck on the soles of a shoe, like something slimy and crawly. He felt like an insect.

And wasn’t exactly that how that guy had looked at him? That tall, dark and handsome guy that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere while he was talking with Louis -gorgeous Louis- only to check him out from head to toe, reject him and then vanish into thin air again? And Daniel wasn’t stupid, he knew that he, they, were totally out of his league with their almost preternatural beauty, but still, it had stung.

Now, his own reflection in the dirty mirror appeared to him dead-eyed and sallow, his strategically messy curls, untidy, his battered jeans unkempt instead of rebellious.

He had half a mind to get out and leave through the back door, but no. Louis liked him. Louis wanted him, he had come onto him, not the other way around, there was no reason this night had to be a loss. If nothing else, he would at least get himself an interview.

He was still giving himself that pep talk, whipping his hands dry on his jeans, shouldering the bathroom door open when he collided face-first with an unexpected obstacle. He recoiled, stumbling a little with the force of the impact. It took him a too long moment to realize it wasn’t a marble column he had run into, but a surprisingly solid torso, one belonging to the very man he had been thinking of not two minutes ago.

Rashid - Daniel was pretty sure Louis had called him Rashid- squeezed his way into the tiny room, locking the door at his back. He stood there, staring at him.

“Hey, man,” Daniel greeted. Rashid didn’t reply. “Everything okay?”

Nothing. Rashid was a statue, cold, unblinking, and unmoving. It was eerie, making the hairs on his arm stand on end. Daniel’s senses were choosing a hell of a time to play tricks on him.

“L-look… I don’t want any trouble, man. If you don’t want me to go home with Louis, just say the word.” Still nothing, not even a twitch. Daniel tried to resist the urge to squirm under that intense gaze, “I’ll fuck right off, I promise. You’ll never see me again, just tell me fuck off and I will!”

The guy finally moved at that, tilting his head in confusion, and there was something birdlike, something not quite right about it,

“Now why would I do that?”

It was Daniel’s turn to be confused,

“Well, if you’re not here to kick my ass, what do you want?”

There was one last moment of stillness, a considering look, before Daniel found himself pinned to the wall by Rashid’s hard, hard body, soft lips moving eagerly against his own, demanding entrance. Daniel could do nothing but yield.

It was like kissing lightning.

Rashid’s mouth was cool, and didn’t actually taste like anything but it had his brain firing signals to his body, going haywire. Daniel could feel his own heart running amok inside his chest. He was breathing fast, the flutter of butterflies in his stomach turning to snakes, coiling at the base of his spine, tightening it up. It was a rush unlike anything he had ever had before, his veins overflowing with adrenaline. And Daniel, addict that he was, instead of running from it, wanted more.

Meanwhile, Rashid’s tongue against his own was nothing short of wicked, mapping every inch and crevice of his mouth, caressing teeth and palette only to go back and massage Daniel’s tongue again. Rashid kissed slow and sensuous, thorough. By the time he let him catch his breath, Daniel’s bones had turned to jell-O.

"I thought-" Daniel gasped as Rashid's lips found the spot under his ear that made him shiver, "I thought you weren't interested."

"Oh, I am interested," Rashid breathed against his throat, "I simply don't want to share," He spat the world bitterly, "Not you. Not tonight."

And fuck, Daniel had never had a possessive kink but the greediness in Rashid’s voice sent a spark of pure, unadulterated heat to his groin.

"And my name," How was he able to talk while sucking bruises on his pulse point??, "is Armand."

"Armand!" Daniel moaned as deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt as easily and quickly as if they were slicing it open, and was rewarded with a thick, muscular thigh sliding between his knees, spreading his legs and pushing against his already hard dick just hard enough to send a shock of pleasure through him. Icy but satin-soft fingertips began tracing a path up and down his body, mapping his abs, his ribcage, teasing at his nipples, making him whimper and moan. Armand’s mouth returned to his to eat up the sounds, those wicked fingers playing with the waistband of his jeans, dipping inside just to retreat again, teasing him. Daniel whimpered against Armand’s lips.

"Is there something you want, beautiful boy?" The little shit asked, running a sharp nail down the fine trail of hair on Daniel’s navel, stopping right above the place he wanted that hand the most.

It took everything in Daniel to find the coherence to string his ideas and words together again in a breathless "Please," but it seemed to be all Armand required.

"So polite… you really are perfect, aren't you, Daniel?" He praised, before finally, finally popping the button of Daniel’s jeans open, undoing the fly, and sliding his hand inside to wrap around Daniel’s cock. It felt gelid against Daniel’s feverish flesh, making him jump, but there was nowhere he could go, trapped as he was between the wall and Armand.

He probably shouldn't have liked it as much as he did.

"That's right, my lovely one," Fuck, Daniel could swear Armand’s velvet voice was inside his brain, "there's no escape. Tonight you are at my mercy… and I am not a forgiving creature."

True to his word, he started pumping Daniel’s cock ruthlessly, offering no warm-up, no building up, it was dry, and hard and fast and rough and just fucking perfect, forcing Daniel to bite his lips in order to keep in the pornographic sounds that threatened to escape his mouth. Armand tsked disapprovingly.

"No, Daniel, don't hold back. I want to hear what pretty noises you can make."

He didn't. He couldn't. If he opened his mouth he was going to scream, and if he did, there was no way the people outside wouldn't know exactly what they were doing inside that bathroom.

"I promise you, Daniel, no one is going to disturb us." Something was becoming loose inside Daniel’s mind at the other man's soothing tone, reverberating through his suddenly very light skull, and Daniel found himself believing Armand’s words "Now be a good boy, and let me hear you…"

Armand twisted his hand softly on the upward stroke, thumb finding the pearl of precum at the tip and smearing it on the tiny slit, and Daniel finally cried out, his head falling back against the cold tiles with a hard thump, but he barely even noticed. Because Armand’s other hand was caressing the delicate skin at his balls, teasing giving way to kneading, until his dick was pulsing, purple with blood, scorching hot in Armand’s firm, unrelenting grasp.

“I- I’m gonna…” Daniel gasped, the familiar tension building up, his balls tightening in his sack until he came with a wounded sound. Armand didn’t even wait for Daniel to fully come back into himself or catch his breath before raising his hand and making a show of licking his hand clean of Daniel’s cum, cleaver tongue lapping between his fingers before sucking them into his plush mouth one by one, never once breaking eye contact, making the last of Daniel’s synapses finally short circuit and die.

“Exquisite,” He said, “Are you this delicious everywhere, Daniel?”

It shouldn’t have been possible for Daniel to want with such intensity after what had to be the best handjob of his life, but he wanted. God dammit, he wanted. He wanted the stranger in front of him more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.

“Why don’t you come and find out?”

A bronze hand shot up, too fast for Daniel’s sluggish, sated eyes to see, capturing his jaw.

“You test my self-control, boy,” Armand all but growled into his ear, “I thought I could wait until we arrived at the apartment to have a little taste of you, but I don’t believe I can refrain for so long,” faint tone of surprise, “I don’t want to.”

Daniel almost asked what he meant, but Armand was already manhandling him, turning him around and bending him over the sink with startling ease and the simple realization of how strong Armand was, was enough to send a thrill through him.

Once Armand was satisfied with his position, Daniel’s jeans and underwear were around his knees in a blink, and a pair of cold hands were feeling up his ass, palming and spreading the cheeks apart. An appreciative hum left Armand at the sigh of the pink ring of muscle, which quickly turned into praise as he probed at it with one of those long slender fingers, tracing the rim methodically, testing it, finding it pliable and relaxed, and Daniel was glad he had popped his last Captain Rush right before coming to the bar.

“You’re a naughty, wanton thing, aren’t you beautiful one?”

Armand’s voice was anything but reproving, the tip of his finger working his hole oh so delicately until it slid inside almost all of its own. It was swiftly followed by a second one, and soon Armand was rocking his fingers up to the hilt, scissoring Daniel open. He let himself fall forward, hiding his face against his folded arms, overwhelmed. It was an exquisite torture, the drag and spread of those shameless digits stretching him, prepping him expertly, almost clinically. Daniel knew he must have made an obscene picture, bent over a dirty bathroom bar sink with his jacket still on and his pants down, drooling over his own arms, undulating his hips back into a stranger’s fingers, silently begging for more.

“Yes,” Armand confirmed, “You look stunning like this, thoroughly ravished. And I haven’t even started yet…”

Had Daniel spoken out loud? He must have been more out of it than he thought, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as Armand withdrew his fingers and Daniel felt something cold and wet falling on his ass, dribbling down his crack and dripping on his hole, and then those coveted fingers were on him again, smearing that viscous liquid around, pushing it in, until Armand was pleased with the mess he had made.

And then he felt it. Blunt and wide, pressing in slowly but steadily, unescapable, stretching him, spearing him open. Even loose and prepared as he was, it was almost too much. Daniel wanted to roll his eyes, of course the brown-eyed Adonis at the bar was hung, of course he was. Another little push and Armand bent closer, wrapping himself around Daniel’s back to whisper,

"That's it, Daniel, you're doing so well for me, beautiful boy… just a little bit more… there, I knew you could take it all.”

Armand’s praise was all that kept him centered at that point, the man was splitting him in two on his engorged prick, but Daniel wasn’t the only one affected, he could feel Armand resting his forehead on the curve of his neck, his breathing ruffling the soft hairs at his nape, he breathed Daniel in, needing a minute to collect himself.

Then he was straightening himself up, running a possessive hand down Daniel’s leather-clad back, finding his purchase on Daniel’s slim hipbone to start carefully withdrawing, inch by agonizing inch until only the head of his unholy length remained inside. He chuckled a surprised little sound at Daniel’s noise of complaint,

“Greedy boy,” He muttered, almost awed, and started the slow rocking motion that would bury him back into Daniel’s velvet heat. It was almost too much, more than Daniel could handle, when he finally felt Armand’s hips against his ass, he was sweating, worn out just from the strain of shaking, of trying to relax, of trying to make room inside himself for all of Armand.

But it was worth it, fuck it was so worth it, just to feel the cold burn as Armand filled him up to the brim, every secret, sensitive crevice he never knew he had hit at once by the enormous cock of the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. Daniel almost couldn’t believe it was happening.

“I find it hard to believe, too,” Armand confessed, sounding breathless, as he moved his hips tentatively, deliberately, “the way you feel… the way you look like this, impaled on my length… you are a vision, Daniel.”

He started a slow, measured pistoning motion with his hips, letting Daniel savor the push and pull, letting the waves of sensation linger and converge into each other. In and out. In and out. Daniel’s prostate was grazed every other stroke but never hit directly. He tried to shift, to adjust the angle, but Armand’s heavy hand on the small of his back kept him stuck in place, tried to reach for his own cock, already full and leaking again, but found himself restricted, both wrists firmly imprisoned in Armand’s free hand.

“You have to ask for it, Daniel…” At his frustrated groan, Armand encouraged, “Beg me for it… you beg so divinely…”

Daniel shivered.

“Please… give it to me… Please, Armand.”

An almost inhuman growl resonated through the bathroom and then Armand was thrusting in earnest, and Daniel, held down on all angles, couldn't do anything but take it. Take the monstrous cock fucking him so good, so deep, he could feel it in every inch of his body, take every delicious stab of pain intermingling with the cruel pleasure Armand was bestowing upon him. He was helpless, held down and expertly used, everything Daniel had always secretly wanted but never dared to dream of. Above him, Armand was hissing, gnashing his teeth, hips snapping against his, fingers clutching at him with bruising force, as ravenous for it as Daniel was feeling.

And Daniel was ravenous, delirious with it, reality melting away around him. He could feel the cold porcelain sink dig into the front of his thighs with every brutal thrust, but the bathroom bar was fading away, the familiar and unpleasant smells replaced by the perfume of a thousand unknown, long extinct flowers, the pounding of the music replaced by the joyous and dulcet notes of foreign voices laughing and singing, images of lavished palaces, luxurious gardens and ruins alive with ghosts flashing before his closed lids. A litany of “Armand” and “please” and “yes” flowing past his lips, unbidden. His cock, heavy and neglected, throbbing in time with every new influx of sensation. He was going to come again like that, untouched, just from being pushed and shoved back into Armand’s thick cock, he could feel it rising, higher and higher, unbridled, the inevitable fall almost terrifying in the sheer intensity of the feeling.

“Yes, let it go, precious one, let me feel it,” Armand was babbling, “I want to feel your insatiable little hole flutter around me, I want to feel you fall apart in my arms… Look at me, Daniel, let me see those beautiful eyes of yours… such a unique color, almost violet…”

What could Daniel do but obey? It took everything in him to focus enough to meet Armand’s eyes through the haze in the dirty mirror, but it was worth it. Armand looked glorious, panting open- mouthed, eyes ablaze and pupils dilated, curls a messy halo around his head, inky black strands falling on his glistening forehead, the tiny droplets of sweat almost red under the tungsten light.

“Yes, just like that, I want you to look at me when I take you apart… come for me, Daniel. Come for me now.”

Daniel did, pearly white ribbons spilling over the sink. Armand fucked him through it, no reprieve offered, hips hammering viciously against his faster and faster, iron arm snaking around his waist to drive him back into his dick as far as he could go when the over-stimulated boy tried to scramble away. His left hand came around his neck, pulling him up and back, until Daniel’s back was flushed against Armand’s chest and his head was resting on Armand’s shoulder, long line of his neck exposed and vulnerable for the taking. Armand licked a long, filthy stripe on it, right before Daniel felt a shock of sharp pain pierce through him.

It was pure ecstasy.

If kissing Armand was an adrenaline rush, being bitten by him was better than heroin. Absolute euphoria. Daniel came again, shaking and screaming, but then Armand started to drink from him, and Daniel started floating.

He was soaring, boundless. Shapeless, and bereft until Armand took him into his veins and into his mind, and they were one. Daniel could see himself from afar as he was when he entered the bar, feel the gravity shift as the vast, eternal, immortal being holding him captive zeroed on him, and he understood then. Every single moment of his life, every minute, every choice, every step had led him to this single, inexorable moment. This was his destiny fulfilled, the meaning of life and the universe and everything else. He was Armand’s. He was created for him, for his life force to feed this magnificent, demonic god.

But then Armand was breaking apart, separating himself from Daniel’s neck even as he was pumping his seed straight into his insides, flooding him with it.

Daniel’s heart broke.

“Hush, my sweet child,” Armand soothed, holding his weakened body up, and re-dressing him, lovingly rightening his clothes and his hair before tucking himself back in, “There’s no reason for such sorrow.” He kissed Daniel’s lips, his cheek, his hair, his nose, his hands. Then turned him to face him and pushed down on his shoulders, bringing him to his knees in front of him. He bit on his own wrist, ruby red nectar flowing down his hand as he pressed it to a still dazed Daniel’s lips, “You are mine now, beautiful boy…”

Fifty years later, and eight-thousand miles away, Daniel Molloy woke up with a start.

To continue in 2023

To continue in 1973

[pondphuwin]

hii, i wrote a pondphuwin fic for the gmmtv fan exchange. this is a cut scene from it, set around september 2022, during the time that they were filming never let me go.

Pairing: Pond Naravit/Phuwin Tangsakyuen (RPF)

Summary: Pond visits Phuwin while he's studying for midterm exams on a rainy day.

Midterms season is hard. Midterms season in the middle of shooting a series is damn near impossible, or at least that's how Phuwin feels right now.

His days on set are long and exhausting, even more so because of the intensity that every scene requires and the fight choreography that inevitably has to be reshot at least 2 or 3 times.

(Thankfully, it's Pond who gladly takes the brunt of the work during the action sequences, but Phuwin didn't know how tiring continuously throwing himself on the ground could be until now.)

When he's not in front of the camera, he's 1) studying in the quietest corner he can find or 2) asleep. The days he's not on set, he's at university, trying not to doze off in the middle of class. Or cooped up in some cafe or library or at home, poring over dozens of missed lecture recordings and powerpoint PDFs.

Today is the latter, he doesn't know how long he's been sitting at his desk trying to make sense of this particular lesson, headphones blasting and foot propped up in a weird position unconsciously. He's so immersed that he doesn't even notice the door opening until there's a hand waving in front of his face, spooking him so hard he nearly falls off his chair.

It's Pond, of course, grinning at his reaction. He's in basketball shorts and a bright green hoodie. It would look ridiculous on Phuwin but Pond has a way of making everything handsome even when he looks fresh from the gym, or possibly like he just rolled out of bed. The ends of his hair are damp and for the first time, Phuwin notices the pitter patter of rain against his window.

"What are you doing here?"

Pond holds up the lunch bag he's been holding behind his back. "My mom made your favorite, I came to bring you some."

"Don't I see you enough these days?"

Pond holds the bag slightly out of reach, smirking, "Oho, I guess this is all for me then."

Phuwin shakes his head sweetly, making grabby hands for the food. He wants to at least pretend to be mad at Pond a bit longer but his growling stomach is taking precedence. It's also days like this when Phuwin forgets to do normal functioning human things like eat breakfast or sleep at normal times or get up to go anywhere besides the bathroom.

The first bite of rice and curry is perfect, warm and familiar, flavorful but not too spicy.

A while later, with a stomach suitably filled, Phuwin finds it in himself to be stubborn again. "I told Mom I was studying today," Phuwin grumbles, slightly betrayed. Studying meant no distractions which he didn't think he needed to clarify meant no Pond Naravit.

"Your mom loves me," Pond says matter-of-factly, "And she knows you won't remember to eat unless there's someone here to feed you."

"You can't always be here to feed me."

"Why not?" Pond is looking over Phuwin's tablet wistfully and Phuwin lets him linger, closer to the desk than he needs to be. He and Pond often talk about Pond's desire to go back to school, but Phuwin knows not to push no matter how much he wants to insist that Pond is more than capable of doing it.

Pond seems to catch himself, stepping back with a sheepish smile. "How many more sets do you have?"

Phuwin scrunches his nose at being reminded of the work still waiting for him, scrolling quickly through his remaining lessons. "A couple more, and then I have to go over the review for the actual exam."

Pond nods, humming absently as his eyes wander around the room and Phuwin starts to think he should ask if he wants to stay, though there won't be much to do while Phuwin studies. Instead Pond says, "Do you remember when we filmed Safe House? I brought food for you back then too."

Of course Phuwin remembers that they were on Safe House, but in all honesty, he doesn't remember much of what he actually did when they were filming the show. He knows for most of their free time he was alone in their room studying, much like today, while everyone else was off being actually interesting for the cameras.

"Yeah, but your mom is a much better cook than you." 

Pond laughs, always ready to accept Phuwin's teasing. He reaches out and lets his hand rest on Phuwin's head fondly as if petting a cat. And Phuwin, who would normally recoil at such outward affection in front of cameras or fans, allows himself to lean into the touch. Like the curry, it is comforting and familiar to let Pond stroke his hair for a moment, scratch at the spot right above his ear that releases all the tension in his body. The sound of the rain, the resounding lack of an audience to perform themselves to, the warmth of Pond so near—all of it too intimate to bear. Phuwin's eyes naturally drift shut, realizing he's much more tired than he thought.

This is why he thinks he might be half hallucinating when he feels lips press against his forehead, the puff of an uncertain breath, the telling brush of Pond's long hair against his skin. 

When he opens his eyes, surprised, Pond is pulling away as if he's been burned.

"Sleep in your bed if you're tired. Don't work too hard, okay nong?" It makes Phuwin groan. Pond only calls him nong when he's trying to annoy him.

"Get out of here," Phuwin relieves them both of the responsibility of confronting what exactly just happened. Pond pats Phuwin's shoulder in goodbye, undeniably friendly.

But, after the door closes behind him, Phuwin immediately lifts his hand against the place where Pond kissed him, not sure if he wants to press the feeling permanently into his skin or erase that it ever happened.

The next few hours pass in a distracted haze until the rain finally slows to a stop.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Twinkling Stars

Narrated by Nikki.

Narrator: The setting sun casts a soft glow over the village. My long shadow stretches out on the cobbled path.

Narrator: The duck, tired from the day's activities, falls asleep in my arms, while Momo naps in the basket on my back.

Narrator: Night finally falls, the stars glowing bright in the sky. I've never seen anything like this in the city.

Narrator: This is much better than neon lights.

Narrator: The neon lights in the lively city overshadow the flickering light of the stars, making it impossible to see a starry sky.

Narrator: I gaze up at what feels like the entire galaxy, feeling the heaviness in my heart easing bit by bit.

Choose either "The starry sky is the reward for your hard day of work" or "Are you in a good mood now?"

If "reward," ...

You: You've had a busy day. These stars are your reward.

Narrator: Yeah. In fact, the whole town is my reward.

If "good mood," ...

You: You're feeling better, Nikki?

Narrator: Yeah. I've been a bit stressed these past few days, so I felt kind of down...

Narrator: I had no design inspiration... School was hard, and I had no one to vent to...

--

Narrator: Anyway, now that I'm here, all my troubles seem to have just vanished. Perhaps none of them really mattered.

Narrator: At daytime, I look at flowers and gather turnips. At night, I stargaze. And there's a cute duck following me around.

Choose either "Life in the countryside is idyllic indeed" or "Do you want to stay here?"

If "idyllic," ...

You: Life in the countryside is idyllic indeed.

Narrator: Yeah. Makes me not want to leave.

If "stay," ...

You: Do you want to stay here forever?

Narrator: Not really. I'll continue with my life after I get my energy back.

--

Narrator: Just... let me enjoy this a bit more before I have to leave.

Narrator: The gentle night breeze caresses my cheeks, bringing the delicious smell of rice dumplings. Momo swallows even in his sleep.

Narrator: I see Grandma looking in our direction from the door. The warm yellow glow behind her softens the lines on her face.

Grandma: Nikki!

Nikki: Grandma! We're home!

Grandma: Hurry, it's time for dinner!

Nikki: Okay, we're coming!

Narrator: The whole cottage smells warm and delicious.

Narrator: Grandma keeps adding portions from the dishes on the table into my bowl, not wanting me to go hungry.

Nikki: But I can't eat that much, Grandma!

Grandma: You're barely eating anything! You need to eat more!

Narrator: Grandma gazes at me, grinning.

Grandma: Feeling better now?

Nikki: Huh?

Narrator: Grandma...

Narrator: Turns out Grandma knew since the very beginning. I suddenly feel like crying.

Grandma: Come on, eat up!

Grandma: I love this village... That's why I live here! It's safe... comfy. I can play mahjong with my friends and enjoy gardening.

Grandma: If you ever feel tired, just come see me. I'll always be here.

Nikki: Sure! I wish I could stay for a long, long time.

Narrator: I don't stay, of course. But the starry sky tonight will always remain in my heart, lighting my way toward the future.

Narrator: Grandma's words, too, will remain in my heart. When I'm tired, I know there's a safe place I can always go to.

Narrator: It's late.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[shiraki-yurara]

On-Screen Lovers Part 2 Story Event - Hitaki - Chapter 3 - Sweet End

Disclaimer: Morganatic Idol belongs to CYBIRD & ABC Frontier, Inc.

My Notes: Translation is for entertainment purpose only. Translation may or may not be correct. Please ignore any grammar mistakes.

Hitaki: Would you like to have a "home date" with me now?

After hearing that, I was urged back to the apartment-----

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Rina: Are we going on a date here?

Hitaki: There's a scene where she cooks a meal for me, so I wanted to recreate that as well.

Hitaki: You often cook here, right? I don’t think it will be difficult for you.

Rina: But as far as acting goes, didn't you get the hang of it on our date earlier?

Hitaki: I think it would be safer to have a deeper understanding of that.

When Hitaki-san said that, I was at a loss for words.

(I wonder if I can make something that suits his taste…… But since I said “I'd do anything”, it would be hard to refuse.)

Rina: I understand. Then, I’ll make something.

It was nearly dinner time so I decided to make cheese risotto.

Hitaki: Oh, you use a skillet?

Rina: It requires less washing up and is surprisingly easy to do.

After cutting all the ingredients, I stirred fry them all at once in a skillet.

It was a task I was used to, but having Hitaki-san watching me made me feel a bit nervous.

Hitaki: Fufu, is it hard to do when I'm watching?

Rina: Er,err.

Hitaki: That's right. Since I’m here, why don't I help you?

Rina: Eh?

Hitaki: Because that kind of thing really sounds like a "home date", right?

Hitaki-san quickly walked into the kitchen and stood next to me.

Hitaki: That said, there doesn't seem to be much I can do. I'll make a salad.

Rina: Are you sure?

Hitaki: It's okay. I can do that much too.

As he said this, his movements while cutting the vegetables were so smooth, it even seemed graceful.

(Hitaki-san can do anything with ease.)

Hitaki: Why are you looking at me so much? Your hands have stopped moving.

Rina: ……I’m sorry.

My heart leaped at the sweet, whispering voice, and I hurriedly resumed my work.

(Then mix the tomatoes, cheese, and rice……)

Once I had finished seasoning, all I had to do was heat it until the cheese melted.

By the time the timer was set, Hitaki-san had finished making the salad.

Hitaki: The only thing left is the dressing. I think we had wine vinegar……

Rina: Ah, you need a bowl.

When I handed Hitaki-san the bowl and whisk, he smiled and said, "Thank you."

The brightness of it took my breath away, and at the same time, I found myself tickled.

(Even though cooking together is not something we normally do. This feels as if we were……)

"Like a real couple" was the phrase that came to mind.

(I……, what am I thinking? Ever since we went to the city, I've been thinking too much.)

The moment I took a deep breath to calm myself down-----

Hitaki: Cooking side by side like this, we're just like a real couple, right?

Rina: ……!

Hitaki: Oh, you thought so too? It's written all over your face.

Rina: ……Yes, I did.

(Wh, why did I reply honestly!? This is so embarrassing……)

I looked away and tried to smile deceptively.

Rina: But……, at first I thought I wouldn't be able to be Hitaki-san's partner.

Rina: So, even if it's just pretend, I'm relieved that I was able to fulfill the role as your girlfriend.

Hitaki: …………

Rina: ……Hitaki-san?

I timidly called out to Hitaki-san, who had fallen silent.

Then-----

Hitaki: Do you feel inferior to me since I am an idol?

Rina: Eh?

Hitaki: I value you regardless of your position.

Hitaki: You’re considerate and hardworking. You’re the kind of person who can do things properly.

Hitaki-san stopped what he was doing and looked at me quietly.

Hitaki: At the city, you suggested the fruit candy and even paid attention to the escape scene……

Hitaki: I was surprised to learn that you even scouted locations.

Hitaki: It was very entertaining and I never got bored because you did unexpected things.

Rina: That, that’s too much praise.

I instinctively shook my head and Hitaki-san slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Hitaki: Really? I'm just telling you my honest feelings.

Hitaki: And…… I'm sure you worked hard today to prepare for your role.

Hitaki: For my part, I wish you were more conscious of me.

Rina: Eh……!?

His suggestive words made my heart skip a beat for a moment.

(What did you mean by that?)

(It's like…… It's like he's saying he wants to be my real boyfriend.)

My heart was pounding rapidly and I unconsciously put my hand on my chest to calm it down.

Rina: Err, you’re teasing me again, right?

I asked, remembering the night I first heard about the movie.

Hitaki: Ah, you mean when I got you backed up against the wall?

Hitaki: It’s true that I did that because I wanted to see how you would react, but……

Hitaki: For this time, I wonder. Which do you think it is?

Hitaki-san smiled sweetly and reached out to touch my cheek.

I almost squealed at the feel of his smooth stroking.

Rina: ……

Hitaki: You look so cute confused like that. Let me see more……

The moment Hitaki-san's face came closer and I was captivated by his bewitching eyes.

Pipipipipi!

Rina: Ah!

The sound of the timer ringing brought me back to myself, and I instantly moved.

I quickly turned off the sound and before I knew it, he was back to normal.

Hitaki: Looks like it's done. Let's eat it then.

Rina: Ye, yes.

We quickly got the food ready and sat facing each other.

When I took a bite, a gentle flavor spread throughout my mouth.

Hitaki: Yes, it's delicious. It's such a shame that it's only for today.

Rina: That's an exaggeration. But I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Hitaki: So, will you continue to make them occasionally from now on?

The gentle smile reminded me of our earlier conversation, and I nearly fell victim to the illusion again.

Rina: ……Does that mean you want us to practice roles again?

When I asked for confirmation, Hitaki-san smiled and frowned slightly.

Hitaki: Now, no matter what I said, you will connect it to the movie.

Hitaki: If that's the case, that's fine. I'd be happy to have more contact with you, even if just for the duration of the filming.

Rina: Eh……

Hitaki-san's eyes were full of love as he looked at me.

(Just looking at it makes my heart race……)

In the first place, it was impossible not to be conscious of him-----

(Because I'm so happy to hear what you just said.)

As I continued to eat, I silently envisioned a future with him in the back of my mind.

[pbandjesse]

This was a really good day off. I feel good. Still tired but like I got a good amount of rest today and that was lovely.

I slept alright. I woke up at 930 o tired. But I did t want to keep sleeping and waste the whole day. I stead I forced myself up and washed my face and got ready for the day.

I did not want to leave the house at all today. What I wanted was go rest and read and do house projects. And that made today a really successful day.

I would have a cinnamon raisin English muffin. And got myself comfortable outside with my book. Which I did finish. I had brought Sweetp and Crabcake outside and it was an absolutely beautiful day.

Once I was done my book I would spend a good hour knitting. I am a full month behind on my temperature blanket but I will catch up. But today was not that day. Instead I worked on the double layer quilt in working on. It was a really beautiful day and I was having a really nice time.

Fleet week is this week and so I had to deal with flyovers all day!! The helicopter was interesting the first time. It stared to become old and tired some after the 4th time. And then there was 5 jets in a line. That only happened the once though. Mostly it was just beautiful and quiet with just soft sounds of the city.

I was having a really wonderful day.

I had a little lunch but it mostly just made my stomach hurt.

I decided to do house tasks to make myself feel better. And for the most part it did help.

I would clean the frog tank and water a few of the plants. I hung a picture. I hung our new battery powered sconces. I hung the frame for the fake transom window I have been planning between the studio and the living room/kitchen. I struggled hard with the nails. I couldn't get the force to get them all the way in. But James would figure it out and helped when they got home.

I would take a break and laid on the couch for a while. I got a little overheated outside as the sun was high in the sky. I had an ice cream and that helped.

I spent a good amount of time painting new flowers in the studio ceiling. I did a dozen small purple flowers. I worked until my arms couldn't be over my head anymore and I ran out of the paint on my pallet. .I would get down a s decided to do some studio organization. I took one shelf apart to move across the room . Consolidated my market stuff. Accidently overweighted a shelf and it came ripping out of the wall and I bent my right thumb's nail backwards. Tore half of it off my nail been it hurt so bad and was bleeding. It was not good at all!

I was very upset. James would promise to help finish fixing things when they got home. And I would go lay down and try and not be sad.

I had Ruby the roomba going. She lost her bow somehow. Weird. But I will fix it later. .I was going upstairs to grab something when I saw James outside. I opened the front door and was super happy to see them.

They would take a moment to cool down. But then jumped into helping me. They fixed the transom window and it's ready to be patched and painted. And eventually I'll put fake stained glass inside it. It's going to look so good.

I decided that I wanted to have my doll house facing the window so people walking by can see it. This took some doing. James added a shelf next to the window sill for extra space so the whole thing didnt fall over.

I would have to stand on a stepladder outside to set up the whole scene again after we picked it up. Which made everything fall down. But it's all fixed now and that makes me happy.

We would eat dinner outside. James had a pasta. I had fake fish and rice. It was beautiful and not to sunny again.

I was enjoying gently swinging. It was very centering. And I was just really enjoying James's company. Talking and being silly and James would do more cooking. And we decided to watch the bridgerton prequel.

I don't particularly care about bridgerton but I love the queen Charlotte clips on TikTok so James downloaded Netflix so we can watch it and that it how we have spent the last several hours.

And it really is fabulous. Sad. Intertwined with the present (in the bridgerton world). I am glad I was able to focus enough to actually want to watch a show. I struggle so hard with anxiety about starting things. But I am very glad we did.

I have requested we watch just one more. The whole show is only 6 episodes. So I want to be half done so we can watch the other half tomorrow.

Tomorrow is going to be a good day though. Im going to drive up to see my parents for Father's day. And I am just really looking forward to that.

I hope you all sleep good. I love you very much. Talk tomorrow!