#i might not have a table on which to eat this takeout but i sure do have a living room floor

[mysticalpineforest]

it might not be much, but it's mine

living room floor by sammy rae & the friends; sun in an empty room, 1963 by edward hopper; lover by taylor swift, sun in an empty room blue by philip koch; apple pie by lizzy mcalpine; white room by harry steen

[xo2dee]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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❦ Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

❦ Warnings: None

❦ Word Count: 1858

❦ Summary: In which your lover comes home late again, and you decide to cook for him for once, even if your skills are severely lacking compared to his.

❦ A/N: this is so self-indulgent bc my ass really cant cook that well soooo

❦ twitter - ao3

8:23 P.M.

You sighed. He was late again.

You knew it wasn’t his fault though, more than often your boyfriend got winded into working overtime and stayed past the hours that he wanted to. Still, as much as he complained of it, you would’ve figured he would dismiss any and all thoughts of overtime if presented with the opportunity and make his way home to you at the time of his clock out. You couldn’t help but sigh wistfully at and for your lovable workaholic man; he only worked overtime because it was essentially wired into his blood and he would never leave unless he knew his job was done.

However, you were more slightly upset that he had called you at lunch time – you felt bad, you didn’t wake up early enough to give him a sweet kiss off for work – and told you he’d be home on time to make you both dinner. You didn’t want to eat without him at all, notably when you were partly worried he might have been hurt or something else (something worse, really), and with that anxiety you knew you couldn’t eat. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t cook, but you also never wanted to eat dinner without him. He was by far a better cook than you were, sure yours was… passable, but Kento’s was beyond expectations, and you looked forward to it every time he offered to make you food. Any and every time Kento made you a meal you fell deeper in love, especially when you found out he put more time and skill into it for you.

Your ears perked up from your lounging position on your couch when you could hear the tall-tale sign of the front door opening and the distant sound of his footsteps walking inside. You nearly rejoiced knowing he was home safe and coming around to greet you, while your stomach gurgled in its own way to hearing of his arrival. Finally, you two could eat and then snuggle into bed together.

Kento called out your name, and you sat up from your position to greet him, “You’re home.”

He removed his glasses and his blazer, draping the latter across the back of your recliner and his glasses on the coffee table, and took a seat next to you, “Did I wake you?”

You watched as he leant back resting his head on the back of the couch, arms spread out on the back and legs wide open, as your eyes lingered on his tie slightly loosened, “No, I was waiting for you.”

“Hmm, have you eaten?”

You stretched your legs out, feeling your appetite begin to kick in, “No, you know I don’t eat dinner without you.”

His head lolled to look at you pointedly, dark eyes in disapproval, “I told you to go ahead and eat if I work overtime,” he grounded out and you nearly had half a mind to not jump into his lap from his tired, rough voice.

“Well,” you began, crossing your arms in rebuttal, “I didn’t know you were gonna work overtime, you usually call…” you sent him a long side look slightly annoyed he hadn’t called to let you know he was fine and would be home later than his usual time. You began to wonder if he had eaten at all that day.

Kento sighed and closed his eyes, making you take note of the minor shades of purple underneath them, “I’m sorry, it was a situation where I had to take care of it quickly. Give me a few moments and I can make us both something.”

Instantly you felt awful; he was really going to sacrifice some of his resting time he rarely ever got to still make the both of you the dinner he promised instead of just calling for takeout delivery. You knew of his occupation as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, it had to come out once the two of you began a relationship and he realized he wouldn’t be able to hide it from you when he tended to work long hours and often came home with bruises or bleeding from scratches that weren't well enough for excuses. Kento came home more tired than anything half the time and managed to make you dinner without so much of a complaint, as long as you were fed, healthy, and taken care of it seemed nothing else really mattered to him. He really prioritized you over himself all the time, much to your chagrin.

For once you wanted to dote on him and make him feel good.

Wait –

Your lover moved suddenly and you realized he was getting up to go to the kitchen, so you pounced. Literally, you pounced onto him and threw your arms around his neck to try and drag him down, but it left you in an awkward position with your lower half still on the couch and your upper half dangling onto his shoulders. Kento, ever-so observant, had wrapped his own arms around underneath your chest at the sudden movement, clearly startled by the abrupt assault, whilst giving you an arched brow. He parted his lips to speak, but you beat him to punch.

“How about I make us both something for once?”

The look he sent you nearly made you want to cry.

He cleared his throat, “Are you… sure?” he asked, a slight degree of unease in his voice. You knew what he was thinking: You’re going to cook? By the look in his eyes, he was traumatized by your last attempt…

You huffed, a new feeling of confidence in your rushing in your veins and your body overwhelmed with determination, “Of course I’m sure, you’re tired and need to relax for once.” You could do just fine if you really put your mind to it. Especially for someone like Kento.

“Seeing you is relaxing enough.” He was trying to reassure you; you knew his gimmick. Try to make you believe he wasn’t exhausted at all and you would give in to his sweet words and he’d make you both dinner, then afterwards he’d shower and completely collapse into bed with you tucked up under his chin. You were not having it that time around.

Smirking at him, you tightened your grip on his shoulders, “Sweet talking me isn’t gonna work this time.”

Kento sighed, clearly defeated as he sat you both back onto the couch, “Okay.” God, why did he sound so deflated?

Regardless, you smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, untangling yourself from his hold, “Stay in here then,” you stood, his hands brushing against your ribs as you did so, and pointing at him with an index finger close enough to nearly brush his nose, “just relax and maybe nap, I’ll come get you when it’s done.” He didn’t look convinced – probably nervous you’d catch something on fire – but relaxed back nevertheless, giving you his own small smile.

Determined, you made way for your shared kitchen, snatching Kento’s fresh white apron as you did so. Sure, it looked goofy on you and the haphazard way you tied it, but Kento wore it exclusively every time he cooked so it was only right you did the same. You had your mind set to make something you both enjoyed – or you thought you both would enjoy. You knew your way around a kitchen, how bad could it turn out to be?

...Yikes

You decided not to answer that when you saw his face as he tasted your 'meal'. His eyebrows slightly rose towards his hairline and his mouth twitched nearly into a grimace, but it almost looked like he was swallowing cough medicine when he finally did get around to it. Kento sat his utensil down after and cleared his throat before clasping his hands together on the table, looking up to you while you hovered over him.

“It’s great.” Bless him, he never wanted to hurt your feelings... even if it was the trivial of things.

You whined and threw your head back, “You hate it.”

“I could never hate anything you do.”

“Don’t be sweet, I know it’s nasty and you’re just trying to make me feel better,” you pouted and stared down at your own plate, untouched as you had waited for him to try the food first. Still, you were curious and picked up your own utensil to try it out as you sat down at your spot at the table. Kento was watching you looking almost concerned as you finally lifted the food into your mouth for your taste buds to feel.

You chewed and swallowed. Bland, burnt and…

"..."

“...”

“Kento, this tastes like ass.”

A sigh fell out of him as he placed his chin onto his fist, “Maybe so, though I don’t think that really matters,” he gazed at you as you fiddled with his apron strings, a rather strong sense of adoration radiating off of him, “It’s the thought of you making food for me after a long day of work.”

“Even if it’s bad?”

“Even if it’s bad.”

Your cheeks warmed from the words as you gave him an embarrassed glance, knowing the entire situation felt incredibly domestic and you felt like a spouse cooking for their husband. It hadn’t been a topic discussed between you two yet, though it was always lingering in the background given how deep your relationship went and how long you two been together. No doubt you knew he was thinking the same.

You stood after that, wiping your hands onto his apron to avoid looking at his face, “Yeah, well, I guess I should clean these since this tastes like shit,” you moved to grab his plate, yet the tug from the front of the apron sent you into his lap as he leaned back to situate you both into a more comfortable position as he cradled you against his chest. He’s being awfully bold tonight. You snuck a peek at him almost shied away from his intense stare.

You rested your hands on his shoulders as he spoke, “You should wear my apron more often.”

Sending him a raised brow, you let out a small laugh, “How can I wear your apron more when I can’t cook?”

“Who said wearing it only while you cook?”

You smacked his chest and voiced your earlier thoughts, “You’re being awfully bold tonight.”

A small smile graced him as he lifted you more to press his mouth against your temple, kissing it a few times, “I can’t help with it with how you look wearing it.”

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head while you snuggled into him by rubbing your cheek against his to enjoy the moment of domesticity between you two. Though the moment was broken by the loud growl of your stomach. You sheepishly peered up at him as he gazed back to you with the affectionate look he always had.

“I’ll call for takeout, and then we clean this together.”

Your response was just to kiss him for his sweetness, and you kept the apron on for the remainder of the time.

[redvelvettel]

who needs stars, we've got a roof. ☆cl16

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author's note. finally writing something after like a month, had this unbearable burst of motivation. this one is heavily inspired by nothing by bruno major. listen to it while reading this if you want the full experience:)

as always, come over to talk, give feedback, give opinions, ask requests, or anything at all. asks are always open. ♡♡♡

warnings: fluff, angst. lowercase intended.

summary: moments with his girlfriend that altered Charles Leclerc's brain chemistry

charles leclerc wasn't exactly a man who knew his way with words. he might not have perfect answers for every question he was asked, but he could tell you one thing. if anyone were to ask what his favorite thing to do, ever, was, he would tell you that it was doing nothing with his girl.

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she kept tossing and turning in the bed, not caring enough that it might wake up the man beside her. she couldn't care less that he was tired, that he had just returned home a few hours prior after a double header, and that he was a light sleeper. the windows were open to let the summer breeze in, and her skin was starting to itch. he was starting to wake.

he eventually turns to face her, having had enough of her whines. 'what is it' he tried to sound irritated, but he wasn't fooling anyone. he could never be annoyed, not with her. 'i want ice cream' he sighed, getting up and walking into the kitchen to fetch her some. he comes back in a minute, pointing an accusatory finger at her. 'you' he moves to sit on the bed, just as she gets up, leaning her weight on her elbows. 'you had all the ice cream we had-' 'i can explain-'.

they both sit across each other in a small ice cream shop 20 minutes later. she thanks whatever god there is that this store was somehow open at this unconventional time, and that too in some alley away from the streets that she was sure were still busy and, oh so noisy.

she feels giddy, like a kid in a candy store. which, she suppose she was. charles watches her with a smile on his face, in a sweater she will be sure to rip off him the minute they get back home. he hasn't had a single bite of the strawberry ice cream she had ordered for him, too busy watching her.

she somehow manages to get her own strawberry ice cream on her nose, and charles doesnt even realise what he's doing until she looks up at him as he wipes the ice cream off her nose with his thumb, and licks it. he reaches his body over the small table a minute later, and kisses her. he then leans back in his chair, and finally starts eating his ice cream, after being threatened by his girlfriend.

charles steals glances at her and tries not to get caught, like he was a school boy trying to look at his crush without making it too obvious that he was staring. he tries to commit this frame to his memory, almost like he was never going to experience it again. he pays for two chocolate ice creams to go, and holds out the door as he lets her settle into the passenger seat of his car before placing the bag in her lap.

charles wasn't a relegious person by any means, no, so he thanks the universe instead, for keeping the ice cream shop open. he likes to think that it was something more than a coincidence.

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charles likes to act like he hates the notebook, which wasn't entirely false. he doesn't hate watching it with his girlfriend, but he hates how many times she has made him watch that one single godforsaken movie.

he grumbles into her shoulder, complaining for the 100th time that evening. they had been too lazy to put on decent clothes and go out to eat, so take out and movie night it was. the notebook plays on the tv, and boxes of chinese takeout lay on the coffee table as charles' lays his body on top of his girlfriend's on the couch.

'charles, if i hear you say anything one more time so help me god i will throw you out of the window'. he laughs at this, amused as he imagines how the scene would actually play out. she shushes him, and keeps her palm flat against his lips, and it stays there until he gets bored again and starts licking it.

it's her turn to be amused when she hears him wiping his nose with a hand kerchief just as the movie comes to an end. she takes out her phone, and takes what feels like a hundred photos of him crying to the movie he supposedly hates.

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they're both panting, their legs tangled together, both laying on their backs to the mattress, with a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies. she says they should really get up and shower, or they'll be too hot to get any actual sleep. 'in a minute', he says.

he turns to look at her, and she keeps staring at the ceiling. he feels like he could cry when she looks up at him with hooded eyes. he tells her how much he loves her, with infant tears adorning his eyes. she pulls the bedsheet over their bodies, and leans closer to bite at his bottom lip.

he pulls her closer and she eventually ends up on top of him, her chin on his chest and looking up at him with those eyes again. no words could ever convey what they feel for eachother, and they stay in a heap on the bed, too tired to do anything else.

he tells her how much he adores her and how she was the love of his life, 4 more times before she falls asleep on his chest. charles always makes sure to leave no words unsaid. he always says enough for the both of them.

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charles holds his heart on his sleeve as he tries not to freak out, his fiance far too drunk to be dancing on a table the way she was, on a fucking yacht nonetheless. he hovers around the table, ready to catch her when she inevitably falls.

what was supposed to be a small dinner with some friends on his yatch, had somehow turned into an overnight party, thanks to pierre being pierre. she had originally not wanted to attend the party at all, feigning tiredness. charles wondered where it had gone, the minute she saw pierre and his girlfriend.

she falls over the edge of the table, red wine splattering all over the floor of charles' yacht. her upper body suffers no impact, unlike her legs and thighs, charles having caught her in time. he later rubs her legs with muscle spray on their bed back home, her being too gone to register the act.

she wakes up with no pain body pains, and charles doesn't mention her hurting herself ever again.

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lando makes them play mario kart, wanting to finally defeat charles after losing brutally every single time he's played with the monegasque. they're on the couch, shouting like teenage boys when she gets home with grocery bags almost falling out of her hands in their hallway.

she huffs and puffs as she puts them away in assigned cabinets, and she thinks she hears lando crying. finally making her way to the living room with a cup of tea in her hands, she watches lando making mistakes he could've easily avoided, only if he wasn't so stupid.

she tells him exactly that as she snatches the controller from his hands, and he's too shocked to say anything. charles lets out a laugh, and lando doesn't worry much because he knows charles was too good at this game to not win, and patiently waits for his turn to call her stupid.

she leaps up from the couch, and shoves her hands into charles' face, being too smug about her win. lando stares at him, slack mouthed and annoyed that he'd let her win.

there's not many people charles wouldn't mind losing to, and she was always the first on that list.

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he could feel her staring at him from the passenger seat, and she's too tired to feel embarrassed about it. they're in his car returning home from a gala they had to attend, and charles told her one too many times that he would rather be at home, doing nothing with her.

'never leave me, charles.' he waits until they reach a red light, and turns in his seat to properly look at her. she has the softest smile on her lips, her lipstick a little smudged. her freckles stand out from the moonlight, and she looks like she could fall asleep any moment.

charles has to stop himself and admire her, and he thinks she could sprout wings from her back any moment now and he wouldn't be surprised. she was his angel, his precious angel of a girl.

'I couldn't if I tried, you've bewitched me body and soul'. he knows it will make her crazy, that line. he has seen her physically clutching her heart everytime she's somehow reminded of it.

she tells him how happy she is right now, and says that she wouldn't mind if she died right then and there. charles brings her hand to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of her palm in response.

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charles is sure god isn't real now. he's not sure who's to blame. he's not sure where it all went wrong. maybe it's true that nothing lasts forever. she never got to walk down the aisle to him like they dreamed of.

charles says nothing as she leaves the keys on a table beside the door, and he couldn't convince himself to look at her face one last time, as the door closed shut.

charles never seems to find the ice cream shop open when he's wandering through monaco alone, on those sleepless nights. he supposes it's for the best, and he's not entirely sure that he could have a strawberry ice cream in that shop without breaking down. so he sits outside the shop instead, replaying the scene of her across the table from him in his head.

he never loses to anyone at mario kart again, and he doesn't scream with his hands in the air when he wins. he tries not to cry as the notebook plays on the tv, during a movie night with his friends. he thinks pierre squeezes his knee to offer comfort, but he's not sure about that either.

he lays in his bed, after opening his windows just the way she always had them open, reaches his hand to his side, and longs for the weight of her on his chest. he knows he'll never feel it again, and thinks of all the things he would do just to feel her lips on his, just one more time.

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Karam, plus a cut for more; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

The walk over to the diner is quiet, mostly. Billy tells Lynn where some things are in Fawcett and points some stuff out in the neighborhood, but Lynn doesn’t really say much back. He nods along, though, and Billy's pretty sure he's listening. 

Maybe sure, at least. 

Worst case scenario, he figures he'll just repeat himself later. If Lynn's a little too stressed or overwhelmed to really be listening right now, well, he definitely wouldn't blame him. He's a baby, basically! Everything's gotta be so new and weird and overwhelming for him right now.

Billy isn’t gonna push. Not on day one, when they don’t even know each other yet. Lynn can take his time all he wants right now. It’s not like he’s hurting anyone, or even himself. So Billy just has to be patient with him while he learns stuff, same as any little kid he’s met in the system or on the streets. 

They get to the diner and Lynn hangs back a little bit. Billy suspects Cadmus did really not prepare him for restaurant etiquette and stuff like that, considering. He’s pretty positive it didn’t, in fact. Billy doesn’t go to many restaurants himself, but . . . 

It’s fine, he figures. He just needs to be a good example for Lynn, that’s all. And that’s what he always needs to do right now, so it’s no big deal. 

He hopes he’s being a good example, anyway. He really wants Lynn to be able to trust that he is one, so he can know he has someone to learn from, so . . . yeah. 

Billy goes to the counter, politely gives their fake last name–Batman would not appreciate them half-assing the new secret identities–and tips the waitress twenty percent and thanks her. It’s kind of a lot of food, but they have super-strength and a fridge for leftovers, so he figures it’ll be fine. 

He does feel a little nauseous over how much money he just spent, though. 

Batman gave them way more money than that, Billy reminds himself as he gathers up the bags. And there’ll be more next week. And if they actually somehow run out or just have an emergency, he can just fill out the League paperwork to requisition funds to make up for it. They could spend way more than this and still be fine. 

He’s pretty sure takeout is still gonna be a special occasions only thing, though. And couponing. Couponing is definitely gonna be a thing. 

It’s just a lot of money. 

Billy gets all of the bags juggled into his arms. Lynn looks awkward again and shifts Tawky under his other arm. 

“I can carry it,” he says stiffly. 

“Well, if you wanna,” Billy says. “We could split it?” 

“. . . sure,” Lynn says, still stiff. Billy smiles at him and offers him a couple of the bags. Lynn frowns, but takes them. Billy figures it makes sense Lynn wants to help; that’s pretty normal with little kids. Like, they always wanna do what the older kids are doing, or the adults, or just whoever. So it makes sense Lynn would too, especially if Cadmus didn’t teach him this stuff to begin with. He’s learning, basically. So yeah, it’s normal. 

And also a good sign, Billy hopes, if Lynn trusts he knows what he’s doing enough to copy him. It’s even sorta cute, actually. 

. . . okay, it’s really cute, but Lynn’s kinda a teenager so he might not appreciate hearing that. 

Still cute, though. 

They walk back to the apartment–back home, which is a weird thought, Billy recognizes fleetingly but tries not to focus on right now–and Billy unpacks all the food onto the coffee table in the living room. He figures that’ll be lower-pressure than the kitchen table for their first meal together, and they can put a show or a movie on if Lynn doesn’t want to talk too much or anything. 

Lynn sets Tawky on the end of the table, looking a little awkward about it. Billy smiles encouragingly at him. Tawky doesn’t really need to eat either in his stuffed animal form, but it’s nice that Lynn’s including him at lunch. And food does still taste good, obviously. 

“What do you wanna try first?” he asks, nudging the open box of onion rings over towards Tawky. He knows he likes them. Lynn frowns, looking a little wary. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he says stiffly. “Just . . . whatever.” 

“Okay,” Billy says, figuring that means he’s a little overwhelmed by the options. They did order a lot, so . . . yeah, that makes sense. “How about the soup, then?” 

“. . . sure,” Lynn mutters, and warily pulls the takeout bowl over to himself and takes the lid off. Billy offers him a spoon. Lynn frowns, but takes it. “. . . thanks.” 

“You’re welcome,” Billy says cheerfully. Setting a good example, and all.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: By chance(short 1)

In which Jungkook gets to know his soulmate and can't help but fall deeper and deeper in love.

Tags/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Idol!Jungkook, slight angst, major fluff, no one asked but I still deliver, Jungkook having impure thoughts oops

Length: short/mid

Belongs to: By Chance

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"Did you order this much?" He laughs to himself as he brings in all the takeout boxes. You jump up to help, nodding eagerly, your phone now discarded on his couch. You've visited him after he'd asked if you wanted to spend some time with him- get to know him, seeing as you're soulmates.

"I haven't eaten all day - and honestly, I paid for it, so who cares! Those cinnamon bites will still taste good tomorrow morning for breakfast. And before you ask, I do plan on taking this stuff home with me if we don't finish it." You shrug, bringing the other boxes Jungkook couldn't hold into the living room.

"How much do I owe you?" He asks, already taking his phone out, and you just lick your finger after having opened some boxes to look what's what, shaking your head.

"Your honest opinion on the chicken, really. I've never ordered those, but they do look very hot right now, not gonna lie." You say, sitting down before stretching your legs. Your shorts reveal a tattoo on your leg that seems to travel high up- he's spotted a glimpse of something up to your rib when your stretched earlier, rising fabric of your shirt having also revealed a sparkling butterfly hanging from a silver piercing decorating your belly button. It makes him wonder how much more you hide away from his eyes, what might be there to discover for him.

You seem to be such a free spirit- an uncaged bird, open, colorful, exciting. You're infectious too, your bubbly nature easily making him feel all happy and relaxed. And he swears that's not just his soulmate bond speaking. He truly believes he would've at least developed a crush on you no matter the circumstances, really. You're cute, a little wild, testing him as if to see if he's able to tame you. You're exactly his type, not just physically.

Your beauty is simply a bonus- a pretty soul safely tucked into an equally pretty body.

"I love them, even if they're a little greasy. I've got a horrible love for fried foods." He laughs, sitting down to eat across from you.

"Would've never guessed." You smile. "Not to insult you, really. But I always thought every Idol, you know, is obsessed with dieting and staying away from anything that could have more calories than a carrot." You say, before holding a hand towards your mouth, eyes wide. "Oh my God, that sounded so rude, fuck!" You shake your head. "Now I cursed, I'm sorry, fuck- I mean not fuck, shit- I mean-" you whine to yourself putting your face in your hands while Jungkook laughs across from you.

"You're fine, really, it's okay." He reassures. "I'm not that sensitive, and honestly, a lot of idols do be like that." He shrugs.

"Maybe? I mean, I probably shouldn't even bring that topic up. I don't wanna be nosy." You say quietly, stealing a piece of chicken from him before you freeze in your motions. "Oh God I should've asked- why am I like this?!" You scold yourself, and he smiles brightly towards you.

"You're cute, nothing wrong with it." He flirts.

You look at him a little playfully suspicious before you continue eating. "If you're aiming at getting into my pants, I might have to disappoint you, mister." You say, and his eyes widen while he stops chewing for a second. "In front of you sits a very awkward virgin that's not even sure if she even likes sex, or kissing, or anything of that nature really. I'm just putting it out there, lay my cards on the table, I guess." You shrug before taking a sip of your soda.

"May I ask why?" He wonders respectfully, wiping his fingers on a napkin close by. "I'll respect your decision, obviously. I'm just curious, I guess." He clarifies, and you shrug.

"You've got every right to be." You nod, licking your lips. "I guess every guy has always been so.. pushy with it to the point where I didn't want to do it simply just to spite them." You explain, not looking at him. "Wanted to see how they'd react if I said that I didn't want to. You know, neither kiss nor have sex. Like a test, to see if they're any good." You tell him, and he nods.

"And none ever passed the test?" He asks, making you shrug as you look at him now.

"I mean, there's one who's on a pretty good road of maybe being the first to do just that." You say, and he smiles charmingly, fingers playing with his lip ring for a second before he turns serious again.

"All jokes aside, I really am okay with that." He says. "I didn't invite you here to fuck you, nor do I ever plan on doing that. Putting up a facade to tangle you into something, I mean. I'd fuck you if you'd want me to, just to be clear here." He tells you, reaching over to steal a few sips of your drink.

"Well, you stole an indirect kiss now, so that gonna be some points added to your fuckboy-ness." You say, crossing your arms- unaware probably that he now gets a very attractive sight of your cleavage now.

"We can easily make it a direct one too, if you want." He flirts again, and you stay quiet for a second, almost making him apologize- until you actually speak again, softly.

"I mean, I wouldn't mind.." you mumble.

"You don't have to push yourself." He tells you calmly. "I'm sorry if it felt like I was trying to convince you. I'm only joking around."

"No-" you start, looking everywhere but him. "-I, don't know, I actually do wanna try it with you. See if I like it." You say. "But, you know, only if you're up for it too."

"I'd be dumb to say no to kissing a pretty girl like you." He shrugs with a boyish smile before he gets up from the floor and squats down in front of you, his hands on your knees as you're still sitting on his couch. He chuckles at your shyness a bit before he slowly leans upwards, making sure to check until the very last second for any signs of you becoming uncomfortable. But that moment never comes, and when his lips make contact with yours for a short peck, your hands find his to hold onto, making him smile into the kiss before he parts from you. "Good? You're free to say if it wasn't, I'm really cool with that." He says, and you nod.

"Never really knew what to expect from a kiss, really." You shrug. "But it's nice. I liked it." You nod.

"Wait that was your first kiss?!" He now asks, and you nod.

"Wasn't that obvious? I thought I made it obvious." You laugh, and he laughs as well.

"I mean, I understood the virgin part, but I thought, you know, a pretty girl like you would've at least been kissed before." He says, and you playfully hit his chest, making him fall dramatically on his butt.

"Oh come on now prince charming, go eat your greasy chicken." You tease, making him grin.

Yeah- he really believes he's gonna fall for you. Maybe he already has.

Either way- he doesn't mind one bit.

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[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.9 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT, mdni please xox

After you had kicked Abby out Saturday morning, she spent basically her whole weekend in bed. She had been so anxious about Ellie, you, her job, everything, she felt sick to her stomach. It was Sunday evening when you knocked on her door.

"So you do know how to knock?"

"I knew you were in and I didn't want to reveal how I get in when you aren't."

"Right."

"You going to help me out and let me in or leave me standing out here all night?" You were holding Abby's suit which you had had dry cleaned, some takeout and your bag, you were sure you had about 2 minutes before everything crashed to the floor.

"Sorry." She opens the door and grabs the suit and takeout from you before stepping aside to let you in. She kicks the door shut behind you and puts the suit down to lock the door. "You brought food?"

"Yeah I figured you might want a taste of the outside world since I've had you cooped up for the weekend. If you're good I might take you on a walk later." She can't see your face but she knows you're smiling to yourself.

"You're hilarious. Food smells good though, thank you."

"It's okay." You sit down on her couch and wait for her to join you with the food. As you're waiting you look around the room. The walls were a bright off white colour and there was a warm light lamp with a simple grey shade standing in the corner next to the tv on the opposite wall to where the couch sits. She had a black wooden coffee table in front of the couch with a grey rug that matched the lamp. The couch was comfortable, squishy and black with grey accent cushions. You expected the monotone colour scheme from her really but you did notice the plants and decorations that added colour to the room. Her apartment was nice, clean and homey, you felt comfortable there.

"You judging my interior design?"

"The opposite actually, I had never really noticed it but your apartments very nice."

"Oh, thanks." You nod and start ripping open the takeout bag and laying all the food on the table. You waste no time in digging in as between all of the things you've had to do over the weekend you haven't had a chance to eat a proper meal since your dinner with Abby.

"Holy fuck this is good." Abby sighs and leans back as she continues eating.

"Mhmm" You agree through a mouth full of food. She chuckles at you and you laugh with her but you decide now is the time to address the elephant in the room.

"I'm sorry for blowing up at you like that yesterday."

"It's okay, really."

"No please let me finish, I planned my speech and everything." Abby nods her head, signalling you to continue. "I panicked. I'm used to hiccups, that's life. But I'm not used to hiccups involving the cops and it scared me. Regardless, accidents happen and I know you weren't being careless, I forget that not everyone is used to how careful you have to be with these things so I hold everyone to my standard and that isn't fair on you. So I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Abby stays quiet for some time, pretending to contemplate whether she should until she smiles and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. "You know for a second there you actually seemed human."

"Don't insult me." Your words came out muffled as she is still firmly holding you to her chest. You slap her shoulder as you start struggling to breathe. She laughs and lets you go. "But Abby, this cannot happen again. I dealt with the problem this time but it might not be so easy to fix next time. I mean I don't even know for sure if the problems fixed. Depends how smart your little friend is."

"Williams? What do you mean?"

"I paid her a visit."

"Andddd?"

"I didn't hurt her. Just threatened everyone that she loves and paid her for her silence."

"Oh my god."

"What?! It had to be done."

"So she knows about all of this?" She points a finger between you two.

"Errr not exactly. She knows we're... associates and that you're working for me but she doesn't know what we're doing, although I'm sure it won't take her long to figure it out when we start mission take over." Abby rolls her eyes at the use of the name and then raises an eyebrow.

"I work for you? I thought we were partners."

"I don't have partners, Abby. But if I did you'd be pretty close."

"Gee, thanks."

"That was a compliment darling."

"Your compliments don't often sound like compliments." She leans into you, looking you up and down and stopping to stare at your lips.

"I can only be so nice." You lean in further, tucking a piece of hair behind Abby's ear as your other hand threads its way through her soft, blonde waves, tugging a little. Abby presses her lips to yours in a sweet kiss that soon turns hungry and rough as she slips her tongue in your mouth to dance with yours. She tugs on the top of your thigh to pull you down as she climbs on top of you while pressing a strong thigh to your core. You close your legs around it and immediately start grinding down into it. Tonight is nothing like Friday night, its rushed and filled with need instead of want. You're both consuming each other as all the pent up emotions are released through your touches.

"Fuck this. I need more room for what I'm about to do to you." Abby's voice is low and raspy, it leaves you so entranced you don't feel her strong arms wrapping around your waist and under your bum as she hoists you up to carry you to her bed. As she reaches the foot of her bed, she throws you down with enough force that you bounce a little. "Strip."

"Make me." She had turned her attention away from you but the look she gave you as she whipped her head around was enough to make you comply. She chuckled at your reaction and said over her shoulder. "Good girl." You roll your eyes knowing she can't see and continue stripping. As you sit on the bed waiting for her you watch her strip her clothes off painfully slowly still facing away from you. You take a second to admire the firm curve of her muscley ass and thighs as you see her fitting a harness around her hips. You gulp knowing what's to come and lick your lips at the sight of her back profile and the way each muscle contracts and relaxes with each movement. She turns and your mouth falls open at the sight of the red appendage strapped to her hips.

"Don't worry, it's new, saw the colour and thought of you."

"How sweet." Your face is deadpan but in a weird way your heart swells at her words. "I don't think that thing is going to fit inside of me. That is a monster dick."

"Oh I'll make it fit. On your knees, hands behind your back and face the back wall." You whimper a little at her words but move quickly to listen to her. You hear a metallic clanking and before you have time to react you feel handcuffs being attached to your wrists.

"Woah Abby."

"Tell me you want me to stop." You huff and stay silent. "That's what I thought." She runs her hands down your back and squeezes each cheek hard enough to leave a bruise then one hands laces itself into your hair and starts pushing you forward while the other presses on your upper back to arch you as much as possible. "You are unreal." Your face is being pushed into her pillows and she knows that, so she doesn't expect a reply. You hear the sound of her spitting into her hand and your crane your neck inwards to see her lubing up the strap on. "I know you don't need this, you're already dripping but I thought I'd be nice. Don't get used to it though." She lands one harsh slap to your pussy and laughs as you jolt and moan and with a faux, sweet, sympathetic tone she says "You tell me if you need to stop okay?" She was mocking you but you knew she meant it as you made eye contact.

At the feel of her slowly easing the dick into you, you moan and push back onto her "Oh fuck," you've never felt this full before, it makes you feel like the airs been knocked out of you. As she bottoms out, you sigh and she lets you get used to the size for a minute. You're shocked as it doesn't match her previous demeanour but when she pulls out and starts drilling you into the bed you understand why she did that. You bury your face into the pillow to stop yourself from screaming but she doesn't like that at all. She pulls you up by your hair and then wraps an arm around your neck and grabs and squeezes your boob with the other. She's kissing your neck, your shoulder blades, anywhere she can and then she leans her head on your shoulder and bites down, hard. You gasp at the feeling of her licking the wound. She grabs your face with the hand that had been squeezing your boob and brings you in for a desperate kiss. You can taste your blood on her tongue and you groan into her mouth. You can barely breathe from all the ecstasy you're feeling but you manage to rasp out: "You're just as fucked up and insane as me, doll, you can't deny it," she growls at your statement and grabs at your chin with the hand of the arm that had been round your neck, you gasp only to feel her middle and ring finger being shoved into your mouth so hard you gag.

You whine and cry around her fingers as you feel yourself getting close. You lean your head back on her shoulder and she plants small kisses on your cheek and temple. "You close love?" You nod as your eyes fall shut until you feel her other hand that's unoccupied snaking down to rub tight fast circles on your clit. You screamed around her fingers as tears fell down your cheeks and you came so hard you thought you died for a second. She keeps pumping in and out of you slowing down to a stop. She lowers you gently down to the bed and kisses a line down your back. "I'm gonna pull out." She pulls out quickly get gently and discards of the strap. You feel her weight shift as she grabs the keys for the handcuffs and undoes them . She rubs each wrist gently and leans down to press a kiss to both afterwards. She lays down next to you and brushes your hair out of your face and laughs as she sees your giddy smile and tired eyes. "You okay?"

"Mhm all good."

"You gotta get up and pee."

"No." You slam your face down into the bed and take no notice of Abby standing up until you feel her large hands grabbing your hips and lifting you up. "No, no, no." You claw at the bed but it's no use. She plops you on your feet and keeps her hands on your hips

"Come on, you know I'm doing you a favour." You huff and walk off to the ensuite as she goes to the kitchen to get some water for you both. When you walk in she's already laying in bed and you climb on top of her and entangle your legs with hers. You lay a hand on her chest without a word.

"Do I want to know what happened to your hand?"

Your eyes are closed and you look asleep but you reply quietly and bluntly. "I killed Luke."

"Oh."

"It had to be done."

"Yeah I know. Was it hard?"

"No. He screamed and cried like a little bitch but I expected nothing less. It doesn't make it harder for me, it does Johnny, but not me. I like it when they fight."

Abby strokes your hair and realises she didn't even have a reaction to what you just said. She didn't care, she didn't feel sorry for Luke, she didn't feel scared of you. She only cared that you were back in her arms. You both fell asleep together and for the first night since Dan she didn't have any nightmares. She slept soundly holding the monster she should be having nightmares about.

[matt-imagines-popcorn]

May I ask for some Romantic HCs for Chun li and Cammy White please?

 Yep sure can do! I thought it’ll be better to split Chun-li’s and Cammy’s apart however! So Cammy's will be out either today or tomorrow [depends whats already in queue or not!] Anyways ..

Being in a relationship with Chun Li HCs [GN! Reader]

Chun-li can’t help but be protective over you and Li-fen. She has many enemies watching her back and she couldn’t even live with herself if something were to ever happen to either one of you. She’s definitely going to have to teach you at least the basics of self-defense and how to handle certain weapons - perhaps have you met some of her old buds who also double as emergency contacts.

When Chun-Li was a little girl she often thought about meeting someone and starting a family. But as she grew older and became a detective the thought of finding love vanished. Though it has never been something she ever pushed away if it ever did cross her path. So, having the joy of not only meeting you but also falling in love with you really brought out her inner mushy side.

However, something Chun-Li likes more than having a potential romantic partner is being a mother. Keeping Li-fen safe and happy will always be its number one priority for Chun-li. Either you get on board with the parenting business or your guy's relationship isn’t going to last long. If you decide to stick around and help with parenting that's great! Perhaps the three of you could go on a little family date where Li-fen gets to know you better!

PDA isn’t completely off the table - but it is definitely under some restrictions regarding when and where it's okay for her. The most she’ll allow is holding your hand and maybe a quick smooch. In private, however, she becomes a big ol’ cuddle bug. Showing your face in quick sweet kisses as she nuzzles close for warmth. While she mostly takes her place as the little spoon, she doesn’t mind being the big spoon every once in a while.

Ooo Cute little idea that just popped up; If Chun-li kisses one cheek she has to kiss the other. I mean - you have two very kissable cheeks she might as well kiss them both! It's the same if you kiss her cheek as well - which can lead to you lightly teasing her, seeing her blush as she asks you to kiss the other.

Despite clearly enjoying physical touch, her love language is act of service. Sometimes she’s too busy to care for herself fully and often forgets to eat. So having her partner cook food for her [or order takeout if your cooking skills match hers] or help clean around the house and do other miscellaneous chores makes her feel so loved and appreciated she feels like tearing up a bit.  She is sure to help you the next time you need an extra hand.

Now, if we were talking about Chun-li in her younger years, she would’ve loved dates where she could go out partying and have fun. However, now that she already has a chaotic life, she prefers slow peaceful dates. Walking at the park, eating in a fancy restaurant, etc. As long as she isn’t all cooped up at the house she’s happy.

Edit: I only now realize that I forgot a whole paragraph. >:[ it's fixed now but still pretty annoyed about it

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 8 "No more Frankie"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is lowkey toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, self-hate (both characters), drug usage (coke), drinking, benny's house party, princess and fish love to argue, FRANKIE IS GETTING CUCKED, light smut, angst, oh yeah and a lot of angst, biting, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

AN: i was inspired by recent life events and these two songs: you don't go to parties by 5SOS wish you were sober by Conan Gray alone by halsey

inside the world of king of your heart

playlist

series mainlist | main masterlist

taglist: @hiroikegawa

'I'm sorry too but Frankie we can't be together if you don't trust me,'

You left Frankie when he fell asleep after going back to his bedroom for another round of sex. The drive home was silent, with no music playing beside your crying. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

You and Frankie were supposed to get married, have babies, and grow old together. You could see yourself having children with him. You never wanted kids until you fell in love with Frankie, your mother was right when she said to you about how you didn't ever want children. 

'When you meet the right person you'll want to have kids with them, it's not about procreating it's about expressing your love for each other. To have the best pieces of each other made into another human.'

You unlocked the apartment and saw Frankie's aero science book sitting on the coffee table. You glared at the book mocking your relationship, you were completely wiped out of Frankie's house but he is still set up at your apartment. You grabbed the book, shoved it into the junk drawer, and then slammed it back into place. 

Your gaze was wandering all over the apartment trying to find anything that was tied to Frankie. His holster, his pocket knife, and a hat that he wore once and shoved into the junk drawer too. Your anger was clouding your mind, time to move on, no more Frankie. 

Your body is tired and aching for rest but you comb through the entire apartment, going through the closet in the hallway for anything Frankie might own, going through the bathroom, the cabinets, and your closet.

There was a pile in the living room of anything Frankie left or gave to you which meant you didn't have a toolbox anymore. Sunlight creeps in and you are sweating from running around like a madman. 

You get an empty cardboard box from moving in and putting the pile of Frankie memorabilia. 

It was difficult readjusting back to a life without Frankie, without having someone to text first thing when you wake up in the morning. You just get ready for work and come home to eat takeout and watch old romance movies with a bottle of wine that changes day to day depending on how you feel after work. 

When poker night comes around, you grudgingly get dressed and went to Will's house hoping just to talk with his fiancee Charlotte. No Frankie that night or the next poker night, everyone was doleful when you wouldn't show up and Frankie did, and vice versa. Ben decided it was time for you and Frankie to face each other but maybe not in an intimate setting.

Benny's end-of-summer house party. He told you it was the pre-game before his infamous Halloween bash. You haven't been to a party since Halloween and well Ben had thrown quite a few of these house parties. You always hear about the next day when you go over to make sure the guys are alive, making them breakfast and getting them to clean up the house while you supervise. 

But here you were 3 months clean from Frankie and you were in a dress that Frankie just loves so much, a white cami top dress with pink roses decorating the center of the neckline, and the hem stopping a little bit short of the mid-thigh.

Why were you wearing this? Maybe to make Frankie wish he had tried harder with you.

Maybe to get some dick tonight whether from Frankie or some friend of Benny's. Maybe Frankie won't be there and you wore the dress for yourself. 

"Princess is here!" Pope yells with a beer in his hand almost having it spill out on your shoes. Your eyes dart around the room, seeing people you barely know and a lot of people you don't even know. Ben was coming right at you with a tray of shots. 

"You have to take these before you're allowed to make a drink," Ben hands you the first one of 4 shots. You throw them back inviting the burning in your throat, it was nice to feel a different kind of pain other than emotional.

You start to warm up while you walk into the kitchen and pull out your vodka that Benny hid away for you. The tartness of the cranberry juice and alcohol hit your tongue and downed the drink, a split second later you are mixing another drink.

The sliding door was opened and people going in and out, you looked around to see Mari making rounds with talking to everyone, the backyard caught your attention when you see Frankie talking to Charolette's maid of honor who was making herself comfortable on his lap. 

You roll your eyes grab the bottle of vodka and start drinking it straight. You were feeling the buzz and take a walk out of the crowd, there was your poison, Daniel from that terrible blind date. Might as take him up on his offer about having a big cock and knowing how to make a girl cum. 

"Well look who it is, Miss Princess," Daniel smirks from the couch and you sit down on his lap, you swing your legs over his thighs and play with the button on his collared shirt. 

"Hi Daniel, I've been thinking about showing how much fun I really am." You lean down to his ear and look out the window watching Frankie walking to the house. You dip into Daniel's neck and lightly graze his skin with your teeth. Then come back up, watching Frankie to the hallway, going into the first room on the left, the guestroom with an ensuite bathroom. 

You stand from the couch and hold your hand to Daniel, he quickly takes your hand. It was blind leading the blind, stumbling your way to the guestroom. You quickly slam the door, seeing the light of the bathroom on. Daniel was opening a tiny baggie with a white powder. He scoops some with a key and snorts it. 

Of course, the finance bro has a coke problem. 

"Want some?" Daniel scoops again and offers, you laugh and bring your nose to the key, sniffing the coke and burning your nostrils. You throw back your head and scrunch your nose, and he starts touching your body, extra sensitive to every motion.

Frankie shuts the sink off when he hears giggling and the door slamming. Moans fill the room, the hair on the back of his neck. He knows those moans, Frankie slowly opens the door just enough to see you riding the bastard Daniel, you were in reverse cowboy, playing with your tits and you looked Frankie right in the eyes. 

"So hot, princess!" Daniel pants, watching you bounce on his dick. Frankie gripped the door knob tighter almost ripping it from the door. 

Of course, this is how you want to be. Your hand slides down to your clit and draws tight little circles around it. 

"F-Fuck yes! Oh, you're so good!" You performed for the sake of Daniel's ego and for Frankie to see you getting pleasure from someone else.

You quickly succumb to your orgasm as Frankie gives you a glaring stare.

"Cum in me, baby," You continued to slamming yourself back down on Daniel's decent cock, nothing to be too fucked out of.

Frankie closes the door, quickly and quietly when Daniel spills his cum inside of you. He gets up and leaves to get another drink. You walk to the bathroom door and slip inside. Preparing you to face Frankie but there was the window above the tub opened and scuff marks from his boots on the tub. 

Frankie crawled out the window and tried to make his sudden appearance seem normal. His heart racing after watching you fuck another guy and came because Frankie just watching it happen. The image of your beautiful body on display made him hard even if you were having sex with someone else. 

You stumble out to the living room and see Daniel talking to a girl who is just equally as trashed as him. You find the vodka and make another drink before going to the backyard.

There were all the guys standing in a huddle, Pope saw you first and nudged Will and they broke apart and greeted you. Frankie stands there with hands in his pockets. Will apparently was being called over to his fiancee and Pope and Benny needed more to drink with cups still full.

Frankie breathes out and looks at your pupil's blown and glazed eyes. He never thought you would become this. He feels responsible for your destructive way of coping. 

"If you wanted to make me jealous, you could've just kissed the fucker not have sex with him." Frankie finally admitted his jealousy for anyone who even looked at you and is now jealous of Daniel for getting to have you the same way you had Frankie. 

"Frankie-"

 "I don't care that you fucked him. I care more about the fact that you did coke. Something you know that I've had past with." He was right. How could you do that? You know about the last time Frankie had his coke problem? What kind of friend does that?

Are you even still friends?

[bowandcurtsey]

Domestic Headcanons (Black Clover)

More from my idea box hehe (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ We're doing this all the way till it's Yami's birthday ♡ (17 Sept)

Characters: Yami, Zora, Zenon x f! reader tw: unchecked work, slight NSFW (mentions of sex), sorry but reader does have a few general traits that might not belong to everyone..

Yami Sukehiro

You guys still stay in the base but if you want a place on your own, the captain respects your wishes but you both find a small cozy place near the base.

Yami doesn't really care about the aesthetics of the house so he lets you pick whatever you want so long as it's not over the top expensive. He only wants a place to sleep and read his papers.

Surprisingly, he actually does basic cleaning and will help you with simple cleaning like laundry or dusting the place. He hates doing the dishes because everything is small and fragile there.

Sometimes the kids (the bulls) come over and he'll ask them to help him with housechores.

COOKS. He actually enjoys cooking for the both of you. He didn't do it at the base because nobody gonna beat Charmy with that but when it's the both of you, he actually likes experimenting different dishes and recreating his home town dishes.

Sometimes you cook and he enjoys it too. He's not that picky with food so he eats whatever but he'll have his own weird way of eating, ie adding sauce or soup.

He sleeps in sooo much he's late to everything and finral and asta has to come knocking at your door way too often to get him to wake up.

The kids low key prefer to come over to your place because Yami cannot get angry and smash things, he'll be kneeling on the washing board for about a day, depending on what he broke.

He has his favourite chair that can incline and he does a lot in there, taking naps, reading papers, drinking his coffee.

You guys always bicker about whose turn is it to do the chores but Yami ends up doing it anyway.

When he goes on missions and you're alone, he makes sure someone accompanies you at home or you stay in the base instead. Calls back everyday or when he can to check on your safety.

He absolutely loves coming home to you. Whether it's seeing you taking a nap, doing house chores, chilling on the sofa. He mad loves coming home to your shared home and you.

Oh besides sleeping naked? He has now upgraded to walking around the house bare or in his underwear only. You just have to get used to it.

Sex. Everywhere. Need I explain more? You cannot think of anywhere that you did not have sex at. The floors, the tables, any corner, furniture, rooms. Yep. Your husband loves this aspect of having your own house.

Zora Ideale

Your shared house is a mess. This boy dumps everything everywhere. He says it's organised mess. But it's true, he knows where everything is when he wants to find them.

He cleans if you tell him to. You'll have to give him instructions though. Like which rag to use, where the mop is. He'll do his best because "happy wifey is happy life."

Cooking? Nope. If you don't cook he'll order takeouts or whatever leftovers there is in the house. Yup, when you're not around the cat and him eats leftovers or he'll steal the chicken that you prepared for the cat.

He's very enthusiastic in your bi weekly grocery shopping. Because that means he can buy more instant and junk food. You have no idea how he stays so slim when he eats all those junk.

He also buys all the weird stuff like funny looking gloves or house slippers that can clean the floor at the same time, or a bottle opener that is shaped like a dick.

He has his own study room where he explores and creates spells and on seasons where he is invested in making and studying a spell, the house gets surprisingly clean because he doesn't have time to mess it up. He doesn't even get out of them room until you drag him out.

Similar to Yami, he can have sex anywhere and everywhere in the house. Once you guys had sex on the balcony / yard and the neighbours were in their house and you could see them if you just looked around the corner. But there's no stopping this cheeky red head of yours.

Zenon Zogratis

He initially wanted servants at your new place but you outright refused. He succumbed when you said you wanted time alone with him and him ONLY. Yeap. That got his imaginations running and so he agreed.

He doesn't really like anything bright coloured but you were surprised he'll let you have a few pieces in colours that you like. (that is if you like other colour out of black or grey) He low key loves blue and your e/c so he's more accepting of things that are in those colours.

You definitely have a wine fridge because this man loves his wine. Other than that, he leaves most things to you because he knows that you'll be the one spending more time in the house than him.

Ever since you moved in though, you're happy to see him home more often. It's his safe and happy place and he finds himself starting to relax and focusing on you more.

He likes the place cleaned spick and span but he doesn't want you to lift a finger, so he hires servants to come over to clean daily or every other day. They come for a few hours and then leave, so you could use your time to do other stuff.

If there was an accident while the cleaners are not around, he'll clean it up immediately.

You love cooking for him, because he loves whatever you make. He's always looking forward to coming home to eat your meals and you make it a thing to learn and improve on your cooking.

If he has to leave for missions, which are often, he'll make sure the place is tightly guarded with extra body guards and they report to him every 2-3 hours.

He'll also be down to have sex anywhere as long as you're comfortable. So he's less extreme compared to Yami and Zora. But sex on dining tables, kitchen counters or the sofa? Yes. But he'll definitely prefer the bed the most.

[cuddlepilefics]

I could really use a hug right about now

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickies: Seungmin & Jeongin

Caregivers: Stray Kids

Prompt @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Jeongin always loved when him and Seungmin had vocal lessons together. It was more fun attending his lessons with a friend by his side and he truly admired Seungmin’s voice and perfectionism. That was also why the maknae was truly enjoying tonight. After a video call event in the late morning and a lengthy dance practice with their group in the afternoon, the pair was heading to their vocal lesson. Though they were quite winded from the past hours spent dancing, the mood was light. Jeongin gave Seungmin a dimpled smile in anticipation, making the older chuckle at his cuteness. “How about we grab a late-night dinner on our way back to the dorm later?”, Seungmin proposed. They didn’t have the time to eat between dance practice and their vocal lesson but were surely hungry after dancing for so long. Nodding eagerly, Jeongin knocked on the studio door and bowed when their teacher let them in.

It was almost midnight when their lesson ended and although the two vocalists were tired, they were in a good mood. That was also why they decided to eat at a small diner down the street instead of just grabbing takeout and heading back to their dorm. Considering it was pretty warm for a late summer night, they got a table outside and settled in comfortably. Seungmin’s stomach growled loudly, flustering the boy and making his dongsaeng laugh: “Guess it really is time for dinner, isn’t it?” – “Mhm, feel like I’m starving”, Seungmin mumbled, still blushing a bit. Luckily, they didn’t have too long for their food to be served and they eagerly dug in.

By the time Seungmin had finished his portion, his stomach felt heavy. Resting his hand on his tummy, he realized that he might have overdone it after going hungry for so long. At the same time, Jeongin had only eaten half of his food but was already slowing down significantly. “Ugh, can’t believe I’m full already”, the younger muttered, placing down his chopsticks, “I was so hungry earlier but I don’t think I can finish this.” Seungmin furrowed his brows as he glanced at his dongsaeng’s plate. Jeongin really hadn’t eaten much but if he said he was full…. “You wanna head home?”, the older asked softly before taking a sip of his water. Pushing his plate away, Jeongin nodded but remained quiet, so Seungmin paid for them and hummed: “Straight home or should we take a detour through the park? Enjoy one of the last warm nights this year….” – “Park sounds good”, the younger mumbled, “Might help the food to digest before we go to bed.”

Jeongin was soon regretting his decision. His stomach had started to hurt not long after they left the diner, making him wince. It had only been a little uncomfortable and bloated, which was why he had wanted to go for a walk in the first place, hoping it’d help it settle, but now his stomach was churning and he just wanted to get home. “Hyung?”, Jeongin mumbled hesitantly, earning a hum. “Could we cut our walk a bit shorter? I’m pretty tired.” Seungmin easily agreed, feeling sluggish after eating.

Just wanting to lie down, Jeongin skipped taking a shower and made a beeline for his bed as soon as they were home. He curled up under his blanket, hoping to fall asleep fast, so he could sleep off his stomachache. Seungmin could hear Hyunjin and Felix bickering in the Aussie’s room as they tried a new videogame. The vocalist grabbed a change of clothes from his room before making his way to the bathroom. He felt drained but wanted to wash off the sweat from dance practice before he’d go to bed. Muffling a burp into his fist, Seungmin stepped into the shower and let the hot water rush over him. He was frustrated with himself. His stomach looked huge with how full and bloated he was and he couldn’t help reprimanding himself for not paying attention to his limits. Why couldn’t he be like Jeongin? Paying attention to his body and listening to its signals. No, he just had to stuff himself to the brink.

Afraid he’d wake up with heartburn if he went to sleep right away, Seungmin headed to the kitchen after washing up. Maybe a cup of tea would ease the uncomfortably full feeling in his tummy. He got comfortable on the couch as he waited for his tea to cool to drinking temperature. Listening to his friends’ muffled banter, Seungmin couldn’t help but envy them but mostly he envied Jeongin for being able to go to bed, while he himself was exhausted too. It took a while for Seungmin to realize just how wrong he was.

He had just finished his tea and went to place his cup into the sink when he heard shuffling footsteps approach him. “Hey, you still up?”, Seungmin asked softly, when Jeongin leant against the kitchen counter next to him. The maknae gave a pathetic nod and scrubbed at his face. When he lowered his hands, Seungmin winced at how ghostly pale he looked in the dim light. The older gently touched Jeongin’s shoulder, causing him to move away, clearly uncomfortable. Lowering his hand, Seungmin whispered: “What’s wrong?” Jeongin gave a shaky laugh as he slipped a trembling hand under his t-shirt. “I-I think”, he admitted, “Dinner’s- dinner’s not really agreeing with- with me.” As if to prove his point, his stomach gave a loud groan. Stifling a queasy burp, Jeongin broke into a cold sweat and closed his eyes. “You okay?”, Seungmin frowned, watching his dongsaeng grow even paler. When the younger anxiously shook his head, Seungmin rushed to clear out the sink.

Jeongin felt his mouth water as he squeezed his eyes shut. He knew he should go to the bathroom but moving felt impossible. Feeling a hand on his arm, the youngest allowed Seungmin to tug him in front of the sink. The few steps were already enough for Jeongin to lose the fight against his rebelling stomach, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the kitchen counter, gagging. Seungmin held his breath as he watched his dongsaeng throw up. He wanted to comfort Jeongin but knew the younger wouldn’t be too fond of being touched right now. Instead, he went to the fridge and poured the maknae a glass of water. “You’re okay”, Seungmin promised, wincing at the splattering sounds of Jeongin losing his dinner.

When Jeongin caught a break, the older handed him the glass, watching him take a tentative sip. The maknae was trembling, weakly leaning against the counter as he tried to calm his stomach. Pulling up a chair from the dining table, Seungmin hummed: “Come on, let’s sit down for a bit.” Jeongin sank into the chair and pulled his legs up to his chest, shakily wiping a few tears away. He didn’t really know what had come over him, having felt fine all evening. “Can I touch you?”, Seungmin asked softly and gently felt his dongsaeng’s forehead when the boy gave a nod, “You don’t feel overly warm to me. How long has your stomach been bothering you?” – “Only started when we were eating dinner”, Jeongin replied hoarsely.

Hyunjin and Felix had just ventured out of the Aussie’s room to grab some snacks when they came across the pitiful scene in the kitchen. Jeongin felt flustered by the sudden attention, glad that Seungmin explained what was going on to their friends, so he wouldn’t have to talk. “I-I really- I really do think it was- was my dinner”, the youngest added quietly. Drawing a shaky breath, Jeongin winced: “I felt fine all day but now my tummy really hurts.” – “Okay, do you think you need to be sick again?”, Hyunjin asked as he crouched next to his dongsaeng’s chair. Burying his face in his arms, the younger whimpered: “Not right now but pretty sure at some point.” – “Should we go back to your room? I’ll fetch a bucket, so you can lay down and rest?”, Hyunjin offered, his heart aching at how small their maknae looked curled up so tightly in his seat. The dancer ended up carrying Jeongin back to bed as the youngest’s stomach cramped up when he tried to stand up straight.

Seungmin had just collected the bucket from their closet of cleaning supplies and brought it to Jeongin’s room. The younger was curled up in bed, while Hyunjin had pulled up his dongsaeng’s desk chair. Jeongin was always a bit shy when it came to skinship. He wasn’t overly fond of it and it got even more complicated when he wasn’t feeling his best. In those situations, he sometimes couldn’t handle being touched at all or he’d do a complete 180 and crave the comfort it could bring.

Felix waited for Seungmin to return from Jeongin’s room and when he did, the Aussie hummed: “Are you feeling okay?” When the younger gave him a confused look, Felix added: “You looked almost as pale as Innie when we found you guys.” – “Oh”, Seungmin stammered with an awkward laugh, “When we went for dinner, I was so hungry that I didn’t pay any attention to my limits, so I’m kinda queasy and witnessing that didn’t really help.” – “I’m pretty sure Hyunjin-hyung has Innie handled, so do you wanna watch a movie with me? Distract yourself till the food settled”, the Aussie smiled. Since Felix’ TV was still on, he took his dongsaeng to his room and told him to get comfortable.

They’ve only been watching for maybe twenty minutes when Felix felt Seungmin grow restless next to him. He shot the younger a questioning look but the vocalist remained quiet. Feeling his stomach churn, Seungmin really hoped the movie would drown out the sounds because it’d be embarrassing if Felix could hear that. Seungmin kept fussing with his shirt, irritated by the seams itching his skin as he started to sweat. He eventually excused himself and hurried to the bathroom, gritting his teeth. As soon as Seungmin had locked himself in and turned on the shower, he removed his shirt. His mouth water and he could feel sweat trickle down his bare back as he paced in front of the toilet. The memory of Jeongin choking up his dinner invaded his thoughts and sent him scrambling over the toilet bowl.

Hugging his middle, Seungmin retched. This couldn’t be happening. He squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach lurched, forcing up a large wave of his dinner. His head spun as he kept throwing up barely able to catch his breath in between. No, he really shouldn’t have eaten that much. Seungmin’s eyes watered as his drew in a shaky breath. He hurriedly flushed the toilet, afraid the sight and smell of his stomach contents would send him over the edge again. Turning off the shower, the boy rinsed his mouth and splashed some cold water in his face. He reached for his towel and weakly wiped away the sweat before putting his shirt back on and rejoining Felix on his bed.

The dancer had already started to worry when his friend took a while to return but for him to just wordlessly take a seat was odd. Asking the younger of he was okay, Felix only received a nod as the vocalist pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. The Aussie was rather certain he was being lied to as he had heard the shower running. Why would Seungmin take a shower in the middle of their movie? He didn’t want to call the other out decided to wait whether the younger would speak up.

When the incident repeated itself, Felix waited anxiously for the other to return. He had heard a strained heave over the running water and winced in sympathy. This time it took longer for Seungmin to return and when he did, his eyes were red rimmed. “I made some tea”, Felix said softly, handing it to his friend once the younger had gotten settled again, “Might calm your stomach down a bit.” That was also when Seungmin spotted the trashcan pulled up next to the Aussie’s bed. “I’m not stupid”, the dancer sighed at Seungmin’s deer-in-the-headlights-expression, “How many showers are you going to take in one hour?” A tear spilled down the boy’s cheek, so Felix hummed: “Are you okay now?” Seungmin nodded but whispered: “I thought I had only overeaten but now…. Might be food poisoning though I didn’t eat the same as Innie, it was still from the same place.” – “Sounds pretty likely”, the older agreed, rubbing Seungmin’s back as the boy took a sip of tea, “Where exactly did you eat, so I can make sure to never go there?”

With 3racha still at the studio, Felix texted their groupchat informing all of them to not eat at the diner their two maknae had gotten food poisoning from. It took all of two minutes for Minho to poke his head into the Aussie’s room. Reading the message, he had gone to check on his dongsaengs right away. Jeongin had gone back to sleep with Hyunjin dozing in his chair next to him. Seungmin was slowly sipping his tea when Minho checked on him, insisting: “I’ll be fine. Threw up and my tummy’s really upset but it’s okay.” – “That doesn’t sound fine but I’m glad you’re hanging in there. Anything I can do to help?”, the older frowned. Shaking his head, Seungmin mumbled: “Just gotta wait it out. Might throw up again but I dunno.” As Felix traced his back, the younger whispered: “Can you keep doing that? ‘s really nice.” Seeing that the Aussie had it handled, Minho went back to Jeongin’s room to wake Hyunjin. The dancer would be incredibly sore tomorrow if he slept in that chair all night.

This time, Jeongin was awake, panting softly as he hugged his aching stomach. He didn’t really want to use the bucket but was too shaky to make it to the bathroom on his own, so when the door creaked open revealing Minho, he shot his hyung a desperate look. “Bathroom?”, the dancer asked, earning an urgent nod. Clutching the other’s arm, Jeongin stumbled to the bathroom and crashed to his knees in front of the toilet. Minho reached out to pat his dongsaeng’s back but the younger flinched away from his touch, so he could only watch helplessly as the maknae gagged.

3racha quickly ended their session at the studio and made their way to their friends’ dorm. They found Seungmin curled up on the couch, his head on Felix’ lap as the dancer played with his hair. The two had moved from Felix room to wait in the living room when they heard their friends shuffling around in the hallway. Seungmin really wanted to check on his only dongsaeng once the boy was done throwing up, so Felix kept him company. “Hey, you feeling okay, Min?”, Chan asked as he kicked off his shoes and crouched next to the couch. The vocalist nodded wordlessly but the angry gurgle coming from his stomach told a different tale.

In the bathroom, Minho handed Jeongin some mouthwash. The youngest felt so weak still after catching his breath and he held onto the sink as he rinsed his mouth. Still not really sure if the boy would be okay with being touched, Minho stayed a step behind as they walked to the living room, close enough to be able to catch his dongsaeng though if the younger fell. He didn’t see the tears trailing down Jeongin’s face upon spotting their leader and was surprised when the youngest whimpered: “I-I could- I could really use a- a hug… right about now.” Not missing a beat, Chan opened his arms for Jeongin and let the boy cry into his chest while Minho rubbed his back. They stayed like that for a moment before the maknae’s legs grew too shaky and he found himself being manhandled onto the second couch. Seungmin shot his friend a sympathetic smile, which the other tried to return though it turned out more of a grimace.

Jeongin didn’t dare lie down yet, so Minho took a seat next to him and let him rest his head on his shoulder. Hyunjin had been woken up by all the commotion and helped Chan set up the living room with buckets and towels, while Felix found some boring documentary to watch. Seungmin was glad that Jeongin was there now too, so the attention wouldn’t be entirely on him. He was grateful though when Changbin brought him another cup of ginger tea and Jisung made sure both of the maknaes had a hot water bottle to soothe the cramps while they had to wait out their misery.

[queerpanikkar]

let’s go together

“Did you have some sort of popcorn emergency?” he asks instead. “Like, oh my god we were eating popcorn and then a ladder truck fell from the ceiling and now Eddie’s in the hospital so we couldn’t clean this up, emergency?”

Buck coughs. It’s slight, but sets off warning bells in Ravi’s head. “Actually,” Buck mutters, “Someone died.”

700 words 

Ravi doesn’t know much about the A-shift these days. Things happen—people are needed elsewhere, Ravi’s too afraid to be on A-shift without Lucy there to normalize things, you know how it is—and he’s taken up residence with the cool and ordinary B-shift where none of the firefighters are in gay love with each other and people only almost die every other month instead of every other week.

It’s a bit boring, but he thinks he could use the break. Actually, after being traumatized by chainsaws and not two, but three white man, one of whom turned out to be a murderer (all caps), he thinks he deserves a break. Maybe a vacation. One that doesn’t end with his father having a stroke and driving a car through the wall of his house.

They are so weird. Ravi thinks he might become religious again to start praying for them. Anyway, this is just a long-winded way of saying, that when there’s popcorn spilt over the couch and B-shift is intersecting with the problem children, he takes it upon himself to help out a little, and grabs the dust pan from the broom closet.

Well, he pauses, and tries a few—stale and too buttery, but still more edible than Ana’s muffins. Makes sure no one catches him in the act because they all think he lives in some sort of quasi-frat house where they live on microwave pizza and takeout. As if Marcus doesn’t exclusively shop in the Organic Section and rack up their bill by a hundred dollars.

“What are you doing?” Buck wonders, gratingly. Ravi shudders with some Pavlovian reaction and holds up the dust pan without looking at him.

“Did you have some sort of popcorn emergency?” he asks instead. “Like, oh my god we were eating popcorn and then a ladder truck fell from the ceiling and now Eddie’s in the hospital so we couldn’t clean this up, emergency?”

Buck coughs. It’s slight, but sets off warning bells in Ravi’s head. “Actually,” Buck mutters, bleak and exhausted and yearning for hope that he expects Ravi to give him. “We lost someone today. Sorry, one of us should’ve cleaned it up. It’s just—”

“You don’t have to—” Ravi cuts himself off with a frustrated tsk. He motions to the slightly less popcorn-y side of the sofa, and Buck sinks into it like a marionette doll with all of its strings cut. 

Ravi sits on the coffee table across from him. They’re both so tall that their knees keep knocking into each other, but neither of them move. They’re friends—Ravi knows that—but it aches sometimes, to see Buck so immutably sad.

Buck’s mouth purses into a scowl. “We should get our lives together.”

Ravi splutters. Like, yeah, Buck’s sad, but Ravi did not sign up to have a joint-existential crisis. He gets enough of that as a Hashtag Zillenial. 

“Who is we?” he demands. “I am—my life is so great. It’s like—the opposite of Ned Fulmer’s life right now. Maybe you should be having this conversation with him, did you ever think of that?”

Buck squints. “Who is Ned?” he asks. “Is he on B-shift?”

“Maybe you should be on the B-shift,” Ravi replies, both fiercely and nonsensically.

That gets a smug grin out of him. “Why?” Buck asks. “Miss me?”

Ravi mocks him—”Whymissme?”—and then, because he doesn’t know how to leave well enough alone and Buck sorta reminds him of that dumpster cat behind his apartment that he’s trying to convince Sebastian to adopt, “So what happened on the call, exactly?”

Buck stares at something behind Ravi. Though, unless they’ve got a station paranormal demon, which Ravi wouldn’t put past them, there’s nothing there. “I have a problem with old men.”

“Okay.”

He explains it to Ravi in bits—a kid or the old man, their conversation, “I think I get it now”, the crush injury.

It’s been a hell of a day.

“Hmmm,” Ravi considers afterwards, because he’s not going to make it worse for himself and think about death and dying any more than he has to. “I guess it puts into perspective what’s really important, right? Like, I’m sure he gets it. All dying people remember are their regrets.”

“What if I don’t want any regrets?” Buck murmurs, as if Ravi didn’t just learn how to read 20 years ago. 

“Well then, I guess you gotta go for it.” Ravi wonders if they’re talking about Eddie Diaz. “Maybe you should go to your own happy meal convention.”

“Right,” Buck says distractedly. Which, wow, Ravi just made the joke of all time. “Thanks, man.”

“Oh, anytime,” Ravi replies (actually, let’s not do this again ever), and tries not to make cleaning up popcorn a metaphor for friendship.

[notsolocalsimp]

Rotten Ribbons

Chapter Eight

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he tried to cook, but it didn't go as planned. he had made a mess of his kitchen, flour was scattered on the apron he wore, and all over the counters, who knew making bread rolls was so hard! he already prepared a simple meal of ramen, but he wanted to add something more to it. and now his kitchen was a mess he'd have to clean up later, the ramen was getting cold since he made it to early, and he just used brick ramen anyway. . . he can't cook for shit!

with a frustrated huff, he threw the ramen container in the trash, grumbling under his breath about how shitty this was. he had barely managed to keep a lid on the ramen after pouring it all over the counter. what a mess.

"ugh, why is this so horrible" he sighed, pulling his hair into a messy bun and looking at the recipe again, "why do I even need salt for something that's supposed to be sweet? it's banana bread!"

there was a knock at the door, and it happened to be you, he rushed over to the door, not even bothering to take off the flour covered apron. when he opened the door you took one look at him and began laughing.

"You look like a mess Aizawa!" you snickered "anywho, how's the cooking going?"

"oh it's. . . fine." he lied, avoiding eye contact.

You raised an eyebrow at his response, clearly not buying his lie. "hm. . . okay?"

"Look, I'm just. . . not the greatest at cooking. . ." he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I can tell" you chuckled again, setting the box you were carrying on the flour covered counter. "I also made some mint scones for dessert, but I think we might have to clean this mess up first. . ."

"We? no no no, I made the mess, I'll clean it up" he insisted, grabbing a small broom and dustpan from the linen closet, and began sweeping the mess off the counters "we can just order takeout"

"or we can cook together?" you offered with a grin, picking up the ramen and rice ball ingredients. "I know your favorite food is ramen, so I thought we could start there."

"...i guess you're right..." he relented.

"good!" you grinned at the defeated tone he spoke with and set the groceries back on the counter before heading towards the oven and grabbing a pot to boil the water. as you wanted for the water to boil, you offered a scone to Aizawa while he waited.

"I feel like I should be helping, not eating the scones you brought." he deadpanned, shaking the flour off his apron

"I don't trust you near an oven, Aizawa." you deadpanned "not after what I saw"

"wow" he had a hurt expression, before sighing "I mean I wouldn't trust myself near an over either. but still."

you chuckled, shaking your head before continuing to gather ingredients. after the water had begun boiling, you had managed to gather everything you needed, which included a large bowl of water, a wooden spoon, a plate of maruchan noodle bricks, and two plates that you filled with the extra ingredients.

"can you cut these?" you gestured to the two plates of extra ingredients.

"yeah, sure," aizawa grabbed a knife from the knife block and began cutting the Ingredients at the dining table as you cooked the noodles

once the noodles were done you added the broth seasoning packets because you were too lazy to make regular broth. Aizawa handed you the chopped ingredients and you began preparing the bowls.

"And. . . Done!" you said happily as you set the two bowls on the table before looking for the silverware. "uhh. . . where's your silverware at?"

"that drawer." he gestures to the drawer between the fridge and oven.

"thanks." you went to grab two forks, and handed one to him.

He slid the fork into the bowl of ramen and stirred the noodles before adding a bit of sauce.

the two of you ate quietly for a few moments.

"hey um, about the other day. . ." he began "I'm really sorry for taking you for granted even though you cooked for me, and then saved this night by cooking for us. . . again"

"oh it's fine, it's really not a big deal," you smiled, before taking another bite of ramen. "really"

he stared down at his bowl in disbelief. "so you just forgive me without a second thought?"

you rolled your eyes playfully before taking a bite of noodles. "of course, why wouldn't I?"

". . . because I was an asshole who took what you did for granted, and then when I try to properly thank you you have to go and save the day" he deadpanned

"well don't you need a break from saving the day? Mr underground hero." you laughed, pointing your fork at him teasingly.

"what's that suppose to mean?"

you looked up at him, feigning innocence and shrugging "you've been working hard lately."

"so you think I haven't worked hard enough?" he smirked mockingly.

"no way, you're working harder than ever!" you retorted defensively. "your literally a teacher and a pro hero! how are you not exhausted?"

"I mean I get 8 hours of sleep every day. . . I think" he admitted, blushing lightly and running his fingers through his dark hair, scratching lightly at the back of his head.

"okay, whatever you say Aizawa." you shook your head and picked up your drink. "now, about the normal dinner topics, what are your interests?" you asked curiously, leaning forward and resting the plastic rim against your lips once more.

he shrugged. "I mean I like cats." he then stood of and made a pot of coffee

"uhh, you realize it's like 7pm right?"

"yeah? and?" he turned around to face you with a mug full of hot coffee in hand.

"and what do you plan on doing for your evening once I leaveif I may ask?" you asked.

a mischievous grin slowly spread across his face as he walked towards your, standing behind you. "sleeping, I'm exhausted"

"I mean I can leave now if you want."

"no, finish eating at least while I think of conversation topics" he protested

"I can just look some up" you pulled out your phone and searched 'conversation topics for dinner with a friend' and quoted one "number one, what's a super common thing you've never done or experienced?"

"getting shampoo in my eyes" he curtly responded drinking his scorching hot coffee with a deadpan expression

"two things" you began "one, how the hell have you not gotten Soap in your eyes with that mop on your head? and two, that just come out the pot, isn't it hot?"

"how dare you speak to my hair like that!" he exclaimed, acting offended. "don't talk about my hair with such disrespect!"

"sorry" you chuckled "so, number two, opinion of pineapples on pizza" you asked

"never." he answered simply, sitting back down at the table. "I feel like the only fruit that should go on a pizza is tomatoes, and that's only for the sauce"

you continued to scroll through questions "number three, If you could choose anyone, who would you have narrate your inner monologue?"

"Kevan Brighting" you both said at the same time before laughing a bitawkwardly.

"um... okay." you giggled nervously, not used to having conversations quite like these with someone you didn't know very well yet. it wasn't like your relationship was completely new, you had met before, but it seemed like you would have to reacquaint yourself with each other sooner than later...

"these questions kind of suck. . . maybe we could just watch a movie or something" you offered "Maybe The Mask?"

"sure, I like that movie" he kneeled down to go through his CDs, and pulled out The Mask after a minute or so of searching. "here it is."

after putting on the DVD, you turned towards Aizawa and noticed he was already asleep. you decided to sit and finish the movie after covering him with a blanket covered with kitties.

you then wrote a note that said: 'I took care of the dishes and then went home, I hope that was okay!' before standing up and grabbing your bag, and heading home

once you got home you greeted your Norwegian Forest cat, Fudge, with a smile before feeding them and heading to bed. as you stared up at the ceiling, you thought about how funny it was that Aizawa wasn't great at cooking, maybe you could teach him sometime? or at least, he'd get better if you helped him a lot more often

[saltyshrimpzz]

The taste of chocolate

It had been a rough week. Laura sighed as she leaned back in her seat and stretched her slightly stiff limbs. She looked at the clock that was ticking on the wooden wall next to her.

It was 5.30 pm and Travis would be home in a bit. 

She smiled, thinking about the Sheriff. It had been a long journey for both of them, but she was happy. She was taking her classes online after talking to her professors. She still had to be present, but they would give her the exact date beforehand so she could prepare. Those weeks were the worst because she was only back in North Kill on the Weekends to see Travis before she had to go back and Study. 

Good thing she was in her last semester before she finally could work as a veterinarian like she always had dreamed of. Travis had talked to the local one and Dr. Gold was more than happy to have her in his clinic. He was getting old and a young and new member of his staff would be a great thing to have.

She stood up after hearing the crunch of the gravel, the familiar police cruiser pulling up before their patio. Laura walked over to the front door and opened it, leaning against the frame and smiling upon seeing the tired-looking Sheriff. He smiled when he saw her, a little plastic bag in hand and another small box in his other one.

“Hey” she said softly.

“Hey” he answered.

She closed her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips, a soft hum rumbled through the taller man's frame, smiling against her plush, soft lips. When they parted, Laura smiled gently, her hands wandering from his neck to his cheeks, cupping them as her thumb gently caressed his cheekbones.

“M’glad your back… how was work?” She asked softly, their faces still close. 

Travis nuzzled her nose and smiled. “Shitty… someone tried to rob Mrs. Anderson's shop in broad daylight. Punks gettin’ real crazy as of late.”

A deep sigh rolled off his lips, pressing them to hers again before leaning back.

“Let’s get inside, I brought take-out”

Laura giggled and stepped inside, him following suit. He set the bag on the kitchen counter and looked at her, smiling. His Laura… His angel. No matter how often he’d look at her, sometimes it felt so surreal having her here in his lodge, living together as a pair. He watched her, her golden locks swayed softly as she worked on getting the food out of their boxes and onto plates before bringing them to the small dining table they had next to the kitchen. He looked at the box that was still in his hand. A black one with a golden bow, a thank you, from Mrs. Anderson.

“Travis? You comin’?”

“Yea, sorry… uh, here. That's what Mrs. Anderson gave me as a “Thank you”... I think it's chocolate and I thought you might like it because you've been studying so hard the past few weeks.” He smiled, his cheeks coloring in a soft red. He always thought blushing would go away with age, turns out that having a younger lover did quite the opposite. She always made sure to challenge him, in and out of bed.

“Nice! I ate the last today! This will be life-saving!” Laura said happily, clapping her hands together as she took the box and walked back to their little office space… well originally it was Travis's office, he just let her there because the wifi wasn’t as shitty in there. The Sheriff chuckled and shook his head.

“Ma'am, just how much did ya eat?”

“Ohhh~ I dunno? Maybe one or two bars? Why? You're gonna arrest me for eating sweets?”

She eyed him with a challenge in her eyes. He huffed and shook his head.

“No, not today, sweetheart.”

Laura booed and stuck out her tongue, which made the older male laugh softly. 

He looked at her in disbelief. His tough and very strong girlfriend. He never thought she would have such a sweet tooth… Ah, to be young again. She can eat as much as she wanted and she would not gain one pound, he on the other side? If he'd had as many sweets as she did it would bring him to an early grave. He shook his head and smiled, sitting down to eat the Chinese takeout he brought home. *The next morning* Travis was already gone. Laura snuggled into his side of the bed, taking in his scent. She hated it when he had to leave early for work. Good thing it was Friday so they had the weekend for themselves. She peeled herself out of the soft bed and stretched. She wore short gray shorts and an old washed-out “Billy Talent” T-shirt that she had taken from Travis. She had been surprised that the stuck-up cop that locked her and Max up in a cell for 2 months actually liked Punk rock. She sighed, smiling to herself as she put on her fuzzy socks and walked into the kitchen to make herself coffee. After she also made some toast, she was walking with a mug and plate in hand, to the office to get some assignments done.

She only listened half-heartedly to her professor's lecture. He was the worst, his voice monotone as he talked, talked, and talked…

She sighed and looked at the black box. She could use a snack… It was already 3 pm and she felt a light craving for sweets. She opened the box and felt her mouth water. The chocolate inside looked fucking delicious and very high-end. What a nice treat.

Laura took the first one out of the golden wrapping paper and looked at the small chocolate ball. She took in the scent. It smelled sweet, sweeter than she thought it would. She shrugged and popped it into her mouth, humming in delight as the rich, sweet flavor hit her tongue. She gasped when she felt a sweet-tasting liquid fill her mouth. She chewed happily, her feet wiggling in the air as she made a small happy dance.

She took another one and moaned. They tasted really good! She would need to tell Travis to get her more of those. She chuckled and sat back at her laptop, yawning as she continued listening to her professor.

Half an hour later Laura furrowed her brows, not in concentration, no. She felt… restless. She had been rubbing her knees together for a little while now, and the itch in her abdomen felt strange, like a wildfire slowly spreading. She could feel her cheeks becoming warm and flushed as she tried to listen to the lecture. After 10 minutes of restless trying she excused herself for not feeling well and slammed the laptop shut. Her breath was coming out puffy. She could feel a throb of heat blossoming between her thighs. She shook her head as the sudden wave of horniness surprised her. She and Travis fucked on almost a daily basis… that couldn’t be it, right? Her gaze fell onto the open box of chocolate. She took the box and inspected it. 

“Love Chocolate”

“Great” she thought. She sighed and decided to take care of it herself before Travis came home because no way in hell she would survive another 2 hours. She felt the wetness between her folds, making her panties damp in anticipation.

She walked to their bedroom, discarding the shorts and panties before flopping herself onto the mattress and burying her face into Travis`s pillow, breathing in the warm scent of pine cones and burned wood. 

Laura sighed softly as her hand slowly wandered down her soft-toned stomach and to her throbbing pussy. 

She mewled when her finger brushed against her clit, slowly circling it. Her mouth fell open and her eyes were already watered as she sobbed, a wave of relief washed over her as she finally, finally able to scratch that itch a little, but it wasn't enough. She rubbed her clit directly and moaned as a wave of electricity ran through her body. She worked on herself, wetness gathering and probably dripping down on their sheets, but she didn't care. All she cared for was getting that awful feeling to go away. Her free hand wandered under the T-Shirt she wore, she thanked herself for not putting on a bra this morning as she kneaded and massaged her mounts, tweaking her nipples to full hardness, She moaned as she pressed herself more into the mattress, her back arching as she mewled shamelessly. One hand kneaded her breast as the other one inched closer to her soaking folds.

Oh, how she wished Travis's skilled tongue would just slither inside her velvet walls, eat her out and make her cum, cum, cum. She gasped as her finger slipped inside, pumping in and out of her wet entrance. She came for the first time shortly after curling her fingers.

She sobbed, it wasn't the same without him. She tried and tried and tried! But her fingers weren’t as big as his and not as long. She let out a frustrated huff as she just couldn’t reach the spot she wanted to scratch so badly, hoping the itch would go away.

She moaned, her body shaking as she worked on herself, cumming yet again with a loud sob and the Sheriff’s name on her lips.

Hours go by and she still felt so feverish, so utterly horny. She didn’t even notice the cruiser pulling up on their pavement and didn’t hear the front door opening.

“Laura? Sweetheart?” he said. He looked around, his brows furrowed. This was weird. Normally Laura would either wait at the door or would come out of one of the rooms and greet him. Just as he wanted to call out for her again he heard something. He stayed still, not moving a muscle when he heard it again. A moan.

He looked at the slightly ajar door to their bedroom. For a moment he wondered if he heard it correctly, but after hearing another moan and a breathless “Travis” he knew he was correct. His ears turned red as he slowly walked inside and the sight he got delivered had his dick twitch in interest.

Laura… His Laura was fingering herself, moaning breathlessly, and calling his name. He swallowed thickly, his pants felt so tight all of a sudden. He watched her for a moment before he decided to gently knock at the door frame.

The blond just looked at him with hazy eyes, mewling at him, her fingers never stopping.

“T-Tra-ah!-Hng~ Travis.. huh~ H-help me p-please~” she looked at him with pleading eyes as he stepped closer, She sighed and moaned in delight when his big hands wandered up her thighs.

“Laura… Baby, how long have you been like this?” he asked softly, taking in her form.

“D-dunno~ It burns… Ah! P-please… Ple-hng~se touch me.” She looked at him with watery eyes and he nodded. He took off his belt and took off his shirt. He breathed in sharply as he saw just how wet she was, a rather big damp spot already formed underneath her. He growled. He could practically feel his pupils widen as he leaned down, licking his lips.

Laura took her hands away, whining softly as she wiggled her hips as if she wanted to hypnotize him.

She didn't need to because Travis already hovered in front of her twitching pussy. He took a shaky breath before he leaned in and lapped at her weeping pussy, humming at the taste. His tongue slipped between her folds, and Laura lost it, moaning his name loudly as she clawed her fingers into his scalp, her thighs opening wider for him as he sucked and licked at her entrance. A Shout left her lips when he sucked on her clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his teeth.

“Fuck!” Laura shouted as she moved her hips into his eager mouth wanting more and more friction.

Travis hummed, sending vibrations through her aflame core as she moaned loudly, cumming against his lips. He didn’t stop tho. His tongue wiggling its way back inside her wet cave, his tongue thrusting in and out, fucking into her. Her moans and mewls were like music to his ears, he loved the way she breathed out his name and soft curses as he worked her open.

When she came a second time from his tongue he leaned back, wiping her arousal from his chin with the back of his hand, grinning to himself as she breathed heavily still coming down from her high.

“What a good girl~” He purred as he opened the fly and button of his trousers. He took them off with his boxers before crawling between her legs again. His cock already standing proudly and ready, lightly curved under his belly button.

Laura whined when she saw his leaking cock.

“C’mon! Give it to me~” she moaned, legs wrapped around his middle and a dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, looking down at his needy Lover.

“So impatient~ What a greedy little pussy… already leaking for me.” he grinned, he couldn't stop and waste an opportunity to tease her, even though it earned him a whine. 

Laura wiggled her hips against his brick impatiently, groaning when his vein brushed against her clit.

“Stop fuck’n around, Travis~ Hurry up.” And that's all that needed to be said. She wept, when his thick cock pushed past her folds, his plush head breaching her entrance. He groaned and sank deeper inside. When he finally bottomed her out she screamed in ecstasy, she came right then and there.

Travis moaned as her tight walls hugged him even closer while she orgasmed. He growled, kissing her collarbone, smirking proudly as he rolled his hips.

“Good girl… coming from my cock. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Laura shuddered before opening her mouth and moaning. “Pl-please! Fuck me, Travis.”

That's all he wanted to hear. He pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips back into her welcoming heat, groaning as she clenched around him so vigorously. He leaned down, catching her perky nipple between his lips as he sucked, humming to send vibrations through her body.

Laura moaned shamelessly and loudly. She was glad no one was living near them because if they had neighbors nearby, they would’ve definitely heard her. Her head fell back into her neck as he hit her sweet spot.

“THERE! Oh my G-aaagh-od~ Yesh~ there!” her head bent to the side. Travis unrelentlessly pounded into her aching hole, giving her exactly what she wanted. He could feel the familiar knot tighten in his abdomen. He was close. Who could blame him, by the way, she was squeezing and clenching around him?

He took a shuddering breath. Laura’s hands found his back, finding it better than clutching the sheets. Her nails dug into his back, leaving angry red marks behind as he fucked into her.

“Close~ M`so close~!” she mewled into his ear. He huffed. “Let go, Kitten. Cum for me”

That's all she needed. She stumbled over the edge, taking him with her as he groaned against the crook of her neck, filling her up with his hot cum, thrusting the white ropes deeply into her body. When she milked him dry his hips stopped, and both their breaths came out hot and puffy.

Laura, finally able to think clearly again, looked at him.

“I think it was the chocolate…” “Huh?” Travis looked at her confused.

Laura nodded sleepily. “Yea, I ate two pieces and after a while, I felt so fucking horny… The package said something about “Love chocolate”... weird shit I tell ya…”

Travis huffed, amused. He leaned down and rested a little on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her hands in his hair, gently caressing his scalp.

“Well… it would be a waste to trash them, no?” Laura looked at him confused before a big smirk stretched on her face.

“Oh~ Maybe the Sheriff himself would like to give it a try? It’s really good~” now it was the blond's turn to purr. Travis chuckled again, a pleased rumble wandered through both their joined bodies.

“Maybe he will.”

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I had this in my head for a while now! Enjoy! <3

[purlturtle]

Fvandomtrvsh over on AO3 asked for 19 and 37!

19. ‘it made me think of you.’

37. ‘I missed you.’

That's a very nice combo (and here's the rest of the prompts), so let's go!

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There was the creak of the door, then the hushed steps of socked feet on the floor. Helena croaked, coughed, and cracked open her eyes. "Is that you, Myka?"

"Hush, Helena, go back to sleep." It was Myka's voice, quiet and soft. "You need to get better."

Much though Helena wanted to, her throat was parched. She sat up and reached for the glass of water on her bedside table, almost fumbling and overturning it.

"Hey, whoa," Myka chuckled. "Take it slow, okay?"

Helena took a few gulps, then rested the glass on her blanketed knee and breathed deeply. It was nice to be able to- no, there was the cough. It racked her so badly that she barely noticed Myka taking the glass from her hand. When she was done, there was a warm hand on her back, stroking in time with her breaths.

"I'm so sorry," Myka said, for about the hundredth time in the last week. She had been the first one to come down with the cold; Helena had held out for two days, but now she was in the thick of it, and Myka back to healthy. "That sounded painful."

"It is," Helena brought out. Every cough seemed to rattle her lungs worse than the one before. Doctor Calder, though, when she had paid her a visit the day before yesterday, had deemed it a normal, if harsh, respiratory infection, had recommended a few over-the-counter drugs, and advised bed rest and lots of liquids otherwise. "And I'm sick of it." She felt thoroughly wretched; on top of everything else, both lying down in the dark but also sitting up with a light on gave her a headache, which pounded with every cough. Myka hadn't had such a hard time of it, she was sure.

"Understandable," Myka said, rubbing Helena's arm in consolation. "Hopefully not much longer."

"Hopefully," Helena said grumpily.

"Here, maybe this helps," Myka said, holding out a small box wrapped in soft fabric.

"Oh?" It did pique Helena's interest. She took it; it was quite light.

"It made me think of you," Myka added. "Had to get it and bring it back to you!"

Helena leaned into her for a moment, savoring Myka's warmth and presence. "I missed you," she sighed.

"I missed you too," Myka replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Now go on, open it!"

Helena complied; Myka sounded so eager. A few moments later, the wrapping fabric sat in her lap like a napkin, and she held in her hands a small, oblong wooden box. When she opened it, she gasped. "Oh, Myka. They're beautiful!"

"Japan is amazing," Myka said. "One day we're gonna go there just on our own, and see all the sights and take our time. Until then..."

"Until then, I shall eat our takeout food with porcelain chopsticks," Helena sighed happily. "Thank you, my love." She reached over and gave Myka a one-armed hug. "Thank you."

"Hey, I get it," Myka said, snuggling into the hug. "I can't stand unglazed pottery, you can't stand wooden cutlery. I know how it is. So! You're welcome. But now let's get back to sleep, hai?" She gave Helena another kiss, on the cheek this time, and took the chopsticks, box and wrapper from her.

"Onegai shimasu," Helena replied; she might have learned Japanese over a hundred years ago, but politeness didn't age, and 'I'm in your hands' seemed a very apt way to express her assent.

She was, after all; had been from the start. Her heart and soul in Myka's hands, and where better to put them? Especially when cold, cough and fever battered her like this.

She felt warm all over, having Myka tuck her in. Her heart went wide when Myka caressed her cheek, smoothed her hair out of her forehead, then pressed a kiss onto it. It was wretched to be ill - but it was so lovely to be taken care of.

"I love you," she sighed when Myka turned off the light. "Sleep well."

"You too," Myka returned. "I hope you'll be all better tomorrow."

"Universe's ear," Helena mumbled, and fell asleep.

[no-where-new-hero]

@alwayschasingrainbows, here is your requested author commentary on "The One Who Takes"!! Quotes and responses below the cut :)))

The next day, he didn’t mention her leaving again. Instead, he brought her to a bathhouse (“don’t even think about eating any of the ajummas”) and to a store for clothes (“you might be happy going around in those ragged sweats, but they don’t match my décor”) and finally to a restaurant (“if you must eat with your fingers, at least wrap the food in lettuce first, people will stare”)

Character building! This was slightly influenced by the one spin-off Rang episode featuring Yu-ri (where they go to a restaurant and he needs to teach her table manners), but also just from his constant vibe of being sweet and thoughtful while pretending to be all tough and uncaring. One thing that I did want to bring out of Rang and Yu-ri’s relationship is their slight Professor —/Eliza Doolittle vibe (since Rang is teaching her how to behave in a certain kind of society, after all)

She had been born the third child of her father’s second wife, who died on the birthing bed. Her two older sisters had been married off to the highest bidders when she was too young to remember more than the cadence of their voices and the gloss of their hair, but as soon as she turned sixteen, she knew that the highest bidder, in her case, wouldn’t be a husband.

Origin story! I had largely forgotten if canon gave us of anything from Yu-ri’s life before the zoo, but her very lack of nostalgia made me feel like it was nothing good, so that was my starting point for her backstory. The three sisters without a mother idea alluded to the fairytale structure of orphaned threes (Beauty and the Beast came to mind), but also to the danger of being a young woman in a world where youth and beauty is a commodity. I also had a sense that…Rang is protector and family to Yu-ri as well as (suggested) lover, so I thought there needed to be an obvious void in her life for him to fill.

Bowls of takeout cold noodles were spread over the table in front of them, and when cold noodles were around, the conversation was apt to stretch and twist into nostalgia.

Naengmyeon! The most important food in the show (Ji-ah’s dad's kimbap is the second most important lmao). Yu-ri knows how Rang likes to dress it, it’s Rang’s favorite dish, it’s what he shares with Yeon later, just a little Easter egg.

She never loved Koo Shin-ju the way she loved Lee Rang-nim, but she was beginning to learn there were other kinds of loving: a kind that could disarm her, that could nurture her, instead of honing her as fierce and keen as the edge of a knife.

I wrote this before I knew there would be a Chapter 2 (which makes Shin-ju/Yu-ri less idealistic lol), but I really wanted to suggest that Shin-ju’s presence in her life was something that would teach her that being a fighter doesn’t have to represent the whole of her nature. I think I was unconsciously echoing Éowyn and Faramir from LOTR—Éowyn’s love for Aragorn (like Yu-ri’s for Rang) is based on her thinking that martial strength is what gives her worth, but Faramir and Shin-ju tell them that tenderness and healing are just as worthwhile, too.

I promised you a stolen life.” He smiled up at her, that old devil-may-care grin that promised nothing could go wrong. “This one…it was always mine. I offered you a piece of it for a while, but you deserve one all your own.”

This line I love retroactively because it gave me a backdoor through which to end Chapter 2 when I wasn’t sure at all how that was supposed to work. But it was also me being a shameless Rang enjoyer when I wrote it. His smile—the fact that his goodness always comes with a caveat—the notion that things in the world are yours for the taking. I needed a way to set up the beginning of the canon, and I just wanted to play with the deliciousness of their dynamic for a bit.

[knowlesian]

Hello!

Choosing only one was difficult (I really want to read what you have to say to every question!) but 8 for the OFMD ask game :)

feel free to double dip! i want to answer all of them anyway, i apparently will never run out of shit to say about this show.

there’s a whole LIST so i might come back later to yell about another answer since i’m being lazy and getting takeout but for now: it’s the slow, horrible space between lucius rolling up all ED. I HAVE TALENT SHOW NEWS. and ed shoving him over.

because there’s so much going on, there. lucius is finally seeing ed in his entirety, and treating him like a friend and equal: he’s still on the page ed was on before izzy came in to poop all over the party, where ed is learning how to live again and lucius is now friends with the coolest guy he’s ever met— even better, he’s realized that behind the cool guy is a big soft-hearted nerd who wants to sing his sad breakup ballads in full view of god and everybody.

literally: lucius is the most honest friendship ed has ever had, in this moment, because chauncey rolled up to play the part of eyeball ex machina and send stede spinning off in the other direction before they could reach this level of open communication.

which is the heartbreaking thread, here: stede left. ed thinks stede lied. 

then izzy went all NO! TOXIC DOOMSPIRAL, TABLE OF TWO, FOREVER OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL GO GET THOSE CDS FROM THE CAR FOR REAL THIS TIME and then the crew called him eddie and sounded like the french fucks, and because the difference between laughing with and laughing at is often very hard to parse until the laughter is over ed went into damage control mode.

so ed is standing there in the dark, still in the goddamned robe of sadness, and lucius is like: i love you. we are friends, we are in this together, you have never been more beautiful or more real to me than this very moment. 

so ed has red silk, moonlight, and a man who loves him: lucius doesn’t love ed exactly like stede loves ed, but it’s real and it’s not even just on offer— lucius is sure of his fucking welcome. 

and ed is… ooof. ed is emotionally time traveling to a million places, a million instances of violence and humiliation and pain at once, and he looks at a man who loves him and can only see a threat to his safety. not a physical threat, but a threat nonetheless.

so ed is standing there, breathing in this horrible choice he is about to make, and lucius is confused and then he’s wilting, just a little, and then he’s starting to wonder: um, what the fuck? this seems… not right.

and then he’s falling and then he’s screaming, and ed ducks his shoulders and heads inside to armor up name himself the kraken so like. jesus fuck, you know?

and sure, lucius is alive and eating paper rn, but FUUUUCK.